Chapter 23

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 23

Chapter Title: Anonymous

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"Teacher, give me a little more. This is too little."

A female student whined, showing the contents of her paper cup and making a pitiful face as if asking if this would really do. Lim Sarang shook her head at the girl.

"I gave everyone the same amount. No, go on back."

"Hiiing."

Behind the girl, there were still five more students waiting. The female students waited for their semen rations with weary faces. They were all exhausted from semen depletion.

I finished my third ejaculation. As the number increased, the semen got thinner and the volume decreased. Compared to the first one, that is—my dick was still raring to go.

"I'll clean it up for you."

Jeong Sua pulled out a handkerchief and fiddled with my dick. She meticulously wiped every corner of my cock, which was smeared with her saliva. I picked off the curly pubic hair stuck to the corner of her mouth.

"Phew. That was a good handjob."

It was a shame I couldn't have sex, but there was nothing to be done about it. For now, it was tricky to mess with the crew members. Something about having to pop their cherries at the crew formation ceremony at the end of March—

Yoo Gayoung had insisted so strongly that I had no choice.

"Hurry up and drink it to recharge. Lunchtime's almost over."

Lim Sarang urged the girls along. They'd used up quite a bit of time distributing the semen, so break time had shortened. There wasn't much left before afternoon classes started.

They'd have to scarf down lunch and regroup.

"Lee Hyunwoo."

Lim Sarang called me over. She herded out all the girls except Jeong Sua like she was shooing them away, then approached me. I stuffed my sticky dick roughly into my panties and pulled up my pants.

Until my dick vanished from sight, Lim Sarang eyed it greedily. More blatant than touching it with her hands. She stared like she'd reached the realm of savoring it with her eyes alone. Stickier than the female students.

"You don't have to come to afternoon classes."

"...Why?"

"Captains who volunteer for semen donation can get attendance excused under teacher authority. You shot three loads, right?"

Lim Sarang pulled three sheets of paper from her pocket and handed them to me. About the size of business cards, they had her signature and "3 hours" boldly written on them.

"Total of nine hours. Think of these like official certificates—and the actual usage instructions are in the Hero Manual app, right? Korean Hero Academy's official one?"

"Yes."

"You just got issued coupons for nine hours of excused absence. Wanna check?"

I turned on my smartphone and checked my ID. Three coupons had been issued under "Semen Donation Volunteer Reward."

"One sheet for three hours. One lets you skip a whole morning or afternoon. I'll excuse you for this afternoon on my discretion."

"So I can just head back to the dorm?"

"Yeah. Go rest."

Whether as a teacher or a woman, it was nice of her to think of me. But I had no intention of going back early. I didn't want to.

I enjoyed attending ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠classes. It was insanely fun.

I spaced out ogling the girls' bodies, stepped up when they asked for help by dropping my pants, and just because it pleasured me, I got thanks and gratitude.

How rewarding was that?

In the original world, there were guys who got top scores like it was nothing. They always said in interviews that studying was fun—I got what they meant.

"It was a fight I couldn't win."

Those who try hard can't beat those who enjoy it. I was feeling that truth down to my bones.

"...What if something important happens in afternoon class? I'll fall behind."

As a captain candidate, I followed the fixed schedule. No chance to pick classes. But the girls were different.

The superpowers of hero candidates were incredibly diverse. Usage varied wildly, so naturally, each excelled in different fields. Teaching everyone the same thing was stupid and inefficient.

First semester had lots of basic common subjects handled by homeroom teachers, but from second semester, girls could choose their classes.

Skip class, and you'd fall behind. As someone aiming for world's top captain, I had to give my all. If I couldn't be number one at Korean Hero Academy, world number one was impossible.

"...Afternoon's just regular theory. Other classes did limit measurements too, so no intense physical stuff possible."

"Regular theory...?"

"Nothing that'll affect exams if you miss it."

"Then I'll head back."

Not because of exam scope. I wanted good grades, but no drive to work hard. Other guys who wanted to quit captain track would set the floor low anyway.

No reason to go all out.

The reason I chose to skip afternoon class was that it wasn't worth pulling out my dick for. Regular theory bored me.

"You can eat lunch and go, or go and eat lunch there. Whatever's convenient."

