Anywhere Door (3)

"Aahngh!!"

An unfamiliar sensation — and yet one I couldn't possibly ignore, a sensation so intense it drowned out everything else. A current of electricity surged up from between my legs, and I crumpled to the ground on the spot.

"Hahk, hah..."

"N-Na-ho?"

I clapped a hand over my mouth in a panic, but the moan had already escaped.

"What the hell, is she crazy..."

"Is she faking? Just from standing up?"

"What a drama queen."

None of it even registered. Because something was currently rummaging around inside me down below. I clamped both hands over my mouth to stop the moans from bursting out. It was no use whatsoever.

"Hngh! Hah, nngh, hauup!!"

"Na-ho, what's wrong!!"

Even Yu-ra's voice was growing more and more distant. The claim that sensation would be linked through the hole — it was all true.

"Aahmph...!"

It felt like a finger, except this finger was impossibly thick. I'd never felt anything like this before, and yet every last detail came through with crystal clarity. A firm, flexible finger was stirring around inside me without the slightest consideration, as if it had no idea this was someone's pussy.

Well of course they don't know!! Hngh, mmph!

Are pussies originally this sensitive? Just being groped around like this, as if someone were poking and prodding at some unidentified object, was enough to drive me insane. No — past insane. Something was coming. A sensation climbing up along that persistently probing finger.

Wait? What's coming?

It was instinct. If this kept up — if this kept up... A fluffy cloud blooming in my mind rapidly swelled in size.

"Aahk, hnnngh, hah..."

I desperately clamped my mouth shut, right before that something arrived. Right before the cloud, swollen to its bursting point, could break.

"Hah..."

It slipped away. That unidentified something. A faint pang of disappointment arrived hand in hand with relief.

"Na-ho!!"

"Ah, uh... Yu-ra. Yu-ra."

Only then did Yu-ra's face come into focus, tight with worry — and behind her, the teachers who'd drawn in close, and even Arthas. I clung to my hazy, languid mind and barely managed an excuse.

"I... hooh, I get... really nervous... The, the student council president... called me, and I just got so tense..."

"Ah... I'm ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sorry, Oh... Na-ho. Because of my own selfishness, I put you through such an unsightly..."

"I-it's fine... So please, go continue your speech."

Ah... he's so fucking handsome, that son of a bitch.

Maybe it was because my head was all messed up, but a weird thought crossed my mind. A lingering tingle and itch remained in my lower belly, tormenting me.

"Hurry..."

"Ah, yes. I'll be sure to apologize properly later..."

"No. Please just go, okay? Please..."

"...Alright."

Arthas bowed his head and left, and everyone else filtered back to their seats. The only one remaining beside me was Yu-ra, tightly gripping my trembling hand. As my emotions gradually settled, I lifted my head and found a glittering status window waiting for me.

...What now, please.

I pressed it, and a clear, crystalline chime rang out.

You crazy bastard. Are you actually insane? What kind of achievement is this?

I barely held back the urge to punch the status window right then and there. Not that it would have done anything but make me look like an idiot flailing at empty air.

"Na-ho, you're okay, right? Should we go to the infirmary later?"

"...I'm fine."

"...Okay. If it hurts, you have to tell me."

I accepted Yu-ra's concern and looked over the status window again. The fact that someone had found the hole was important, but there was something else I needed to check first. Holy God's Academy was a game, so of course it had stats. I couldn't believe I'd forgotten something this important until now. Recalling the phrase Reward: Sensitivity +1, I muttered quietly.

"Stat window."

A window similar to the status screen materialized before my eyes.

Looking at the briefly listed numbers, I calmly closed my eyes. Then I recalled the systems of this shitty game that I still remembered.

By Civilian Baseline, a Strength of 30 was on par with an average adult male. Magic of 50 was the threshold for Academy admission.

The Magic is impressive, but the Strength is... what, a toddler's?

Was this telling me not to even bother resisting? Clutching my tearing heart, I examined the other two stats — Sensitivity and Charm. This being an adult game, I got the picture immediately.

So that's why I almost lost my mind earlier...

This game's stats are, how to put it, comprehensive. Strength folds in power, agility, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠stamina, and the rest. Magic covers control, capacity, and so on. And Charm includes... well, various kinds of romantic appeal. For the record, it has a slight reverse effect on the same sex. And lastly, Sensitivity covers...

Chest, mouth, pussy, and... the back too... all of it applied, I think...

In conclusion: weak as hell, and the entire body hypersensitive. In other words, a lewd body with every possibility of turning into a complete pervert. Sensitivity was at 81, so it must have climbed from 80 thanks to the achievement reward earlier.

Hah...

No wonder everything had felt so unnaturally vivid when Yu-ra touched me. I hung my head and thought.

Arthas started with Strength 60 and Magic 55, didn't he.

