The Plan

Slurp. Suck. Lewd, wet sounds filled the reception room — the sound of Professor Lim Sol on her knees between my legs, her mouth wrapped around my cock.

"Nnh… slurp. Mmph…!"

"Nngh…"

How the hell had things ended up like this?

It was the day after the dungeon practical. Professor Lim Sol had contacted me through the number we'd exchanged last time.

I headed over after school without thinking much of it. A teaching assistant I hadn't seen last time showed me in, and the moment I stepped into the lab, she yanked my pants down.

I yelped and asked what she thought she was doing. She told me to take them off so we could get this over with and start the actual research.

I hadn't exactly planned on receiving this every time I visited… Lim Sol wasn't even a heroine. Still, if she was going to do this whenever I showed up, maybe I ought to bring an aphrodisiac next time. I could probably make some real progress.

"Slurrp… kiss. Hah, hah, mmph!"

Maybe it was because this was the second time, but it felt far better than the first. Lim Sol's cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard, her tongue working the head. Did geniuses pick this up fast, too?

Pleasure so sharp my toes curled on their own. I was getting close. I rolled my hips before I came, pushing the head against the inside of her cheek until it bulged out. The sight made it viscerally real — my cock was actually inside this woman's mouth.

Damn, that's good…

This was the good life. This was what living was for. I could have stayed like this forever.

"Slurp! Kiss. Hurry up and come…"

I was savoring the blowjob ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and taking a leisurely look at my place in the universe when Lim Sol made it clear she just wanted me to finish already. Saliva was running down around her lips; keeping something that size in her mouth for this long was apparently hard work.

"I'm gonna come."

"Mmph. Mmph. Hk—! Cough. Cough."

I came the instant I said it, without giving her any real warning, and it must have gone straight down her throat — she gagged hard. Rumi had swallowed every drop, even dosed on aphrodisiac. Would it be weird to ask this one to do the same?

"Professor, I'm sorry, but could you keep your mouth on it and swallow when I come? It's a lot more of a turn-on that way."

"…"

"If you did that, I might even work harder on the research… is what I was about to say. Kidding."

The look in Lim Sol's eyes from down on her knees was terrifying enough that I tucked my tail between my legs on the spot. She cleaned everything up with a flick of magic and rose to her feet.

"Ahem. So, what research did you call me in for today? You said you watched the footage of my dungeon practical."

"Today I want to look at your mana control. That was actually the goal from the start — last time I got so worked up seeing your Insight that I completely forgot."

Mention magic and she snapped right back to normal. Simple people really were the easiest to handle.

I dressed myself properly and followed Lim Sol into the laboratory.

"First things first — you know your mana capacity and your mana circuits are tiny for your age, right?"

"Yes. I know."

Exceptional control paired with a pitifully small reserve and narrow circuits. That was the imbalance she was pointing at. Even now, my stats sat on the low side among the incoming class.

If you roughly sorted the cadets by numbers, thirty to forty put you in the lower-to-mid tier of the first year. That was exactly where I sat. Forty to fifty meant you were upper-tier even among first-years — Elise and Lucy, for instance. Nam Da-eun was on another level entirely. Those same numbers also described the lower ranks among active hunters.

Even being generous, my highest stat — mana — was only mid-to-upper tier. My control, on the other hand, was top-class. I still remembered what Lim Sol had said when she praised my mana handling during the bracelet incident.

Professor Lim Sol ranked among the very best of active mages. Someone of that caliber had acknowledged my control — and my actual capacity was worse than a beginner's. The gap was absurd.

But my control was basically a cheat from the perk I'd received, and I had only been practicing magic properly for about a month. Circuits and capacity usually widened naturally over long training. Mine weren't small so much as unfinished. I simply hadn't put in the hours.

"Just checking — you didn't actually start learning magic a month ago, did you?"

"Well…"

What was I supposed to say here? It really hadn't even been a month, but saying that out loud felt like a bad idea. It would definitely cause some kind of misunderstanding. I couldn't claim I'd been at it for years, either. My circuits and capacity were already telling the truth about how long I'd trained.

