The Professor (3)

A cock's length, more often than not, scales with a man's height. Taller means bigger. That's just how it is.

Even awakening as a Superhuman doesn't change that. Muscle quality and mass might swell, but for some strange reason, the cock itself almost never grows. That's why male Superhumans tend to have small dicks. There are any number of reasons behind their absurdly high divorce rates, but the biggest one is almost always an unsatisfying sex life.

Kim Yerin had read the papers on the subject more than once. Which is precisely why she was so stunned. The guy in front of her was maybe a hundred and forty centimeters on a generous day, and the thing hanging ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠off him was enormous.

"How tall are you, anyway?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Short guys always fire that question right back."

"A hundred and fifty centimeters."

His actual height was a hundred and forty-nine. The same way an invisible, uncrossable wall stands between a hundred and seventy-nine and a hundred and eighty to the naked eye, there was a wall between those two numbers as well.

Okay, then what the hell is this size?

Whatever the explanation, the cock attached to Baek Sehyun's lower half was monstrous. To be walking around with a weapon like that on a frame that small... Kim Yerin, who in her entire life had never once been intimidated by anyone, felt herself shrinking back.

"Wow. I genuinely cannot believe this. I cannot believe this. What kind of person even are you? Who the hell actually shows it when someone tells them to?"

Baek Sehyun glanced at the Status Window floating in front of his eyes and smiled faintly. Right now, Kim Yerin was only pretending to be angry. It was all bluster.

"You sexually harassed me first."

"Hey! Talking about it and whipping it out are not the same thing, you moron! And besides, I..."

"You...?"

"I'm a woman!"

The sheer audacity of that line left Sehyun speechless. Did she actually think sexual harassment carried a lighter sentence just because she was female? He scrunched up his big, round eyes.

How long has it been since the world changed...

The idea that women were the weaker sex had become a deeply awkward thing to say. For ordinary people, maybe it still held. But these days, with the number of female Superhumans exploding, it didn't hold at all.

This was an era where a female Superhuman in the hundred-and-forties could drop a strapping adult man well over a hundred and eighty with a single jab. Kim Yerin's argument was hopelessly outdated.

Then again, female Superhumans were rare when she was a kid, so I suppose it's only natural.

The surge in female Superhumans was a relatively recent phenomenon. Back when Kim Yerin was very young, the assumption that women were weaker than men had been the default.

"I cannot believe I actually have to say this out loud."

"Hah..."

"Put that filthy hunk of meat away already. The second Yuri wakes up, you're dead. I'm telling her everything!"

Noticing that Kim Yerin's tone was dripping with reluctance, Baek Sehyun smiled and stroked her thigh.

This time he caught it. She reacted like a cat that had just been dunked in water, slapping his hand away.

"Don't touch me, you pervert!"

"Your thighs are so soft. I want to keep touching them."

"You crazy bastard! You— you! Have you lost your mind?"

Kim Yerin was thoroughly rattled by Baek Sehyun's brazen behavior. What was this kid doing? Even Superhumans who weren't specialized for physical combat could cave in a skull with a single flick of the finger once they hit A-class.

An ordinary Superhuman would have killed him the moment he pulled his dick out, just for the offense of it. That was why his shamelessness left her so stunned.

Does this little shit think he can walk all over me?

His utterly unthreatening appearance even made her angry. Not that she had any intention of hurting him. Thanks to the effects of Flirting Machine, her Submission had already climbed to forty percent.

It was unmistakable proof that her flesh was steadily being subordinated to a superior male.

"You shameless, disgusting little pervert..."

"Why? You liked my touch too, didn't you?"

Baek Sehyun's fingers really were that soft. Like pressing into the pads of a cat's paw. Knowing that, Kim Yerin found herself momentarily speechless.

"Hey!! You little— ah, fuck! Stop pissing me off! Aaaaagh!!"

"W-whoa..."

"Aaaaagh! Aaaagh! Aagh!"

Dead drunk, Kim Yerin howled and slammed her fists into the floor. She didn't forget to hold back, of course. One slip and she'd punch a hole clean through it.

She couldn't do this and she couldn't do that. If he'd been an ordinary man, she would have just punched him to death. But her Submission had climbed so high that every action capable of harming him had been sealed off.

"Hoooo! Fine, fine! I can't take ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it anymore either! I'm touching you! I'm gonna touch you!"

Her instincts had shut down every action that would hurt him — but they had no objection to her touching him.

Kim Yerin's fingers met Sehyun's plump little thigh. It was far softer than she'd expected. The more she touched, the more a wicked hunger came crawling up through her, inch by inch.

So this is what it feels like.

Had God given him skin instead of a body? Yerin couldn't help but marvel as she stroked his thigh. Superhumans shed every impurity in their bodies upon awakening, which left them with flawless skin. But Baek Sehyun's was cleaner and softer than even that.

"You do realize you're touching my body right now, don't you?"

"...We're even. You touched my thigh first."

Small. Soft. And white. That was all it was — three simple qualities — and yet the more she touched Baek Sehyun's thigh, the more addictive it became.

"I never touched you this much, or for this long."

"Shut... up! I'm a woman, and you're a man!"

Something this small shouldn't have been satisfying to touch at all. And yet, for her, the smallness made it better.

W-what did I just think.

Her type was men stronger than her, and taller. A guy who didn't even reach her chest — someone like Baek Sehyun — fell nowhere near her range of interest.

And still, her hand showed not the slightest sign of leaving his thigh.

"Okay, that's enough. You can't go any further than this."

Baek Sehyun swatted Kim Yerin's hand away as it crept toward his groin. Her fingers hovered in the empty air, reluctant to give up. But there was no helping it. This was her precious student's boyfriend. She wasn't supposed to want him.

"Hoo... hoooo. Are you messing with me right now?"

"Yes."

"Ha, hahaha! You think I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠won't remember just because I'm drunk? First thing tomorrow, I'm handing you over to the cops. Got that?"

Baek Sehyun wasn't afraid in the slightest. A moment earlier, a Status Window message had floated in front of his eyes.

And as a welcome bonus:

"Calling the police just because I showed you my dick is a bit much, don't you think? Come on, cut me some slack."

"Shut your mouth. You thought I was just some gambling junkie, didn't you? Starting tomorrow, you won't even be able to show your face."

An A-class hero's social standing was enormous. In military terms, it was roughly on par with a major general commanding a division. If she put her mind to it, she could turn a completely innocent person into the most notorious villain under heaven.

"Please don't."

"Fuck off! It's too late for regrets. You should be grateful I'm not killing you myself."

"Then how about this."

The words gave Baek Sehyun a slight jolt. He already knew from the Status Window that she wouldn't actually report him. But her tone was so unyielding it felt real. If that message hadn't appeared, he ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠would have been face-down on the floor begging.

He knew she wouldn't harm him. He also knew, just as easily, that if he didn't settle this here and now, her resistance would slam the door on any further chance to raise her Submission.

Which is why his next move was a bold one. Baek Sehyun swallowed, then spoke with that distinctive face of his — cute, and somehow faintly lewd.

"I'll let you touch my body as much as you want. How about you use that to cool off?"

As cute as he could make it. And in a voice just a little bit sexy. It was mortifying. Sehyun was certain his face had gone scarlet without needing a mirror to confirm it.

The provocative offer landed, at least to a degree. The problem was that Affection had risen instead of Submission. And that meant Kim Yerin's lust had just more than doubled.

Ah. This was bad. She was going to touch everything. Even the places he hadn't given her permission to...