Chapter 7. I Got an Ability—And It's a Badass One at That
Was there any guarantee I'd only ever devour a single futanari cock?
No. Not a chance.
Looking back, that something inside me had been craving it all along—even back when students were casually giving off that sweat-soaked, reeking stench of cock without a care in the world. And of all of them, it showed a particular fixation on Roselyn's: the biggest of the bunch, and the first one I'd ever tasted.
"If I really do end up eating other cocks too..."
I ran a little thought experiment—futanari cocks, one after another, until eventually I'd worked through every last one in Year 2—and imagined what came after.
"Evelyn, I'm counting on you again today."
They'd call me out to an empty classroom like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Ah, you were backed up good and proper. Nice work, Evelyn."
They'd dump a thick load inside me and leave without so much as a backward glance.
"Huh? Already used? Look at all that cum pouring out. Kinda gross that it's mixing, but she's holding her ass up begging to get pounded, so pound her I will."
Another futanari would walk in right behind her, and before I could even drain the first load, I'd be pumped full all over again.
And maybe...
"Evelyn, we've been waiting for you."
"Hurry up and spread that pussy."
"Hey, there's no hole here?"
"There's the ass, isn't there? Just pound that one."
Mouth, pussy, ass—didn't matter. Every hole I had, taking cock and cum without exception. A future like that... as Noctis Academy's public cum dump...!
The fantasy of me—formerly a man—trapped in a woman's body... no, past the point of merely being a woman, turned into a complete bitch in heat and passed around, used over and over by futanari... it was too horrifying for words.
'What's this? Having a seriously hot little fantasy there, aren't we? Want me to make it come true for you?'
And then the voice in my head just had to pile on. I was shaking my head violently over my lunch when the scream burst out of me.
"Kuaaaaargh!"
"Gah! Evelyn, you okay...?"
"Ah... s-sorry."
"Haaah... I hate this so much."
"Is the school-store bread really that bad?"
"N-no, it's not that..."
In the world of Neon Fall, the lore said academies that provided lunch were rare—and Noctis Academy was one of the ones that didn't. Back when I first played, I had no idea why that detail was even in there.
"Mmm~ Sooo yummy! Evelyn, wanna try a bite of my bread?"
It existed for the events that would trigger while you were alone with a heroine over lunch.
As a player, I'd marveled at the grand design behind it. Now, though...
"N-no... I'm good."
Because the futanari around me were carrying cocks far thicker than the king sausage in the hot dog I was eating at this very moment.
Also, why does she keep hers hanging out?
"Roselyn, your cock keeps showing."
"Mmph, mmph... Mmm? Oh, it was uncomfortable, so I let it out for a bit. It's fine as long as the teachers don't catch me."
What even is this world?
The futanari thing alone had been ominous from the start, but common sense itself had gone sideways in a way that felt like an uncanny valley.
So this is what they call "altered common sense," huh.
"Roselyn, you're gonna get caught and chewed out again."
"The teachers get it, though. Worst they do is a verbal scolding."
"Honestly, Roselyn's got a point. With a monster like that, no way it stays tucked in your panties."
There she was, nonchalantly munching away at bread with her limp cock hanging out between her legs; the students who saw it barely batted an eye, and the teachers never handed down anything severe like expulsion.
The only one who couldn't blend in naturally was me.
"I'm full. Guess I'll stop here."
"Already? You've only had half."
It's because of that cock, okay? It kept snagging my gaze.
The sausage tucked inside my bread kept looking like a cock, and every time it did, what had happened earlier came flooding back.
"Roselyn! The President's coming!"
"What?! No way—she patrols during lunch too?!"
At the news that the Disciplinary Head had appeared, Roselyn shot up from her seat and hastily crammed her long cock back into her panties.
"P-President... what brings you to our class?"
"I am on patrol. Pay it no mind."
Before long, a woman with long blue hair and ice-blue eyes stepped into the classroom, her footsteps crisp and measured.
With an icy presence to match her tone of voice and eyes that slanted sharply at the corners, she gave off a fierce impression. Her name was Cassadia Jupiter—Student Council President of Noctis Academy.
She placed the academy's customs and discipline above the freedom of its students, and she was so rigidly devoted to that single cause you could safely assume she cared about nothing else.
It was precisely because of that personality that she couldn't stand the protagonist—the academy's one and only male student.
Something about how the mere existence of a boy throws the school's morals into disarray, or whatever.
She was also the hardest heroine to capture in all of Neon Fall.
For the record, her chemistry with Roselyn was abysmal.
"Roselyn. Wearing those strange piercings again, I see."
"President, the academy rules don't say a single word about piercings being banned. Same with makeup. So that means no problem, right?"
Jupiter looked down at Roselyn with open displeasure, while Roselyn hummed a taunting little tune through her nose and kept munching away at her bread.
Just as Roselyn said, Noctis Academy's rules contained nothing forbidding makeup or accessories. That was a rule of the past.
In the old days, Noctis Academy had enforced the strictest of regulations. But as the times changed, students grew resentful of those rules, enrollment steadily dwindled, and the academy was forced into sweeping reform.
Jupiter had held the presidency since before all that, and she had been the student who fought the rule changes with the most passionate defiance.
Which reminded me—was Jupiter a futanari too?
If seventy percent of the student body was futanari, then the odds that she was one as well were very real.
Should I test it?
"Madam President."
She turned at the sound of my voice, and her very first words were a shock.
"What are you?"
Wow. The sheer audacity.
This was the exact line Jupiter used the first time she crossed paths with the male lead.
A single remark so dismissive it treated you not as a person but as a thing. Absolutely infuriating.
