I Possessed the Heroine’s Teacher

As the Crown Prince approached, Lorcha and I quickly knelt down. Damn this fucking monarchy, making me kneel like this, even though I’ve stood firm against all kinds of injustice. One day, I’ll have my bloody revenge.

And the Crown Prince who appeared before us was… the epitome of a Golden Sun. His hair shone with a golden glow, and his skin was like milk chocolate… He was the very embodiment of an NTR Golden Sun.

Perhaps his tendency to vomit at the sight of women was a strategy to lower their guard, a prelude to NTR. I swore by the River Styx that if I met even one of these NTR Golden Sun bastards, I’d punch them in the face. A vow made by the River Styx is absolute, so if I punch them, it’s not my fault but that of Hades for not guarding the river properly.

As I clenched my fist, the Crown Prince looked at my face and then at Lorcha beside me…

Kwueeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! He started vomiting. This wasn’t acting; it was real. I could tell because I’ve practiced vomiting for years. This wasn’t acting; he was genuinely vomiting.

Wow, our Crown Prince had eaten shrimp and chili for lunch. Damn, he ate shrimp Bolognese, and he’s showing off to me. Is this what they call ‘bitchin’? ‘Hey, guys, I ate shrimp Bolognese for lunch, what do you think?’

But it wasn’t a lie that he vomited at the sight of a woman’s face… Damn, how long will he keep vomiting? Wow, our Crown Prince had salad, beans, and bacon for breakfast. What’s this about? Did he mistake me for a fitness trainer and want to show me what he ate? Salad is rich in vitamins, and bacon contains protein, so it’s acceptable. But if he really wanted to have Armstrong-like muscles, he shouldn’t have eaten Bolognese. Eating carbs is a thief’s mentality… Wow, he’s going to vomit his guts out. What a beautiful garden transformed into a vomit field. Or was he trying to fertilize the garden? Animal manure can be used as fertilizer, but does vomit also work as fertilizer? My knowledge of agriculture was lacking, so I couldn’t understand the noble act of the Crown Prince fertilizing the garden.

After finally finishing vomiting, the Crown Prince wiped his mouth and said,

“I’m sorry, if I had been prepared, I wouldn’t have vomited… But when I saw a woman’s face, I couldn’t help but vomit…”

Lorcha graciously accepted the Crown Prince’s apology.

“It’s okay, Your Highness. It’s because of your illness, so who can we blame?”

“Thank you, Lorcha, the Master of the Magic Tower.”

If I saw a woman’s face and vomited, I’d immediately say, ‘Don’t talk bullshit,’ and kick them in the face. But Lorcha forgave the Crown Prince. The rumor that a large chest indicates a large heart must have been spread by the big-breasted faction. Look, Lorcha, with no chest at all, has such a large heart.

But having a large chest doesn’t necessarily mean a large heart. The protesters at that particular station were also large in size, so they naturally had large chests. But were their hearts as large as Lorcha’s? If anyone answers ‘yes,’ my justice’s Jeet Kune Do won’t forgive them. Those bastards of the big-breasted faction, if I catch them, I’ll teach them the spicy taste of the Brazilian Kick. And I’ll make a kimchi pancake out of them with a stick.

The Crown Prince still looked nauseous. It was clear that he vomited at the sight of a woman’s face. There was no doubt about it. Not all Golden Suns enjoyed NTR; it was just a common trope in recent times. How dare any bastard discriminate and hurt someone based on their appearance? I, the embodiment of Confucianism, won’t forgive such trash.

“And, Werner, sir… no, teacher.”

“Yes…? What did you say, Your Highness?”

“I called you by your old title after a long time. Does it offend you?”

Werner must have frozen the young Crown Prince like a Dooly doll, but why is he being so friendly? Is this a trap?

“No, not really… But you suddenly being so friendly is a bit…”

“Haha, why would there be any hesitation between you and me?”

The Crown Prince said this and placed his hand on my shoulder. Damn, was he that kind of guy? Had he realized his sexual identity? He wasn’t trying to NTR a woman from me; he was trying to NTR me from my women.

Indeed, a person’s appearance reflects their character and behavior. Although the hole they target is different, their instincts are the same. You didn’t want to become that kind of monster, did you? I’ll cut off the life of a monster that forces itself into others’ back doors. So, be grateful. I was about to strike the Crown Prince’s temple with my fist, raising my middle finger slightly.

But Lorcha suddenly spoke to the Crown Prince.

“And I heard that the Crown Princess is pregnant. Congratulations, Your Highness.”

What the hell, was he not targeting my backdoor? I quickly unclenched my fist. Then why did he throw up when he saw Lorcha? Was he a patient with gigantomastiaphilia and microstomiaphobia, loving large breasts and hating small ones? If so, it was highly likely that the Crown Prince spread the rumor that women with small breasts have bad personalities. With the Crown Prince’s power, spreading such rumors would be an easy task.

I caught the lackey who spread the rumor that women with small breasts have bad personalities, and I was determined to demonstrate my justice with the art of Jeet Kune Do, as I had vowed.

Until the news of the Crown Princess’s arrival reached us.

Lorcha and I knelt down again… The Crown Princess appeared, wearing a half-mask like the one in The Phantom of the Opera. Her face was quite beautiful, but why was she covering it? Was it because the Crown Prince was a Muslim and forced his wife to cover her face? From the lackey of the gigantomastiaphilia to this patriarchal system… The reasons to forgive the Crown Prince were diminishing.

Lorcha and I bowed our heads and greeted the Crown Princess, who smiled and asked us to stand up. However, the Crown Princess’s chest could not be described as large, and I couldn’t understand why the Crown Prince, who loved large breasts and hated small ones, married her.

The Crown Princess seemed to read my mind and said, “Huh, you seem curious about why His Highness chose me. He vomits whenever he sees the face of a woman other than his family…”

To be honest, I initially thought the Crown Prince might be Messi. The Crown Princess removed her mask, revealing the right side of her face, which was disfigured by burns, contrasting with her previously beautiful face.

“His Highness only throws up when he sees the faces of ordinary women. I guess my face is not ordinary, so it’s fine.”

Oh, so that was it. Indeed, the Crown Prince was a symbol of pure love. A body that could only love one woman… It would be perfect as a plot for a romance fantasy novel.

The Crown Prince laughed and said to me, ‘I can’t believe I’m getting married before you. You were so popular with women.’

“Your Highness…”

“Yes, what is it, sir?”

“When I was young and foolish, I froze you for dozing off and tied you to a tree root for a moment of distraction, showing disrespect…”

“Did you?”

Damn it, he had barely forgotten about it, but did I bring the sword of revenge upon myself by saying this? The mouth is the source of disaster; I should have just kept quiet.

“It was just a childhood incident, right? Huh, were you worried that I might hold you accountable for it?”

What? That’s not right.

“So, you don’t mind that childhood incident…”

“The magic you taught me has saved my life more than once, so I can let it go. We all grow up through such experiences, don’t we?”

Damn it, he’s not just a golden sun, he’s the sun itself. Anyone who dares to disrespect my Highness will be burned by magic on the spot.

“And you, sir, are the one who taught me humility and helped me improve my character.”

Werner, you bastard, are a true educator who inherited the blood of the House of Jose.

“If you feel guilty, I hope you can resolve this issue well. It’s a case involving children, so neither I nor the Crown Princess are at ease.”

Yes, my lord, I will bring the limbs of those kidnappers to you.