Chapter 33
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: Second-Year Top Student
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I was curious just how talented Dang Sarin, the second-year top student, really was. Having seen firsthand Jeong Sua's level as the first-year top, I wanted to know even more. And conveniently enough, she'd chosen me as her disciplinary partner—
Choosing her and taking a peek didn't seem like a bad idea at all.
'No captain, huh.'
Being the second-year top meant she'd been the first-year top the year before. After a brutal year of competition, that made her number one at the Academy, number one in Korea, with an overwhelmingly high level.
Such a girl having no captain? There had to be some unspeakable flaw. But flaws like that didn't matter to me.
'Photos don't lie.'
Back in the old world, photos were the crumbling remnants of trust. The odds of a girl's face matching her photo were abysmal. Hell, rolling dice with actual faces on them felt more reliable.
But not this world. Faking a photo here was practically fraud. Girls had to upload unfiltered pics to the homepage—no edits allowed.
Fail to do that, and you'd get branded as trying to deceive captains or packaging yourself falsely. Then the girls would beat the shit out of you. Bullying and ostracism were serious business here too.
I chose Dang Sarin. She'd show up at the discipline room on her own at 5 p.m.
The discipline room already had ten seniors in the same boat as me waiting ahead of time. I was the only first-year, making eleven flesh toilets total. They all looked miserable.
"First-years have it good."
One of the seniors muttered. I could easily guess why.
With one guy guaranteed 99% to be top rank, there was no need to play games to avoid disciplinary duty. It became a pure contest of skill.
These guys had tried dodging both first and last place, and ended up like this. Like a blind auction—everyone eyeing each other, bidding closest without overshooting. Fail, and your dick turns into a rag.
"At least that kid got the disciplinary rules changed."
"Yeah, true."
My revolution was already the talk of the town. Storming the chairman's office to change the flesh toilet rules myself. The girls cursed my name; us guys hailed me as a savior.
From facing a crowd until time was up, now it was just three of your choice. Not a bad deal for them either.
"Head to your rooms, everyone."
The discipline room supervisor was in charge today—my Class J homeroom teacher from first year.
The discipline room had fifteen rooms. Cramped spaces barely fitting a bed, where guys received their "guests." Second- and third-years settled in casually, like old pros.
I slipped into my room naturally too. Writing my name on the door sealed the room assignment. They'd come one by one once time hit.
The dim lighting ramped up the tension.
At 5 p.m., noise erupted outside. Girls buzzing with anticipation. Free sex was damn near entertainment for them.
If they had captains, maybe not. But when relations were formal and professional, this was how they vented urges. Hero candidates were horny students too.
—Line up in front of each room. Show the teacher you got chosen.
—Senior, did Hyunwoo pick you?
—Yeah. Didn't expect it. He chose me. Guess first-years are clueless.
I stripped for quick action. Even with Yoo Gayoung and Jeong Sua around, I hadn't gotten to thrust away. Sex with Lim Sarang got ruined by her fiery pussy. First real fuck since joining the Academy.
My balls were already swelling with anticipation.
Knock knock knock.
—Coming in.
An unfamiliar voice. Looked like Dang Sarin had priority by agreement. I waited with my half-hard dick out in the open.
The door cracked, letting in a glimpse outside. Jeong Sua and Yoo Gayoung playing rock-paper-scissors for order.
Dang Sarin entered calmly, shut the door, and stared right at me.
"You've arrived."
I welcomed her. Wanted to pin her down and rip her clothes off right then, but held back. Time to size her up properly.
Snow-white hair, so pale it looked dyed. Her skin wasn't just fair—it was deathly ashen.
Her breasts and hips were full and sturdy, screaming easy births and perfect for pregnancy. This is what a woman's body for. The thought hit me naturally.
In this world, to win male selection, femininity had to shine above all. Women had evolved to emphasize it.
Dang Sarin was no different. My dick was already drooling pre-cum, begging to sow seed.
"Hello, senior."
I shifted my hips, making space. She sat naturally beside me. Me buck-naked, her fully clothed—no awkwardness. Stripping was routine for her.
"Right, Hyunwoo? Hyunwoo it is."
She replied softly and sweetly. Other girls would've been eager, but Dang Sarin's face was blank, distant. No expectations?
