Achilles' Naked Humiliation and the Spear's Betrayal

Teasing Akillera's flustered expression was fun enough, but I craved something even more stimulating. And every guy in the class was thinking the exact same thing. I could tell just from their faces.

"Don't know the meaning of stark naked? What's with those panties? Guess even her brain's made of muscle."

"You bastard...! I'll rip you limb from limb and chew you up...!"

"Ooh, scary. Makes me wanna piss myself."

No matter how furiously she spat those words with that look like she wanted to explode, it just made her more of a laughingstock. Akillera's face, flushed with shame, was a delicious meal all on its own.

"To think I'd lose to a lowlife villain like you...!"

Even as she grumbled, Akillera slowly stripped off her underwear. The bra came off first. The students' eyes widened like saucers.

"Oh ho! Pink nipples, huh. Surprisingly little muscle on those tits? Nice and squishy fat instead."

Her breasts, compressed by the bra, looked at least C-cup. What an incredible figure. Sure, a ripped muscle girl's body had its appeal, but this perfectly balanced physique was nothing to sneeze at either.

I barked roughly at Akillera, who was covering her chest.

"Pants off too. Hands away. Unless you don't care about this girl's life."

Akillera obeyed my command. Those eyes burning with venom—she was clearly calculating the perfect moment to stab me in the back. Better not let my guard down.

Her panties slid ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠down slowly. The male students, who'd been holding their breath until then, finally erupted.

"Holy shit...!"

"So that's what a girl's pussy looks like! First time seeing one!"

"This is Leon Mask!? Can't help but admire him!"

How did it feel to suffer humiliation from the very hostages she was trying to save?

Even a righteous hero like Akillera had to be pissed at that.

Now fully naked, Akillera glared at me with utter humiliation. She looked ready to kill me on the spot.

Of course, if killing intent alone could do the job, she wouldn't be in this mess.

"I've done what you wanted! Now let the girl go!"

"You haven't thanked me yet. Slam your forehead to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the floor in that state and say, 'Thank you for the hostage swap.'"

"You psycho!"

Akillera couldn't hold back and spat out the curse.

But what then?

Gonna refuse?

"Not gonna do it? Heh. Then all that humiliation was for nothing. No swap."

"You coward...!"

Foul language finally spilled from Akillera's lips. A major victory.

"I'll tear you apart...!"

Muttering that, she slowly dropped to her knees.

Not just the boys—even the teachers' gazes locked onto her. Especially the guys behind her; their excitement peaked. Hormones exploding at a moment like this.

Instinct for reproduction was one hell of a thing.

"Perfect view from here!"

"Hey! Switch seats with me!"

"Fuck off! This prime spot's not for sale at ten million won!"

Prostrated flat on the floor with her head bowed, her most precious parts were fully exposed without restraint. No way hormonal teenage boys could stay calm at that sight.

Akillera's hands trembled with rage, but she didn't defy my order. Well, technically, she couldn't.

"Urgh...! Please exchange the hostage...!"

"Not polite enough."

I stomped on Akillera's head with my foot. Cheers erupted from the boys at the same instant.

"Whoa, fuck! Like something out of porn!"

"Glad I'm alive for this!"

"You pervy guys! Turn away!"

The sharp cry from what looked like the class rep—a girl—did nothing to cool the boys' fever. I ground my foot into Akillera's head deliberately, making her even more ashamed.

"Urgh...! I beg you! Please exchange the hostage!"

Her voice softened a bit from before. But I could feel the massive rage bottled up inside.

Fine by me.

No—made it even better.

A woman's face enduring humiliation was endlessly entertaining.

"Fine. Since you begged so nicely, we'll swap."

I grabbed the nape of Akillera, who was pressed flat before me. With my other hand, I released the girl I'd been holding.

I pulled Akillera into my arms. Her spear was far away.

"Hiding tits this big under clothes? Such a waste."

I kneaded her soft, squishy breasts like dough. The vivid sensation lingering on my palm sent pure ecstasy through me.

"These aren't for trash like you to see!"

"Haha. That trash is groping your tits right now. Like this. Nice and squishy~"

Akillera's breasts were cozy pillows. Watching them jiggle and deform under my hands was a feast for the eyes.

Most of the boys' stares were glued to those tits. A few glanced at her sparsely haired pussy.

"That'll be your last words! Bucephalus!"

Akillera shouted her spear's name. The power of one of her abilities: 'Spear with a Will.'