"It's true. It really hasn't even been a month. That's why the circuits and the capacity are so small."

I just told her the truth. I didn't want a lie over something this minor coming back to bite me later.

"Wow. You really are a freak… Then again, with talent like that, of course I'd go as far as…"

I thought I heard something unsettling just now. Maybe I imagined it. Either way, I was going to play the genius in front of Professor Lim Sol no matter what.

After that she had me do things I couldn't make sense of — spread my mana out wide, form a fireball and throw it. I had no idea how watching that was supposed to help, but I did as she asked. The little oohs and ohhos she kept making suggested it was useful after all.

"The control really is alien. When you shape mana into a sphere, the waste is almost nothing. And besides…"

She went on like that. I followed approximately none of it. After about an hour of playing along, she seemed satisfied and wrapped up the experiment. I was spent, too. An hour of continuous mana use was torture for someone with a reserve as small as mine.

"Next time you come, I'll get you an elixir. What kind of man walks around this frail?"

Thank you. I love you. I'd already been worried that my physical growth had stalled lately, and now she was going to buy me an expensive elixir? Big-chested people really were big-hearted.

I thanked Professor Lim Sol and left the lab. Now what?

"Eh. Back to the dorm to study, I guess."

If I was going to play the genius, I should at least read more books.

Theory lectures at Victoria Academy were always dull.

"That was when the technique for measuring a dungeon's internal mana from the outside first appeared. With this method, one could assess a dungeon's scale before ever deploying into it…"

Yeah, I already know all this.

Honestly, anything that wasn't a practical lesson did me very little good. The instructors did cover useful material that never showed up in the textbooks, but between having played the original game and having already read nearly every well-known paper in the field, none of it was new. So during theory class, I planned.

The thing eating at me lately was harem management. I was making contact with more and more heroines. Getting steadily closer to winning them over was obviously a good thing — except this was reality. It wasn't a game. You didn't tap [Date with Mun Su-rin] and get a cheerful [Date Complete!] slapped onto the screen.

If I took Mun Su-rin out, that was time I couldn't spend with anyone else. Someone might see us and start a rumor. I might run into another heroine entirely. And the moment that happened, the route was over.

I could keep going even if it meant wearing the reputation of a complete piece of trash — but only if the other heroines allowed it.

God, this is giving me a headache.

There was a hopeful angle, though. "Winning someone over" didn't necessarily mean becoming lovers. Take Nam Da-eun's route in the original: they never became a couple, not even at the ending. It was less romance and more the feeling you have toward the person who saved you and your little sister — respect and longing more than love. They still did everything, of course.

In the end, what mattered was that the heroine thought of me as someone precious, and that she gave me her body.

If I look at it that way, I might actually have an answer…

I doodled in my notebook, pretending to take notes.

Not bad. Get them to see me as someone so precious that other women wouldn't matter. Then the whole problem disappeared.

A few of them felt like they might actually go for that, if I played it right — the ones who fell into crisis. If I remembered correctly, Lucy's event triggered first: a Demon infiltrated the academy and came after her body. I'd think about it when it happened. A Demon showing up didn't mean Lucy was in immediate danger.

Thinking about the heroines dragged up another problem. Ever since I'd possessed this body and received my perk, I didn't startle or get worked up the way a normal person would. Any stimulus strong enough to actually throw off my thinking or my actions got absorbed by Clear Mind.

Except when there was sexual contact. That rule went out the window. It had been like that the first time with Rumi, and it had been like that when Professor Lim Sol had her mouth on me — my self-control just evaporated. Or rather, it didn't evaporate so much as return to the male average. Maybe that was the only time I was actually normal.

Was this a protagonist thing too? I had no idea.

Looking at it written down, it seemed painfully cringe. Like something an eighth-grader would scribble in the back of his notebook. Ah, well. Nobody was going to see it.

Lucy and Rumi were cleaning the club room of the club they had named the Nolza Club.

"Rumi~ a little help with the dust over here! Cough, cough."

"Ah — Lucy! Don't jump around over there!"

