I Became the Academy's Kibitz Villain-Chapter 396: Good Things Should Be Shared (1)

The person who issued the pregnancy warrant collapsed and was transported to the hospital.

The president personally stepped forward and offered a sincere apology for failing to prevent the issuance of the pregnancy warrant.

Nevertheless, Baek Seol-hee did not stop her press conference.

Even when told that it would be okay to take a rest, she answered every question from reporters as if determined to ensure that no suspicions about her could even take root, let alone grow.

The reporters instinctively realized:

Ah, she was fully committed.

This wasn’t just a political statement by a female ability user representing her peers against the pregnancy warrant.

It wasn’t an impulsive reaction from years of stress caused by constantly hearing, “Get pregnant, get pregnant,” for about six years since becoming an adult.

“Ms. Baek Seol-hee, do you have romantic feelings for Mr. Do Ji-hwan?”

“I suppose I felt a connection when I saw his face and made a choice at that moment. At the time, yes. Now? Honestly, I’m not sure.”

“Not sure?”

“It might be more accurate to say it wasn’t love at first sight but rather love at first night.”

At her words, the reporters sensed her determination.

It wasn’t just a straightforward approach; it felt like she was bulldozing through any obstacles in her way.

If this were a battle involving abilities, one could imagine her summoning an ice tank to shatter all barriers and advance forward.

No matter what anyone said, it seemed she was so infatuated that she couldn’t see or hear anything clearly.

If the first night had extended past midnight and into the early hours—if they truly went on until dawn—it meant Baek Seol-hee still carried the lingering emotions from that night to this day.

In other words:

“Ah, did it hurt?”

“Not at all. Far from hurting, it was pure happiness.”

“…Did Mr. Do Ji-hwan take the lead?”

“Well, um, yes. I’m not particularly experienced in such matters. I entrusted everything to Mr. Do Ji-hwan from the very beginning.”

“My goodness.”

The reporters were convinced.

The reason Baek Seol-hee confidently declared, “I will get pregnant,” in front of everyone stemmed from someone whose physical and technical prowess could make even an S-class ability user fall head over heels.

“Was Mr. Do Ji-hwan really that good?”

“I think it’s hard to answer that question.”

“Pardon?”

“I don’t really know what a ‘good man’ is supposed to be like. This was my first time experiencing a man.”

Crack.

Some male reporters clenched their teeth.

Under the table, they balled their fists and trembled in frustration.

If those words had come from their girlfriend or future wife, they might have felt touched. But unfortunately, Baek Seol-hee was not within their reach.

“Oh my, oh my…”

Some older female reporters, particularly those wearing rings, blushed and chuckled before regaining their composure.

After all, this was an official event, and it was being broadcast live worldwide.

The situation was so provocative that it seemed like it could easily shift into adult-rated content if not for the professionalism of those adhering to broadcasting regulations.

“Ms. Baek Seol-hee, according to our research, Mr. Do Ji-hwan is registered as residing in Seoul. If you intend to live with him, would you consider moving to Seoul?”

“Yes.”

“We’ve confirmed that Mr. Do Ji-hwan owns an apartment in Seoul. However, if you were to move into his apartment, it might cause various problems. What are your thoughts?”

“I haven’t proposed it directly yet, but I think buying a separate house in Seoul and living together could be a good idea.”

“He’s married, though.”

“If his wife permits it, living together as three…?”

The reporters noted her level of infatuation.

If Baek Seol-hee didn’t cross the line, they could extract a variety of sensational yet appropriate-for-broadcast stories about her feelings toward him.

“So, if you could live with him, you’d be willing to move to Seoul, seek his wife’s permission, and even provide financial support? Even if it means the three of you sharing one bed?”

“I’m prepared for that.”

At Baek Seol-hee’s declaration, the reporters exchanged glances.

Fine.

In modern society, where pre-cataclysm ethics had somewhat crumbled before the “ability-first” ideology, there was no way to undermine Baek Seol-hee’s resolve with conventional morality.

“Ms. Baek Seol-hee, may I ask another question? How do you plan to handle marriage?”

“I know there are many single mothers who live happily without marriage.”

“But Ms. Baek Seol-hee, you’re an S-class.”

“Does being an S-class make it any different? I’m doing this because I want to. While it’s unfortunate that I legally can’t marry him, I don’t think it’s a problem.”

“Meeting him for the first time and being so certain about it…?”

“Romeo and Juliet fell in love overnight too.”

Love.

