Chapter 56
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 56
Chapter Title: Goodbye, Academy (1)
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After carefully moving aside the leg draped over me, I rose from the bed without waking the girls.
The night view of Seoul from the balcony was breathtakingly beautiful.
Centered around the pristine white Academy building, the meticulously planned city sparkled with countless lights. The dazzling reflections of the high-rises danced across the Han River's surface, a feast for the eyes.
It was a luxury afforded by turning one of the Academy's top floors into my personal love hotel.
For a fleeting moment, I wished this could be reality.
'...Can't let myself get delusions, though.'
It was a sight so magnificent I hoped it was real, but this indulgence was nothing more than a tool for my revenge.
Up until now, it had been a revenge brimming purely with pleasure, free of hardships or setbacks—but losing myself in this bliss would be putting the cart before the horse.
The old me might have settled for this kind of "fake reality," but not anymore.
All realities, this one included, had to fall firmly within my grasp.
"The top floor of GK Tower... should offer a pretty similar view."
If my plan came to fruition, I could savor a lifestyle like this in the real world too.
'Now, time to head to the world of Server Room 4.'
The man who once bore the protagonist's fate, Seong Eoryeom, could no longer claim that role.
He had surrendered his protagonist's destiny to me, after all.
'That awakened trait of his...'
The supernatural ability he awakened was Tribute Masochist (A).
His new supernatural ability, Tribute Masochist, let him make requests in exchange for offering up his abilities to me.
He sacrificed his two abilities and begged me to keep sending him videos of me ravaging his girlfriend and little sister.
It had zero connection to his original goal of growing stronger, but as a fully conditioned netorare masochist, that's genuinely what he craved.
I still remembered the moment every element destined to make him a hero vanished—the screen flooded with scenario destruction alerts.
An insane barrage of popups, enough to overwhelm my vision, announcing the simultaneous destruction of countless scenarios.
The world damage spiked past 100% in an instant. The worldview twisted beyond what Server Room 5's processing power could ever fix.
'Goal of wrecking this world? Perfectly achieved.'
I stared at the button hovering in my status window, deep in thought.
Your worldview has been severely damaged.
Would you like to attempt recovery?
YES / NO
Hitting YES right now would let me breach the world under Server Room 4's control.
But first, I wanted to indulge in this altered world a little longer.
With departure from this world imminent, I craved one last taste of the distorted reality I'd crafted.
Leaving the balcony, I dressed and stepped out for a nighttime stroll to revel in the Academy's depraved new order.
The Academy housed 24-hour shops buzzing with activity. I popped into a convenience store and grabbed a condom.
"Ah, Teacher. Back again?"
Behind the counter was the dozy part-timer, Seo Ji-hye.
"Gonna use it right away? Want me to warm it up?" Her sense of normalcy had been warped by me.
Just like nuking a frozen sausage in the microwave, she offered an "in-store condom use" service.
Except for her, the warmer was her top and bottom holes.
"Tit pussy or mouth pussy?"
She made a crude gesture like gripping a cock with her fingers, tongue jabbing her cheek to mime it bulging from a thrust.
The kicker? She didn't see her actions as remotely sexual.
"You've been a huge help to the business, Teacher, so no purchase limits for you."
Once fretting over slim margins, her "consult" with me rewired her common sense.
[You are an extremely valuable person.]
[Everything in the store can be sold.]
[Selling valuable goods brings in big bucks.]
I'd mangled her ingrained notions, flipping her worldview so whoring out felt as natural as breathing.
Peddling herself—the store's priciest "item"—to boost revenue? Utterly routine now.
Grinning ear to ear, she slid me an A4 flyer.
It was an event promo sheet.
November Event Item! Paizuri Fellatio 1+1 with Condom In-Store Use!
Ongoing Coupon Accumulation Event!
Winter Limited Menu! Dick Womb 10-Min Massage Service 10% Off!
(Additional charges may apply for creampie)
Download Academy Shop App for 1 Free Handjob!
Accumulate 100 Coupons for Part-Timer Daily Use Pass!
