Chapter 40
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 40
Chapter Title: 1-on-1 Sparring
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I woke up early in the morning. A life without being late. It was tiring and exhausting, but I'd decided to stick with it. Yoo Gayoung and Jeong Sua kept trying to wake me up, so I couldn't sleep in anyway.
"If it's hard to wake up on your own, how about we live together?"
"What?"
On the way to school, Yoo Gayoung made a surprise proposal. The penthouse was so huge that living alone felt lonely—why not live together? That's what she asked.
"Men and women shouldn't share a room past the age of seven! No way!"
Co living together? Out of the question. But I was a captain who cared for his heroes. If Yoo Gayoung desperately wanted it, I wouldn't mind granting her wish.
"...But if you show me just how desperately you want it—enough to surprise even this captain—then maybe I'd consider it?"
"Heh."
Yoo Gayoung barely stifled a burst of laughter. She straightened her expression, gazing at me with pitiful, dejected eyes brimming with longing.
"I want it. Hyunwoo, can't we live together?"
"Hmm..."
"They say outstanding captains and their heroes live together from the moment their crew is formed."
"Staying together all day would make mental synchronization even more active. Scientifically sound."
Yoo Gayoung seemed to really want to live together. The desperation shone in her unwavering gaze. For a girl to bare her soul like this.
Who knew what this world might come to.
"Alright. Let's live together starting today."
"Yay, thank you!"
The penthouse was ridiculously spacious. Even if I rented out rooms, there'd still be plenty left over. I could probably house an entire soccer team with room to spare. That was the level of support given to the top rank.
The living support fund and dignity allowance were no joke either. For someone with the mental age of a mere college student like me, it was more money than I could even spend.
After sealing the deal on cohabitation with Yoo Gayoung, I headed to Class A. Tension hung thick in the air inside the classroom. Everyone was on edge because of the one-on-one sparring matches scheduled for today.
"Taeyang, just once... please, just one shot?"
"No way, why should I?"
A few girls were clinging to Kim Taeyang. He recoiled in disgust at their requests for semen. It was such an incongruous sight that I stuck out my tongue. The guy who looked like he'd never turn down any pussy was acting like this—gave me chills all over.
I could understand the girls getting clingy. When skill levels were similar, a captain's semen made all the difference.
Fighting after Dick Water versus fighting after real semen? Even by raw numbers, the gap was over fivefold. Vaginal creampie was a 10, oral was 5, Dick Water barely a 1. With grades on the line, desperation was inevitable.
They wooed the boys however they could to get a load of semen. Grabbing shirt hems and pleading. Not that they were going that far, but still.
With everyone bloodshot-eyed over semen, I slowly approached Heuk Seolha. Partly because her seat was right in front of mine anyway—but mainly to keep my promise of hypnosis through fantasy.
Heuk Seolha subtly turned her head. She'd been aware of me since I walked in, but pretended otherwise by whistling innocently. Ridiculous.
'This girl...'
Class A was focused on me, not Heuk Seolha. Maybe because of all the eyes on her, she trembled. It was distracting me too.
I said nothing. Watching her stiffen awkwardly, I realized speaking here would only backfire. I needed an action that clearly proclaimed it publicly.
I unbuckled my belt again. In this world, pulling out your dick was the most effective way to communicate. Girls, boys—anyone human couldn't help but look. It was highly effective.
"No way."
"She's joining Lee Hyunwoo's crew? Why?"
"Whoa, what's the reason?"
Whispers erupted from behind. Heuk Seolha straightened her back and shrugged her shoulders smugly. Her triumphant expression in front of the other girls was so pathetic, it left me dumbfounded.
"Seolha, you need to prepare for your one-on-one sparring."
"U-Uh, yeah...!"
Sparring prep—the maximum support a captain could offer. To girls begging for semen, this was a jaw-dropping performance.
Unless you were really close, you couldn't even touch a captain's dick. If he jerked off one load for you to eat, you'd thank him profusely and lick his feet.
That was how girls scraped by. A boy's cock was something that set their blood boiling. Heuk Seolha instantly became the target of envy and jealousy.
"Heh."
Heuk Seolha forced down the smile blooming on her lips. She barely held back her goofy grin and looked up at me. Still uncertain.
Whether she should suck it or not.
I shoved my dick right up to her face. I rubbed the odorless shaft against her cheek. Understanding the permission, she grasped it with her small hand.
The glans peeked out beyond her fingers.
The pleading voices from the boys vanished. The classroom fell deathly silent, filled only with the sound of dick-sucking. The stares pouring in from all sides made me feel premature, the urge to cum surging.
I couldn't hold back.
"Gonna cum...!"
I wouldn't mess up like yesterday. I stuffed the glans into Heuk Seolha's mouth and unleashed my load. My dick throbbed, spitting out thick ropes of semen.
Heuk Seolha puffed out her cheeks, catching it all in her mouth. The girls' gazes fixed on her. Every time her throat bobbed, the other girls swallowed in unison.
My nape prickled.
Jeong Sua had snuck up and was staring me down. I could read the jealousy in her eyes. She glared at Heuk Seolha, a hint of annoyance mixed in.
'Until Heuk Seolha showed up, she'd basically monopolized my dick in Class A...'
Crews normally shared a captain's dick. If one girl hogged him, the captain went to heaven—forced to quit and graduate early.
Knowing that, Jeong Sua couldn't say a word to Heuk Seolha.
"...Gimme some too."
In the end, all she could do was whine like a brat.
"...I need to prep for my one-on-one sparring too."
"Yeah?"
