The Academy's Celebrity (2)
A long line stretched from the auditorium entrance all the way past the sports field.
Before the event started, Hayeon, who'd come to cheer me on, let out a sigh at the sight.
"Are all these people really here just to see you?"
I was just as flustered. Sure, the academy had promoted it, but this was way beyond common sense.
"Eunha, you're seriously amazing... You're a full-on celebrity now."
Hayeon stared at me in disbelief.
Her expression was half worry, half shock.
"Why are so many people crowding in? It's like they know who I am or something. Is this normal?"
"You really have no idea? Your popularity at the academy right now is idol-level—no, even bigger."
Hayeon started counting off on her fingers, exasperated.
"Mysterious silver hair, unreal looks, and on your first day, you snapped that scary instructor's wrist? Word is your skills are insane. And the clincher..."
Hayeon hesitated, then lowered her voice.
"...is that those embarrassing moments from practical class have already spread all over school."
"What?! What the hell are you talking about? When did I ever do anything like that?!"
I jumped in shock, reviewing my past actions.
First day, no bra, teased by Park Dusik, nearly came from getting my ass spanked.
Dungeon practice, slime fluids soaked my clothes, nipples exposed.
Memory of staggering under Park Dusik's aphrodisiac.
Deep-kissing during that so-called resonance practice until my legs gave out.
...Yeah, a lot had happened. But by this hypnosis-plagued city's standards, it was nothing major. So why the huge crowd?
"Even the special class kids know your name. Some from our year joined your fan club, you know?"
Hayeon's words left me reeling.
I knew I was the ya-game protagonist, but this kind of popularity? No thanks.
Call it popularity all you want—it basically meant I was the whole school's jerk-off fantasy.
"Hoo... Calm down. It's just talking, right?"
To steady my pounding heart, I grabbed a mental barrier potion from Hayeon.
"This should help, yeah?"
"Yeah. It'll reduce hypnosis or aphrodisiac effects. Won't block them completely, but at least your reason won't shut down and make you screw up. You're good."
With Hayeon's encouragement, I downed the potion.
No intense shock like before—just a cool sensation sliding down my throat, clearing my mind.
"Alright. I'm off."
"Eunha. If anything happens, scream right away. Got it?"
With grim resolve, I entered the booth.
Inside: a small table, two chairs, and cozy decor.
Ding-a-ling—the first male student entered.
I clenched my fists, tense as hell.
What if he lunges? What do I say to weird questions?
Worst-case scenarios flooded my head.
"U-um... I'm a fan! Saw you at orientation and fell head over heels—you're so pretty."
But the guy was shaking even harder than me.
He couldn't meet my eyes, just fidgeted with his fingers, face beet red.
His reaction was so unexpected, I got flustered.
"Ah... Thanks?"
"Wh-what are your hobbies? N-no, like favorite foods...!"
The questions were painfully normal. Like a pure fan meeting a real idol.
After days of lecherous hypnosis-soaked guys, this wholesome dude made a natural smile creep onto my face.
"No real hobbies... Love pork cutlets or spicy pork stir-fry."
"Ah, meat's the best! Protein for awakeners, right... I-I do gym as a hobby..."
The chat was wholesome and peaceful.
...Almost boringly so.
The bland talk didn't last. Before five minutes, he stood first.
"Um... One last handshake?"
I hesitated, then took his hand.
First time gripping a rough guy's hand like this, all proper.
"Whoa... Your hand's so soft... Thanks! Train hard... I mean, resonance hard!"
He left beaming like he'd won the world.
The next two were similar.
All shy, peeking at me, offering timid gifts or handshakes.
One hyperventilated on sight and got carted to the nurse.
What? Way easier than I worried.
My tension felt silly now.
Potion effect? Or just pure students? No sexual vibe at all.
But as time passed, a weird unease bloomed in my chest.
...Boring.
Normal talk. Polite manners. Proper distance.
This was the normal world I wanted.
So why?
My heart stayed quiet, body cooling.
No stimulus, no pressure—this peace unnerved me.
My body was trained already.
Hot pain from Park Dusik's rough spanks.
Suffocating fear under subway molester's force.
Violent pleasure from Lee Seojin's fingers ravaging my sensitive spots.
As bad statuses piled up, my body optimized for coercion.
Trash body feeling pleasure from forced wrist grabs over gentle shakes.
Masochistic instinct throbbing low when insulted over kind words.
I truly realized what my stacking Ero Status meant.
"Haa..."
The mental barrier potion kept my mind sharp, letting me see myself coldly.
But it didn't quench the body's thirst.
Clear-headed suppression of my slutty cravings hurt more.
Flailing between boredom and self-loathing—
Ding-a-ling.
The booth door opened. A familiar face from memory.
The nameless guy from last week's martial arts class who'd stolen my lips under resonance pretense.
Wait, I was pretty into it then too...
Pre-self-awareness of hypnosis—no count.
Unlike others, he didn't hesitate.
Sat boldly, smiled confidently at me.
"Hey, Eunha. Nice seeing you here again."
His voice dripped odd confidence.
I sensed danger instinctively, straightened my back, on guard.
"Didn't tell me your name after resonance—hurt my feelings. Second-year Class 2, Kim Jinwoo."
"Don't care about names. No business? Out. Five minutes only."
My ice didn't faze him.
He leaned over the table, closing in.
"Eunha, you're a great actress. Those idiots lining up think you're some prim ice goddess."
His hand reached for my cheek.
I swung to slap it away—somehow, he was faster.
...I saw it clear, but couldn't resist his wrist grab.
"But I know the truth. During that kiss... you loved it. Tongue out first, slurping my spit, moaning like a slut—still burned in my eyes."
"Wh-what bullshit!"
"Fools buy your act, but not me. You hate this boring chat, right? Want it rougher, hotter. Admit it."
His eyes gleamed.
Through resonance, he'd pierced my hidden slutty side—even from me.
"Let go! Force it and you get penalty points!"
"Penalty? Who cares. This is academy, you agreed to it. Resonance promo allows this contact, yeah?"
Jinwoo gripped harder.
Pain hit. Then, at pain's edge, unwelcome thrill rose.
Trait Activated!
No...! I drank the potion! Snap out of it!
Will screamed, body betrayed.
Heartbeat raced, nipples hardening inside my shirt.
He caught it. Grinned sleazily, stood, strode over.
"Five minutes? Nah, one's enough. Gonna reconfirm what a slut you are."
He hugged rough.
No time to resist—my breasts crushed mercilessly against his hard body.
...My face twisted pathetically, obvious even to me.