A price chart lurked beneath the head-spinning promo blitz.
"Hehe, just like you said, Teacher—I jacked up the prices sky-high, but the customers won't stop coming!"
Absurd markup for "one condom," sure—but pocket change next to her services.
"Today, paizuri finish."
"Mouth pussy's included this month too—smart pick!"
Beaming, she punched the register.
"Processing 50,000 won!"
50,000 won to plow her tit pussy and mouth pussy, condom-clad.
I swiped Lee Sun-young's card and wedged my dick between her tits.
No undressing needed—the uniform was pre-slit for instant access.
Skirt bottom? Laughably short; a flick exposed her pussy.
"Every time I see it... you're incredible...♥ Mwah"
Shyly kissing my shaft, she mashed her breasts tight. Her vacuum-suction fellatio added wicked new thrills.
Savoring 50k worth of bliss, I ditched the condom.
"Add mouth cum."
"Yes...♥ Bill you after...♥"
She clutched my shaft, jerking to coax my load.
Her warm tongue cradling the glans... I blasted thick ropes straight down her throat.
"Mmph...♥ Hnngh...♥" Gulping like she relished the musky tang, throat working overtime to swallow every drop.
"...Mwah, haa...! Super fishy...♥" Beaming with pride, she bared her empty mouth as proof.
"Good you swallow the fishy stuff so well...♥" She chugged soda like mouthwash, quipping no need for midnight munchies.
Thrilled with the service, I paid the 10k mouth cum upcharge and headed for the seized items vault.
"This hour... yeah, figured."
As predicted, the vault blazed with light.
"Haa...♥ This...♥ so indecent...♥"
Instructor's keycard unlocked the door; the fevered moans sharpened as I neared.
"Smuggling lewd contraband onto campus as a student... such an unhealthy perversion...♥"
Inside: Song Jin-ah astride a massive dildo.
Nurse cap perched atop, pink micro bikini and stockings her only garb, lost in hardcore porn.
Not even human gear—a horse-cock replica, ridden cowgirl with frantic devotion.
Headphones clamped, porn-captivated, too deep in the zone to clock my arrival; hips pistoned away.
"Filthy toys like this... permanent confiscation...♥"
Caught diddling in the staff room, raped by me, opted for onahole existence. Trauma etched deep.
Porn addiction.
That lethal mix birthed her routine: "after-hours all-nighter wanks."
Shoulder tap—she finally registered me.
"...! Teacher Jung Jin-hyuk...!" Jolted, she lurched up—but the dildo snagged, zapping her mid-lift.
Squatting impaled, ass-to-dildo perch.
"Ugh, T-Teacher... no, Master... why here...?"
"Figured you'd be."
She bowed her head, flushed with shame.
"What're you up to?"
"...Studying how sexualizing jobs warps cadets' minds into depraved, fetish culture..."
"Bullshit." I groped her ass, the other hand slurping her sopping slit.
"Eeeek...♥ Watching nurse cosplay fuck vid...♥ dildo-jilling...♥"
"Moaning that loud at night? Begging for a spanking?" Her deepest wish: me forcing her again.
That rape memory? Pure bliss now, hardcoded in her brain.
"Yesss... Spank Jin-ah's pussy—pummel her womb with Master's cock...♥"
No sign of her old poise and polish in those sleazy pleas.
The sheer transformation? Pure delight. I claimed her mouth.
Faint lemony body whiff. Tongue danced in perfect sync.
Head angled to dodge nose-bumps, fervent liplock—meanwhile, grinding my meat on her plush belly, she purred:
"Jin-ah's womb dropped this low from sheer horniness...♥ Mwah..♥"
Slipping her pink collar's leash-end into my palm, she dropped to all fours.
"Masturbation junkie onahole Jin-ah... ravage at will...♥"
Then legs splayed obscenely, she sat—shame barely contained, voice husky:
"...Heel..♥"
Lust trumping pride? Utterly obscene. I railed the gorgeous wreck I'd forged, over and over.
Till dawn broke, classes loomed.