Ga-eul-senpai’s Personal Story
The story involves teaching a party mber how to bake bread.
It’s essentially a slice-of-life narrative, but it perfectly fits Lim Ga-eul’s personality—soone who finds joy in doing things for others.
When I rented out an entire bakery and called Ga-eul-senpai,
"Ha-ha─! Finally! My turn!?"
She exclaid dramatically, stretching out her arm confidently as if she had been preparing for this mont.
"Senpai, teach how to bake bread."
"Finally! I-I get to teach my kouhai sothing! I’ve reached the mont where I stand above my kouhai! Yes! This day has co at last!! This is it, this feeling of being relied upon. I love it so much..."
"Calm down, noona."
At that, Ga-eul-senpai clapped her hands over her mouth, her face filled with emotion.
"N-Noona!? Not Senpai, but Noona!? Gasp! So this is the destructive power of the ’boyfriend mode kouhai’ I’ve only heard about in rumors... Sob! This noona can die happy now..." "Calm down, senpai."
If I were to rank everyone based on how they’ve changed from the ga in reality, it might not be Master, Ichika, or Alice who cos out on top, but rather this person.
’In the ga, she was such a nurturing figure, soft and kind, guiding everyone gently... How did she turn into soone so, well, unfortunate?’
Of course, this "unfortunate" side is part of her charm.
Still, there were tis when I couldn’t help but look at her with slightly exasperated eyes.
"Kouhai, you’d better follow along closely, okay? This noona’s training is grueling!"
And so, Lim Ga-eul’s bread-making class began.
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Ga-eul-senpai watched Jin Yuha kneading dough according to her instructions, smirking ominously to herself.
’Hehe... My kouhai is a genius who excels at everything, but he has one glaring flaw.’
That flaw was...
A cooking ability that was absolutely, catastrophically hopeless!
When party mbers would rotate cooking duties, the rules were adjusted specifically to exempt Jin Yuha, with the reasoning that "the party leader doesn’t need to handle these trivial chores."
In other words, this was her once-in-a-lifeti chance to assert herself as a proper senpai.
Ga-eul-senpai stuck close to Jin Yuha, offering sincere guidance in a gentle voice.
"Ah, add about 50ml of water there... Yes, like that. Now, gently move your hands like so..."
However,
The result was sothing Ga-eul-senpai could not have foreseen.
"T-This can’t be..."
Kouhai was supposed to be the worst when it ca to cooking. A cursed chef whose food even stray dogs would spit out.
"But this, this is..."
As the oven beeped, signaling the bread was ready, Jin Yuha pulled out a loaf.
Steam wafted from it as a fragrant, almost intoxicating aroma assaulted her senses.
The loaf had a deep brown hue that transitioned into a lighter gradient, its soft, airy texture practically visible without even tasting it.
Even next to her own bread, which now seed pitifully deflated, his creation was undeniably perfect.
"No, no way. T-There’s no way your bread could look this good! I-It must taste terrible—!"
Biting her lip, Ga-eul-senpai refused to accept it.
As the daughter of two master bakers who had run Ga-eul’s Bakery—a neighborhood favorite for 20 years—her pride was on the line.
She tore off a corner of Jin Yuha’s bread and brought it to her mouth.
And upon tasting it...
"Why...?"
"How...?"
"Kouhai, you were terrible at cooking..."
It was the sweet taste of betrayal.
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Seeing Ga-eul-senpai, her eyes hollow and lifeless, I felt a twinge of unease.
’...Isn’t she supposed to be overjoyed when you succeed and shower you with praise in this story? Why is her reaction like this?’
In the original, Ga-eul-senpai’s personal story, subtitled Ga-eul’s Heart-Pounding Bakery♥, was a rhythm ga.
You’d knead dough in ti to the beat and add ingredients with precise timing.
Achieving an All-Perfect score would reward you with affection points and other bonuses.
During the baking process, there were monts when my inner culinary instincts threatened to burst forth.
But I thought sticking strictly to Ga-eul-senpai’s instructions would yield the best outco this ti.
’Hold it in. This isn’t your mont to shine!’
And so, I sealed away my "kitsch," "unique," and "naïve" sensibilities.
I focused solely on accurate asurents and controlled movents, foregoing any creative flair.
’Precision and control—skills honed through swordsmanship—were enough for this.’
But sohow, this approach seed to have backfired.
