9. First Sparring
9. First Sparring
Anyway, one of the things I really liked about possessing the character Yuriel was that—
"Yuriel wins. Sparring ended. You over there, take the fallen student to the infirmary."
"Ah, yes, y-yes sir!"
I didn't need to go out of my way to hide my strength and pretend to be a loser.
Within [Academy Effort One-Tool Gladiator], Yuriel possessed the absolute greatest talent in the entire world, undeniable to anyone. At the same time, she was the goal that the protagonist bastard Siwoo ultimately had to surpass. Well, he didn't end up surpassing her in the end, though.
With her ruined attendance record and the fact that she'd fall asleep at the drop of a hat, Yuriel never got good grades on midterms or attitude scores, meaning she'd never actually snatched the title of top student. But even so, not a single student at Seowol Academy could deny that she was the absolute apex of this place.
Just when people were starting to forget about her, her occasional feats exerted a huge influence not just on the protagonist, but on the other characters as well. Whether that influence was positive or negative.
Various emotions like inferiority complex, envy, jealousy, adoration, and awe toward her talent. Most of the main characters in [Academy Effort One-Tool Gladiator] were directly or indirectly influenced by her, motivating themselves, falling into despair, or causing conflicts. Amidst all that, the ones meant to grow grew, and the ones meant to fall corrupted.
Therefore, in a way, Yuriel's bullying of no-name fodder was absolutely necessary for the plot to progress. And that fact was a massive advantage for me. I didn't need to waste my emotions listening to the bullshit of arrogant little bastards.
Skipping the first class—a public sparring session where students gauged each other's abilities—felt a bit much. So I forced my already half-closed eyes open after asking Siwoo to wake me up, and my vision caught the sight of a blue-haired guy being carted off to the infirmary, glaring at me with an expression full of pure rage.
Was it Cal Edward? A typical punk-ass character forced into the early parts of a web novel just to dish out some sweet catharsis.
He was the legitimate son of a ducal family, bragging about his parents' jobs—which nobody asked about—or how amazing his ancestors were, wielding vaguely strong combat power just because he hailed from a supposedly reputable household.
He must have taken quite a liking to me, because when he walked right up to my desk and said, "You, become my concubine," I genuinely thought he was a complete lunatic. I never expected to hear such absolute bullshit during my precious waking hours, which were limited to just six hours a day. When I told him to fuck off, his pride seemed deeply wounded; his face turned beet red—clashing hilariously with his hair color—and he glared at me, which looked pretty pathetic.
He even brought up his father, rambling on about how he'd make sure I never sat in a high position for the rest of my life or whatever. It was a good thing that bastard Siwoo was having a meeting with the instructor, otherwise all hell definitely would have broken loose. I probably would have landed a hook straight to his face the moment he spewed that nonsense about becoming his concubine.
"Hey, go easy on him. You're killing the kid's motivation."
As I stood there mindlessly watching the blue-haired punk get carried away on some bespectacled guy's back to the infirmary, that bastard Siwoo walked up beside me and pressed a cold cup of ice against my cheek.
"What the, when did you get here? You scared me."
"Nobody's gonna believe you're scared with a face as lifeless as a deflated balloon. Look at you not even flinching when I touch an ice cup to your cheek."
"My body is just plain insensitive, what can I do? Anyway, thanks for the drink."
"Pfft, well, yeah."
Why the hell is he suddenly giggling? Maybe because I drank it right after sparring, but the ice water Siwoo gave me tasted strangely sweeter than usual. It even felt... like, just a tiny bit sticky...?
"Hey, did you spit in this?"
"Are you out of your mind? Why would I spit in it?"
"......Well, that's true. Is my tongue acting weird or something?"
"Why?"
"Nah, this water feels kind of sticky. Just a tiny, tiny bit, though..."
"If it's just a tiny bit, then just drink it. You won't die from it."
"That's true."
Gulp, gulp.
The faint stickiness of the ice water quickly vanished as I kept drinking. Did my tongue really go weird?
"Ah, refreshing."
"You bitched and moaned the whole time only to finish it all. Not even a 'thank you'."
"......So, is class over for today?"
"Probably?"
Students could choose their sparring partners, but the order of the matches was drawn randomly. Because of terrible luck, Blue-hair and my match ended up being the very last one, which shot the anticipation for it through the roof. The young master of a prestigious ducal family versus the commoner girl who flatly rejected his advances. Just hearing about it was enough to get hearts racing. Well, true to the saying 'a much-hyped feast has nothing to eat', the match was decided in a mere five seconds, though.
Maybe Cal's sparring match left that strong of an impression. Even after the situation was mostly sorted out and the instructor was dishing out textbook advice like, "Don't get too frustrated if you lost this match, but don't get too arrogant just because you won—," right up until the class ended completely, the gazes of the classmates remained pinned on me.
"Hey, look at the kids' eyes. They're all staring at you while pretending not to."
