Hero, Go To School! - Chapter 32 - Admire Me 2

‘I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry, but please find another instructor.’

‘I don’t know if I’m coming here to teach or to die!’

‘Why is it such a problem for a teacher to carry a pen? And the constant body searches are beyond humiliating.’

Every tutor the duke and duchess had arranged ended up fleeing under Ian’s tyranny.

The one who lasted the longest was the third to visit, some young man named Gaurin Pier or Peer or something. He held out for a total of four days.

On the fourth day of Gaurin’s employment, his coachman, who had been living in daily terror from the countless traps scattered across the garden, finally quit.

Faced with the prospect of having to drive his own carriage, and unable to endure the constant explosions erupting behind him, Gaurin bolted without looking back.

“They’re all weaklings. With that kind of mindset, how do they expect to teach anyone?”

Whack-.

I couldn’t hold back and smacked him across the back.

His back muscles twitched hard from the sting, but his face remained completely calm, as if nothing had happened.

“For the love of god, put some clothes on!”

His naked lifestyle continued as if nothing was wrong.

Despite all the money and time poured into their education, those highly trained scholars had no way to handle a student like him.

No, calling him a poor student was an understatement. He was a beast.

Ian found frilly clothes with jeweled buttons utterly shameful, yet he felt no embarrassment showing off his bare body for all to see.

The maids could do nothing but blush and scramble to avoid him.

Still, a few of them stole glances at Ian’s body like it was something delicious. I vaguely overheard them muttering something about “welfare,” but it was a rare opinion. Or so I wanted to believe.

Either way, his full-frontal lifestyle was causing more problems than I could count.

“Bring me something that qualifies as proper clothing.”

“What even is ‘proper clothing’? What, you want to skin a bear and throw it over your back?”

“Now you’re making sense. That’s what I used to wear in winter.”

“For god’s sake. Who’s the barbarian now.”

“How dare you call me a barbarian!”

“You! You, damn it! Your d*ck keeps waving at me like it wants to say hello!”

“My manhood doesn’t go around greeting just anyone.”

“This is insane. You’re impossible. Come on.”

Left with no choice, I stormed into his dressing room myself.

In noble society, even a brief moment alone between a man and woman in a private space was enough to spark endless scandal.

Back when I was playing Sweet Everyday, I once ran into an old man in the garden and ended up in the middle of a weird romance rumor. The man was in his sixties and practically bald.

Because of that, I was labeled his lover and had to give up on wooing the apple farmer I had been pursuing. I ended the entire run right there. Sixty hours of gameplay, gone.

Even knowing how the nobility loved to exaggerate and gossip, I didn’t hesitate for a second. I shoved the naked Ian straight into the dressing room.

No one batted an eye. In fact, his personal attendants even looked at us with sparkling eyes full of hope.

His dressing room was impeccably organized, with every item sorted by type, color, and fabric.

Every day the place looked like it had been attacked by a wild bear, with clothes ripped to shreds and chaos everywhere. Yet somehow, it always returned to pristine order in less than half a day. It was honestly impressive.

“Don’t try anything funny.”

He said it flatly.

“What funny business?”

The moment I reached for a hanging outfit, Ian snatched it away in a flash. Then, without hesitation, he tore it to shreds.

I stared blankly at the luxurious garment that had instantly turned to rags.

“Why do you keep shredding perfectly good clothes, you bastard.”

“Don’t you dare try to put this low-grade trash on me!”

“Times have changed, Grandpa. It’s been four hundred years. People actually wear this stuff now!”

“And you expect the kingdom’s sword, protector of the realm, to wear something fit only for seducing women? Whether it’s been four hundred years or four thousand, my will remains uncha… Ugh!”

I drove my fist hard into the spot just beneath his rock-solid abs. Ian’s upper body folded in half like a snapped branch.

I’m not the type to resort to violence easily, but against someone like him, who’s completely immune to reason, there’s really nothing more effective than a good punch.