A drug more addictive than methamphetamine or mana powder had ensnared Baek Seol-hee. There seemed no rational way to persuade her otherwise for now.

Until her infatuation faded, the lingering impression Do Ji-hwan had left on her wouldn’t wane.

“Understood. Then can you tell us what Mr. Do Ji-hwan did to make such an impression?”

“What?”

“I can’t comprehend it at all. Did he show you something on a smartphone? Perhaps use a hypnosis app?”

“Are you saying Mr. Do Ji-hwan hypnotized me?”

“No, it’s just that it’s hard to believe. While it’s easy to believe you had no prior experience with men, it’s harder to accept that he turned you into a so-called ‘Do Ji-hwan fanatic’ overnight. Did he use some ability?”

“Uh, um…”

For the first time, Baek Seol-hee appeared flustered.

“I can’t quite put it into words, but he has incredible physicality, and on top of that, his skills are extraordinary.”

“Skills with a hypnosis app?”

“No, no. Um, I don’t know how to explain it, but…”

Baek Seol-hee began to ponder deeply.

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“Well…”

“This is bad. Now that the arrows are pointed at Do Ji-hwan, she’s starting to get flustered.”

Baek Seol-hee, who had been boldly bulldozing through everything, began to falter as she was caught off guard.

It was fine for her to stammer and hesitate, but if I were genuinely Do Ji-hwan, it wouldn’t be a problem. The issue was that behind Do Ji-hwan’s name stood the Goblin.

“What should I do? Should I show up and storm the hotel?”

“Storm who? Seol-hee unnie? On charges of seducing a supposedly pure-hearted married man? Wouldn’t that only cause more misunderstanding if the Goblin steps in?”

“Even if no one thinks Do Ji-hwan is the Goblin, they might start suspecting he’s affiliated with the Goblin or the Secret Society. What a dilemma.”

“Still, oppa, you’re smiling right now…”

“She’s adorable.”

I pointed at the screen where Baek Seol-hee was fumbling.

“Look at her. She boldly declares she’s someone who can’t ride a unicorn, but now she’s worried that the arrows turning toward me might harm me. This is why she’s a hero.”

“Oppa, do you secretly like that kind of thing?”

“It’s not about that. It’s that no man in this world dislikes a woman showing such concern because she’s worried about the man she likes being in trouble.”

And no man would deliberately keep her in trouble for long either.

“I guess we need to introduce a fabricated villain. Isn’t there a demon nearby? That would give the Goblin a reason to step in.”

“If Seol-hee unnie were someone who’d turn into a demon just by wearing a hairpin, a demon would’ve appeared as soon as the press conference started. No one’s turned into a demon yet. Everyone’s just sitting back, eating popcorn, and watching.”

“Ugh… Can’t even start a fire for a distraction. Just spectators.”

“Hehe. So, should I step in? Maybe transform into someone else and play the role of a fake villain?”

“If the reporters cross the line, I’ll have no choice but to use the final option. Yumir, it might be time to bring out that ‘SF-27’ concept we discussed before—”

[Then why don’t you, Mr. Reporter, try it with Ji-hwan and let us know if he’s really that good?]

At that moment, Baek Seol-hee’s words sent chills down my spine.

“What… did she just say?”

[Since I have no point of comparison, I can’t really say. But maybe someone else could provide an answer.]

Before I knew it, Baek Seol-hee had begun her counterattack.

[I think Do Ji-hwan is exceptionally skilled. Otherwise, why would he be married? Being married means he’s already proven himself to be attractive to the opposite sex, doesn’t it? That’s how I see it.]

She was using me as a shield, wielding me against the reporters like a weapon while holding her ground.

“Married men and women are already proven attractive. Wow, what a statement worthy of Cao Cao.”

“You’ve read Romance of the Three Kingdoms?”

“It was entertaining! The guy who kept seeking married women even after losing his son, nephew, and loyal subordinates over it? That mindset left a strong impression. So, that’s how it was.”

“Ha, haha…”

A hollow laugh escaped me.

[Yes, I think I’ve fallen for Do Ji-hwan’s excellence. This feeling must be love, right?]

Her rampage hadn’t stopped.

She had only paused briefly to catch her breath—for a more explosive counterattack.

[If there are any other S-class women out there who claim to know men well, feel free to contact me. They’d be better equipped to confirm if Ji-hwan is as good as I think he is.]

Baek Seol-hee unleashed her ultimate move.

[I’ll only ever know one man in my life, so comparing him to others is completely out of the question for me.]