Chapter 30
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 30
Chapter Title: 2nd Year Chief
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“Suck it, you bitches.”
Words you can't say to someone's face shouldn't be said behind their back either. Pussies and assholes are both good holes you can fuck, but front talk and back talk are worlds apart. Back talk is seriously fucked up.
I turned my body. My dick swung vigorously too. Everyone gulped as they watched my junk dangling. But no girl stepped up first.
Now that I'd given them the chance to actually suck it, they were hesitating.
“Can I suck it, Hyunwoo?”
Jeong Sua stood up from her seat with a dumb look on her face. Her eyes held a subtle glint of anticipation. It was ridiculous. Did she not get the vibe of the situation?
“Suck it.”
“Thanks.”
She rushed over before I could change my mind and knelt right in front of my dick. Thanks to a few prior sessions, she settled in smoothly and took me into her mouth.
Slurp, slurp, slurrrp—.
The sound of her sucking my dick echoed through Class A's classroom. The boys turned their heads in embarrassment, while the girls shot envious, jealous glares.
Jeong Sua ignored all the attention and slurped away greedily. I gently stroked her head. She smiled with her eyes, clearly pleased by my touch.
While I was enjoying Jeong Sua's service, Lim Sarang returned. Wherever she'd rushed off to, her white shirt was soaked with sweat. It looked subtly erotic.
“Lee Hyunwoo.”
“Yes, Teacher.”
Lim Sarang stared at me with a stiff expression. Jeong Sua didn't stop sucking even in front of the teacher. In the brief silence that fell, the ice-cream-like slurping sounds felt awkward.
“I came back from a meeting about the flesh toilet punishment.”
Lim Sarang ignored Jeong Sua too. Maybe it was because she'd been a Hero in action. She seemed used to situations like this.
Whether tracking Villains or entering Gates, Captains had to be ready to strip anytime, anywhere. If it was for semen supply, they'd fuck right in the street—that's what Captains were.
Of course, their sex sessions were recorded and preserved forever. They circulated endlessly in the shadows, never to be deleted.
“About the flesh toilet punishment meeting—”
“The results are... this is the first time something like this has happened.”
Normally, the bottom ranks would be set in stone. The boys' subtle jockeying usually formed the bottom line around 7 or 8 points. But a variable had appeared.
Me—Lee Hyunwoo, guaranteed 100% top of the class.
“When assigning flesh toilet punishment, male students' physical specs aren't factored into the evaluation. It's a system meant to motivate the boys.”
“Makes sense. Hoo...”
I listened to Lim Sarang as I came in Jeong Sua's mouth. I grabbed her head and slowly pushed my dick in, unloading everything. The girls' eyes locked onto my trembling lower body.
“If there's only one last place, do we pick four out of the remaining 49? How? So we reached a conclusion in the meeting.”
“What conclusion...?”
“Just you get the flesh toilet punishment.”
“Fuck off.”
I tapped Jeong Sua's head. Understanding, she spat out my limp dick. I roughly pulled up my pants and underwear. They were a slobbery mess, but I didn't hesitate.
“What if I say no?”
“...Legally, there'd be—”
“Korean law? Then starting today, I'm Japanese.”
“...What?”
I'd seen plenty of countries naturalizing talented athletes as citizens. They got special treatment, changed nationalities, and brought glory to their new homeland.
In a world like this, why couldn't I?
“I'll naturalize in Japan and become a Captain there. Isn't it 'Sensei' or something?”
“Captain's become a global proper noun now...”
A mutter came from behind. Black Snow—whatever her name was—corrected my mistake. Captain was Captain, whether Korea, China, or Japan.
“Thanks.”
I thanked her and turned to Lim Sarang.
“Anyway, I'm not doing flesh toilet duty. Why the hell should I stick my dick in those ugly bitches' pussies?”
“...Stress relief and motivation for top female students...”
Even as she said it, Lim Sarang seemed incredulous and snapped in frustration.
“Exactly! Why didn't you study properly? You idiot!”
“I didn't feel like studying.”
“No... To avoid this, you should've studied... Those problems weren't even that hard, and you skipped them...”
Lim Sarang sighed repeatedly, scratching her head. She seemed frustrated and annoyed by the situation too. She'd even slipped me the test questions to avoid flesh toilet duty. I could understand to some extent.
“So you're saying I should be the sole flesh toilet? Who decided that?”
“Most of the Academy teachers—”
“Call me Nakamura Kyo-suke from now on.”
“...Kyo-suke-kun.”
Another mutter from behind. I burst out laughing at the absurdity. I'd tried thinking nicely of her since we're not close, but this girl might just be nuts.
'This can't go on.'
The boys would study their asses off from now on. With my top spot locked due to physical spec differences, no more need for their subtle games. They'd just do their best to avoid flesh toilet duty.
That put me at a disadvantage. Time to shake up the board.
“Teacher, who's the boss at the Academy?”
“...The Chairwoman.”
The Academy had a President and a Chairwoman. The President handled overall operations, while the Chairwoman supported and coordinated. If anything, the Chairwoman held more power.
I didn't know her Hero skills, but she had wealth. In this world, money was still the ultimate weapon.