"Obviously. Because I'm the strongest one here."
At that exact moment, everyone's gazes slammed into me—from the bastards sneakily glancing over pretending not to look, to the ones staring blankly right at my face. As a bonus, bastard Siwoo hissed in shock, "Hey, you moron!"
"Ah, did I say that out loud?"
"Yeah. A lot."
"Well, whatever. It doesn't matter. It's the truth."
With those words, I leisurely strolled out of the sparring arena, ignoring all the gazes pouring down on me. I could vaguely sense what kind of emotions were mixed into those looks. But so what? Now that I'd shown my capabilities, my rude remarks were no longer just rude remarks. Besides, provoking the students like this was practically my job anyway.
"Seriously, Yuriel, what the hell are you doing?"
Siwoo, who had tagged along right behind me like a puppy, glared at me with dissatisfaction and tapped my shoulder as he spoke.
"What."
"If you pull aggro like this starting from day one, how are you gonna survive academy life?"
"I don't really care. I never planned on making friends anyway. And it's true that I'm the strongest, right?"
"......You didn't plan on making friends?"
Siwoo asked me with a look of shock so intense that I wondered if I had ever seen his eyes go this wide before. Why is he so surprised? He looks even more shocked than when I pulled aggro back in the sparring arena.
"I already knew I wasn't the type with great social skills. And seeing nobles strutting around like they own the place makes me not want to get close to them at all."
Sure, there are characters who aren't like that, but most of them are girls. I'm still a bit awkward talking to pretty girls. My face is expressionless as it is, what am I supposed to do if I can't even speak properly? And if they're guys, they'd probably just try to hit on me again.
"......Hrm, is that so......."
"Why?"
"No, just thinking."
"Just what, spit it out."
"So besides that... is there no other reason?"
"Yeah. In the first place, you're the only person I need to support me anyway."
True to a web novel overflowing with delusions, the dormitories at Seowol Academy in [Academy Effort One-Tool Gladiator] were all single rooms, and boys and girls dorms were thoroughly mixed together. It was completely absurd in reality, but thanks to that, Siwoo and I were able to live in rooms right next to each other in cozy harmony.
"Hey, aren't you trusting me a bit too much? I'm a guy too, you know?"
"Bullshit. Didn't you ruthlessly reject some girl's confession yesterday? Besides, if you pull any weird crap, I'll just wake up. Am I an idiot? Just quietly be my lackey."
"A lackey? Wow, listen to that harsh mouth."
"Whatever."
Truth be told, despite talking like this, I was actually quite grateful to Siwoo, who had been the biggest pillar of support for the human named Yuriel for over ten years since I possessed this world.
When I possessed this world, Yuriel was already an orphan. Siwoo was the one who readily reached out his hand to a child wandering the streets alone, with nowhere to be taken in and no one to look after her, which is why I could trust him.
It wasn't simply because he was the protagonist of a web novel who remained utterly dense and ended up with a no-romance ending. Knowing him over a span of more than ten years, and knowing Siwoo's genuinely kind true nature, I could safely turn my back to him without worry.
A thought that crossed my mind lately was that coming to this world might actually be a blessing. After all, a friend you can always trust and rely on is rare even in reality.
Of course, the way he's currently grinning as if he knows something makes him a little annoying, though.
"What are you grinning at, you bastard."
"Wow, look at her picking a fight with someone just for smiling now."
Thinking that my friendship with this guy would probably last quite a long time, I let out an involuntary snicker.
"Hah, hah, h-hick?!, h-hack?!"
"What are you grinning about now, look at this. Quietly take my cum, you slutty bitch."
I pulled out the dick buried deep inside the base of her womb, then slammed it back in while feeling her flesh squeezing hopelessly. Along with the dick buried down to the root, love juices shot out of her pussy like a water gun.
"Because you're the strongest? Because you're the strongest? Don't make me laugh. A bitch who goes completely paralyzed the moment a dick is shoved inside her."
"H-hiit, h-, h-hiit, hyaaaak......!"
Her first doggystyle.
Yuriel's appearance was quite pathetic, sloppily leaking juices both above and below from going completely into heat the moment a dick was shoved into her. To the point where you'd never guess she was the one who brutally crushed Cal Edward in sparring just an hour ago and received the envy and jealousy of other students.
"You fucking bitch! You just! Need to! Be my personal onahole!"
"H-hick?! Ha-ahout?! Hyaak!?"
Every time I slapped her soft ass and drove my dick deep into her womb, love juices poured out of her pussy accompanied by sweet moans. She must have been quite excited; Yuriel's legs were stiffened with tension, trembling violently.
Just a few months ago, I couldn't even dream of such rough sex, but thanks to considerable effort and various experiments, I learned that Yuriel's body was now one that wouldn't wake up from sleep no matter what. As long as I didn't pour mana directly into her pussy, Yuriel would never wake up unless time passed. No matter where I shoved my dick.
