The Pervert Transcendent

"What are you doing?"

"Reading articles."

"Tch. You stop halfway with me for this? You've been zoning out this whole time, haven't you?"

"No. But what do you mean, halfway? Don't tell me... we have to... again?"

"Don't want to?"

"Ah, no... but let's rest a little first. I'm too worn out."

I had finally caught up with Senior An after far too long.

My lower back felt like it was about to creak and give out.

Having already figured out my tastes, Senior had been waiting in my room fully dressed in glasses and a uniform. I'd been dragged all over the place and returned far too late; between last week's apology and compensation for today's lateness, I put everything I had into snapping my hips.

Only after we had thoroughly shared that dense, sticky pleasure did I open my laptop.

I'd already checked earlier, but right now the entire internet was on fire with stories about me. To gauge the direction of public opinion, I was searching the articles about myself that had climbed to the number-one search ranking.

Well then?

"Hmm... you've gotten quite famous."

"Haha..."

"How are the comments looking?"

"Hold on. Starting with the one that has the most replies..."

The article with the most comments was the one that included video. I followed the link and hit play. First I needed to see exactly what someone had filmed and uploaded. Curiosity and worry mixed in equal measure.

The footage was, of course, from this afternoon.

"Whoa... you can't even see past this point because of the blizzard. But was this really you? Magic?"

"Yeah. So this is how it looked from here... At the center of that spell, seawater and everything else froze solid on the spot. But the range was wider than I expected—I'm not sure how practical it would be in real combat."

The entire casting of Blizzard had been filmed from the very first second. Someone must have started recording the moment they climbed into the spectator seats and then uploaded it themselves.

Wait a second—that means...

"Huh? What's that? Why are you completely naked!?"

"Ah... fuck... Who the hell uploaded this. At least edit it properly... Don't get the wrong idea, Senior. I didn't strip on purpose."

A man sprinting naked through the blizzard. That same man leaping more than ten meters into the air and landing in the stands. His face fully exposed, only the important parts clumsily covered by a red chili-pepper censor. That man was me.

"Well, the body's not bad."

"Is that a compliment?"

"Face isn't bad either."

"Thanks..."

I was afraid to scroll down. What kind of comments would be waiting? Who the hell had the balls to upload a stranger's naked body...

As expected.

The fact that I was a Transcendent had clearly spread, but I had also become the pervert of the century. I had no intention of denying that I was a pervert. Even so, getting cursed out by complete strangers still delivered a crushing hit of self-loathing.

Damn it. What the hell am I supposed to do about this.

"Pffhahaha. Look at this. There are still people complimenting your body. Right here. Oh, and this one too—someone offering money for the original?"

"Why are you so entertained, Senior? I'm stressed and pissed off..."

"That's what you get for showing off in front of people. You should've known how to be humble. This is your punishment."

"You were the one doing weird things with dumbbells at the mana testing center."

"What? How do you even know that? Did you dig into my past!?"

"I did not. The doctor there volunteered the info about some weirdo without me even asking."

"Really? Well, at least I still had clothes on. Heh. Heh."

Senior kept teasing me while I just sighed over and over. Moving public opinion? I'd be lucky if this didn't backfire completely. Suddenly I wanted a cigarette, but with Senior here I couldn't even light one...

"Ugh... S-Senior."

"Mmm... what? You've rested enough already, haven't you?"

Senior An crawled under the table and started playing with my cock. She used her tongue to gently torment the tip of the glans.

"Senior, I'm really not in the mood for—ugh."

"Haah... slurp... haa... Why! Stay still! I'm holding back even though I know you touched another Awakened who uses magic."

"Th-that's... nngh..."

Senior's oral skills improved by the day. I had already come twice before even looking at the articles, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠yet she had me rock-hard again in seconds. She must have roughly guessed what happened after watching me use magic. The fact that she had been pretending not to know until now left me both surprised and guilty, so I quietly accepted her demands.

She didn't seem to think of it as cheating, at least. Well, we weren't officially dating anyway.

Her soft tongue licked every corner of the head. That delicate stimulation spread through my entire body in shivers. The moment it slid into her warm mouth it swelled instantly, showing off its full size. Senior licked and sucked that thick cock as if it tasted delicious. Without fail she used her hand to knead my balls, and my asshole clenched on its own. Looking up at me with those haughty eyes behind her glasses, she had me on the edge of climax in no time.

I grabbed the back of her head and shoved deep into her throat. It suctioned around me just like a pussy, and every time I pulled out the wet, obscene sounds were far too raw. Senior made light gagging noises and drool ran freely, yet somehow that only made it filthier and made me want to push even deeper.

"Ghk, cough... haa... haa... mmmph!?"

My cock was sucked all the way into the deepest part of Senior's throat. I kept it buried there until she was short of breath, thrashing, even clawing at my legs. Only then did I slowly pull out. Senior coughed and sneezed nonstop. I gave her time to recover, then thrust back in with a wet shlick.

Her face was a mess of tears and snot. Hair disheveled, glasses crooked. She knew this would happen every time and still kept putting my cock in her mouth.

"Senior, you're seriously filthy."

"Hnnngh... mmph..."

"You little pervert."

I started slow and tormenting, then later hammered her throat hard and fast. And I poured everything I had down that throat.

