Chapter 34: Khehehe..Just take a look. See what kind of face your woman is making right now!

Jinzuko Stand, Middle School Ghost Martial Arts.

For short,

Jin’ Heavenly Maiden Spirit Fist .

That’s what I named it.

The Jin is for Jinzuko, duh.

The Maiden Spirit stands for the middle school ghost.

And Fist  just means fist.

Oh, and the Heavenly part? That’s a pun. Took it from “Stand,” but in Japanese, ten  sounds close enough.

Why go through all that trouble?

Because it sounds cool. That’s it.

And the move I just pulled off? That was First Sure-Kill Move – Gut Punch.

I figured it’d be cooler if every single move was a finishing move, so I stuck the word (sure) in there.

As for Gut Punch… yeah, I couldn’t think of a fancy kanji for that.

But hey, it gets the point across, right?

Besides, me and Jinzuko are still figuring all this out, so this is literally the only move we have so far.

Still — I can personally guarantee the effectiveness.

Look over there at Irinya(Irina), who just took a direct hit from Jin’ Heavenly Maiden Spirit Fist ’s First Sure-Kill Move.

“♡……?!”

First off, check that face.

Her pupils are literally morphing into heart shapes.

“Hahh…! Hrk…?! Hyak…♡”

She’s even letting out some… questionable noises she can’t hold back.

— THUD!

And there she goes. Legs gave out, and she just collapsed onto the floor.

Both hands clutching that spot just below her stomach —

Not quite her stomach-stomach.

But not all the way down either.

It’s that “lower belly” zone. You know the one.

The one that feels like it’s about to burst when you really need to pee.

“Eh, hngh…?! W-why am I…?! Hyauk…?!”

Irinya’s face was like, Why the hell am I feeling like this?!, desperately trying to hold something back.

It wasn’t just pain — not even close.

Way different from when I first tested this move out on Aya-chan.

Back then, I was just fighting for my life, and Jinzuko’s pure, unfiltered rage was cranked to max, so it was a straight-

up attack.

But now that we’ve refined it into a proper finishing move, it’s less about damage and way more about…

neutralization.

“Hiih…?! Ngh…! Y-you…!”

See? Just like this.

“You crazy b… b-b*tch… hyak… ngh?! W-what the hell did you… do to me…?! Hya?!”

She was glaring at me like she wanted to murder me, but in the end, all she could do was double over again, curling

up like a shrimp.

And you know I wasn’t gonna waste this perfect chance.

“Hmm? Hmm-hmm? What’s wrong? What’s wrong, little Slavic genius~?”

I strolled right up to her, all smiles and sunshine, my footsteps practically bouncing.

“Does it hurt right here? This spot? Here? Right? Honestly, it doesn’t even hurt that bad, does it? Huh?~” “D-don’t…!

D-don’t touch…!”

Sure, I’m guessing it stings a bit, but…

I know the truth.

There’s something else you’re feeling right now, huh?

I would know.

I mean, if I’m out here punching people, you bet I made Jinzuko punch me too.

Full force. No mercy.

Jinzuko actually refused at first, kept saying “No way, I can’t do that,” over and over —

But the moment she crossed that line, she started enjoying it way too much.

[“I absolutely did NOT enjoy it! The one who enjoyed it was… oh.”]

[“Actually, now that I think about it…”]

[“You know how you suddenly went full-on ‘fem’ mode after just a month? Maybe it’s all because of this Gut Punch

training.”]

“…Ah.”

…Wait.

For real?

[“Yeah.”]

[“Remember back at Incheon Airport today? At that hot spring place?”]

[“I was feeling kinda guilty, wondering if I went too far messing with you, so I gave it some thought…”]

[“And it hit me — the face you made when you first saw that hot spring girl? Exact same face you made during Gut…

I mean, Sure-Kill Move training.”]
“…….”

I refused to accept it.

Nope. Not happening.

Not a single word of that.

Not that I went full fem or whatever.

And definitely not that I… enjoyed it.

All I was doing was training like hell to defend myself from future threats —

Real ones, fake ones, pervs, creeps, anyone and everyone trying to mess with me!

“Ahaha~ Oh, here? This spot, right here? This one? Poke poke poke poke~♪ Spaghetti~♪ So? How’s it feel?”

For now, I decided to just focus on enjoying the moment.

For the record, my internal convos with Jinzuko happen at brainwave speed, so they’re crazy fast.

“Hiih?! St-stop it…! I-I have to hold it…! Hggk… hhgh…?!”

Second of all, let’s get this straight — all I was doing was touching her stomach.

That’s it.

So there I was, just about to really settle in and enjoy teasing Irinya a little more.

“W-who the hell are you…!! Wh-where are you from?! What school?!”

That’s when it happened.

“Wh-what kind of psycho just sucker punches someone in the gut out of nowhere?!!”

…A voice. A voice I knew way too well came barking at me from behind.

It’s been a while.

Since I last heard that voice.

Ever since she left for KAIST in Daejeon, she barely ever came home.

Maybe once or twice a year tops, usually just for holidays.

After grad school started, she got so swamped with research she skipped holidays too.

Yup.

“W-wait a sec, how the hell did you even get in our house…?”

My sister.

My actual, biological sister.

And no — not “close sister” like we’re besties or something.

Just related by blood. That’s it.

“…Phew.”

I didn’t bother explaining.

I figured I’d just show her.

— Shrrrt!

I casually lifted up Irinya’s dress — or was it mourning clothes? — starting from the hem all the way up to just above

her belly button.

“―Hiiiek?!”

“…Kyaa?!”

Irinya freaking out I get, but why are you screaming?

