1. On the Way to the Academy
1. On the Way to the Academy
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......El.......
......Riel.......
......Yuriel......!
"Yuriel!!"
"Euh."
A roar that seemed to pierce my eardrums, and some kind of numbing shock — my consciousness, which had been sunk in sleep, also rose to the surface.
Wondering if a war had broken out, I leisurely shook my head from side to side, and saw Siwoo looking at me with an urgent expression.
"What."
"Time to get off the train. We're almost there."
"Ah."
Thanks. With that word, I brought my suitcase from the luggage rack back down to my spot. Of course, I didn't bother with the annoying process of walking a few steps, rising on my heels, and reaching out my hand. No, I didn't need to. 'Degree' would be the correct expression here.
If an ordinary mage wanted to teleport a suitcase right in front of their eyes, they would need 'some complicated process.' Drawing magic circles right in front of them and on the luggage rack with a special brush, pouring their mana into that spot, then matching the nature of the mana soaked in the ink with their own mana, and so on and so forth... They'd probably go through some complicated process like that, and at that point, they'd think it'd be better to just walk over and grab the suitcase. But I'm different.
I don't need to bother drawing magic circles here and on the rack, nor do I need to put in effort to pour mana into them. I just need to think.
I simply thought. I wish the suitcase would come in front of me.
And then the suitcase arrived right in front of me. That's all.
The reason is obvious. It's because I am Yuriel, the strongest talent in the history of the web novel [Academy Effort One-Tool Gladiator]'s world setting, and the daughter of the archmage Hameln.
The summary is simple.
Ten years ago, I read a trashy web novel called [Academy Effort One-Tool Gladiator], and as a result, I posted a long comment of about 5,700 characters in the review section.
And then I transmigrated. The end.
The memory of a direct train to another world falling from the top of the sky onto me while I was enjoying a walk is one of the rare moments I've had, but it doesn't seem particularly important now.
What's important is that I transmigrated into a character from that trashy web novel, and fortunately, the character I transmigrated into was Yuriel.
To be honest, being born as an extra and living smoothly without any major conflicts with the original work would be the best option. But since I transmigrated into a character in the story, transmigrating into Yuriel was truly the next best thing.
The reason is that she is the strongest talent in the history of the [Academy Effort One-Tool Gladiator] world setting — a genius character.
In the latter part of the work, when the author, for whatever reason, introduced a deus ex machina that could do anything if she just set her mind to it and stole the protagonist's spotlight, my heart was quite uneasy. But now that I've actually transmigrated into that character, the first thought that comes to mind is relief.
As the work's atmosphere grows more serious, toward the end, characters without abilities are mercilessly sacrificed. In that [Academy Effort One-Tool Gladiator], becoming a character whose survival is absolutely guaranteed — in fact, one who can eliminate the final boss and bring the story to a close — is nothing short of heavenly luck.
Since I have such deep affection for the work that I wrote a long comment of 5,700 characters, I possess a level of love and understanding for this novel that rivals anyone's. So, honestly, even if I had transmigrated into some third-rate villain rolling around somewhere in the academy, I'd have the confidence to survive.
But to transmigrate into Yuriel. The greatest genius in Wilhelm's history, with a talent that no other character can surpass! Well, it doesn't have no flaws, but still, at this level, it's insane luck.
As for the student council president, the final boss, I've already perfectly grasped every weakness through five readthroughs. Of course, with my current specs, I could easily defeat the final boss, but if possible, it'd be better to avoid conflict with the original work as much as possible.
My goal is to enroll at Seowol Academy, the main stage of the work, together with the protagonist Siwoo over the next year, live as invisibly as air, and only safely rescue the supporting characters who are unfortunately fated to die in the progression. That's all.
"What are you thinking?"
As I was organizing my thoughts like that, Siwoo next to me looked at me with a suspicious expression. This bastard. Damn, he's annoyingly handsome. Because of his alpha-male face that seems to follow the latest web novel trends, I furrowed my brows. Of course, thanks to my desensitized body, it doesn't show on the outside no matter what.
"......Nothing. Wasn't thinking much."
"But you're always expressionless, you know. Smile a bit, or cry or something."
