Chapter 20
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 20
Chapter Title: Limit Measurement
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"…You got here faster than I expected."
The moment we arrived at A2 Field, there was Lim Sarang. None of the other Class A kids had shown up yet. I knew she'd just called from the classroom a bit ago—how was she already standing here?
Was A2 Field close to the main building, or had Lim Sarang's physical abilities surpassed human limits? The former seemed like the realistic option.
Far off in the distance, a bus came to a stop. "1-A" was plastered boldly on the front. We'd beaten them here by a hair.
I sidled up next to Lim Sarang and stood there. The mix of cigarette smoke and her unique scent wafting off her body created a tantalizing aroma. My dick twitched, threatening to harden.
This is all because of our slutty-bodied teacher.
"The teacher said she'd have Yeona do the limit measurement with you instead, so I couldn't risk messing it up because of that. I pushed myself a bit."
"…Did you swallow semen?"
"Yes."
It wasn't really pushing herself. She had the stamina to ejaculate multiple times a day. Jerking off was a hobby anyway, so busting a nut or two was nothing.
"…Smack."
Lim Sarang smacked her lips. She clearly wanted more semen.
"Want me to cum for you?"
"…Later."
Lim Sarang shook her head. The vibe screamed "not here." She was probably trying to save face in front of the students.
It felt pointless when you looked at the Future Heroes Forum—but whatever.
"Can I message you after class?"
Lim Sarang whispered slyly. She must've known even she had no shame. She averted her eyes, waiting tensely for my answer.
"Sure. I'm good with that."
I never turned down an offered pussy. I wasn't a kid who could afford to be picky. If I'd bought the free pass ticket, I had to make the most of it.
Just give them cum and they'd thank me profusely on their own, bowing to my belly button. Why not fuck them? Why not pound away—?
Whether schoolgirl or teacher, if they offered, I'd bow and eat it up. No—now they bowed to me first. That was my motto, Captain Lee Hyunwoo's creed.
"I'll really send you a KakaoTalk? After school?"
"I said I'm good with it."
"You're so cool and aloof, unlike the other boys. It's hot."
A satisfying deal. Lim Sarang flashed a pleased smile and yelled at the kids.
"Hurry your asses over here!"
The students were strolling over from afar. Her sharp command turned their lazy steps into a sprint. They lined up one by one.
Lim Sarang scowled, scanning them. They all looked like a mess from running—hair total chaos.
"Jeong Sua, give Hyunwoo his gym clothes."
Jeong Sua had my gym uniform. She'd insisted on holding it since I was "her" captain or whatever.
Would've been better if she'd given it to Choi Yeona. She'd probably have changed already. That thought crossed my mind.
Jeong Sua approached and handed me the uniform. Maybe because nothing happened yesterday, but it was softer and fresher than I expected. Even felt warm.
"Hyunwoo, did you oversleep this morning?"
I nodded and started changing right there in front of everyone. No hesitation whatsoever. I'd learned from past classes that the girls' stares got me rock hard.
"Ugh…"
"That guy's for real—how is he so shameless?"
"He's stripping with everyone watching. Incredible."
I hadn't told them not to look, but the girls averted their eyes anyway. They turned away desperately, though some sneakily rolled their eyes back for peeks. Bold ones.
"I was worried since you weren't reading KakaoTalk."
"No need to worry."
I finished changing into the gym pants and looked at Jeong Sua. She forced an awkward smile, lips twitching unnaturally.
Were we that close? A sudden doubt hit me.
We'd sworn the Peach Garden Oath through my dick, sure. She sucked me off and swallowed—but still.
That didn't explain her reaction.
We were still awkward. We'd only met yesterday, no time to bond. It wasn't even full sex, so physically distant too.
Crew formation was still ways off, so we weren't officially crewmates by normal procedures.
Jeong Sua's response felt a bit over the top. But it wasn't bad. I liked her already treating me like her reserved captain, doting on me.
Sharing goals yesterday must've helped.
"We can't treat Mom without you."
"…"
That tacked-on bit shattered the sentiment. Felt like being kicked from a dream into reality. Yeah, figures. There was a reason for the worry.
