Chapter 37
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 37
Chapter Title: Stamina Measurement
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I spent the weekend leisurely. The flesh toilet punishment wasn't half bad, but I squeezed in some minimal studying too. I drifted through the vast ocean of information on the internet, riding the Nerutube raft.
That was more than enough to figure out this world.
'The answers I couldn't hear back then... they're all right here.'
I'd asked Lim Sarang what happens when a Hero gets pregnant with a boy.
Amplification is exactly what it sounds like: a boost to superpowers. It happens when the mother absorbs the Espos factor from her male fetus, enhancing her abilities. That's amplification.
It's even cited as one reason why boys don't develop powers. The presence of a womb is crucial, of course—but there's an even more fundamental cause. From the placenta onward, the mother absorbs every last bit of the Espos factor, preventing the child from ever awakening powers.
It was one of the academia's famous hypotheses.
And the second thing: miscarriage. Male fetuses have a fifty percent chance of dying in the womb. They never see the light of day...
Countless theories have poured in about this too. Geniuses from every nation have racked their brains trying to explain the phenomenon. No solid answer has emerged, though...
'My head hurts.'
I got the gist of it, but I couldn't fully wrap my mind around the details. You haven't truly understood something until you can explain it to someone else—and if somebody asked me to, I couldn't.
Still, I picked up a bunch of useful info. Even in a world that feeds and houses you just for getting hard, you need at least the basics...
And just like that, the weekend was over. The Academy didn't waste any time raising top Heroes. The moment Monday rolled around, they jumped into individual evaluations and scored everyone.
The girls racked up points as expected. Their head start was paying off big time. The Academy's curriculum couldn't keep up with their level yet. Things would sort themselves out in about a month, they said.
Jeong Sua, of course, was floundering. She got half right, but that still left her way behind. Like captain, like Hero.
"Wow, these kids are ruthless."
The suffocating pressure of flesh toilet punishment bore down. The boys were fighting tooth and nail to dodge the semen inspection. I aced the pop quiz this time too, but...
How long could we hold out?
Afternoon brought physical conditioning—or as they called it, basic stamina measurement. An odd subject for Heroes who bent physics with their powers.
It was made for Captains.
A lot had changed over the weekend. Even in Class A, guys and girls were starting to form groups. Girls were making their moves, and boys were accepting them into their crews.
Prepping for the team exams ahead.
"Taehyung! You got this!"
"Just don't come last!"
"Golden Sun! Crush 'em! Take 'em all down!"
The girls' cheers rained down. It wasn't a competition or a festival—just individual stamina tests. But the energy rivaled the Olympics.
The instant their Captain ranked bottom, they'd be shipped off as flesh toilets. The girls were desperate. Plenty would run in their place if they could.
"...Feeling lonely...?"
Interest in me had faded a ton. Compared to the early days, it was practically nonexistent. I'd stirred up too much trouble, and the girls had soured on me.
More precisely, they'd ditched the hopeless sour grapes...
I glanced at Jeong Sua. She met my eyes, then awkwardly scratched her head and looked away. Shouting cheers like the others must've felt too embarrassing.
My crew in Class A was just her, after all...
'Can't blame her.'
I couldn't completely hide my disappointment.
"Everyone, give it your all. No slacking."
"Yes, ma'am!"
Lim Sarang pumped them up before the stamina tests began.
The boys got fired up. They'd all aced the pop quiz, so there were no losers there.
But stamina tests would force a ranking from first to fifth. And they had to compete against boys from other classes. All-out effort was the only option.
"Push-ups."
The Academy didn't have any fancy facilities. It was all bare-bones. Five guys hung from a single bar, holding position. This really drove home how pointless stamina tests were for Captains.
Just a way to pick a loser...
The girls crowded around. They fawned over their chosen Captains—not quite bootlicking, but close. Farting sweet nothings...
A pussy fart during sex would be more appealing.
"Hyunwoo, you got this."
Jeong Sua whispered after checking her surroundings. Everyone else was cheering; she probably felt weird just standing there. Her half-hearted, peer-pressured pep talk killed my motivation.
"Might as well flash your tits. Need blood flowing to my dick for max power."
"......"
Jeong Sua stripped off her gym top. A black sports bra hugged her massive breasts tight.
"Fuck, I'm pumped."
"Don't lose it."
I hammered out push-ups with gusto. My muscles felt loose. Nothing dopes you like girl tits. Should I suck harder...