"What nonsense."
It's not that I don't do it; it's that I can't. For some reason, with this body, unless emotions lean to an extreme, they don't show on the outside. I don't know whether to like this or hate it.
"We'll probably get off here, stay overnight, then take the train from Seowol Station tomorrow and go straight there in one go."
"I know that too."
"Augh, look at you being so cheeky. Would it kill you to speak a little more nicely?"
"Why should I?"
Anyway, once we get to the academy, he'll live a life where women won't just swarm around him but will be tripping over him. Ah, I'm getting angry again.
As is the trend of recent web novels, the protagonist Kim Siwoo, as soon as he enters the academy, gets entangled with all sorts of women — a princess, a noble lady, an assassin, a saint, the daughter of the Magic Tower Master, etc., etc. — and most of them fall for him quickly. Even in that situation, this bastard goes "Hmm. Eum. Hoo." and acts all guarded.
And in the end, when he didn't end up with anyone and got a no-romance ending all the way to the conclusion, I really wanted to beat the author to death. 2,700 of those 5,700 characters are about that. Asking if the protagonist is impotent.
There were more than a few times I wondered if this bastard was gay, given how uninterested he seemed in the women around him. Fortunately, he didn't lean that way, so that's a relief.
Well, after transmigrating, those qualities actually feel like advantages.
Thanks to his obviously handsome face, even when the snot-nosed little boys in the village tried to bully him for no reason and the girls ostracized him, this bastard, being the madman he is, showed no sign of it at all.
If he had ever made a move on me or shown any interest, I would have told him to get lost immediately. But over more than ten years, to Siwoo, Yuriel was just a really close neighborhood friend. That became the reason I ended up enrolling in the academy with him.
Of course, maybe because he's been hanging around with my lazy ass, compared to the original work, he's become a bit more self-righteous and cheeky. He doesn't make many friends either. No matter what he does, he finds it annoying.
When I asked him before if he had any intention of going to the academy, he said, "Why would I go? Can't I just live in the village?" I was really shocked at that. Aish, this bastard.
"What. Are you unconsciously staring because I'm too handsome?"
"Are you crazy?"
"It could be. My face isn't just a little handsome."
"Shut up and let's go to the inn. I'm fucking tired because I didn't get enough sleep earlier."
With a slight feeling of nausea at his annoyingly handsome smile, I turned my head, put one hand in my pocket, and dragged my suitcase as I walked toward the inn. Because I hadn't slept enough earlier, I was extremely heavy. So much so that if I didn't put strength into my eyes, I'd lose consciousness immediately.
The reason I considered it the next best thing rather than the best, even after transmigrating into Yuriel, the strongest talent in the world setting and the daughter of the archmage Hameln — this girl, Yuriel, sleeps too much. Really, way too much.
She needs at least 18 hours of sound sleep per day, and at the slightest provocation, she can't resist drowsiness and collapses on the ground. Plus, once she falls asleep, she won't wake up unless a considerable shock is applied to her body.
Because of this fucking body, I always needed someone to be with me.
If the someone next to me were another man, they might take advantage of my sleep to do dirty things to my body. But since that someone is this bastard right next to me, I can always fall asleep feeling safe.
There's also the option of being with a woman, but honestly, women are still a bit difficult. I probably won't have any friends besides this Siwoo bastard when I get to the academy. Thinking that made me a bit depressed.
"Hey, if you're that tired, just sleep. I'll carry you on my back."
"Bullshit. You're just going to record that and play it on loop again...."
"Come on. Just get on. You can't even hold your head up."
"Nonsense, I'm still...."
Siwoo chuckled and hoisted my body, which was swaying left and right unable to keep its center due to drowsiness, onto his back.
Even though I usually bicker with Siwoo like cats and dogs, picking fights over trivial things, at times like this I'm honestly a bit grateful. So much so that I wish I'd had a best friend I could trust to lean my back on like this in my past life too.
If the someone carrying me on their back were any other human being instead of Siwoo, I would have squeezed out my remaining mental strength to reach the inn on my own. But because it's Siwoo, I can fall asleep feeling safe.
