Hero Academy (4-12)
Late at night.
The embassy was ablaze with bright lights even at this hour.
Despite bearing the name of a school, the reason it shone so brilliantly in the dead of night was because its purpose differed from any ordinary academy.
Hero Academy.
Even late into the night, the general training halls of the embassy remained open for cadets and instructors alike.
Normally, you’d expect to see cadets training inside or wandering the grounds at this time.
Normally...
“Looks like they really are worn out. No one’s practicing at night since there’s no overnight passes or outings.”
It was just approaching 11 p.m.
Unlike last year, when cadets burned the midnight oil training until dawn, this year’s night felt eerily quiet.
But a woman wearing sunglasses and a mask let out a sigh of relief at the sight.
“Good thing no one’s around...”
Yoon Ji-ah was doing her best to conceal her identity as she headed straight for...
‘Am I crazy? Me, going to the men’s dorm...’
The men’s instructor dormitory.
As Yoon Ji-ah walked, the dorm came into view, and she froze, hesitating.
‘Should I just apologize and back out now?’
No matter how much desire had drawn her here, the thought of walking into a man’s arms of her own volition filled her with self-loathing.
After a moment’s deliberation...
Yoon Ji-ah clutched her pounding heart and forced her feet forward.
‘It’s for Oppa... for Oppa, right?’
Just like that, the disgust blooming in her heart was swallowed and melted away by her longing for Seong Su-ho and her hypocrisy toward Go Choong-shin.
With her resolve steeled, Yoon Ji-ah approached the guard at the men’s instructor dorm entrance.
The guard tensed at the sight of her masked face but snapped to attention and saluted upon seeing her instructor ID.
“Identity confirmed. Do you know which room you’re visiting?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Understood. You’re clear to enter.”
The guard kept it brief and waved her through without fuss.
Once inside, Yoon Ji-ah scanned the interior with a racing heart, searching for Seong Su-ho’s room.
Entering a men’s dorm for the first time, curiosity got the better of her as she looked around.
‘Not much different.’
As her inner voice noted, it was no different from the women’s dorm.
Yet her eyes darted about as if exploring some mystical realm, her steps carrying her onward.
She rode the elevator up a floor, then walked the hallway in search of his room.
That’s when it happened.
A man was slowly approaching from down the hall.
‘C-Could it be another instructor!?’
Feeling like a criminal, Yoon Ji-ah pressed herself against the wall, hiding her face as best she could while slinking along.
She wanted to pass without making eye contact.
‘Please don’t be someone I know...’
Relief washed over Yoon Ji-ah with a sigh as the silhouette became clearer.
‘Phew... just a guard.’
It was a guard she saw daily at the women’s dorm.
She knew guards never breathed a word of what they saw outside.
Reassured, she passed him slowly, heading toward Seong Su-ho’s room on the far side.
But as the silhouette sharpened, something felt off.
‘Huh? Wait...’
The guard kept his head bowed, face hidden, but he looked eerily familiar.
And when Yoon Ji-ah was just five meters away, suspicion turned to certainty.
‘O-Oppa?!’
It was Go Choong-shin.
Different clothes, head down, a defeated slump to his posture—but unmistakable.
She’d dated him long enough to know.
‘Wh-What do I do! If he spots me... it’s over!’
Clutching her bursting heart, lips trembling, Yoon Ji-ah turned her head sharply to avoid his gaze.
Even with sunglasses and mask, Go Choong-shin might recognize his girlfriend.
But contrary to her fears, she passed him without incident.
‘Th-Thank goodness. He would’ve flipped if he saw me...’
That’s when it happened.
“Excuse me...”
“!?”
She’d been made.
Yoon Ji-ah froze like a statue, trembling at Go Choong-shin’s voice as he slowly approached from behind.
‘N-No... I’m done for.’
Eyes squeezed shut, bracing for the end, she heard his voice right behind her.
“Excuse me, this...”
“...?”
Curious, Yoon Ji-ah glanced back slightly.
Go Choong-shin stood with head bowed, eyes closed, extending both hands toward her with something.
It was the instructor ID she’d shown at the entrance—flipped backward.
He’d stretched it out at arm’s length, eyes shut tight.
“You dropped this.”
“...”
Yoon Ji-ah was certain.
‘He didn’t see me. He has no idea it’s me.’
The Go Choong-shin she knew wouldn’t let her presence here slide quietly.
Luckily, it had been face-down when he picked it up, and he’d closed his eyes to avoid looking.
As relief set in, Go Choong-shin spoke again, sensing something amiss.
“Excuse me, this...”
Snatch!
The moment his voice sounded, Yoon Ji-ah yanked the ID from his hand, bowed her head, and bolted toward Seong Su-ho’s room.