Her spear, Bucephalus, far away, shot toward her own abdomen.

That was why she'd endured all that humiliation and bowed to me.

In this scenario, it'd pierce right through Akillera's body.

Even then, she clung to me tightly, refusing to let go. Thanks to her other ability: 'Spear that Doesn't Harm Its Owner.' I'd be the only one skewered.

Shallow trick. Time Pose.

I activated Time Pose. The whole world turned gray.

But the flying spear didn't stop. Probably because the curse dwelling in it counted as Bucephalus's item effect—an Akillera exclusive. Time Pose couldn't halt passive skills or item effects.

However, the force binding me to Akillera definitely weakened.

I casually shoved her off and dodged Bucephalus. Its sharp tip carried destructive power—even one graze would cause massive internal damage.

I munched a date palm fruit to recover my strength, then evaded Bucephalus's pursuit. One of its powers: 'Spear that Tracks Infinitely.' It kept coming after me.

"A masterless spear's nothing."

I slashed Bucephalus at an angle with my Light Saber, sending it crashing to the ground. Then I stomped it repeatedly to ensure it couldn't track me anymore.

Crackle!

A powerful current surged from Bucephalus. True to its picky nature, it wouldn't let unauthorized hands touch it.

But Bucephalus's power couldn't match mine. I healed with Light Heal while suppressing it. With Akillera fully restrained, Bucephalus couldn't overpower me on its own.

Crackle-crackle!

The power struggle between Bucephalus and me continued. Subjugating it here would steal ownership from Akillera. And that wasn't hard for me.

"Submit, or I'll break you."

Crackle-crackle-crackle!

Bucephalus unleashed fierce currents, as if daring me.

Fine. Let's see you try. I'm no spear user anyway. Bucephalus was a top-tier item, sure, but I had zero interest in keeping a rabid dog that bit its master. Break all you want.

"True KHC - Foot Kick"

Vrrr!

Mana and inner power converged on my right leg stomping Bucephalus. The force, focused to a point and released mysteriously, exploded in a supreme KHC kick. My foot struck the floor.

Boom!

The shock was so intense, part of the classroom floor caved in. Bucephalus took massive damage too—its currents weakened.

Crackle-zzt!

Bucephalus seemed desperate, pleading for dialogue.

Finally realizing its predicament. Slow judgment, as expected from a brainless ego weapon.

"Submitting now?"

Zzt!

Seemed like yes. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Two more kicks and it'd shatter completely.

The classroom wouldn't have survived that.

Lucky it submitted quick.

I lifted Bucephalus. A tingling current flowed through me—like its power merging with mine. It had acknowledged me as master.

"Excellent."

Got the spear and a title. Spears aren't my thing, but snagging a gem like Bucephalus was worth celebrating. Even if I didn't use it, I could give it to someone else—as long as ownership didn't revert to Akillera.

Time Pose ended right on cue. Akillera shouted desperately.

"Bucephalus!"

But it didn't return to her. It was in my hand.

An incomprehensible betrayal for her. The spear meant to attack me was now mine.

"Urk! What did you do!? Bucephalus! Attack that guy!"

Akillera's face paled as she commanded it. She'd realized the link was severed. The spear was mine now.

"What the... Impossible!?"

"Urgh! Bucephalus! Restrain your former master!"

Bucephalus crackled toward Akillera. Its currents formed chains, binding her. Another of its powers. A lightning spear through and through.

"Bucephalus! Why!? Why submit to that man!?"

"A weapon like this is wasted on a woman. Bucephalus instinctively knew its true master should be a man. Heh! Let's adjust the pose a bit."

I ordered Bucephalus to reposition her restraints for maximum viewing pleasure. Arms yanked overhead, exposing beautiful armpits; legs spread wide, pussy on full display.

"Hey, you."

I eyed a boy in the front row.

"Y-Yes!"

"Got a smartphone? Log into TwerkingTV and stream this live right now."

TwerkingTV was Fine Company's internet broadcast platform. Used to have a different name—I changed it.

"Yessir!"

The boy filmed Akillera's pussy with his phone. Blood trickled from his nose.

"Urgh...! Bucephalus! Release me!"

Akillera's expression—betrayed by her trusted ego weapon—was priceless.

Her summoner, Jin Jae-seung, slyly slipped a hand into his uniform pants.

No way. Jerking off in this situation?

What a legend.