Chapter 73: Graduation and Return
"Whoa, they're really doing it."
A male hero, graduating from the Hero Academy after seven long years, muttered as he glanced up at the podium.
A massive holographic projection, powered by mana engineering, floated behind the academy director standing on stage.
Siwoo, who had graduated at the top with overwhelming grades and achievements, along with the second- and third-place male graduates.
And then she announced the final event of the ceremony.
The graduation ceremony doubled as a party formation ritual.
There, it was tradition for the top three male heroes by graduation scores to pour their semen into the wombs of their party members.
The origin traced back to one of the first heroes from the inaugural class, who was hit by his first ejaculation cycle mid-ceremony and ended up fucking his party members right there.
It had saved the male hero's life and publicly demonstrated the prowess of this world's otherworldly male heroes to the attending dignitaries, turning it into a tradition.
Of course, nearly fifty years later, it wasn't mandatory anymore. They called it a "party formation" ceremony, but actual parties weren't formed on the spot.
At first, they went wild for the novelty of virile, robust men and made it a tradition, but within a decade, they realized how stupid it was.
Still, scrapping it abruptly would look ridiculous. More precisely, the male heroes who'd upheld the fake tradition felt unfairly burdened.
So instead of abolishing it, they'd added caveats: unwilling participants could opt out, or it could be a perfunctory creampie without full sex.
Of course, it had become an object of envy for certain women—an irreversible fact.
Hildear had told Siwoo it was the envy of many women, but honestly, it wasn't that many. The tendency was mostly stronger among female knights devoted to their heroes.
'Ah, here they come.'
They say it's better to rip off the band-aid quick. Normally it started with third place, but first up on stage were Han Siwoo and his bodyguard knight—cum party member—Hildear Rubelstone.
Did he blink for a second?
Suddenly, a plush-looking bed had appeared on the auditorium stage.
'They're insane. They're really gonna fuck on that thing...'
For this guy, barely scraping by his graduation after seven years, the "tradition" felt like something from another world entirely. Still, the chance to spectate had his heart racing.
'Fuck, she's gorgeous.'
The man swallowed hard, eyeing the distant Hildear.
Her light blue hair shimmered refreshingly.
It had reached her shoulders back then, but now, six months later, it looked a bit longer. Still, Hildear had it tied in her signature thick ponytail with a black ribbon, her lush locks on full display.
Paired with light everyday armor, her snowy nape was fully exposed, doubling the allure.
'A loyal, beautiful female knight guarding only me.'
Every phrase made his heart flutter.
And that wasn't all.
The women of this world were all stunningly beautiful.
His common studies instructor had explained it as abundant yin qi, plus selective breeding with less libidinous men for reproduction. He agreed.
It wasn't a perfect rule, but generally, the stronger the woman, the more beautiful her face and figure. As someone from modern Earth who knew Darwin's evolution, it made sense.
But even among them, the women around Han Siwoo ranked higher. His own party members were dream-level beauties back on Earth, yet next to Siwoo's crew, they seemed to pale a bit.
'Fucking jealous bastard.'
Siwoo avoided the other male candidates, but they avoided him too.
Mostly jealousy.
But right now, even that felt satisfying.
Soon he'd get to see Hildear and Siwoo's other female party members naked—and fucking.
"...Huh?"
But the man could only blurt out dumbly.
A soft glow shimmered around the bed, and the light blue-haired knight vanished.
"W-What?"
The other attending males looked equally baffled.
But the unrest was only among the men. The women blushed, eyes glued to the bed. And it wasn't just because Siwoo was starting to undress.
'She's... invisible?'
Definite.
Not gone—just cloaked.
Siwoo was acting like someone was right there in front of him.
"Crazy. What the hell's going on?"
Flabbergasted, the man turned to a party member beside him.
"Hey. You can't see her from up there, right?"
"Ah... Y-Yeah, I can see."
"......"
She stammered back, face beet red, eyes fixed forward.