The polite Yoon Ji-ah was nowhere to be seen.
Filled only with the fear of being caught by Go Choong-shin, she hunched over and ran.
Go Choong-shin stared blankly at the woman who’d snatched the ID from his hand and fled.
“What the hell...”
Confirming she was gone, he muttered under his breath.
“Couldn’t even say thanks? Fuck...”
Seeing her actions as a slight, he scowled and spat quiet curses.
“There’s ignoring people, and then there’s that. But that woman...”
Mid-curse, a thought struck him as he watched her vanish into the distance.
But he shook his head, chiding himself.
“Am I losing it from work? Ji-ah couldn’t possibly be here. Sigh... hate this job.”
With that low mutter, he resumed his pointless guard duty.
“Huh? Go Min-hyuk was here?”
“Didn’t you call me knowing that?”
“No way...”
The moment Yoon Ji-ah entered my room, she spilled everything about the hallway encounter without hesitation.
She’d thought it was a setup to run into him and vented her grievance.
But I explained patiently, clearing up her misunderstanding.
“I knew he was stationed here, but not that he’d be guarding my floor.”
It was news to me too.
While shift assignments fell under my authority, I had no reason to micromanage details.
Yoon Ji-ah seemed to accept my words readily.
But regardless, she raised another issue.
“...So you knew he was working here?”
“...”
No rebuttal for that.
‘I never even considered running into him on the way.’
[Wasn’t this a deliberate plan to make her run into him?]
‘Not at all? I just wanted to sleep with Yoon Ji-ah.’
[...]
I’d mostly forgotten about Go Choong-shin after wringing him dry earlier.
As I mildly regretted the lack of planning, Yoon Ji-ah shot me another aggrieved look.
“That’s mean... I came here enduring all this shame, just like Instructor Seong Su-ho said.”
She wasn’t putting on airs.
Her expression was genuinely hurt.
But I already knew how to soothe her.
I approached Yoon Ji-ah, who was hanging her head dejectedly, and pulled her into an embrace.
Startled, she flailed in my arms.
“I-Instructor Seong Su-ho! I’m not done talking! Hnng!”
I gently squeezed her flailing breasts and spoke.
“Don’t worry about Go Min-hyuk. I specifically told them not to look at visitors’ faces.”
“B-But if he catches on... Hnngh!”
Even as I kneaded her breasts, Yoon Ji-ah stubbornly pressed on with her words.
But I already knew.
Her weakness...
“Doesn’t the risk make it even more exciting?”
“Haah!”
At my whisper in her ear, Yoon Ji-ah’s eyes glazed over, her body shivering.
Guilt Wall: (Every time she cheats or has an affair, that guilt converts into lust and affection directed toward Seong Su-ho.)
Yoon Ji-ah now felt guilt even from my slightest touch.
And the longer it persisted, the deeper she swam into an inescapable net...
I slowly slipped my hand under her skirt to check her panties.
“You’re soaked? Really getting excited, huh?”
“N-No, it’s not that!”
“Sure, whatever you say... But you okay with that?”
“W-With what?”
Her flushed face stared at me, uncomprehending.
I brought my lips to her ear and whispered.
“Someone might be listening at the door right now?”
“Hiiik!”
The signal came.
Her already damp panties were now thoroughly wet.
Just acknowledging the act in words had aroused her.
It perfectly blocked her evasion of that guilt.
I slid my hand inside her soaked panties to check her clit.
The small nub was slightly swollen, quivering at my touch.
“I-Instructor Seong Su-ho... this... isn’t right...”
Fearing sound might leak out, Yoon Ji-ah whispered like a moan.
I ignored her, slowly pulling down her panties.
Invisible to the eye, but I heard the sticky strings of her arousal snapping as they fell.
Yoon Ji-ah kept murmuring “This isn’t right...” and “Please...”, yet didn’t stop me.
With her panties at her knees, I turned her around and bent her toward the bed.
She braced her hands on the bed’s edge, thrusting her ass back toward me.
Her skirt, guarding her ass, had lost its panties and was soaking with her juices.
The moment I lifted her skirt.
“I-Instructor Seong Su-ho...”
Her words said no, but her pristine ass cheeks glistened with endless arousal dripping between.
I pressed my throbbing cock against her entrance and told her.
Squelch!
“If I can steal Instructor Yoon Ji-ah, I don’t care if it’s wrong.”
“Hnnngg!!”
My cock became the key unlocking her guilt’s shackles.
As I thrust in, I stoked her guilt higher.
“Let Go Min-hyuk on the other side of the door hear your voice so he doesn’t feel left out.”
“Hnnngh!! Haah!”
From then on, Yoon Ji-ah alternated glances between me and the door, hand over her mouth to muffle her moans as she took my cock.