"Closer."
"Like this?"
Jeong Sua squatted right in front of the bar. Her huge tits jiggled. Blood rushed south. My dick sprang up. Natural doping.
"More. Down till they touch."
"...This good?"
"Perfect. Hoo."
Other Captains had distance from their Heroes. Not us. Our alliance ran deep—even to her mom. We'd basically done the formal meet-and-greet already. Tighter than anyone...
"Lee Hyunwoo, you really doing it like that?"
"I'm dying to start right now, teach. When do we begin?"
Her pale tits glowed right in my face. I swallowed without thinking. Did girls feel this way staring at my dick? My empathy shot up.
"......"
Lim Sarang put the whistle to her lips. The teacher and all the girls stifled laughs as they watched us. More interesting than their own Captains, apparently.
Most had envy written on their faces. From a Hero's view, no guy was better than one who craved your body and chased it hard...
"Ready."
Lim Sarang blew the whistle hard. It pierced the air, and the boys started pumping. I dropped fast. My face plunged into Jeong Sua's cleavage.
"H-Hyunwoo?"
"...Fucked."
Jeong Sua called out in a panic. I snapped out of it and pushed up.
"Antlion pit or what?"
Going down made coming up impossible. Like stepping from gunfire into dead silence—all senses locked on her tits. One down... could I even manage two? Doubt crept in.
"No plans to quit flesh toilet duty, right?"
"Nope?"
I gave push-ups my all.
"Lee Juhyun: 78. Kim Taehyung: 32. Kim Taeyang: 121. Lee Jun: 54. Lee Hyunwoo: 3."
Lim Sarang read off everyone's scores. I had fewer than that pig who looked over 100kg. What the hell?
"It's a conspiracy, teach. No way I only did three."
"Next: sit-ups."
"Quaint old-school stuff."
Lim Sarang ignored me and moved on. Mats laid out side by side. Twenty-five girls, five boys—five perfect pairs. The girls' subtle jockeying began.
"Jeong Sua, this is all your fault."
"...What'd I even do—"
"This time, for real."
I claimed a mat and lay back. Jeong Sua naturally took partner spot. She crushed my feet under her insteps, locking my legs and arms below the knees. Sit-up ready.
'Why stick to this crappy method...'
Probably to close the gap between boys and girls. The Academy clung to outdated tests. Thanks to that, Captains and Hero candidates got up close and personal.
"Ready. Go."
Sit-ups. Motivation tanked right away. Felt like testing after hitting elite warrior in your last army stint. Mindless. What was the point?
"Sua, can I grope your tits?"
"What about sit-ups?"
"Flesh toilet anyway."
I stayed up, kneading her tits till the two-minute timer ran out.
Why do guys obsess over these tits? Just squishy fat lumps, right? Couldn't explain it, but boobs and nipples had demonic pull. Now I got it.
Irresistible as drugs...
"Lee Hyunwoo, what the hell are you doing?"
"I forfeit."
"Why? No escape plans from flesh toilet?"
"...If I bail, the other guys suffer. I'm sacrificing for the greater good. Captain's duty."
"Ahh...!"
I answered Lim Sarang while unhooking Sua's bra and pinching her nipple. She let out a lewd moan. Lim Sarang just shook her head, unable to respond.
Her cheeks flushed pink.
"S-Stop that!"
Two minutes up. Scores again.
"Kim Taehyung: 17. Kim Taeyang: 110. Lee Jun: 77. Lee Juhyun: 80. Lee Hyunwoo: 1."
Unequaled dominance.
Stamina tests dragged on. Long jump, flexibility, pull-ups...
Last event: the run. 5km.
A true battle with yourself. Tension built. Staring at the wide track, my heart pounded.
The girls prepped to run too. Final event, final shot to save their Captain. They ditched gym clothes for skimpy outfits.
Shorts so tiny they might as well be panties, tank tops—my dick went rock hard.
"...Damn, sabotaging us like this."
Head was spinning. How run with that view?
"Ready."
Lim Sarang didn't stop the girls' fashion show. Let it slide like it was normal. I glared at the boys. No bulging crotches—they looked fine.
"Go!"
Boys and girls took off together around the track. Ten laps total. Lost all will to run.
I called out to Jeong Sua as the others pulled away.
"Sua, let's just stroll."
"...Piggyback?"
"You're useless without your sword anyway. Nah."