Her reaction baffled him.
Why was an experienced member so flustered and embarrassed? Sure, Siwoo's shirtless form was visible, but he sensed something more.
'No, that's not the point.'
"So yeah, she's invisible to me?"
"Huh? Oh, they must've set up a privacy barrier too."
"P-Privacy... barrier?"
"Y-... gulp. Yeah. That bed's a super special magic bed. gulp. Uh... S-Some male hero who nearly died of shame at his graduation... gulp. P-Poured time and money into making it. An incredible artifact."
'Fuck. What's that now...'
How mortified must he have been?
He got it on a gut level, but it pissed him off anyway.
"S-So I can't watch?"
"Uh... You can only see what's visible...?"
"......"
At the grim reply, he squeezed his eyes shut, then scanned around.
The male heroes and candidates' section was in mild uproar. Obvious reason: they'd asked around like him and gotten the bad news, sighing in disappointment.
Instead of the show they hoped for, all they got was a superior naked dude. Tragic. What pissed him off more was Siwoo pantomiming like a madman, thrusting away solo.
The vivid mental image just made it weirder.
"Fuck this..."
Siwoo sensed the faint commotion from the male heroes' corner and relaxed.
Anywhere else, it'd be weird, but knowing it was the guys...
'Works like a charm.'
He'd only learned about the magic bed recently himself.
One-of-a-kind treasure, heavily secured and not well-known. He'd wondered what the hype was—until he heard its rating.
'A 6th-grade artifact.'
Second-highest tier.
No mere bed deserved that.
Word was, it cost about a kingdom's annual budget.
Ridiculous, but effective. His mind eased.
His own body? Whatever. Most spectators were women anyway, and the few males wouldn't faze him—they'd be the ones shrinking. Distance was plenty; let 'em look away disgusted.
But Hildear was different.
'Even if she's fine with it, I can't let a hundred guys ogle my woman's body.'
Graduating males, plus visitors just to watch, rare male dignitaries, congratulatory envoys—easily over a hundred men. No way.
Perfect timing: the director tipped him off about the bed. He owed her big.
"Siwoo-nim."
"Ah, Hilde."
Snapping from his thoughts, Siwoo eyed the Hildear before him.
She'd just shed her armored top. Her black shirt clung slightly from nervous sweat, pert curves straining against it. He wanted to grab and suck them dry.
"You like that my body's hidden?"
"Was it obvious?"
"Your face is all grins."
"Ahaha."
She'd called it out, so yeah, it showed.
But it was honest.
"You hate it... but I like it."
"Huh?"
Hildear beamed, eyes roaming his body top to bottom.
As she shed armor pieces and her top, Siwoo stripped quick, down to nothing in seconds. Six months of steady workouts and training had chiseled lean muscle everywhere—a body to excite any woman.
Her gaze turned lewd.
"Getting to brag that such a stud is my man to everyone... ♡"
"Music to my ears."
They traded hungry looks.
Unable to hold back, Siwoo approached, helping her with the armor.
Modified for solo wear, but help sped it up.
Their hands stripped away the heavy plates one by one, clanging to the floor, leaving only her black undergarments.
Siwoo's eyes gleamed as he reached for the rest.
"No panties...?"
"Y-Yeah. Short on time, so... to strip faster. You hate it?"
He loved undressing her himself. Knowing that, she eyed him anxiously.
"Nah. This works too."
A light shove sent her tumbling back.
The 6th-grade artifact bed lived up to its absurd price: plush, comfy, yet alertness-inducing. Perfect for its role.
"Haa... Siwoo-nim... ♡"
Her breathy call stirred his dormant cock.
The limp shaft twitched, springing up stiff.
"Already so fucking hard."
"That you're turned on by me... mm, makes me so happy. So... come here ♥"
She spread her legs naturally, arms open invitingly.
"Time to devour our horny little Hilde."
"Your perfectly ripened Hilde—eat me up ♥"
Siwoo grinned, pouncing on her.