Hero Academy (4-30)
The classroom, brimming with the cadets' passion, was now filled with Seong Sua's and my scents and body heat.
The air inside was thick with the smell of my semen and Seong Sua's moans.
The luxurious desk where Seong Sua had been sitting was now adorned with our stains, marking a line in history.
But even our seemingly endless sex with Seong Sua had to come to an end.
"Haa, haa, haa."
I had no limit to my semen, but my hips had their durability limit.
"Hngh... haang... hngh...."
Seong Sua's maternal love knew no bounds, but her stamina did.
Squelch... squelch... squelch... squelch....
"Seong Sua... Instructor... one last time... I'm gonna cum!"
"Hnnngh!"
Seong Sua let out a moan laced with pleasure as she took my cock deep into her trembling pussy.
As she received my semen, her quivering thighs began wrapping around my hips.
But the intense thighs that had gripped me fiercely at first were now barely clinging to my waist, shaking uncontrollably.
I poured my final load madly into Seong Sua's already defiled womb, then looked down at her.
"Hngh! Haa... hnnng...."
Her expression told me she'd reached her limit.
Yet even at her limit, Seong Sua's pink lips trembled as she spoke to me.
"If you want... we can... keep going...."
"...."
It was an incredible show of determination.
Three hours.
That was how long Seong Sua and I had spent purely on sex.
The amount of semen I'd poured into her womb had exceeded human limits, and the number of times my cock had kissed her womb was countless.
Yet Seong Sua was still gathering her mental strength for my satisfaction.
But I judged it impossible to continue—not because of her limit, but mine.
I looked down at her with a cleared mind and said,
"Instructor Seong Sua."
"Hnn... yes?"
"This relationship... it won't end today, right?"
"...."
Seong Sua fixated not on the intent of my question, but on the word "end," gazing up at me with a sad expression.
Her face crumpling, she opened her mouth.
"You couldn't have... gotten tired of me already?"
"Huh? No... no way."
I leaned my head close to Seong Sua's face as she lay on the desk and said,
"Can we... do it again next time?"
"Ah...."
Only then did Seong Sua grasp my meaning, letting out a sigh of relief as she began stroking my head.
"Next time... somewhere with a better atmosphere, please. Chuup...."
And so, our first time ended with a kiss.
..
..
Seong Sua and I had pushed our chairs together and were sitting side by side, gazing out the window.
The moon had tilted, hidden behind another building, no longer illuminating the magic department classroom.
The room was pitch dark, filled only with our shallow breaths.
The only visible thing was the electronic clock on the classroom wall.
With my left arm around Seong Sua, I glanced at the clock and murmured softly,
"We no-showed."
"Ah...."
Our date was originally supposed to end with dinner at a restaurant.
It was now 1 a.m.
Too late to call and cancel.
Snuggled in my arms, Seong Sua gently stroked my chest and asked,
"Where did you reserve?"
"Uh... I can't recall the name right now, but it's the place run by a former hero who's a chef...."
"A hero? You don't mean... 'Witopi,' do you?"
"Yeah, that's it."
"My god...."
I couldn't see her face in the dark, but Seong Sua's voice was shocked as she scolded me.
"Reservations there are one thing... but it's expensive!"
"Ah...."
Truth be told, I hadn't made the reservation myself.
I'd asked Armonia to find a good spot, then had Zodiac handle it through their channels.
Even through a villain group, this world had villains lurking in the shadows.
It felt a bit shady, but I figured it wouldn't be hard, and Zodiac approved easily.
I thought it was probably fine....
'At most, a million won or so?'
[It exceeds 10 million won.]
'Fucking insane... Being a hero makes you untouchable?'
What a mad bastard. Can heroes just scam like that?
I'll check his disposition later. Gotta see how crazy he is.
It wasn't my money, but the deposit was about 10% of the bill—roughly a million won down the drain.
'Whatever... not my money, and this world's cash is useless to me anyway. My salary just sits in the bank unused....'
As I stared blankly out the window, Seong Sua started nagging me.
"The deposit must've been pricey too.... I'll pay you back later. Next time...."
"Don't do that."
"Huh?"
Invisible in the dark, I stared intently at Seong Sua and said,
"Please don't say that."
"But that's a huge amount...."
"I don't want to be the kind of man who needs... that kind of consideration from you, Instructor Seong Sua."
"Ah...."
She'd get it now.
I knew exactly what worried her.
I wasn't an official hero—just a "Mandeok" (ranked 10,000th or lower) working as an auxiliary instructor at the embassy.
Even if embassy aux instructors earned well compared to other jobs, it was peanuts next to real heroes.
Seong Sua, with her social experience, must have felt it bone-deep.
Why everyone chased hero status....
Heroes held value beyond money.
Capitalism just quantified it in cash....
And that money was like pride to a man—Seong Sua knew that too.
No matter how much she pampered me like a child, it had to stay within our pleasure.
If she treated me like less than a man in every little thing, it'd stop being fun and turn annoying.
Seong Sua hugged me tight with a sullen voice, apologizing.
"Sorry... that wasn't my intention."
"It's fine. Actually, now I have a goal."
"...?"