“I'll go sort it out with the Chairwoman myself. Wait here.”
“You're going to see the Chairwoman? No...!”
“Why not? I need to talk to the Academy and tweak the flesh toilet punishment a bit.”
I agreed Captain candidates needed a whip. But that whip shouldn't become carrots for the girls.
Ugly bitches needed stabbing with a knife, not dicks. Even if they were top students.
“Teacher, show me the way. Where's the Chairwoman's office?”
“...Everyone, self-study.”
Lim Sarang scowled deeply. It wasn't aimed at me. I could feel her determination to stop me somehow. Why try to block me?
“The Chairwoman—”
“Why the Chairwoman? You planning to become a Villain or something?”
“Not that, but...”
Lim Sarang took the lead and walked. She didn't stop guiding me. She knew she had no choice. Arguing with the President or Chairwoman was out—only I could push back directly.
The Chairwoman's office wasn't far. It was next to the staff room on the second floor of the main building. A plain door with a simple nameplate. Was she flaunting her modesty?
I flung the door open wide.
“Lee Hyunwoo—!”
“Chairwoman.”
Lim Sarang tried to stop me urgently, but too late. I'd already stepped inside. The Chairwoman sat at her desk reviewing work. Signing documents—
[Semen Inspection Procedure Report]
Subject: Lee Hyunwoo
It was a detailed report on me. When the hell did they compile and submit this? The lightning-fast processing raised questions.
“Student Hyunwoo. What is it?”
The Chairwoman looked younger than expected. Without the title, you could call her big sis. Her pink hair bounced youthfully despite her age, but I wouldn't judge tastes. Could be superpowers.
“My name isn't Hyunwoo. It's Nakamura Kyo-suke.”
“...What—”
The Chairwoman's eyes flicked to Lim Sarang, demanding an explanation. Lim Sarang stammered, unable to respond.
She was always confident with students. But cowed before the Chairwoman.
“Chairwoman, straight to the point. Flesh toilet duty—just me?”
“Not flesh toilet—semen inspection. Normally five per year, but with 1st years, only you at the bottom. Can't pick others, so you have to take responsibility.”
“I said I'm not Lee Hyunwoo. Call me Nakamura.”
The Chairwoman glared at Lim Sarang again. Finally, she spoke.
“...He says he'll naturalize in Japan if we don't change the flesh toilet punishment.”
“Naturalize in Japan? Why?”
“......”
Lim Sarang passed the floor to me. I had to explain the reason myself.
“The flesh toilet punishment itself is fine.”
“It's for the bottom 10%. Your opinion doesn't matter, Hyunwoo.”
“Change the flesh toilet punishment.”
“Semen inspection can't be delayed or passed because you don't want to. You gonna dump the punishment you earned onto other boys?”
“...I'm not asking to swap people.”
Flesh toilet duty itself was welcome. Free sex—who'd refuse? The annoyance was having to get hard with those bitches on top.
“I'll pick my partners, Chairwoman.”
“Standard semen inspection uses random partners—”
“Nakamura Kyo-suke. For real.”
Think I can't? In this unstable world, stable semen supply was a top priority. That's why they researched Dick Water nonstop. Creating semen-like substances without emasculating men—humanity's ultimate goal.
Thus, men who could cum freely were precious talents. Men were 30% of the population, but those who enjoyed ejaculating were rare. A tiny minority.
'Japan, America—show intent to naturalize, and they'll welcome me.'
I believed it. The weapon was mine. Dick attached to me, excitement from my balls. The women kneeling before me, the pussies and asses to thrust into—I decided.
“Keep the uglies away. Otherwise, Nakamura Kyo-suke—or James. Name change imminent. Got it?”
“...What do you want? Hate semen inspection? It's mandatory—”
“I want flesh toilet duty!”
“...Then...”
The Chairwoman's face twisted oddly. Like she'd spotted a lunatic.
“Change the semen inspection system. Make it girls apply, boys receive.”
“It's already similar.”
“Tying boys down for pigs to fuck is similar? What if mental trauma causes erectile dysfunction?”
“......”
I'd said my piece.
“Semen inspection starts today, right?”
“After school today until next week's quiz.”
“If a pig shows up before me during that, boom—I'm honorarily Japanese. You'll be the traitor leaking Korea's savior boy abroad.”
“That's...”
After venting, calm settled. I had time to scan the Chairwoman's face and figure. Shortish, but great curves on her tits and ass.
My dick approved.
“I wanna stay in Korea. Korea-born-and-raised son, proud Korean Lee Hyunwoo—why leave for abroad when money makes it paradise?”
“Lee Hyunwoo?”
Lim Sarang called from behind. Suddenly undoing my belt in the Chairwoman's office—fair to panic.
“My Crew swears Peach Garden Oaths. You and me too, Chairwoman. Promise with semen instead of blood.”
“Sarang, take Hyunwoo outside. I'll handle the semen inspection. Go relieve his urges and back to class.”
The Chairwoman shooed us out curtly. I switched targets on the spot.
“If not Chairwoman, then Teacher.”
“...Wanna swing by the nap room first?”
“Sounds good, Teacher.”
Lim Sarang's eyes flickered with greed.