Jeong Sua prayed for my balls' safety over my well-being. Her mom's issue came first. Worrying about me meant securing her mom.
To cure semen addiction, she needed semen—and the best source was a captain.
Academy top entrant: guaranteed quality and potency. To Jeong Sua, I was a milk tank she couldn't let slip away.
"Smack."
Just cum and done. Her mom getting treated with my semen? That thought alone hardened me.
Of course I'd help, but her bluntness was ridiculous. A hollow laugh escaped me.
I clicked my tongue at Jeong Sua and naturally slipped past to join the line.
"Hyunwoo, you're really okay, right? No pain anywhere?"
"Nah. Everyone's waiting, so line up quick."
"Phew—glad you're fine."
Jeong Sua sighed in relief and followed behind me. She lined up matching the person ahead. The mood was set for limit measurement class.
Lim Sarang stepped forward.
"This morning, we're doing limit measurements. Anyone not know how they work?"
I shot my hand up. I knew zilch about how this world worked. I'd only skimmed the Academy curriculum online. Not enough for class details.
Lim Sarang stared at me blankly. Wondering if she should explain to a captain candidate? It'd be a waste of time, obviously.
"Teacher, I don't know."
Then, amid the shuffle, someone raised their hand. Choi Yeona.
"…Choi Yeona, you really don't know?"
"No. Sorry I didn't study up beforehand, Teacher."
"No need to apologize…"
Choi Yeona, who'd been handling class rep duties, didn't know limit measurements? Unbelievable. She'd be the obvious pick for interim rep—sharp as a tack, no way she was clueless.
Our eyes met. Choi Yeona was pretending for my sake. She'd given Lim Sarang no choice but to explain.
Thanks to her, Lim Sarang dropped her hesitation and described the process.
"…Fine. Some of you are too embarrassed to raise your hands, huh."
"…"
"Limit measurement measures your limits, plain and simple. We push you to face them based on your superpowers. Scores and rankings come from the process and results."
Ratings for hero candidates at the Academy were crucial. They basically decided the girls' lives. Reason they slaved away for three years.
"Your superpowers fall into three simple categories—the broadest classification. We'll evaluate under various conditions accordingly."
"…"
"Manifestation-types: use your power to the permitted limit. Don't stop until semen exhaustion hits. You know this? Score's based on when you halt, so better to collapse."
"“Yes!”"
"Enhancement-types: we'll check destructive power and endurance. Unlike manifestation, focus moment-to-moment for good scores. Utility's simpler than manifestation, so evaluations are harsher—got it?"
"“Yes!”"
"And special-types…"
Lim Sarang trailed off. Special-types must be rare. No need to explain.
"First, splitting into groups. Manifestation-types: step left when called."
Lim Sarang called names one by one. Faces still unfamiliar. Closest to knowing was Choi Yeona. Her spatial warp seemed manifestation-type.
"Next, enhancement-types: step right."
Jeong Sua's name came up. She casually moved right. Center line emptied. One girl and five boys including me.
"Special-type: Jo Hyeji. One."
Last name called. Jo Hyeji grinned sheepishly, scratching her eye corner. Wondered what power made her special-type.
"My superpower's 'Healing.' Recovers wounds. Too vague for manifestation systems, so they slotted me in special."
I was staring, and she picked up on it, rambling. Healing power, activation separate from manifestation.
Didn't get it, but committed to memory.
"Put on the distributed interface bands."
A cute robot rolled up behind Lim Sarang—pop pop pop. Big metal box it carried brimmed with plain rubber bracelets.
Girls grabbed them in order, slipping on wrists casually. Bands glowed. Weird characters flickered up then vanished.
"What the…"
"Registers names, then one by one for measurement. No.1, Kang Minjeong—step up."
Unknown girl stepped forward. Manifestation-type.
Please be careful when using superpowers.
Always check if a Captain is nearby.
Kang Minjeong tried using her power, and warnings popped up in midair. Wild. How'd that work? Superpower tech applied to engineering? I clapped instinctively.
Commencing Limit Measurement Evaluation
No. 1, Kang Minjeong
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Targets appeared. Kang Minjeong unleashed her power at the airborne target. A gust of wind howled.
The limit measurement had begun.