"To become someone worthy of you, Instructor Seong Sua, I can't settle here."
"Fufu...."
Seong Sua whispered as she squeezed my waist.
"You're already more than enough."
And so, our first date ended wrapped in each other's warmth.
It had been a blissful sleep.
Until just moments ago....
"Miss, are you okay!?"
"Kughhh!?"
Moon Ju-a snapped awake to the voice piercing her eardrums, surrounding voices pounding her skull and triggering a throbbing headache.
'Fuck, who the hell wakes me up while I'm sleeping!'
The headache was bad enough, but she couldn't forgive anyone interrupting her deep sleep.
Even if she didn't want to forgive them, there was a problem.
'I can't see shit! What the fuck is this!'
She couldn't see a damn thing in front of her.
A faint cloth covered her vision.
The men started harassing her eardrums again.
"These damn bastards! Doing this to a woman...."
"Ugh.... Pretty face is poison in times like this."
"Grrraaah!"
The voices around her only worsened her headache, offering no help.
The situation didn't matter.
She just wished the mind-rotting haze in her brain would clear fast.
But her headache wouldn't let go easily, and the louder the voices got as she suffered.
"Try to come to! Let's cover you up first...."
"Fuck! Shut up!"
Moon Ju-a instinctively sensed the position of the voice beyond her blind vision and threw a punch.
Crack!
"Gahak!"
"Wh-what! Hey! What the hell are you doing!"
"You're noisy too! You fucking bastard!"
Moon Ju-a followed her punch with a kick to shut the guy up.
Crack!
"Puaak!"
"Shut up! Shut the fuck up! My head hurts, so shut it!"
She didn't stop at one—multiple kicks until the man's voice finally silenced.
"Haa... haa... fuck... fucking assholes ruining my sleep...."
With the annoying voices gone and her body moving, the headache eased, letting her regain her senses.
"Fuck... what is this... who put a blindfold on me...."
The reason she couldn't see—it was something covering her face.
Regaining her wits, Moon Ju-a started peeling off the cloth over her face.
"Aaaah! Fuck! It's stuck!"
The shapeless cloth was glued to her face and hair, hard to remove.
No chains binding her, but the gross feeling of skin and hair tearing off as she barely ripped off the rag.
"Fucking gross... what the hell did they cover me with... uh...?"
It was something she saw every day.
Triangular shape.
White base, but filthy-stained cloth.
Moon Ju-a knew exactly what she held, but couldn't accept it easily.
"Fuck... why was this on my face...."
Underwear... her own panties.
She looked around.
Two men collapsed, bleeding....
"Bathroom? This is... uh... uhhh...."
The mirror straight ahead reflected only herself.
Herself sitting on the toilet in a stall....
The problem was....
"What.... Why am I... naked...."
The only thing covering her had been her own panties over her face.
Still not grasping the situation, Moon Ju-a stared at her reflection in bewilderment more than shame.
As her vision cleared, words etched on her smooth abdomen caught her eye.
"What... uh... scores?"
Her flat belly bore a neatly written scorecard.
Pussy — 79 points (Great shape and color)
Tits — 12 points (Small)
Grip — 46 points (Prostitute level)
...
...
Kiss — 0 points (Total trash)
"Th-that... uh...."
As she read the words on her belly, memories flooded back.
(I'll give you 79 points for now.)
(Hnnngh?)
(Pussy looks and color are good.)
Kidnapping, bets, rape, condescending bastards....
Each memory made blood rush to her head, her face flushing red.
From shame?
No.
"I’ll... kill them... make them... regret sparing me...."
Rage.
Thirst to kill the man who raped her.
But something was off.
"Wh-what... why... I'm angry... but why...."
She couldn't vent her rage like usual.
Normally, she'd explode in curses and rampage, but as fury rose, she only noticed her love juices dripping into the toilet.
Drip... drip... drip....
Her lower abdomen heated up.
She should be furious, but couldn't.
"Fuck... what... what is this... why... ngh?"
Caught in unknown emotions, her eyes caught the last line of the scorecard.
Kiss — 0 points (Total trash)
"Daring to... rate me like this...."
Moon Ju-a recalled the man's final scene, mocking her.
(As expected... Lena, you're the best.)
(Thank you, Master... for such praise... chuup....)
(Onahole's usable... but still, meh.)
The man and woman kissing right in front of her.
No reason for it to anger her.
But as her vengeful fury swelled, memories of her violation and their kiss replayed vividly.
And those vivid scenes began controlling her fingers.
Squelch... squelch... squelch....
"Fuck... haa... haa... why is this happening...."
Suddenly aroused, Moon Ju-a started fingering her pussy.
She couldn't hold back.
"F-first... the semen... gotta get it out, right? Yeah... semen... haang... haa... kughhh!!"
As Moon Ju-a masturbated, a message only her rapist could see floated above her head.
*Moon Ju-a (Subordination Stage 1)*
Fortress: Vengeful hatred toward revenge triggers lust directed solely at the subordination master. (All lust channels only to the master.)
Squelch, squelch, squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch.
"Heek! Haa! Heung! Oooohk!!"
Her rage-fueled masturbation lasted hours, stopping only when another Evrika employee arrived.