Sensory Blocking Magic (2)
"What is it, An Yeo-dae."
"Um... I-I need to use the restroom."
Park Ji-bo's eyes swept over him. A bloated, overweight frame, thick glasses, and scruffy, uneven stubble. Beneath all that, the pockmarked skin where adolescent acne had torn through with a vengeance.
Well. Looks aren't my problem.
The Academy existed to raise knights and mages who would stand against other worlds. Extreme cases like Arthas cropped up now and then, sure — but that was neither here nor there.
"Go."
It wasn't Park Ji-bo's concern either way. For all that An Yeo-dae looked the way he did, he had already finished every last requirement of basic physical conditioning. Do what you're supposed to do, and I won't ride you. That was Park Ji-bo's entire educational philosophy.
"That fat pig's going off to stuff his face again."
"Ugh, what a loser. If he's still built like that with all this training, how much is he even eating?"
"Last time I looked in that guy's bag, it was nothing but bread."
The students' mockery didn't register with him either. If An Yeo-dae ever actually came asking for help, he would give it. Until then, it wasn't his business.
"Fucking assholes."
An Yeo-dae, for his part, paid the guys in his class no mind either. Arthas, who didn't even register his existence, was a piece of shit. Han Jin-hyeok and his little clique — nobodies with nothing going for them who still ran their mouths about him — were pieces of shit too.
"Haa... I miss Naho-chan, neung..."
An Yeo-dae unlocked his phone. A freshly taken photo sat warm on the screen.
"Gulp... You wore this on purpose to show me, didn't you, neung? Heheh."
A white T-shirt soaked through with sweat, and a black bra cupping a pair of full, heavy breasts. She was a living goddess — the one who had reached through the monitor and pulled him out into the real world. Ending up in the same class was fate. Being in the infirmary at the same time was fate too. The infirmary meeting itself had been a fumble, of course; his own nerves had made him screw it up.
"Someday Naho-chan will understand watashi's feelings too, neung..."
He had already sold off every last Maku-chan photocard and figure. In their place, Naho-chan's photos were stacking up one by one, and those had become his treasures.
Anyway. Bathroom first. His little guy had gone rock-hard from the sight of Naho-chan earlier, and it was starting to actually hurt.
"Naho-chan... Naho-chaaaan...!!"
After shooting a nice, satisfying load, An Yeo-dae headed for Class 3. He was hungry, and there was the hope — just maybe — that he might catch another glimpse of Naho-chan.
That hope was fulfilled in perhaps the exact direction he wanted most.
"Haang... ah, this is, pretty... ah..."
A girl, completely naked, alone in an empty classroom. Naho-chan.
"...N-Naho-chan?"
An Yeo-dae's eyes went bloodshot. His crotch swelled in an instant. He thumbed his phone on by instinct and poured the entire filthy scene into the camera. His goddess was a panting female in heat, gasping through her own fingers.
"Ah, aaaah... I'm coming, gaaah... mmp, hnnngh...!!"
A real girl's masturbation — the kind he had only ever watched on video. Naho-chan squirted, her whole body shuddering, her face wrecked with climax. He wanted to slam her to the floor right then and drive a mating press into her.
"Huff, huff..."
An Yeo-dae was a creeping, degenerate pervert. And because he was, he knew. If he let the lust win and jumped Naho-chan now, he would be the only one who ended up as a freak.
F-first, film all of it... then blackmail. Gotta blackmail her, neung!
Something he had only ever seen in dirty manga was happening in real life. Not some pathetic shakedown over a married couple kissing or hugging — he had a video he could actually use. His latest-model phone caught even the transparent jets of love juice in perfect clarity. Naho-chan's climaxing, filthy face was a given.
"Naho-chan... you're this much of a perverted bitch, and you still ignored me like that, neung?"
She finished shortly after, pulled her clothes back on, and left the classroom.
"I'm late!"
The trick with mana he had figured out after a childhood of being bullied: stealth magic. He melted into the dark, and Naho-chan never saw him. The moment she was gone, An Yeo-dae hurried into the classroom. He needed to get off while her body heat was still on the furniture.
"Sniff sniff... it smells so dirty, neung... hnnn, this perverted bitch..."
He buried his face in Oh Na-ho's desk and inhaled, then shoved his pants down. Rubbing his cheek against the wood, licking it, watching the video he had just taken — he came in no time at all.
"Huff, huu..."
He wiped the semen away in a hurry and looked over Naho-chan's seat. Things had already gone this far. He wanted to take something. Anything.
"Ah. There's a towel, neung."
The towel she had used to wipe her love juices. It had been stuffed into her bag; he yanked it out and mashed it against his face.
"Sniff, huu... sniff, huuuu..."
Sweat and love juice, steeped into the cloth — Naho-chan's filthy, intimate smell. He barely managed to pull himself together, stuffed the towel into a bread bag, and tied it off tight.
"Heheheheh..."
A thin, rancid smile on his face, An Yeo-dae fled the classroom.
"Heeugh, sir... I'm sorry... please..."
"..."
Two back-to-back climaxes had left this body a complete wreck. Half a lap of the track and the dry heaves came right back up; I went down in a heap.
"Na-ho! No, don't dieee!!"
"Grrraaagh..."
"I've got her!!"
Yu-ra was throwing herself into the performance, doing everything she could to cover for me. But what was I supposed to do here? Did I seriously have to spend the rest of PE just jogging the track?
Park Ji-bo came over. I begged.
"Sir, please... I, I'm really gonna die..."
I stopped myself from grabbing his pant leg. The last thing I needed was the guys cooking up some creepy mental image.
