Infiltrating the Superhuman Training Girls’ School of the Republic of China!

I decided to accept the fact that my roommate was a strange woman who politely asked fish questions and licked them alive. Thinking about it, it wasn’t that unusual. Fish are sometimes eaten raw, aren’t they? So licking them alive could happen too. I’ve even buried people alive with only their heads sticking out of the ground. Anyway, I’ve done all sorts of questionable things in my life, so I’m not in a position to criticize someone else’s eccentricities.

Perhaps because I had expressed my sincere refusal, Briar Churchill no longer said troublesome things to me when I came out of the bathroom after washing. She quietly looked me over as I was drying my hair in a bathrobe and just said this:

“Your body is clean.”

“Because I just washed.”

“I mean you don’t have any scars.”

“Ah. I see.”

Briar Churchill showed me quite a lot. I thought it would be polite to let her know what kind of person I was too, so I extended one hand towards her and transformed my hand into duct tape. Seeing my hand wobble and change into silver tape, she raised one eyebrow.

“Tape?”

“It’s my ability. The reason I could enter this school.”

“How far can it stretch?”

She tried to grab the end of my hand and bring it to her nose. I warned her.

“Be careful. It won’t come off easily if it sticks. And I can make it stretch up to about 1 meter.”

“Really? That must be useful.”

“When a pipe bursts and needs to be quickly blocked, I’m usually the first to run.”

I returned my hand to its original human form. Briar Churchill nodded as if she understood and said:

“So it’s cell regeneration. I’m envious, as a woman.”

“But you don’t seem to have any noticeable scars either…”

To be honest, because her flowing nightgown completely reveals below her thighs, it’s embarrassing to look below her pelvis. If I look consciously because of the sudden contact earlier, even the shoulders exposed by the off-shoulder style give off a strange sensuality.

I’ve lived as an organization operative for the past 5 years. I’ve seduced a low-level official at a Belarusian local government office to extract information, and I’ve seduced the closest secretary of the Japanese Secretary-General, then planted a listening device on their body, causing them to be fired and executed.

I’ve met many women traveling east and west, but I’ve never met a British woman even once. There was never a need to plot against women from the Western world in the first place. Of course, if we’re talking about beautiful Western beauties, there’s my immediate superior Marilyn Jefferson…

The Briar Churchill here was completely different from Marilyn Jefferson, who was rumored to have toyed with the British royal family, and from Catherine Duey, who looked like a doll when I met her recently. She seemed like a figure difficult to approach as a woman, difficult to seduce as a woman, to the point where I felt it was rather fortunate that my mission was to seduce Zhou Lizhi.

If anything, it might be the other way around, with her seducing me as a woman.

“If you won’t let me lick you, go to sleep.”

Churchill grumbled.

“I heard we’re summoned to the field tomorrow morning. It seems they’re trying to treat us like military cadets, but I won’t go along with it willingly. But we can’t refuse the summons on the first day, can we?”

“Ah, the field. I thought we were going to assigned classrooms.”

“Haven’t you heard the rumors about this school?”

Churchill said, fiddling with a short baton that looked like a whip in her hand.

“There’s always a ‘skill assessment’ procedure for new students. It’s like seeing the level of that generation. Chinese foreign students are evaluated by several interviewers during the interview process. But for foreign exchange students, because the interview is just a formality, they can’t do that. An interview where they can’t say it’s insufficient even if it is, Major Zhou must be quite dissatisfied.”

“So they gather us on the field on the first day after admission for a skill assessment?”

“Last year’s problem was to defeat one battalion of the National Revolutionary Army, gathered among the foreign students. Of course, without killing a single person.”

“For 10 superhumans, defeating one battalion doesn’t seem like a big deal.”

“Even with battalion support weapons including mortars?”

“The real difficulty is not killing the opponent.”

I inadvertently spoke from my experience. Churchill twitched her eyebrow at my words, but seemed to decide not to ask me for more details and lay down on the bed.

