That Time I Got Turn Yumi Yamamoto

Oh, hi there! I'm Yumi Yamamoto. You've probably heard of —or maybe not. Anyway, I used to be the class president back in my school. Yep, the big boss, the one everyone had to listen to whether they liked it or not. But let

tell you, life has a way of flipping the tables when you least expect it.

You see, back in school, I was known for being strict. Super strict. I an, people were practically terrified of . No one dared step out of line, and if they did… well, let's just say they didn't try it again. I had everything under control. Or so I thought.

Then ca the big, shiny "whoosh" that turned my life upside down.

It started like any normal day. The teacher hadn't shown up yet, and we were all goofing around in class. Suddenly, this gigantic magic circle appeared on the floor, glowing like it was straight out of so fantasy movie. Before I could even shout, "What the heck is this?"—BAM! We were teleported.

Next thing I know, we're standing in this grand hall on a whole new planet called "Chetna." Don't ask

how I know; they told us that later. Anyway, there we were, staring at this unbelievably gorgeous saintess. She was so beautiful that the boys in my class practically lted on the spot. I'm talking hearts in their eyes, drooling—all of it.

And ? I was just standing there, arms crossed, rolling my eyes. Like, co on, guys, have so self-respect.

Then ca the king and his fancy nobles. They started talking about "Status" and all this other magical stuff. I was half-listening, to be honest. But then they started examining everyone's status, and oh boy, my classmates were on cloud nine.

"Wow, I got Sword Mastery!"

"I can summon fire!"

"I'm a freaking dragon tar!"

You get the idea. Everyone was practically glowing with excitent. And then it was my turn.

Drumroll, please.

Persuasion.

Great Thinker.

Human Calculator.

Creativity.

…Yeah.

To , those sounded pretty aweso! I an, who wouldn't want to be a great thinker or super creative, right? But the mont they read it out loud, the room went dead silent. And then… the laughing started.

"Pfft, what is she gonna do? Persuade the enemies to death?"

"Maybe she'll think of a great strategy to run away!"

Hilarious. Truly.

From that mont on, things went downhill faster than a rock rolling off a cliff. The nobles looked at

like I was so defective product they wanted to return. My classmates? Oh, they had a field day. Rember how I was the strict class president everyone was scared of? Yeah, they saw this as their golden opportunity for revenge.

But here's the thing—Yumi Yamamoto doesn't break that easily. Nope. I didn't cry, I didn't beg, and I definitely didn't let them see

sweat. I held my head high, smiled through the bullying, and told myself, "They're just jealous of my human calculator skills."

The only reason things didn't get worse for

after being labeled as the "useless" one in the academy was my looks. Yeah, you heard that right. My appearance was on par with that saintess who summoned us—maybe even better (not to brag, of course). The boys, thinking they had a shot at winning my heart, kept their bullying to a minimum.

But let

be clear: I wasn't so fragile flower ready to lt into their arms. Nope. I kept my distance, trained hard for months, and stayed as unapproachable as a locked treasure chest. Things were going… okay-ish, until *that* day.

Oh, you're curious? Well, let

tell you about the day she arrived.

At first, it seed like an invasion—or maybe not. Honestly, who cares? All I know is that a figure walked into our academy, and it was none other than the one and only Ms. Scarlett. Or should I say, Scarlett Nova.

When I first laid eyes on her, I was shocked. No, I was beyond shocked—I was floored. Now, I've always been aware of my beauty. I an, I'm not blind. Compared to most females, I stand out. But her? Oh, she was on a whole other level.

Scarlett Nova had this long, flowing purple hair that looked like it was woven from silk. Her skin was so smooth and radiant it could have been carved from eralds. Those long legs, that perfect hourglass figure, and her jawline that could probably cut steel. It was unreal.

And let's not forget the most striking part: her, uh… assets. Yes, I'm talking about those big, round—uh—breasts. Why couldn't I have sothing like that? Seriously, it was like the universe poured all its effort into sculpting her and left the rest of us as re sketches.

I an, how can soone be that beautiful? She wasn't just attractive; she was otherworldly. I'm pretty sure she's the most seductive woman in existence. Standing next to her, the rest of us might as well have been potatoes.

Naturally, I thought about befriending her—who wouldn't? But then, the truth ca out. She wasn't human. She was an invader, and as students of the warrior academy, we had no choice but to fight her.

Here's the crazy part: she let herself get chained. Yeah, you heard that right. She let us win. And then she just strolled off to the royal palace to face punishnt, all calm and collected. I thought to myself, "Well, that's the last I'll ever see of her."

Oh, how wrong I was.

The very next night, I was in my room, minding my own business (sleeping, if you must know), when she just waltzed in—without even knocking! Excuse ? Personal space? Ever heard of it?

And then, as if this wasn't shocking enough, she casually started chatting with

like we were old friends. That's when she dropped the biggest bombshell of all: she wasn't just from my world; she was from my school.

Wait, what? This goddess-like beauty was from my class? How did I miss her? I an, I know I was busy running the place as class president, but surely I'd have noticed soone like her, right?