Park Ji-bo looked down at me, filling something in on a sheet of paper.
"Hmm. Oh Na-ho. What's your Strength stat?"
"...Am I allowed to say?"
"I already have a rough idea from watching you work. But if I'm going to put an exception into my principles, you need to be an exceptional case."
Okay. That was actually pretty fucking cool just now.
I confessed my Strength in a tiny whisper.
"Strength... is 12..."
"Eh? For real?"
"...That's severe."
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..."
The Strength +1 that damn Holy God had tossed me like a charity chip. Even with that, I was sitting at 12. Academy guys averaged Strength 50. The girls averaged 40. I wasn't even in the same zip code.
"You said you were a magic specialist. At this level, I find myself curious about your Magic stat."
"Ah..."
"You don't have to tell me. That was me talking to myself. Anyway. Strength 12... that's exceptional. No question."
Yes. Yes it is. Strength 12 is elementary-school-girl territory...
Yu-ra, standing right there, clapped a hand over her mouth.
"Oh no... our Na-ho... Strength like, not even a baby... khup..."
"Hey..."
Are you laughing or crying.
"Khuhk... this big sis will protect you, our widdle baby Na-ho..."
"Stop fooling around and get back in line, Lim Yu-ra."
"Yeees..."
Once Yu-ra was gone, Park Ji-bo spoke.
"Your PE evaluation is locked at a B no matter how well you score on the exam. In exchange, during PE hours I'll put you on a toddler-level conditioning course. Agreed?"
"..."
I couldn't bring myself to say yes out loud. I just nodded. Toddler-level. Toddler-level. That was below elementary schoolers. That was babies.
"Then return to your place."
"...Could you call Yu-ra back? I can't stand up..."
"Lim Yu-ra!!"
"Yeees!!"
Yu-ra came flying. I folded into her and she carried me into the shade. While I had been off in the classroom getting myself off, the rest of the class had already finished a full round; they were dripping with sweat.
"That bitch is playing weak again."
"Why'd she even enroll if she's gonna be this pathetic?"
"Dunno. Probably came looking for guys. She's a slut."
I ignored them and found a corner of the stands. I already felt like I was dying. I did not have the stamina to pick a fight with that garbage.
"Na-ho, want me to go beat those bitches up?"
"It's fine..."
"Our Na-ho is such a well-behaved, innocent girl, and their mouths are the real sluts."
"..."
"Na-ho?"
"Huh? Sorry. I zoned out for a second."
I am not well-behaved. I am not innocent. Sorry, Yu-ra. I just went back to the classroom and vigorously fingered myself.
"Alright! Last course is duck-walk jumping! Everyone on your lines! Ten laps!!"
"Uwaa..."
"Sir, please... just skip it for one day..."
"One extra lap!"
"Aaagh!!"
The kids dropped into a squat on the track with faces like they were about to die, then started hopping the circuit like that. It looked like a swarm of camel crickets boiling out of a hole.
What the hell. That's terrifying...
Park Ji-bo came over to where I was sitting, startled.
"You. Duck-walk one lap and come back."
"Ah... yes."
Toddle, toddle. I duck-walked the track at a pace that could not even be called speed, the way an actual toddler would. I nearly went down and scraped my knees more than once or twice.
"Huff, huff!"
"Haah, haah!"
"Uwaaaaah!!"
And right beside me they were doing that brutal drill with dying faces. Doing this by myself, at this pace, was its own kind of death.
Annelise and her minions passed me on the way.
"Hey. Look at her. Is that even allowed?"
"Let's go complain to the teacher after this."
"That bitch. Hogging all the easy stuff for herself."
The insults after I finished my one lap came back even uglier.
"Hey, you think she already, huff, slept with the homeroom teacher?"
"No way, even so, haah, haah... with that terrifying mug?"
"Who knows. She spreads her legs for anyone..."
"Huu, huu."
Then Arthas drifted nearby, and the cursing shrank. My head dropped before I could stop it. Pure malice. No angle, no payoff, no reward they were hoping to collect — just knives, thrown to hit me, to stab me, to make it hurt.
"Sniff."
I crushed the sting at the bridge of my nose and finished the duck-walk. I didn't want to look weak, so I stood there forcing my shaking legs to hold. One by one the others came in from their laps.
"Na-ho? What's wrong?"
"I'm exhausted. I feel like dying."
"Yeah... is there no way to raise your Strength?"
"Later I can just patch it with Magic."
We were still talking when Park Ji-bo called us in.
"Good work on PE today. The sweat you shed today will stand in for the blood you'll shed on the battlefield. That's all for—"
"Teacher!"
"Speak."
"Um. Why is Oh Na-ho slacking off?"
The same girl who had come at me first last time. Annelise's action lead, apparently — a very brazen piece of work. Park Ji-bo answered with a face like stone.
"Oh Na-ho's PE evaluation is locked at a B even if she scores a perfect on the exam. There are exceptional circumstances, and that is how I have handled Oh Na-ho. Any complaints?"
"...N-no."
"If any other students have special circumstances, report them. Dismissed!"
A shout that made it clear he would not be taking questions. Even the action lead quietly backed off in the face of Park Ji-bo's crumpled expression.
"Is that what you talked about with the homeroom teacher earlier?"
"Yeah. What am I supposed to do... if I try to keep up with you guys I'll die..."
"Too bad. I wanted to run together with you."
"...I'll try."
"Yeah!!"
Ignoring my best friend's wish would have sat wrong in my gut.
A short break, and then the bell. I headed alone to the Magic Application Ground for my first practical magic class.