The Initiation Ritual
With a carefree expression, Johan addressed the succubus fuming in his direction.
"Headbands? Yeah, I've collected a fair few."
"As expected~! Wow! You're amazing, Johan. As a student, and as a man."
"Eh, just average."
As Johan’s cheeks slackened at the succubus's syrupy voice, Bernehardt unconsciously clenched her fist.
"He’s not actually falling for her seduction, is he…?"
Succubi were masters of temptation. And Johan was right in the prime of his lustful youth. Could he really resist her sweet allure?
For now, the Johan on the screen showed no sign of it.
"Johan, you're incredible. Mind telling me how many you got?"
"Hmm… Probably just shy of fifty?"
"Whoa~! I barely managed one. Johan, could you spare me a few?"
"Hmm… For nothing in return?"
"Of course not~! You think I'd ask for free~? You sweated it out in battle, right? Want me to help you release somewhere else…?"
"Oh ho. That's a tempting offer."
"Right!? In exchange for the headbands, though."
"Depends on your performance."
Johan offered no resistance whatsoever. Bloodshot veins crept into Bernehardt's eyes.
"That bastard Johan!"
The succubus student grinned lewdly and tugged Johan's pants off with her mouth. Johan lifted his hips to make it easier for her. His cock was already rock-hard and straining.
"Whoa~! It's huge! You're top of the class down here too, Johan~!"
"Think you can take it in one go?"
"Hehe. This might be a challenge."
Bernehardt's eyes sparkled as she stared at Johan's thick, girthy shaft.
"I could swallow it whole… Johan, you punk! I'm gonna wreck you this weekend…!"
The succubus struggled to fit Johan's cock into her mouth. Johan grabbed her head roughly and shook it. It looked just like he was using a masturbation toy.
"Guhk! Guhk! Guhk! Guhk!"
The succubus choked and gasped in agony, but Johan didn't stop. If anything, he pistoned into her throat even faster.
"You want those headbands? You know what to do."
"Ughk!"
At Johan's words, the succubus went for a full deepthroat. Swallowing his massive cock all the way down her throat wasn't easy, even for a succubus.
But her lust-fueled desire made it possible. She took every inch of his enormous shaft.
"Ahh… Johan… I could do it even rougher for you…."
Bernehardt slipped her hand into her leggings without thinking. She felt a slick wetness down there. Seeing Johan's huge cock had made her body react. It was as if the succubus's mouth was her own.
"Johan…! Ah! Johan…!"
She'd have to clear her entire schedule this weekend. She wanted to drag Johan off right now and fuck him senseless, but she barely suppressed the urge, reminded of her duties as a teacher.
Bernehardt, who had been observing her student, had become an office lady lost in porn. A dark stain bloomed on her black leggings, as if she'd formed a puddle.
The exam was over. Results came out the day after the practical. I dominated the practical with overwhelming first place.
I aced the theory too. Top in swordsmanship was a given.
"Top and second place get the privilege of joining the student council. Johan, Vints. You're first and second in swordsmanship."
Teacher Bernehardt praised us in front of the class. Her gaze pierced my heart like a needle. Vints shrank back slightly under the intensity.
The swordsmanship students had witnessed my prowess in the practical, so no one questioned my top spot. If I wasn't first, that'd be weirder.
"I'll join the student council."
The reason I'd stolen the answer sheet to ace the theory was to join the student council—where Scarlett-senpai was.
Bernehardt nodded approvingly at my straightforward answer. Few would turn down such a privilege. The student council was the academy's power center.
"I'm good."
But Vints refused, unlike me. Typical of him. He cared little for power, only personal strength.
He probably figured joining meant a ton of hassle. And he'd be right.
"Alright? Then, Johan, take your transcript to the Student Council Hall after class. I'll let them know ahead."
"Got it."
After class, I headed straight to the Student Council Hall. Normally, you'd need entry permission at the gate, but thanks to Bernehardt's heads-up, I passed right through. No more annoying procedures once you're staff. Worth it already.
I found the secretary's office. Apparently, managing new joins was her job. I knocked on Scarlett-senpai's door, and her voice came immediately, like she'd been waiting.
"Come in."
"Yes. Coming in."
Senpai was reviewing documents as always. She spoke without looking up.
"Bernehardt told me. Didn't expect you to snag first. Congrats on joining."
"Huh? That's it? Joined just like that?"
"There's usually a process, but top scorers like you? I review the papers, send to the president, done. Your role here is assistant secretary. I never used one, but one won't hurt."
This brought me even closer to Scarlett-senpai. Huge win.
"Senpai. You didn't forget our weekend date, right?"