"J-Junior...! T-This is betrayal!!! How could you do this to !?"
With a cry full of anguish and despair, Ga-eul-senpai slumped to the ground, hands braced on the floor.
Ding─♬
Autumn-senpai has acquired a new trait.
[Trait - Flower That Blooms in Despair]
"..."
This is good.
It’s really good.
The trait resets a skill’s cooldown once per battle. For soone like Ga-eul-senpai, whose fighting style heavily relies on skills, it’s practically perfect.
Yes, it’s good.
Definitely good, but still...
Is it really okay for her to gain a trait this way...?
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"Sophia, what do you think about working as a model with you?"
Learning from my experience with Ga-eul-senpai, I cautiously approached Sophia.
Sophia’s personal story revolves around overcoming the scars she sustained during a midterm evaluation, which forced her to give up her modeling career. The story supports her in reclaiming her dreams.
Of course, the Sophia before had no such scars—because I intervened before it could happen.
Still, the mont I suggested modeling together, Sophia’s eyes lit up with excitent.
"Modeling? With ? Really?!"
"Yeah. I want to walk the runway with you and maybe even get featured in magazines."
It seed she hadn’t fully given up on her dreams after all, judging by how overjoyed she looked.
"Alright! But you have to follow my lead, okay?! Modeling isn’t easy, you know!"
"Sure, I’ll do everything you tell ."
"Ehehe, great! Then let’s grab a cara first!"
Click, click!
The sound of the shutter echoed repeatedly in the photo studio we had rented.
"Yes, yes! Just like that! Oh, could you maybe unbutton two more buttons on your shirt? I think it would really enhance the mood..." "...That would leave just one button." "That’s the point!"
I wasn’t sure if this was the right move, but... if Sophia seed happy, that’s probably what matters, right?
And so, I let her snap picture after picture of , practically half-dressed.
Huff─
Huff─
Occasionally, the heavy breathing coming from behind the cara was a little unsettling. But I chalked it up to her sheer passion for modeling.
Click!
After spending the entire day correcting my poses, expressions, and movents, we headed to Milan to visit one of the most prestigious magazine publishers.
"Unb-believable!!! M-Magnificent!! Oh, to think I could capture such a divine physique with my cara in this lifeti!! Hah─! To feel my skills might be inadequate—it’s... it’s too much to bear! I must steel myself!"
The slightly unhinged photographer fainted a few tis during the shoot, exclaiming as if they’d seen a deity. But the photos turned out great—so great, in fact, that Sophia bit her lip in frustration.
"Damn it...! It’s infuriating, but... these photos... If I had better equipnt and a more elaborate set... No, no, this is purely my lack of skill! Even with an impeccable subject that transcends the backdrop, I failed..."
’Does everyone in the modeling industry end up like this...?’
The runway show that we hastily arranged also went off without a hitch.
As soon as we expressed our desire to model, fashion brands from all over the world clamored to get in touch with us.
Amidst all the attention, we completed the runway show.
Sophia’s gaze afterward was bright but unfocused, her expression a strange mix of clarity and reverence.
She knelt down, clasped her hands, and adopted a prayer-like stance.
"Ahhh... To think I walked the runway with Jin Yuha... as a couple model... I can die happy now. I feel like I’m about to ascend..."
"Don’t ascend. I need you here."
Ssssshhhh─
Sophia also gained a skill.
[Skill - Divine Grace]
-Casts a holy barrier that counters negative status effects from enemies.
-Cooldown: 10 minutes.
At this point...
Nothing surprises anymore.
"I’ll head to your room, Benefactor."
When asked where she wanted to go, Ichika abruptly sent that ssage.
’As expected, she’ll probably ask to keep petting her for the whole two days? She really is like a cat.’
Since I knew absolutely nothing about Ichika’s personal story, I decided to fully respect her wishes this ti.
Before long, Ichika knocked on the door, wearing a thin camisole and short shorts.
"I’m here, Benefactor."
"Welco, Ichika."
I smiled and opened the door for her.
"Let’s go to the room."
"Sure."
As expected, what Ichika wanted seed to involve physical affection.
Ichika, seated across from on the bed in her light attire, stared straight into my eyes before suddenly opening her mouth.
"Benefactor, you said anything I wanted, right?"
"Yeah, anything. Just tell . What do you want?"
"Then, there’s sothing I really want to do with you."
What could it be? Ichika looked at with such sincere, sparkling eyes that I sat up straighter, ready to listen.