“So, get some sleep. That instructor has a nasty personality. People like me can tell at a glance.”

Honestly, I’m still not sure. I think I used to believe I could understand a person by their impression, but after being in this field for a long time, I’ve come to be unable to be certain of anything.

The night ended like that. The British lady and I turned off the lights earlier than other rooms and went to bed, and even the new roommate who had been saying strange things about smelling and licking stopped trying to do weird things to me once the lights were off.

However, as I’m not the type to fall asleep quickly even after the lights are off, I had the opportunity to confirm her “sleeping habit”.

In fact, it was a habit I didn’t really want to confirm directly.

“Ten black men standing at the bottom of the mountain… The mountain collapsed and buried them all…”

The “ghost-summoning song” she mentioned turned out to be a surprisingly well-known children’s song. But I don’t think it had lyrics like that.

Anyway, I was trained to sleep through noise, so I tried to ignore it and fall asleep, but Churchill’s voice was creepier than expected and the melody was erratic, making it impossible to shake off the eerie feeling.

I tossed and turned in bed for about an hour, and finally managed to fall asleep during a brief pause in her singing.

Once again confirming that this lady would absolutely be unable to live with someone else.

The next morning dawned. I sprang up at 6 AM and finished a quick wash and preparation before Briar Churchill even stirred.

Deciding to wear formal attire rather than comfortable clothes on the first day, I put on the black suit I had packed in my bag and sat in front of the dressing table. At 6:30, Churchill finally got up from bed, rubbing her eyes, and said to me in a hoarse voice:

“Don’t put on makeup.”

“Pardon?”

“I said don’t. It smells… No, it makes you not smell…”

“Your voice is all hoarse.”

“It’s always like this when I wake up because of my sleep habit. It’s okay, it’s okay. It’ll be completely better in about 30 minutes.”

In 30 minutes, we’re supposed to assemble at the school’s field.

I’m not sure. A woman who could pressure the school to get such a luxurious dormitory probably won’t suffer any major disadvantages just for being a little late.

“More importantly, I said don’t do it. If you really must, just touch up the tone a bit. Don’t use anything with a strong scent.”

Churchill suddenly flung off her blanket, got up, and brought her face close to mine. She sniffed near my ear again and said:

“I don’t like it when the scent of someone I’m going to live with for at least a year is all over the place.”

“Did you always do this to your family members too?”

“If I hadn’t, would I have been driven all the way to China?”

“It’s good that you’re aware that such behavior is eccentric enough to be driven out of your home…”

Briar Churchill laughed hoarsely at my comment.

“I’m not aware that it’s eccentric, commoner. I’ve acquired the social knowledge that people consider it eccentric.”

“Why does that tone sound like a psychopath to me?”

“Hmm, it’s different from that. Sympathy, empathy, compassion, those are natural emotions. But is it natural to judge everything primarily based on sight?”

“Humans are creatures that only believe what they see with their two eyes.”

I was finally giving in to her suggestion and was in the process of applying only light moisturizer to my face. Perhaps because of sleeping in a comfortable bed with creepy singing, the dark circles under my eyes seemed darker than usual.

“Empathy and compassion aren’t exclusive to humans. They’re biological instincts. But relying excessively on sight is a characteristic of only a few creatures, including humans. Look, smell and hearing. They’re all methods of observation. I’m saying to observe others well through bodily organs that deserve equal treatment as sight. If smelling your freshly shampooed hair is a violation of manners, would just looking at your hair closely also be a violation of manners?”

“If you’re holding my hair in your hand and peering at it from such a close distance, it’s a violation of manners even if you’re not smelling it.”

I said, retrieving my long hair from Briar Churchill’s hand.

“Smell from over 2 meters away. At that distance, neither looking nor smelling is particularly bothersome.”

“But it’s hard to smell from that distance!”

“That’s why I said humans are animals that rely on sight, didn’t I?”

I hope this person doesn’t do this to all her female classmates. Even if it’s not that Indian student, if she does this to just anyone, she’ll end up in a fight with any superhuman…