"It's not a date. But no, I didn't. Don't worry. I'm buried in work to clear time, so don't distract me."
Blunt dismissal from Scarlett-senpai. I wanted to rack up more points beside her, but sticking around would just tank my favor.
I closed the secretary's office door and stepped out, as she wanted.
"Student council member now, but nothing changes, huh."
As assistant secretary, probably no real duties. She'd handled it fine alone so far.
Her personality didn't scream "delegate" either. Wandering the hall like sightseeing, a burly beastman senior called out gruffly.
"Hey. You. Outsider? Need a pass."
Bear beastman in Drake uniform. Easily twice my size. Height over 2 meters easy.
"Uh, I'm staff now. Starting today."
"Oh? Top scorer recruit?"
He scratched his head, then grinned unpleasantly.
"Then you know about tonight's initiation, right?"
"Initiation? What's that?"
"Kuhk! Student council's ancient tradition."
Not in the original novel. Makes sense—original Johan never joined. But "initiation" reeked of shitty hazing.
Reminds me of Duran Dos.
Eradicating bad traditions was my mission.
"Tonight, 6 PM, Student Council Hall basement B101. Forget, and you're soup."
"Got it."
Stank of sleaze, but curiosity won. How creative were these student council punks? Better than Kegel, hopefully.
After casually touring the hall, it was time. Thought about asking Scarlett-senpai, but nah. Surprises hit best unspoiled. No need for self-spoilers.
Wonder what cute event they prepped?
Down to the basement—B101 door half-open, light leaking out. Not magic lamps on the ceiling, but small candles.
Dark room lit by candles screamed secret society meeting. Like the Seven Star Society's rumored gatherings.
Inside, candlelight revealed about twenty students sitting in a circle in the center, surrounded by seniors.
All in white conical hoods and robes. Seniors held small candelabras. Their spooky setup looked ridiculous.
"Last newbie's here! Hey! Get over here!"
The biggest hooded figure bellowed. Voice confirmed: daytime bear punk.
I played along, curious how far they'd go.
"Here okay?"
I slipped into the circle of seated newbies.
As I sat, the big bear raised his candelabrum skyward.
"Our student council is a tight-knit family bound by solidarity. In here, race, status, dorm—meaningless. Even Oracle's fine. We're family."
The bear's voice dripped menace. Newbie next to me shivered. The terror vibe made the air stiff.
"But to join the family, pass the test first. No test, no bonds! Luke!"
"Yes!"
A robed figure named Luke brought a huge basin filled with dark red liquid.
Sharp alcohol stench—wine. Drinking in academy violated rules. Student council breaking them casually.
Not surprising. This council was one of the academy's rotten cores.
"First, test your guts."
The bear kicked off his shoes and dunked his feet in. Red wine splashed our faces. Feet still in, he bellowed triumphantly.
"Empty this first. Use shoes to scoop and drink. Least drinker? Figure it out. Go!"
Newbies scrambled up, scooping booze with shoes. Pathetic sight, guzzling from their own footwear. I sat watching.
"Hey, asshole. See 'em drinking? Why you sitting?"
A hooded senior shoved a burning candle at me threateningly. I snatched it from his hand.
"Wha—!?"
Thud!
Punched his gut. He flew back, crashing into the wall with a boom.
"Wh-what!? That punk! What the hell?!"
"Wait! Ain't that the guy? The human who turned Sun and Hill into wastelands…."
Stir among the seniors. But the bear, feet in the basin, stomped over unfazed, dripping wine.
"What're you doing?"
"That's my question. What the fuck is this?"
"Student council tradition. Rejecting our ancient ways?"
Wait—did Scarlett-senpai do this shit too?
Nah, not her style. This was clearly the bear's shitty invention.
"No interest in boring traditions."
Newbies trembled back. Bear yanked off his hood, revealing a dumb bear mug. Not a major novel character.
"Punks who don't fear seniors need the stick."
"Lots said that. Know what happened to them?"
I lunged as I spoke.
"!?"
Thud!
Light jab blocked. Bear had surprising agility for his bulk. Decent basics to pull this crap.
But mid-tier at best, never top.
"Grab him, all!"
Hooded goons rushed. Some drew staves—mages and warriors mixed.
KHC Straight Fist!
Light straight fist to bear's gut. Totally different power and speed from before. He couldn't react, tumbling back.
"Eek!"
Onrushing students recoiled. I grabbed the nearest hooded one and ripped his hood.
Riiip!
Oh ho. Nice. A beauty.
Brown-haired stunner senior. Fox beastkin, probably. I shredded her white robe and inner clothes together.
Riiiip!
"Kyaaak!"
"Alright. Now I'll run the new initiation."
The senior-junior reversal world begins.