I always spit out nasty words, and at times like this, I let out a slight sneer at myself for feeling grateful, and drifted off to sleep on his broad shoulders.
*
"......Hoo."
I hummed a tune as I gently laid the Yuriel I was carrying on the bed.
The sensation of her soft body pressing down on my shoulders, following gravity, was quite intoxicating. Of course, from now on, I'll be doing something so intoxicating that it won't even compare.
Naive bitch.
How can this bastard trust me so much and fall asleep so completely? Well, my excellent acting played a part.
I've already fallen for her since our first meeting, and it's been over five years since I realized this subtle feeling is a sticky, obsessive crush. But through plausible acting, she still thinks I just consider her a close buddy.
She's supposed to be the genius of geniuses. Can't she figure this out? It's laughable.
"Hey, don't you know? Huh? You lewd bitch."
I naturally pressed Yuriel's chest with my foot and moved it around. My personal onahole, the self-proclaimed once-in-a-millennium genius, was breathing softly, unaware that her body was being treated like a doormat by the man she trusted.
After working my mana hard enough to give me a headache and checking Yuriel's condition, the time it would take for her to wake up on her own was about four hours. Enough time to cum several times.
There's only one way to wake Yuriel in this state. Touching her cunt and flowing special mana into it. Other than that, no amount of doing anything — even shoving my dick in — will wake her.
She probably thinks she woke up because I was loud, but if she could wake up from something like that, you wouldn't have struggled with sleep so much. After flowing mana into her cunt, watching Yuriel wake up groggy and confused, sending me a look asking what's up, is one of the pleasures.
I unfastened the buttons of her cardigan, which wrapped tightly around her body, one by one. As I removed the white hoodie from behind, her pale skin and plump breasts came into view.
"Hey, what's with not wearing a bra? Do you get off on the fact that you don't wear one? Answer."
Knowing Yuriel's personality, she probably doesn't wear one because it's uncomfortable. But ignoring that fact entirely, I don't hesitate to say things that would make her furious if she heard them.
"Look at you not saying you don't get off. Aish, you lewd bitch. Why don't you just stay in the village as my personal onahole instead of trying to enroll in an academy as an onahole?"
"......."
"Right? Hey, onahole. Answer."
"......Heut."
"Pfft, it's hilarious that you get off just from me rubbing your nipples with my foot."
When I first violated her, her body was so desensitized I thought she had sexual insensitivity. But now, just from a few rubs with my foot, her tiny nipples are already standing erect.
"From now on, I'm going to develop you until you climax just from your clothes brushing against you. So know that. I'll consider you an onahole who gets off just by walking when you wear a bra. Okay?"
"......Heu...."
"Answer!"
"Heut!?"
Yuriel's body, which had been thoroughly developed over the three years since she became an adult, had reached a point where just gently rubbing her nipples with my foot would soon make her spray love juice and cum. It's probably not enough to interfere with daily life yet, unfortunately, but just wait a little longer. Soon, I'll turn her into a body so lewd she can't even live a normal life.
Actually, I wasn't planning to rush Yuriel's training this quickly. I was planning to live with her in a small village, slowly, over about five more years, cooking her without her noticing. But this personal onahole, not knowing her place, insisted on enrolling in the academy. So I had to revise my plans.
I'll use every method imaginable — hypnosis, aphrodisiacs, and all. Of course, I haven't used them yet, but I plan to soon.
One year from now. Within that year, I'll train her so that just smelling the scent of my dick makes her cum. The sight of Yuriel, pushed to her limit, makes my lower body swell just imagining it.
"Ah, fuck. Look at the love juice on her panties. Hey, onahole. Because of you, I have to go through the trouble of using a cleanser."
"......."
"Answer."
"......."
"Answer!"
"Ha-eut!?"
Along with Yuriel's sweet moan, her cunt clenched my dick like crazy. Just from shoving my dick in, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, and a sweet moan leaked from her lips.
Yuriel thinks she's desensitized, but in reality, she's more sensitive than anyone. No, it would be more accurate to say I made her sensitive. But only I know that.
Imagining the day when she's awake and cumming just from me rubbing her belly with my hand, I shook my hips in rhythm with the onahole's gushing love juice.