Naturally, I asked her. I had to know. But no matter how many tis I pressed her, she refused to reveal her identity from before. It's infuriating, really.

After all the chaos, we fled to Gwarga Kingdom, hoping to find so peace. But instead, we ended up in Scarlett's village—Dreadhaven. And let

tell you, calling it a "village" is being extrely generous. It was barely even a tribal settlent when we first arrived!

Naturally, I thought Scarlett was going to grant

so kind of badass power—sothing cool and flashy, like controlling lightning or summoning dragons. But no. What did she do? She made

the finance minister. That's right, the one and only human in a village filled with monsters and demons… was put in charge of accounting.

At first, I was terrified. I an, what if they decided I looked tastier than their usual als? I didn't sleep for days, jumping at every little sound, convinced I was on the nu. But slowly, I realized they weren't so bad. They were surprisingly kind, respectful, and—dare I say—friendly. Before I knew it, I was actually attached to this crazy place.

Fast forward a bit, and Dreadhaven went through a massive glow-up. It's hard to believe how much it changed. From a scrappy little village, it turned into sothing bustling and lively. We even had three human visitors recently, which was honestly refreshing. It reminded

of ho—well, sort of.

And then ca the new additions to our little dysfunctional family. People like Xao Feng, Li Feng, and Rin showed up, and they were great. But the most… interesting addition? Reiza.

Reiza—Scarlett's new wife. Yep, you heard that right. Apparently, so duel went down, and Scarlett ca out victorious, which sohow translated to Reiza becoming her wife. Don't ask

to explain how that works; I'm just here for the drama.

At first, I wasn't sure if they were actually a couple or if it was just so weird political arrangent. But then ca the… noises. Oh, the noises. Anyone who passed by Scarlett's wooden ho could hear the unmistakable sounds of… well, let's just say "passionate bonding." Reiza's loud moaning left absolutely no room for doubt about their relationship status.

Of course, I couldn't help but wonder how that was going to work out in the long run. After all, Scarlett already had another human wife back in the Kingdom of Darwitz—two wives, one of them human, and the other a demoness. If that's not the definition of complicated, I don't know what is. But hey, not my problem.

Anyway, life didn't slow down after that. We had wars—first with so succubus queen, then with Gwarga. Battles, chaos, blah blah… You get the gist. It was one thing after another.

Through all of this, one thing remains a mystery: who Scarlett was back in school. I still have no idea. She won't tell

her real na or even give

a clue about how she looked back then. And honestly, it's driving

insane.

I an, why am I even calling her Ms. Scarlett? Giving her all this elder-like respect when I don't even know if she's older than ! From her current appearance, she's clearly in the peak of her youth, probably in her thirties. But since she always dodges the question, I just assu she's older and stick with "Ms."

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In the grand but cozy royal palace of Dreadhaven, Yumi Yamamoto sat in her office room, her brows furrowed in focus as she ticulously scribbled entries into her journal. This had beco her routine—balancing the kingdom's finances while her mind occasionally drifted into the labyrinth of her past. Today was one of those days. As she flipped through the pages, her thoughts wandered back to her old life, her ti at the warrior academy, and of course, to Scarlett Nova.

But her nostalgic reverie was rudely interrupted by a sudden noise.

Crack... Crack...

The sound of sothing breaking jolted her back to reality. Yumi's head snapped toward the direction of the sound, her pen still poised mid-air.

Standing there, frozen in place, was one of the gorgon maids—descendant of dusa, dressed in a neat maid uniform. Her face was flushed with panic as her trembling hands tried to salvage what was left of the tea tray she had accidentally dropped. The tea had spilled all over the floor, and the shattered pieces of the porcelain cup glinted under the sunlight streaming through the windows.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, Lady Yumi! I'll clean it up right away!" the maid stamred, bowing repeatedly as she frantically grabbed a cloth to wipe the ss.

Yumi let out a soft sigh, her stern "class president" persona from the past montarily threatening to surface. But then she caught herself. Instead of reprimanding the maid, she gave a small, understanding smile.

"No need to apologize," Yumi said gently. "Mistakes happen. Just finish cleaning up the floor and bring another cup of tea when you're done. Take your ti."

The maid's eyes widened in surprise at Yumi's forgiving tone. "Y-Yes! Thank you, Lady Yumi! I'll bring another tea right away!" she said, scrambling to clean the spill.

As the maid worked, Yumi leaned back in her chair, resting her chin on her hand. A wry smile tugged at her lips as she glanced at the journal on her desk.

"Huff... Have I really gotten this soft after all these months here?" she thought to herself. Back at the school, the Yumi Yamamoto of old would never have tolerated such clumsiness. But here, surrounded by demons and monsters who treated her with respect and kindness, she found herself changing—softening, even. It was a strange realization, but not an unwelco one.

Just as Yumi returned her focus to the stack of files and numbers on her desk, sothing unusual caught her eye.

A letter.

It wasn't just any letter, though. Its envelope was intricately designed, made of black parchnt with golden patterns etched along the edges. The wax seal bore a symbol she didn't imdiately recognize, but its elegance and uniqueness were enough to make her sit up straight.

"What's this?"