The base cap for stats is 100. In other words, that's the Mortal Peak — and beyond it, you can break through using achievements, titles, and items. The full stats achievable that way go up to 120. I've never gotten that far, so I wouldn't know, but you'd probably need to reach that point to see the ending.

At this rate I'll see the end of my life as a total pervert first...

After a brief moment of despair over my wretched stats, I turned my thoughts elsewhere.

Right... the hole. If I just plug the hole. If I just plug that, I'll be fine.

I hadn't expected the first hole to be opened already. But either way, it was certain that someone had found it.

But... how do I find it?

In this academy that was obviously ridiculously huge. How was I supposed to find my hole...

"Na-ho, Na-ho!"

"Ah... Yu-ra."

"We're in the same class!!"

"Oh, really? That's great."

"Hehe, take care of me for the year!"

"...Yeah."

...At ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠least I was lucky to have her.

While I was staring at my stats and worrying, the entrance ceremony ended. In the end, I never found my hole.

...My legs are shaking.

Was it because that cloud in my head never burst? A faint residual heat lingered heavily in my lower belly.

And the stat window even has... mild arousal, for fuck's sake...

Together with Yu-ra, who kindly supported me, I headed toward our assigned class. Out of ten classes total, Yu-ra and I had been placed in Class 3. As I was about to enter the classroom, someone approached.

"Ah, you're in Class 3 too."

"...Ah."

A face I had to crane my neck quite a bit to see. Our Arthas stood there, his silver hair and violet eyes gleaming. Keeping a slight distance, I asked,

"...The president is in Class 3 as well?"

"...Yeah. But we're the same year, so you can talk casually."

"No... I'm fine."

"Hey, Na-ho..."

"I'm fine, really."

I gave Arthas, who was trying to stop me, a light shove, and dragged Yu-ra — who was making an oh my, oh my face — into the classroom.

"What's wrong? I thought you liked him?"

"I told you I don't... Come on, let's go sit in the corner."

"Tsk... Fine. Let's talk later, Arthas! Our Na-ho isn't doing so well today."

"Ah... yeah. At least give her this."

Yu-ra, who had gone and talked to Arthas after all, came back carrying something. A heat pack. She quietly pressed it against my stomach.

"Keep it on. It should help a little."

"...Okay."

She didn't have to give it to me. The weather was pretty warm as it was...

Ah... she thought it was, like, that... a period?

Dismissing my slightly racing heart as arrhythmia, I slumped over my desk. The truth was, ever since I'd been near Arthas at the door earlier, my lower belly had gotten even weirder. Really, truly, I couldn't believe it, so... I secretly slipped a hand under my skirt.

Ugh... something's... sticky...

Looking at my fingers, a transparent, thread-like substance stretched out, glistening.

Nooo... Right, earlier, this is... because of the hole.

There's no way I'd leak this stuff just from looking at some guy. I discreetly wiped it on my skirt and opened the stat window.

"...Stat window."

Where did the "mild" go? Huh?

I irritably closed the stat window and sat up. The Class 3 homeroom teacher still hadn't arrived, and instead the room was packed with students.

School life again at this age... hm?

Was my hypersensitive Sensitivity affecting this too? I could feel the prickling gazes with vivid clarity. Most of them belonged to the girls sitting clustered around Arthas — vicious eyes staring at me like they wanted me dead.

So this was Charm's reverse effect.

If the same sex already dislikes you, they dislike you even more. If they like you, they like you even more. The girls who'd already taken a grudge against me for talking with Arthas. I considered flipping them off, then held back because it would just make things more exhausting.

Rattle!

Before long, the front door slid open. A man whose physique aggressively advertised I fucking live in the gym stood there. Having played through the third year, I knew exactly who he was.

"Listen up. For the next year, I'll be in charge of first-year physical training — and I'll be your homeroom teacher for Class 3. The name's Park Ji-bo."

The man with the uninspired name was a member of the Holy God's Soldiers. The silver lining, I supposed, was that he was gay, so there was no chance he'd come after me. Park Ji-bo looked at Arthas in the front row.

"It pleases me greatly that Student Council President Arthas has been placed in my class. I'll trust you with class president as well, yes?"

"Yes, sir. Of course."

"Good. You'll be class president. Now, as for vice president..."

True to form for a man whose brain was packed with muscle as well as his body — a marine, practically — he tossed democracy straight in the trash. Not that a vote would have elected anyone but Arthas as class president anyway. I deliberately leaned against Yu-ra to stay out of Park Ji-bo's line of sight.

"Ah. You there. You made a peculiar noise at the entrance ceremony."

"..."

I deliberately didn't answer. I was a sick girl on her period right now, after all. But Park Ji-bo didn't give a flying ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠fuck about any of that.

"You there, Oh Na-ho. I'm talking to you."

"Ah... yes, sir."

"Assist Arthas as vice president."

Me?

That?

Why?