While Yuriko didn’t care much for privacy, she did have certain things she was self-conscious about.
After drawing the curtain, she shed her school uniform.
As the fabric slid down her shoulders, a hideous demon tattoo was suddenly revealed.
This was a method Yuriko had used to intimidate her enemies during battles.
Initially, it was just to make herself look more dangerous, but now it had become something of a burden.
If this tattoo were discovered, her past life in the underworld would be impossible to hide.
After changing into the light, breathable sportswear, Yuriko stretched her body slightly.
The material of the clothes was quite good—cool against her skin and very elastic.
However, they didn’t provide much support.
With even a little movement, the two bundles of soft flesh on her chest would sway uncontrollably.
She really should have wrapped them with a chest binder.
‘Damn it, why is a tough guy like me developing so well!’
Yuriko weighed them with her hands; the weight was still significant.
‘They shouldn’t grow any more, right?’
Pulling back the curtain, she found Kalmira had already finished changing and was waiting for her outside.
Yuriko’s gaze reflexively fell on Kalmira’s chest.
Under the thin fabric of the sportswear, the curves of Kalmira’s figure were even more pronounced.
Noticing Yuriko’s gaze, Kalmira shyly covered her chest.
Even though they were both girls and she shouldn’t have minded the look, being stared at by Yuriko made her feel a strange sense of shame.
“Is—is something wrong? Is there something strange about me?”
Yuriko shook her head and averted her gaze.
“I was just thinking that we’re both in the same boat.”
“Eh?”
“It’s nothing. Let’s go.”
Before Kalmira could figure out what Yuriko meant, Yuriko had already left the changing room.
Stepping onto the Athletic Field, Yuriko felt a long-lost sense of familiarity.
She hadn’t expected that after so many years in an alternate world, she would have the chance to step onto a plastic track as a student again.
This feeling was truly nostalgic.
As the school bell rang, the PE teacher blew a whistle, and the entire class assembled in response.
After taking a few minutes to arrange themselves into ranks, the teacher began leading the students through exercises.
PE class didn’t have any special goals or anything specific to learn.
Its only purpose was to develop the students’ physical fitness and prevent them from neglecting their bodies due to laziness.
After going through warm-ups, as well as aerobic and anaerobic exercises, the content of the lesson ended.
The PE teacher announced that the remaining time was for free practice, then found a suitable spot, brought out a small chair, and sat down to rest.
“Kalmira, are you okay?”
Yuriko walked up to Kalmira and asked with concern.
Kalmira was slumped on the ground, her face flushed and her breath coming in heavy gasps.
She clearly hadn’t recovered from the exercise.
the intensity of the PE class wasn’t particularly extreme—for students with good stamina, it was barely a warm-up—but for a delicate girl like Kalmira, it was a form of torture.
“Whew… whew… I’m still alive…” Kalmira managed to squeeze out a breath, lacking the strength even to smile.
Sweat soaked her sportswear, causing the thin fabric to cling to her skin and making the girl’s figure even more prominent.
Between the alluring body, the flushed face, and the soft, delicate pants accompanying every breath, it was a simultaneous visual and auditory assault on Yuriko’s brain.
Even though Yuriko was used to her own female body, facing Kalmira like this caused a surge of heat to rise in her heart.
Fortunately, she had just finished exercising and her blood was already pumping; otherwise, seeing Kalmira in this state would have definitely made Yuriko’s face turn bright red.
She sat down beside Kalmira without saying another word, simply waiting for the girl to catch her breath.
After the teacher announced free practice, only a small number of students continued to exercise.
Most students, like Kalmira and Yuriko, stopped to slack off.
“Hey, you!”
A sharp cry came from behind.
Since no name was mentioned, Yuriko didn’t realize the speaker was addressing her, though the voice sounded somewhat familiar.
With a mind to watch some drama, Yuriko turned her head to look back.
A petite figure with white hair appeared in her vision.
It was Nomili.
Yuriko looked left and right.
Aside from Kalmira, there was no one else here.
Nomili couldn’t be calling someone else.
As for whether she was calling Kalmira, Yuriko felt that Nomili wouldn’t speak to a normal classmate like that.
“Are you calling me, Kipling?” Yuriko asked, knowing the answer.
Nomili stood with her hands on her hips, her small face still carrying a trace of resentment toward Yuriko.
“Who else would it be but you?”
Yuriko stood up, brushed the dust off her rear, and said to Nomili:
“Well, since you didn’t use my name, I wasn’t sure if you were talking to me. If you use my name, I’ll be able to react right away.”
“Hmph, I haven’t acknowledged you yet! Don’t get cocky just because Lady Alesia treats you well. Lady Alesia simply treats everyone with equal kindness. If she goes to school with someone like you, it will only lower her reputation!”
Faced with Nomili’s barbed words, Yuriko had expected this.
However, she hadn’t expected Nomili to come looking for her so soon after being lectured by Alesia.
“So, what do you mean by that, Kipling?”
Nomili raised a hand, pointed at Yuriko, and shouted, “I’m going to prove you aren’t qualified to be here. Challenge me to a contest!”
A contest?
Was there going to be a fight?
When it came to fighting, Yuriko was far from bored.
Having spent so many years in the underworld, she was practically a professional.
She knew exactly which spots hurt the most and which caused the least permanent damage!
Just as Yuriko felt a flicker of excitement at Nomili’s words, she suddenly remembered her purpose for coming to the academy.
‘No, this isn’t good. I’m not here to fight.’ She was supposed to be a kind, model student now. How could she do something as violent as fighting?
“Kipling, this is an academy after all. Fighting and things like that aren’t very good, are they?” Yuriko advised.
To her surprise, after hearing Yuriko’s words, Nomili looked at her with confusion and asked, “When did I ever say anything about fighting? I said I wanted to have a contest with you!”
‘Oops.’
She had forgotten that for normal people, the first thought when mentioning a contest wasn’t a physical brawl.
‘Idiot,’ Hwanling rolled her eyes.
Yuriko instantly became nervous.
If she didn’t explain this well, she might be labeled a delinquent girl.
“Ah, because the security in the place where I used to live wasn’t very good, I just subconsciously thought that,” Yuriko explained.
“Hmph, what a vulgar person. As expected, you shouldn’t be allowed to stay at the academy.”
Nomili snorted, not intending to dwell on it, and continued: “I want to compete with you in physical fitness!”