Neurolink System in the Modern World

84  Back to School

"Sun-seng-nim, you're back!" Ayumi exclaimed with excitement as soon as she spotted me entering the school gates, her eyes lit up with joy. She sprinted toward me, her chest bouncing with each energetic step, like two watermelons playfully juggling to the rhythm of her run. "I was only away for a short while," I said with a chuckle, amused by her enthusiastic greeting. Her reaction made it evident she'd really missed me. Considering I hadn't texted her at all for days, she might've even thought I'd forgotten about her. I was so focused on learning new fighting and other skills that I had nearly forgotten about my mission, which was something I couldn't afford to fail. As for the Whisperer, I had hit a dead end, so I decided to set it aside for now. I had more pressing matters to deal with.

"Sun-seng-nim, have you grown taller and fit?" she inquired, looking me up and down. This girl had an astonishing eye for detail. I had, in fact, grown to 5'9" after a series of upgrades. My muscles had also become more defined, with clean, toned lines. It wasn't overly bulky, so it didn't stand out too much when I wore clothes. But without clothing? I could probably consider a career as a beach body model. "Yes, I have," I replied, my voice carrying a hint of pride. "I guess I've had a bit of a growth spurt recently." "You look great, Sun-seng-nim!" She giggled and nodded, her eyes still locked on my taller frame.

"You're like a model now!" she exclaimed with excitement, her eyes filled with admiration. But then, like a switch had been flipped, her expression suddenly turned sad. "Ayumi, what's wrong?" I asked gently.

"I just realized that more girls are going to like you now," she said, her cheeks puffing out in an adorable pout. The innocent jealousy in her expression was fun to look at.

"You don't want to share me?" I teased her playfully, a grin tugging at the corners of my lips .

"No," she firmly shook her head.

This girl is too possessive .

"Don't worry too much about it. Class is about to start, so let's head in," I suggested, trying to gently shift the conversation away . As we strolled together toward the school building, a sense of relief washed over me. The ordeal from before had passed, and I could finally shift my attention back to my mission. After our brief walk, Ayumi and I went our separate ways, and I made my way to the faculty room to report in. "Welcome back, Mr. Zyn. I have a lot of things to tell you!" said the school's gossip queen teacher, her smile a touch too sweet, like honey that concealed a hint of vinegar beneath its surface. However, the rest of the teachers seemed to have conveniently ignored me. It appeared my little run-in with the school officials had not gone unnoticed. But honestly, who cared? This school felt more like a EXP dungeon to me than an educational institution.

"Come with me," Gye Yong, the same rude teacher from before, called me into her office. It always irked me how she, just a teacher like the rest of us, had her own office solely because she had influential connections. It was a reminder of the unfairness that seemed to permeate not only this school but the entire world. It was a harsh reality that extended beyond the classroom – from companies to government agencies, those with powerful backers often received preferential treatment.

[You graduated with top grades but have no connections? Sorry.]

[You have an impeccable track record? Sorry.]

[Is your uncle the owner of the company? Well, in that case, welcome aboard!]

Inside her office, Gye Yong sat on her desk with a knowing smile on her face. I couldn't help but be puzzled. Had she somehow figured out that my documents were fake? "You're not a real teacher, are you?" she declared, her eyes glinting with high and mighty satisfaction, as if she had just unveiled a well-guarded secret.

The confident look on her face grated on my nerves. Did she really think she had the upper hand now? I couldn't help but shake my head in response to her futile attempt at superiority.

"So what if I'm not a real teacher?" I shot back, adopting the same smug expression.

"Stop acting tough . I could have you arrested for faking being a teacher and for the incident with a student," she said with a smirk.

I paused for a moment, pondering her words. 'Wait, what incident?' I thought to myself. Did she mean me beating up a student, or was it something else? I did fucked Ayumi in the rooftop , and in this age of digital technology with phones boasting 50x zoom capabilities, someone might have recorded our passionate, totally consensual sexual intercourse.

"What incident?" I inquired with a poker face, determined to play dumb. "What do you mean, 'what incident'? I'm talking about you physically assaulting a student! Now that I know you're not a real teacher, you can't even use that video anymore." Her tone dripped with contempt as she looked down on me. "Oh, that incident," I chuckled in relief. I didn't want my face to go viral on social media as a perverted teacher gone rogue and fucked his student at the rooftop .

"Any last words before I call the police?" she taunted, picking up the phone with a self-satisfied smirk, as if savoring her moment of triumph. "Yeah, that favor I brought up earlier... I need you to pretend this didn't happen and keep it hush-hush to everyone," I demanded.

"I've heard rumors about certain secrets, you know? The academic world can be quite messy, and who's to say we won't end up revealing things about each other?" I stretched the truth, using the words "dark secrets" to make her second-guess her actions, even though I had no actual information about any secrets. [Suggestion : Success ]

She paused for a moment. My keyword was finally working. I had strategically planted it during our previous encounter, knowing that as long as I didn't make excessive demands, it would have a 100% success rate. Of course, I could push for more, but where was the fun in that?

I intended to play this situation out slowly, savoring each victory as I satisfied my appetite for control. It was more satisfying to get her slowly. The more she acted like a bitch , the more I felt motivated to punished her. In addition , I also realized that dominating her too quickly would cut off my future XP supply, so I decided to take a more gradual approach. This system don't just favor virgins; it also rewards me with more XP if I use fewer skills to manipulate my target. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

For a few seconds, her face contorted in frustration. She struggled to regain her composure and control her breathing before abruptly dropping the phone. "I'm only doing this because of that favor. You can go now," she replied with an irritated tone. 'Sure, keep telling that to yourself,' I sneered in my mind.

MC is gaining EXP every time he irritates, teases, taunts, or punishes a woman he dislikes. I'm not including it in the text because it would be annoying for  readers to see [+XP] every time he talk.