"Sticky, steamy, intimate se—mmph!" (LOL ha ha ha)
In that instant, I panicked and had no choice but to cover Ichika’s mouth.
Ichika furrowed her brows, her expression asking what on earth I was doing.
Looking around the situation objectively:
-My room’s bed.
-Her light clothing.
-Just the two of us.
-An unabashed Ichika.
Realizing the circumstances made chills run down my spine.
If I went along with those words here...
Well...
Of course, I’d want to. That sticky, steamy, intimate whatever...
I’m a strong, healthy young man who carried over mories from my past life into this world where gender roles are reversed.
Even while spending these two days with the party mbers one-on-one, I’d held back so much.
But still, this isn’t the ti.
It’s not like I see the party mbers as re flings.
Sure, if we keep growing closer with these good feelings, sothing like that might naturally happen soday. But still!
Sotis, when I’m bored, I check out the community in this world.
And here, won are as much "sex parrots" as n were in my previous life.
I rembered being horrified and closing the tab when I saw won posting my pictures and unanimously shouting "Yass" in a chaotic frenzy.
With my mindset from my past life.
And a woman from this reversed world.
If one of us initiated things, it was clear that brakes would be nonexistent.
...We’d probably throw everything away and just do that all day, not caring if the world ended.
But what I want is a peaceful life where I can be with those I love in comfort.
Not to abandon everything in a crumbling world and act solely on primal instincts.
’Ichika... what a terrifying girl!’
"That—that’s off-limits!"
"Hmph."
"I an, maybe later!"
"Tch."
When I shouted with a flushed face, Ichika clicked her tongue in disappointnt but didn’t insist.
"Then, I want to experience what the other party mbers did."
"...Experience?"
"Yeah, the dates you had with them during the one-on-one trips. I want to try them too." "...Even if we rush through them, it would take at least a week, you know?"
When I looked at her with a puzzled expression...
"Don’t worry about that. Leave it to ."
Ichika placed her hand over mine, interlocking her fingers, and smiled bashfully.
"Don’t resist my energy, Benefactor. Just accept it."
Swoosh—
"I’ll invite you into the space of my dreams."
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And so, I was invited into Ichika’s dream.
A peaceful place bathed in warm sunlight, surrounded by lush greenery and verdant trees. ’This is...’
It felt strangely familiar.
Ah, it’s the Jukai Forest.
I had previously seen Ichika manipulate a demon’s dream during the entrance ceremony for new students. But this was my first ti actually stepping into a dream like this.
Curiously, the place was filled with many familiar items.
Even at first glance:
The gifts I’d given to Ichika.
Shin Se-hee’s ribbon-shaped voice modulator.
Lee Yoo-ri’s shield.
The alchemical wings of Reina, the homunculus made by Director Lina.
Our ho building.
The Academy’s clock tower standing in one corner.
And over there—a blue crab. She must’ve really liked when we grilled and ate those together last ti.
"So, this is Ichika’s treasure chest."
I smiled as I looked at the random items scattered around. It made happy to see Ichika, who once only had her shadow as a companion, looking so content now.
"Don’t stare at it too much. It’s embarrassing."
When I turned around, Ichika, covered in bite marks all over her body, was looking at . "Hey, your neck..."
"Here, anything precious to just stays."
Ichika avoided my gaze, speaking in a small, embarrassed voice.
So, even those marks on her neck were precious enough to keep?
I chuckled softly.
"You’re the first person to co here."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I wanted to show it to you first. To tell you that I’m happy in Utopia. Sotis, Benefactor, you look at with pity." "Ah."
That was because I knew she suffered from an unrelenting curse of lust.
Always battling desire and impulse, relying on light physical contact just to keep her sanity intact—it couldn’t have been easy.
"See? You don’t have to worry anymore, right?"
"No, there’s still so much space left. I need to fill it up more."
At that, Ichika’s face turned red.
"T-th-that’s fine! I get it! Let’s go now. We don’t have much ti!"
Ichika, uncharacteristically flustered, stamred as she spoke.
"Got it. What should I do?"
"Here, if you give permission, I can access the experiences. By slowing ti to one-fifth, I’ll be able to go through the mories of all the other party mbers within the span of this twoday trip."
"Then we start with Soup, I guess." "Yeah."
As she extended her hand, the dungeon I had explored with Lee Yoo-ri materialized before us.
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