The Professor Unleashed
Honestly, this body of mine isn't all that attractive. Even I can see it — cute, small, the kind of face that might stir up a woman's maternal instincts, but never the kind that would make anyone's blood run hot with lust.
Without the Flirting Machine skill, I never would have dragged things this far. I wouldn't even have been able to bring Han Yuri to heel. Buying that skill was the best decision I ever made. It was also the worst.
"You said I could touch you. Right? Don't you dare report this. You can't. Even if you told someone, nobody would believe you anyway."
"...Do as you please."
Her Affection — the kind that converted straight into Lust — had already skyrocketed. Piling any more on top of it was dangerous, but I couldn't pull back now. If I did, I'd lose my chance to raise her Submission for good.
"Then stay still."
Kim Yerin stood up. I started to rise with her, but she planted her palm on the crown of my head and pressed me back down.
"...I've wanted to touch this since the first time I saw you."
"Mmph."
The first thing she went for wasn't anything indecent. It was my cheeks — plump, full, and utterly defenseless. She mashed them between both palms, kneading and squishing without a shred of restraint, fingers digging in as if she meant to pop them. There was no strategic value in any of this. Kim Yerin just looked pleased, working out her hunger by pinching and pressing like a child with a new toy.
"If your personality was as cute as your face, this would've been so much better. Instead you whip your dick out for a woman you just met. What, is Yuri not taking care of you? Then again — she's got this refined streak that doesn't match how she looks."
"Nngh..."
"That how you reeled Yuri in too? Just whipped it out and she climbed right on?"
"I've never done anything like that..."
"What, you wanted to reel me in the same way? Is that your Superhuman ability?! Seducing women with your dick?!"
Did this woman have mind-reading powers or what? She wasn't entirely wrong, either. If my Superhuman ability were that convenient, I wouldn't be going through all this trouble.
"That shit doesn't work on me, you idiot! I'm an A-class hero. Don't get cocky just because you landed Han Yuri — she's B-class at best. She's not even in the same league as me."
I still didn't know how far the Status Window's influence actually reached. But it was already a proven fact that it worked on an A-class Superhuman. The ability I'd newly awakened was that powerful.
Judging by the ability alone, it had to be A-class. If I bought more skills and grew stronger, I might even hit S-class.
Which means you being an A-class hero doesn't mean a damn thing.
The situation looked like it was spiraling, but as long as I believed things would break my way, they'd sort themselves out. They always did.
Kim Yerin finally let go of my face. This time she ran her fingers through my hair — and her expression twisted even further, ugly with something that wasn't quite rage.
"Oh, come on! Why is your hair this nice?!"
"I was born with it."
"You're a guy! You're not allowed to have better hair than me! Fuuuuck...! This is so goddamn irritating."
She shook my head back and forth with a vicious little snap of her wrists, the way you'd towel off wet hair. She barely had any strength left in her, so my whole body just wobbled along with it, rattling like a cheap toy.
"You little creep."
"All this over skin and hair...?"
"You piece of trash."
"If you look at it from another angle—"
"Loser. Gloomy little freak. Otaku! Slow-ass bastard. Pathetic piece of shit. A guy who fell for someone like Han Yuri."
"..."
That last one was a bit much. She'd said she couldn't harm me. Wasn't verbal abuse still abuse? This was crossing a line.
I was just starting to take the barrage of insults personally when Kim Yerin's body began to shake — violently, uncontrollably, like she'd come down with something. She trembled so hard I thought she might actually be having a seizure.
"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck!"
"W-what's wrong with you all of a sudden?!"
"Aaaah! This is so fucking annoying... I want to kill everyone. I want to tear you down but every single thing about you is the best!"
She detonated. That shaking had been the warning rumble before a bomb went off. She shrieked so loud my ears rang.
And now she was complimenting me? I knew drunk people ran hot, but this woman's emotions were whipping around like a weather vane in a hurricane.
"Some of us are stuck in a dark room, working or blowing money on illegal sports betting. And some of us have a halfway decent face and use it to pick up a younger guy."
"About Yuri—"
"I know! I know, okay! Yuri's my favorite student, but she's so goddamn lucky I don't know what to do with myself!"
Kim Yerin turned the arrow on herself. I couldn't quite read the look in her eyes, but I knew it was ugly. It was the same atmosphere as when I'd first stood up to Han Yuri — and she didn't even have snake eyes. Still terrifying.