"I'm Evelyn Cassia. I transferred in recently."
Her eyes slid over me as if appraising the whole package—and then she ignored me completely.
Just as she tried to turn her attention back to Roselyn—
FWOOSH—!!
I snapped my leg up as if to drive a knee kick straight into her crotch.
Jupiter jerked her hips back on pure instinct and clapped both hands over her groin in a panic.
Yep. Futa confirmed.
"Wh-what do you think you're doing!"
"My leg was stiff. I was just stretching it out."
"What did you say...?"
Jupiter, thoroughly rattled, her eyebrows twitching, clicked her tongue and swept out of the classroom.
Mm. Dealt with.
"Puhahahaha! Evelyn, you're amazing!"
"Huh? Why is that amazing?"
"You're the only one who'd pull that on the President. Even I wouldn't dare."
Wait. Hold on. If that's the case, then don't tell me—
A creeping dread closed in as I looked around.
Every kid in the class was staring at me, and one by one they began to whisper.
"...She's dead."
I'd done it out of pure, innocent curiosity—just wanted to confirm she was a futanari—but the mood had already branded me a complete lunatic who'd crossed the line.
A peaceful academy life? Yeah, that's over.
Actually, wait—sucking cock and having sex was never peaceful to begin with, was it.
"Evelyn!"
"Y-yeah?"
"That was amazing! How did you even think of doing that to the President?"
"Eh...?"
But against all my expectations, the students came rushing over all at once, crowded around me, and showered praise on my attempted knee-kick to the President's crotch.
Jupiter's public image was really THIS bad?
I couldn't help but wonder how on earth she'd held onto the presidency until now.
Either way, instead of being branded a lunatic, I somehow stumbled into being treated like the hero of Class C.
Insulting the President had somehow made me even more of an insider, and chatting away with all sorts of classmates was genuinely fun.
Unfortunately, the fun didn't last—because the ability practical was looming right on top of me.
"Haaah... I am so, so screwed..."
The moment anyone found out I couldn't use an ability, I'd be expelled on the spot.
No matter how hard I tried, nothing that could pass for an ability ever manifested.
"Evelyn, let's head to practical class."
"Ah, yeah."
For now, I followed Roselyn to the training grounds where the practical was held.
All the students were already practicing their abilities before the teacher arrived. Roselyn was no exception.
"Evelyn, you're not gonna show your ability?"
"Ah, uhhh... I'll show it during class."
What was I actually going to do?
Should I suddenly claim I felt sick and hole up in the infirmary?
Ah, right. Period cramps.
Period cramps, the ultimate trump card... except I'd already gone and had sex with Roselyn today, hadn't I.
"Alright, everyone, stop using your abilities. When I give the word, you can start up again."
Right on cue, the teacher in charge of ability practicals walked in.
By now it was habit: every time I met someone new, I'd instinctively suspect them of being a futanari and find myself studying the space between their legs.
The teacher was wearing leggings and a performance t-shirt, and—
"A futa... nari?"
The bulge swelling out in front was far too pronounced to deny.
"Like I mentioned before, today we're running a test. It counts toward your promotion exams, so no slacking—give it everything you've got."
"Teacher, we have a transfer student!"
Roselyn threw her hand up to flag the teacher's attention to my existence, and the teacher, as though she'd forgotten all about me, gave her fingers a light snap and came over.
"Ah, so you're the transfer student."
"Hello. I'm Evelyn Cassia."
"Evelyn, then. Since you're new, just sit back and watch how the test runs today."
Which meant I didn't have to show my ability?!
"Yes, thank—"
Just as I was about to offer my thanks, my voice pitching high with relief at having dodged the crisis—
"Teacher! I wanna see Evelyn's ability!"
That oblivious gyaru went and shoved me right back into the fire.
"She's right, teach! We wanna see too!"
Every kid in the class hoisted me up and tossed me straight under the bus.
"Hmm, is that so? Then shall we have a look at Evelyn's ability as well?"
"Yeees...?"
"It can be nerve-wracking, so let's have Evelyn go last."
"N-no, that's..."
"So, Evelyn? I did good, right?"
By the time the teacher set my slot in the order and returned to her post, Roselyn was beaming, a hand resting on my shoulder.
God, I want to fucking kill her.
She's my favorite, and I still want to kill her so, so badly.
That yellow-haired bit— no, never mind. But seriously, because of that blonde gyaru, what kind of suffering is this?
Left with no choice, I waited for my turn and watched my classmates take their tests one after another.
Every single one of them was spectacular.
One girl turned her body to steel and smashed clean through thick walls; another hurled fireballs around with wild abandon; another lifted a target with telekinesis and crumpled it like a sheet of paper in a heartbeat.
True to Noctis Academy's reputation, every ability on display was outlandish.
"Evelyn."
"Yes?!"
"You're up, Evelyn. Don't put too much pressure on yourself—just show us what you've got, nice and easy. Your test today won't count toward the promotion exams."
"Uh... uhhh... o-okay..."
Maybe because I was the finale, every kid in the class watched with their eyes wide and shining in anticipation.
There was no weaseling out of this. What on earth was I going to do?
'I'll help you.'
Just as my mind was going white, the voice rang out.
"Help... me?"
'You ate something delicious a little while ago. Consider this my thanks.'
The voice delivered those cryptic words and fell silent—and that was when—
FLASH—!!
Without warning, black energy erupted high from the ground and wrapped around my body—then slowly began to take shape in my right hand, molding itself into the form of a scythe.
"Uhh...?"
Moments later, a razor-sharp black scythe, rippling like living shadow, was clasped in my hand.
This is my ability...?
It's fucking badass!