I thought deeply about what the reason could be, and it seemed Yuriel's body judged the sensations I gave her every time she slept as pleasure rather than pain. That was why if I poured mana into her most vital parts, she would immediately block it and wake up, but no matter how many times I spanked her ass, she would only ooze love juices and never wake up. The fact that she trusted me quite a bit probably played a part too.
Someday, I'll turn her into a body that cums every single time her ass gets spanked. With those thoughts, I kneaded her buttocks and poured the rising sensation of ejaculation straight into her womb.
"H-, h-hick!?!'"
"Ha, fuck. It squeezes so damn tight. Fucking bitch."
Slapping Yuriel's soft ass left and right, I used Cleanse to remove the semen I'd recklessly unloaded. Fucking Yuriel is great in every way, but at times like this, an inexplicable annoyance always pokes at me.
I naturally knew the reason. A man's instinct wanting to impregnate Yuriel with my cum was subconsciously reluctant to purify the womb where I had just creampied her using Cleanse.
"I'll stop at this level for now, but someday, I'll let you go about your academy life completely oblivious to the fact that I've unloaded inside you over and over. With your pussy stuffed full of cum. Sound good?"
"Hnn..., hnn..."
"Answer!"
"H-hick?!"
When I pulled my dick out and spanked Yuriel's ass, her squirming legs twitching like a frog along with the soft squishy sensation looked quite pathetic. She probably couldn't even dream in her wildest dreams that her body had become this lewd. Well, this is just the beginning, though. Now that we've come this far, there's no stopping.
"From now on, I'll manage the time you sleep. You might think you're just falling asleep because drowsiness washes over you like usual, but that's actually not the case."
Was it last week? I remember almost being royally screwed because she almost woke up in the middle of me violating Yuriel like usual. It was a good thing she was an idiot who blindly believed my lie that she came to wake me up because she was bored. Any other woman would have already slapped me with a sexual harassment lawsuit by now, you know?
Anyway, it had been a worry of mine for a while, but on that day, it became certain. Naturally, it would be dangerous, but somehow or another, I was going to control her sleep cycle.
And yesterday morning, I accidentally stumbled upon the method. I lost a bet and was giving Yuriel a massage when, out of frustration, I blew the special mana used to wake her up right into her neck, and she suddenly showed signs of exhaustion and fell right asleep.
I don't know the reason. The conclusion I finally came up with was that the special mana I poured into her for over three years might have become a sort of trigger for her sleep cycle, but the important thing was that I succeeded in putting Yuriel to sleep without any external factors.
There are still many areas to improve, like Yuriel regaining consciousness shortly after being put to sleep like that, but soon enough, I'll be able to control her sleep and waking hours however I want without any physical contact, just using a simple trigger. No, I will do it. No matter what method it takes.
If that happens, Yuriel will truly become my personal onahole in the truest sense of the word. One I can use whenever I want to use her, and dump inside whenever I want to cum.
Does Yuriel have any clue about these gloomy, depraved thoughts? Sweeping my gaze over her alluring body—which she deludedly believed had never been shown to anyone else—I pressed my dick right up against her nose.
Yuriel furrowed her brow briefly, seemingly unaccustomed to the smell of a dick. She parted her lips as if it was too hard to endure, but I gently closed them for her.
"Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. That's right. Good girl."
"Hnn..., hnn......"
"Yuriel. Do you know that even the nasal sounds you unconsciously let out make my lower half swell up like crazy? Huh? Yuriel?"
"Hnn....hnnn......"
"That's right. Drink it in to your heart's content. One month from now. Within a month, I'll turn your body into one that goes into heat just from smelling my cum, my sweat, no—just my natural scent."
"Hnnn..., hnnn......h-hick?!"
At the same time I rubbed my dick against her face, I shoved my fingers into her pussy and teased her inside and out. At this point, knowing where to rub to make her feel it more, or where to press down hard to make her spurt out juices, was no longer a difficult task for me.
"Now, Yuriel. You're going with my ejaculation. Got it?"
"H-hehe, h-heheh, hnnn-hick......!"
"And remember. The smell of this dick. So that wherever you go, whenever you smell this scent, you'll go into heat and ooze love juices."
"H-hyat, haaak, hyaaaaak...!?"
"Yuriel, I love you."
"H-hieeeik?!♥"
As I swept back and forth around Yuriel's clitoris, the moment the sensation of climax rose, I pressed down hard on the entrance of her womb—her most sensitive erogenous zone—and right alongside my ejaculation, her wet pussy tightened to the maximum and love juices spurted out. Yuriel's nose bridge twitched, her face entirely plastered in semen. The smell of semen imprinted alongside her orgasm probably wouldn't fade away easily from her subconscious for quite a while.
Watching Yuriel sniffle and struggle to breathe because her face was covered in semen, I let out an involuntary, soft chuckle.