"I wanted a boyfriend too!! I wanted a guy like you — all springy and delicious-looking!! I wanted to eat you up!!"
"You can't just scream that at the top of your lungs!"
"Let them hear it! This is bullshit! Motherfucker!!!! This is complete bullshit!!! Ahhh! Han Yuri, that little brat — how the hell did she land a guy this plump and juicy with a cock that fucking huge!! I'm so jealous I could lose my mind!!! Nngh...! I'm done pretending. I'm done playing coy!"
She seized a fistful of my hair and wrenched. It hurt like hell. My mind snapped into focus. If she twisted her wrist even a few degrees, something in my neck would make a sound it was never supposed to make — a wet, grinding crack.
"Suck it."
"...What?"
"Your ears clogged? I said suck. Before I crush the life out of you with my bare hands."
Target female Kim Yerin is going berserk!
Affection locked at 500%!
CRISIS: Satisfy her. Do not let her Affection drop — or you will be raped.
What the hell was the standard for "harm" supposed to be? Could someone please be specific? Why did this kind of thing only ever happen to me?
"Hey. Hey. I told you. Suck."
"I'm asking what that's even supposed to mean!"
"You need me to spell it out? What, you think I'm a pushover? If you'd been living as a dildo for a nasty-tempered bitch like Han Yuri, you'd have grown some instincts by now."
She yanked my head forward and slapped my face against her dolphin shorts. Tap. Tap. The sex appeal was so blatant it barely qualified as a hint.
Her Submission hasn't gone up at all!
Han Yuri's Submission had climbed just from being touched. Kim Yerin was the opposite. It wouldn't budge. All that kept rising was her Affection.
"You think I'm a pushover right now~? Put your mouth on it. Hurry up."
"Nngh... There has to be a reason you're doing this."
"There isn't?"
"This is... this is weird."
"You're the one who started this! Don't you dare try to back out now. You said it yourself — I could touch you as much as I wanted!"
Tap. Tap. Her demands grew rougher, more insistent, like she'd smash my face in and kill me if I didn't comply.
"I-I said you could touch me, but I never agreed to anything this extreme!"
"...You're being touched right now. I'm going to touch your mouth with my pussy. Nobody ever specified which part goes where."
That wasn't an argument. That was a hostage situation with extra steps.
"Hey. Hey. Put your mouth on it before your girlfriend wakes up. Or I kill both of you."
"Nngh..."
"Now!"
I stopped resisting. There was no world in which I could overpower an A-class hero. Acceptance was the only option left.
"There we go. Finally showing your belly. Good boy, good boy..."
Kim Yerin paused and glanced back at Han Yuri. After all that screaming, any normal person would have been wide awake — but Yuri didn't so much as twitch.
Of course she didn't. I'd told her to pretend she was asleep. Honestly, I wished she'd drop the act and come help me. Please.
The professor slid her dolphin shorts down in one slow, silken motion. White underwear showed underneath — completely at odds with everything else about her.
An A-class hero's underwear. I'd assumed someone who gambled away her clothes budget wouldn't own anything this nice, but apparently she had her limits. It looked antique. Expensive. The kind of thing you didn't buy on a professor's remaining paycheck.
"Han Yuri's gotten so full of herself. Back when I was in college, if you landed a boyfriend you had to offer him up to your seniors, nice and proper. Ahhh! And of course a beautiful tradition like that vanishes the second I become the senior!"
I'd heard about this once. Superhuman society used to be a closed system, packed with every kind of senior-junior abuse you could imagine. Things had gotten better as the Superhuman population grew — or so people said. This woman had clearly been one of the last to live through the old culture.
So that's why she's such a fossil. Pretty face, pathetic everything else...
I tore into her in my head, but reality didn't budge an inch. Cursing someone out in silence never changed a damn thing about fate.
"Me too! From now on, I'm living for myself."
"Nngh..."
"Now bite."
She slipped her underwear down. My heart hammered against my ribs. This wasn't just anyone. This was an A-class Superhuman — one of the strongest people alive, someone who could pop me like a grape with a flick of her fingers — and she was pushing her sex in my face.
The sheer wrongness of it sent a shiver through my whole body. The finest kind of woman. The kind other men might have been hunting. And here she was, undone by my ability, presenting herself like this.
Status Window awakening is the best thing that ever happened to me...!
Every anxious feeling from a moment ago melted away like snow. See? I'd been making a fuss over nothing.
Just a little longer. A little more. And this woman would belong to me, the same way Han Yuri did.