I'd clearly given her a load yesterday. I'd seen her share it amicably with Yoo Gayoung.
'...She wasn't like this with Yoo Gayoung. What's up?'
Thinking about it, something felt off. She'd kept a proper distance with Yoo Gayoung, but she was prickly toward Heuk Seolha.
Peach Garden Oath effect? There was a noticeable difference in how she treated Yoo Gayoung and Heuk Seolha. Clear enough for me to see, so it was blatant.
I pulled my dick from Heuk Seolha's mouth. Thin saliva dribbled from her lips. She'd sucked it so skillfully that sticky drool now dripped from my shaft.
I offered the glistening dick to Jeong Sua. Ignoring Heuk Seolha's saliva, she took it into her mouth.
Slurp, slurp—.
She licked it like she meant to devour every trace of Heuk Seolha's spit. More aggressively than a cleanup blowjob. I perched on the desk, enjoying Jeong Sua's service.
"What's with you? Ngh, that's kinda rough...?"
It was Heuk Seolha's fault. The only reason Jeong Sua was acting out. What was the difference between Yoo Gayoung and Heuk Seolha? For starters, Heuk Seolha had bigger tits—
'Ah.'
Jeong Sua and Heuk Seolha. Heuk Seolha and Yoo Gayoung.
"You're such a material girl."
I muttered while stroking Jeong Sua's head. She flinched inwardly and mumbled urgently around my dick. Her teeth grazed me.
"Ow, that hurts. Spit it out and talk."
"...No. I'm not materialistic."
"Denying it so fiercely."
"...Mom's hospital bills, what could I do?"
She suddenly brought up Jeong Hee-ra. Making me the asshole.
'I get the vibe now.'
Why Jeong Sua bowed to Yoo Gayoung. Why they got along decently. Yoo Sung Group heiress, chaebol third-gen.
Even if abandoned, to outsiders, she was still Yoo Sung Group's granddaughter. You couldn't just dismiss that status.
'Though some do...'
From Jeong Sua's position—experiencing my dick and stamina up close—she had to tread carefully. Yoo Gayoung might truly rise from obscurity in glory.
Compared to that, Heuk Seolha was... someone you couldn't help but look down on. Jeong Sua thinking I'd "lost" my dick to her wouldn't be strange.
Of course, my dick was mine. Their pussies were mine too. Time to clarify ownership.
'Gotta enforce the Peach Garden Oath hard.'
Kissing the dick wasn't enough. I needed blatant submission. A formation to clearly imprint alpha and beta roles.
"Gonna cum, Sua."
I gave Jeong Sua an extra load too. Just then, the front door opened, and Lim Sarang entered. She stood at the podium with a haggard face.
"We'll be doing one-on-one sparring with Class C."
"Class C...?"
Rang a bell.
"Everyone to C4 Field. Assemble in 30 minutes."
Lim Sarang tossed out her instructions curtly and left. The classroom erupted the moment she was gone. The sparring was right around the corner, ramping up the urgency.
"Taeyang! Please! We have to beat Class C, right?"
"I'll be good from now on. Juna, help me out."
"Ah—. This is bad."
The girls hadn't even thought about changing. They didn't know which Class C girl they'd face. Full prep was essential—and that meant ingesting captain semen—
The boys refused the girls' pleas. But their faces twisted in pity. The situation weighed on them.
If it were internal Class A sparring, the boys could've been firmer. Excluding Jeong Sua and Heuk Seolha, it would've been fair since no one got any.
But Class A was sparring Class C. Not infighting—against Class C. Meaning Class A's boys could cause a loss due to the numbers mismatch.
Responsibility and duty. Heavier words than expected. In reality, fewer than 30% of graduated Academy boys quit as captains.
They couldn't easily abandon what they felt they had to do.
The boys had grown close to some girls over the week too. They couldn't bring themselves to swat away their reaching hands. Led by Kim Taeyang, the boys reluctantly accepted the semen requests.
"Fine."
The boys steeled themselves. They couldn't lose to another class, mustering courage. The girls licked their lips and lined up. Crews were half-decided already.
"This is fun."
I changed clothes while spectating the handjobs. Each boy handed his dick to his closest girl.
Slurp, slurp, slurrrp.
The sucking sounds echoed loudly. My dick got hard too.
"......"
My eyes met Jeong Sua's and Heuk Seolha's. Both were eyeing my crotch.
"Quick Peach Garden Oath—let's do it."
They both wanted to get along.
I pressed their lips together. Almost a kiss. Heuk Seolha blushed, Jeong Sua grimaced.
I thrust my dick between them. Their faces overlapped, lips enveloping my shaft. Tongues extended, making the sensation even lewder.
"Seolha, gonna cum—so eat it together."
If I came in Jeong Sua's mouth, she might hog it. I shot into Heuk Seolha's to make them share.
She nodded and took the glans.
Spurt, spurt—!
Jeong Sua shot me a dissatisfied look. Questioning why not her. Even heroes had possessiveness and jealousy.
Good lesson learned.
Heuk Seolha held the semen in her mouth and turned to Jeong Sua. She parted her lips wide and approached slowly. Jeong Sua sighed deeply and kissed Heuk Seolha.
Tongues intertwined, saliva swapped, semen transferred. Jeong Sua sucked it from Heuk Seolha's mouth. Perfect harmony—worthy of applause.
I recorded it on video.
Class A was late by about five minutes due to the handjobs. Class C was already waiting at C4 Field.
I locked eyes with Yoo Gayoung.
Ah.
C Class felt familiar—it was Yoo Gayoung's class.
I flashed her a bright smile.