It’s not like I’m flashing your stomach.

…Ohhh. I get it now.

Irinya’s wearing actual mourning underwear too.

Tiny little black panties.

…At this rate, I’m gonna accidentally flash her other “black spot” too.

Wait — she’s blonde, so would it be… gold?

Anyway.

“See? Not even a single bruise, right?”

No marks, no swelling, barely even a bit of redness.

Give it a few minutes and her stomach’s gonna go right back to being that pure, pale Slavic tummy.

“Huh…? You’re right… but still, you should—”

“Oh, and just so you know — even if you take her to a hospital and run every test in the book, they won’t find a

thing.”

I cut her off before she could start.

I already knew exactly what she was gonna say.

That’s the thing about family — blood knows blood.

“I know because I’ve taken more hits from this move than anyone else.”

And I also knew exactly how to shut her up.

“W-wait… you took those hits…?”

“Yup. Honestly? It doesn’t feel half bad. You’d get it if you were a girl. You know that face.”

I grabbed Irinya’s bangs and gently pulled her head up.

“…?! Th-that’s…!”

“Kuhuhu… What do you think? Does this look like the face of someone who’s just in pain?”

“D-don’t…! D-don’t look…! Please, don’t loooook…!”

The angle almost made it seem like I was doing something super sketchy to my own sister.

No, seriously, I wasn’t aiming for that.

I mean, okay, maybe I aimed a little.

“……?!”

Suddenly, Irinya froze.

Like a cat that just caught a whiff of danger.

“G-get away…! Stay awaaay…! Don’t… touch meee…!”

Then she started trembling all over, pushing me away and desperately crawling backwards.

She was slower than a turtle, but her panic levels were off the charts.

“B-bathroom…! Where’s the bathroom?! Hurry…!!”

“Nope♬.”

I grabbed her wrist.

Not even hard.

Just like a firm handshake.

“Let go…! Let me go…! P-please…!”

But that was enough.

She couldn’t go anywhere.

“Hmm? What’s that sound? Is that the sound of a little troll stirring up trouble? Oh wait, not a troll — an undercover

rat trying to sabotage my stream, right?”

“…?!!”

“Oh, wait, wait — let me get this straight. You busted into a dead girl’s computer, hacked a classified Level 1 research

security system — just to mess with a random Japanese middle schooler’s laptop? And you even dragged in Naver’s

servers for that?”

“Th-that can’t be…”

Finally.

Finally!

My junior researcher, our school’s self-proclaimed Slavic genius girl herself —

Irinya Rosenkrantz —

“Yeah, that’s right.”

…was finally realizing what kind of shit she stepped into.

“You’re exactly the same.

Of course, I still have zero clue what your motivation was, and honestly? I don’t even care to find out anymore.

But you and me — we’re the same.”

I smiled, sweet as sugar, and gave her a word she couldn’t possibly misunderstand.

“Revenge.”

“…B-but it was you who insulted Uchitel first— Hhhhk?! I-I get it, okay?! Just let go—!! We can talk about this later, I

swear…!!”

“Talk? You wanna talk?

You’re the one who swung at me first the moment you saw my face.

And come to think of it, you were also the one who hacked into my shit without even knowing who I was. Just went

full psycho right off the bat.”

“…T-that was…! I-I’ll apologize, okay?! Seriously, I’m sorry…! S-so please…!! Let go!! Your hand!!”

“Nope.”

But still — I didn’t really feel like letting my living room get wrecked over this.

Well, technically, it’s not my living room anymore.

But it’s like I already knew something like this would happen, so thank God I came prepared.

— Slip.

Instead of the bathroom, I gave Irinya a little… alternative solution.

That should take care of everything.

“……?!!”

She took one look and instantly turned pale as a ghost.

“Ah, a-aaah… t-this is a joke, right…? H-haha…? Right…?”

Huh?

What’s with that reaction?

This literally solves the whole problem, doesn’t it?

“N-no… no no no no no… p-please!! Please please please, I’m begging you…!! A-anything but this…!!”

“Nope.”

Whether it’s front or back,

Number 1 or Number 2 —

This baby’s got you covered.

It’s way bigger, wider, and safer than that skimpy little black thing you were wearing earlier.

This is what real protection looks like. You should be grateful.

“And in exchange, I’ll drop everything — no lawsuits, no revenge plans, nothing. Clean slate, got it?”

“A-aah… i-if that’s the case…”

“Every bit of this? You earned it. Karma, babe. Ain’t that right?”

I smiled — nothing but my eyes curving up like a fox.

“Now take it like a champ, Irinya Rosenkrantz.”

All that cancerous bile,

All the bitterness,

All the stomach acid that’s been eating me up from the inside out —

It all drained away in a single, blissful moment.

And along with it—

“A-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH?!!!”

Irinya let out everything too — all her sins, all her karma.

For her privacy, I’ll spare you the details.

Like how long it took, or the cleanup situation.

But if there’s one line worth recording for history, it’s this:

“M-my womb… i-if I can’t have kids anymore… y-you’re gonna take responsibility… Gyaaah (X_X)”

And then she fainted, like her brain just said nope, full shutdown.

Probably some kind of self-defense mechanism.

Like her subconscious was trying to escape hearing what I was gonna say next.

But even if she’s out cold, I’m still gonna say it.

“Not like you could have kids anyway.”

Because it’s too late for that.

Even if you wanted to.

Even if you physically could.

Even if you wanted to see them.

Even if you wanted to meet them.

Now — even if I’ve finally, just barely started to understand why you did what you did—

Even so—

“They’re gone now.”

That’s the truth, Irinya.

I’m dead.

For good.

Forever.