Couldn't figure it out.
—Haang! Ang!
—Feels so good, aaang…!
Moans from next door. They'd jumped straight into it the second time hit.
Academy girls usually pounced like bitches in heat. Few guys around, plus semen efficiency—made sense.
"Shall we get started?"
I slipped off her jacket. She yielded without resistance but didn't push further. When I went for her shirt buttons, she grabbed my hand and shook her head.
"Might not work, so no need to go that far."
"Huh?"
"Sex. No telling if you can or not."
"……?"
What the hell?
"Can't you see my dick? It's raging—there's no way I can't fuck."
"Not what I meant. Know my superpower?"
"Looked it up earlier. A-rank, Blood of the Tang Clan. Poison user, right?"
She nodded.
Blood of the Tang Clan (A). Superpower names came from measurements via the Gamer Station, an upgraded interface band. Awoken once, then again for Academy hopefuls during entrance eval. Twice total.
"So what? How's that got anything to do with sex?"
"…No need for long explanations. You'll get it firsthand."
She shed her skirt, ripped the crotch of her stockings, shoved her panties aside. Her pale pussy glistened wet. Begging for insertion?
I placed a hand on her thigh, leaned in.
"Blood of the Tang Clan affects my whole body. Control's still shaky—still leak poison when I don't want to. Took all first year training to barely manage it…"
"……."
"But sex? Impossible. Immunity or whatever, guys just touching me hurts them. They gag and flee from basic skinship, let alone insertion. That's why no captain sticks around…"
"…So that's why the gloves?"
"Yeah…"
She'd only ditched the jacket. Face exposed, but body wrapped tight otherwise.
"How'd you top without a captain?"
Tops I'd seen wielded near-top-tier power. Like Jeong Sua.
"Born with it. Poison arts give heroes a bigger edge than you'd think. Poison's one nasty thing inside gates."
"Ah…"
"Studied hard, aced tests, and boom—top spot."
Said so casually, like it was nothing.
"That's why I applied to you. One reason."
She climbed onto the bed, lay back, spread her legs. Blank eyes stared at me. Middle finger rubbing her clit, wetting up for easy entry.
"Placing a bet. A guy who declared himself future best captain might be different."
"……."
Intimidating, but I kept cool. Thrust in; pull out if it flops. With that, I positioned at her pussy.
"Let's go in together for 40 minutes. Or say we finished quick and head back to dorms. Penthouse seeding sounds better anyway."
"…Sua, you're so smart. Impressive."
Rock-paper-scissors dragged on. Same crew, so why separate? Cunning plan hatched.
Aced the note test everyone else nailed? Half wrong. But brains kicked in now. Yoo Gayoung eyed Jeong Sua anew, stunned.
'Thought she was dumb.'
Studied like that for 4 points? Hard to spin positive. Even Buddha might smirk. Yoo Gayoung justified her laugh that way.
"Taking forever though. Thought Dang Sarin senior meant quick turn."
Yoo Gayoung had intel on every Academy student. Memorized to counter them. Knowledge was a weapon—even on people.
Dang Sarin. Daughter of Korean mom Dang Sohyun and Chinese dad Dang Gahu. Mom lusted for stronger poison arts, mixed in mainland blood.
Like Yoo Gayoung, but success story. Awakened Tang Clan Blood (A) safely; no one in Korea matched her poison.
'Skinship impossible though.'
She knew the dirt too. Dug deep from shared "half-assed top who can't fuck" vibes.
'No way.'
Lee Hyunwoo wasn't average. Sex maniac. Would beg to ass-fuck if pussy failed.
One reason to linger long in a room with him—
'No way…!'
20 minutes passed. Legal right to enter for next turn.
Yoo Gayoung flung the door open, rushed in.
Male musk hit thick. Recalled tasting his cum; her crotch soaked naturally.
"Da, Dang Sarin senior…!"
"Heeek, hek…! Sex, feels gooood…."
Dang Sarin sprawled frog-bellied, gasping ugly. Pussy leaked milky cum mixed with blood.
Lee Hyunwoo drained a water bottle, grinned at Yoo Gayoung.
"Caught a poison Pokémon. How's that—wiped out?"