The club had exactly three members. Plenty of guys had submitted applications after getting one look at Lucy and Rumi's faces and letting their minds wander somewhere filthy. Lucy had cut every last one of them.

"Rumi, can't we just call Ho-yeon? He's in the club too."

"Come on. Ho-yeon got us this room and found us an advisor. The least we can do is clean it ourselves."

"Fine, fine, I get it. But we're taking a break. I can't do any more."

Lucy set down the broom, dropped onto the sofa, and flicked on her smartwatch. Rumi pulled up Everyday, the student community for Victoria Academy. Useful information, entertaining posts — there was always something worth scrolling.

"Oh, Rumi, look at this. That's Ho-yeon."

"Huh? Where? Show me!"

"It says, 'Student Council PR Department newly established. Two freshmen scouted.' Look — that's Elise and Ho-yeon."

The post had already cleared a hundred upvotes and sat pinned at the top of the feed. The photo was one from the entrance ceremony, Elise and Ho-yeon side by side. The comments were exploding.

Lucy watched her classmate turn into a celebrity off a single PR-department announcement and found the whole thing strangely fascinating.

"The student council, huh? He must be super busy."

"Probably? If it's PR, I bet there's a lot to do."

"Rumi… what if Ho-yeon leaves our club? We have to keep the minimum membership…"

"N-no way. He wouldn't. Yeah. I believe in him."

"Ugh, why can't we get a couple of nice new members? Then we wouldn't even have to worry about this."

"Lucy. You rejected every single person who applied."

"Rumi, you are way too nice. Those guys had nothing but gunk in their eyes, I'm telling you."

"Pft — what does that even mean. Pffh…"

Lucy's terrible sense of humor was the one thing Rumi most wanted to learn.

"Anyway. No new members until someone decent actually shows up. That's an order from the founding club president."

"Yes, yes. Understood."

For Rumi, who hadn't wanted new members in the first place, that was perfectly fine.

"Come to think of it, if I'm the founding president, shouldn't I have a nameplate or something?"

Lucy started searching nameplate prices on her smartwatch. Rumi watched her with a smile, long since used to this kind of thing.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Huh? Who's that?"

"Maybe it's Ho-yeon? One second!"

"Rumi, at least ask who it is first—"

The door flew open. Rumi hadn't heard a word.

A platinum-blond boy with an innocent face was standing there.

"I-is this the Nolza Club? I heard people who want to make friends should come…"

Blink. Blink.

Those bright, sparkling eyes said I don't know anything~ as clearly as if he'd spoken it aloud. To Lucy, that clean, open gaze was proof enough that he had come here for nothing more than friendship.

"Hmmm~."

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"W-why are you looking at me like that?"

Lucy stepped in close, locked eyes with him, and stared until she was satisfied. Then she broke into a grin.

"You're in! As of today, I hereby appoint you a member of the Nolza Club!"

"I-I'm sorry? Don't I need paperwork, or…"

"It's fine, it's fine. This president will take care of everything."

"U-um, Lucy? Sh-shouldn't we hear what Ho-yeon thinks, too…"

Rumi blurted it out in a rush, almost as if she were arguing.

"Oh. Yeah? Hmm… you've got a point. Dictatorships are a bad look."

Something about the boy sat wrong with Rumi. She hadn't wanted a new member to begin with, but more than that, she could feel a gloomy aura clinging to him — the kind only a loner like her would notice.

"Aha, so you're B-class? Soo-hyun's in that class, right? I'm friends with her."

"Yes. She is. We're not close, though."

"We're the same age, so why the formal speech? You can talk casual!"

Still, you couldn't suspect someone for no reason. And Lucy seemed to like him.

Yeah. If Ho-yeon says it's okay, it'll be okay.

Rumi pushed the unease aside and went to get the boy something to drink.

"Ah, Rumi! I'll help!"

"Then can you grab the cookies we bought yesterday?"

"Okay! Cookies are on me!"

While Lucy and Rumi were busy with snacks, the boy who had been watching them with those innocent eyes dragged his gaze slowly down Lucy's body and back up. The purity in his face was gone. What sat there now was raw hunger.

The two innocent girls never noticed a thing.