Shit. This time I'd only satisfied myself. Senior still looked unsatisfied. To make her come I'd have to get hard again, but I was already at my limit...

Would tongue and fingers alone be enough for her?

"Junghyeok. You have to do me too."

"Yes. Come here."

Next time I should borrow a dildo from Hong Eunyoung in advance. I might be a pervert, but Senior's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sex drive was completely beyond me. Honestly, I couldn't tell who the real pervert was anymore.

"Hwaaaang—!!"

I'm exhausted. My fingers feel like they're about to cramp. Still, somehow I managed to send Senior over the edge with just my fingers. Energy topped up to fifty percent—I really need to go celibate for a few days after this. Mentally and physically, I'm completely spent.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"What is that?"

"Mmm... go check, Junghyeok... I don't even have the strength to wiggle a finger..."

True to an Academy elite dorm—A-class exclusive—the soundproofing was perfect. That was why you could hear the knocking but not any voices. The doorbell was automatically muted after midnight, so it didn't ring either.

I had no choice. I threw on a single robe and headed for the door. Who the hell shows up at this hour? Zero manners.

"K-Kang Junghyeok-ssi! Why on earth aren't you answering your phone!?"

"That's my business. What do you want at this hour of the night? I already explained thoroughly that what happened at the magic training ground was an accident, and there are dozens of witnesses..."

"That's not it. Please come to the security office immediately."

"Excuse me? Why the security office?"

"There's someone looking for you. Extremely urgently."

"What?"

I was speechless. Who would ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠look for me at this hour? And out of nowhere at the security office, no less. The man grabbed my arm and started dragging me along.

Come to think of it, who even is this guy? I was being hauled off wearing nothing but a robe over bare skin, yet there was no real need to be on guard. He was a civilian and I was an S-10 Transcendent.

A dormitory so high-end it even stocked hotel-style robes. Why would they want me in its security office? Had some high-rank Awakened thief broken in or something?

In the end we arrived. First floor of the building. Once I stepped inside I'd find out whether I wanted to or not—why they'd called me, and why this man kept his mouth shut without answering a single question.

"I've brought Kang Junghyeok-ssi."

"Good work. You can wait outside."

"Yes, sir."

The man who had fetched me left. Inside the office remained only me, a middle-aged man, and two young staff members who looked like security personnel—one man, one woman. One wall was covered by a massive monitor displaying CCTV feeds. On the central table sat another monitor along with a mic, mouse, keyboard, and the usual equipment. The staff were busily doing something. The middle-aged man, on the other hand, simply stood there and addressed me.

"Kang Junghyeok-gun... or should I say -ssi? Hmm... Kang Junghyeok-ssi. Why didn't you answer your phone?"

"Look at the state I'm in. Do I look like I was in a position to answer? And who exactly are you to drag me out at this ungodly hour?"

"Ahem... There's no need to flash that much skin. I understand the circumstances well enough... I am the Elite Chief Instructor of this Academy. This is our first meeting, but I've heard plenty about you through various channels. Kang Junghyeok-ssi. From this moment you will begin a video call. Please conduct yourself as politely and neatly as possible."

"A video call?"

"Yes. The President has already been waiting for you for over thirty minutes. Originally this was supposed to take place in the Dean's office, but at this rate dawn would break, so we moved it here in a hurry."

"Excuse me?"

Out of nowhere? The President looking for me... well, there were reasons. The appearance of a new Transcendent. How huge a plus that was for national competitiveness. But even so—at this hour?

"And tidy that hair a bit... Hmm. Well, that should be fine. Do not casually open that robe in front of the President. Or would you like me to lend you my own clothes?"

I had zero desire to put on some middle-aged man's smelly clothes. I tightly belted the front of the robe and sat down. At the same time the President's face appeared on the monitor.

I never imagined the day would come when the President would call my name. No particular thrill, but it was something I'd never even pictured.

So this was the guy who had sweet-talked Park Yuri into the military? He seemed pretty capable at that sort of thing.

"Good evening. But what could be so urgent? Even if you are the President, at this hour..."

He bowed his head on the other side of the screen. This situation was private, of course. The fact that he was bowing so politely meant my status and value had skyrocketed that much. Going by what was public, I was one of only eight Transcendents in all of South Korea. Even the President had to stay on my good side. If I started badmouthing the Korean government and announced I was heading to a rival country like Japan, it would be a national disaster. Impeachment talk would explode overnight. Then again, this guy only had a few months left in his term.

Haaah—I forced out a big yawn that wasn't even real and spoke. The reason I was being a little arrogant was simple: I wanted to quietly signal that I was the one holding the cards.

"I don't know why you called, but please keep it brief and to the point."

I knew it. I immediately held my open palm up in front of the monitor and spoke.

"I'm sorry. I decline."

It wasn't only the President on the other side of the screen who looked displeased by my attitude. The two staff members watching beside me and even the Chief Instructor were fidgeting restlessly. I knew full well I was being an unpleasant, rude bastard right now, but in moments like this a cold, clean refusal actually left fewer problems later. It was also one of the negotiation tactics I'd picked up recently while dealing with industry people—especially corporate executives.

First you refuse flat and sharp. Then, just when the other side is about to give up, you reluctantly grant a portion of what they want. And while doing so, you push through your own demands.

That was exactly what ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I intended to do now.

Against the President of South Korea.