Lim Sarang told me what I needed to know and left. She had to eat and prep for afternoon class too. No time to linger.

A2 Field was left with just me and Jeong Sua.

"Sua."

"Yeah."

"Pay attention in class. I heard your notes suck—you gotta study."

"......"

Jeong Sua slumped her shoulders. She looked up at me with a pitiful pout, like I'd said something wrong.

"...No time. Taking care of Mom..."

"Ah."

She'd been earning hospital bills and nursing her comatose mom. No time to study. Probably no personal time at all.

"Sorry... I misspoke."

"...It's fine. Hyunwoo'll help make Mom better, right?"

"......"

I planned to help, but their side was too blatant, making me reluctant to play nice. As I didn't answer, Jeong Sua started panicking.

"Hyunwoo? You promised to save Mom."

"I'm not a doctor. Can't guarantee it."

"They said just need semen. It's expensive to get enough quality stuff, so no treatment yet. Regular semen won't cut it either..."

Jeong Sua casually demanded semen like it was no big deal. She sent pleading eyes my way and hugged me tight. A cute girl begging for cum naturally got me hard.

"Fine. But—in exchange—"

Setting one condition didn't seem bad.

"Midterms. Notes grade... top 100. Two digits. Deal?"

I didn't know how smart she was. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Guessed top 100 since I didn't know her scores. Up to her if possible.

"...T-top ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠100...?"

"Yeah. Too hard?"

"...A bit. Don't think I can—"

I thought it over. The Academy gathered Korea's top girls. Superpowers, athletics, brains—all leagues above peers.

My condition was reckless.

"Absolute 80 then. Cool?"

"...50."

Jeong Sua slashed the goal. Her flushed face lacked confidence. Meant she knew it was embarrassing.

"Her counteroffer is surely below what she can achieve."

That was haggling. Calling higher or lower than desired to meet in middle. 50 and 80—settle between.

"65."

"Ah—!"

"?"

Jeong Sua let out a sigh. Not relief from tense negotiation success, but dismay mixing regret and pity.

Like even 65 was too high—

"Nah, no way."

I dismissed the possibility.

65 was generous already. Planned as punishment for this brat eyeing only my dick and cum. Lowered it plenty since her begging face was cute.

Couldn't go lower.

"No time now. Go eat and get to class."

"...6—60. 60 okay?"

"No."

"Pleeease. Just once."

She wheedled with aegyo. Surprisingly sharp, Jeong Sua had caught on. Knew my weakness and wielded it. Unbelievable.

My resolve hardened like steel.

"No more mercy. Go eat."

"Hyunwooo..."

I pushed away the whining Jeong Sua. Turned my back firmly to end it. Voice paused. Was she really upset? Peeked back worried.

"Ah."

Jeong Sua looked fine. Pouted sadly that it didn't work.

Then froze stiff. Like bumping into sis walking in mid-wank at home. Awkward stare.

I pretended not to notice and kept walking. Headed straight to dorm.

Jeong Sua didn't chase. Seemed to let go of shameful moment, hoping I'd overlook.

"Surprisingly cunning."

Her tricks were funny. Cute, so just amusing. Not money, just cum—couldn't hate it.

With that, I hurried. Legal break time—didn't wanna waste it dawdling.

Boarded bus. One ran near A2 Field. Free for Academy students, FYI.

Bus had others too. Hero Island wasn't just Academy. Staff, families, city for them.

Academy students went out too.

10 minutes to dorm. Calculated distance. Killed time on Future Heroes Forum—Mimo—anonymous board.

Just watching was entertaining enough. Raw chatter leaning on anonymity brought a quiet chuckle. Then a thought hit.

"They'd probably let me jerk off openly in class. Here too?"

Posts could attach photos too.

"Let's try."

Glanced around bus sneaky-like, dropped pants, pulled out dick. Not hard, so hard to ID. Back seat made it doable.

Honestly, might get caught. But doubted direct callout.

Snapped pic, cropped decently. Erased bus clue, posted to anonymous ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠board. Couldn't stifle the laughter bubbling out. Cackling made phone vibrate wildly. Replies pouring in on my post.

Dorm arrived while reading replies. Rolled around room killing time. Until Yoo Gayoung showed up.