The Academy's Savior

The Complete Vaccine was a small syringe.

An old memory floated up. High school, maybe? Back when a highly contagious flu was going around, I'd gotten a shot. Honestly, I hadn't thought much of it. No needle phobia or anything.

A thousand points, huh. Cheaper than I expected.

Truth be told, it wasn't something I particularly needed right now.

I had Complete Recovery. Even if I got sick, one use of that and I'd be fine. Same with Heavenly Mind. I'd never actually caught a disease, but if Heavenly Mind registered illness as a status ailment, it'd clear it on the spot.

Even without Complete Recovery or Heavenly Mind, a Hunter like me wouldn't catch ordinary diseases anyway.

A Hunter's body was different from a normal person's. The immune system was far superior. To a Hunter, the flu was about as serious as a common cold — and even that rarely stuck.

Still, in a world overrun with plague, this would be the ultimate treasure.

What really deserved attention was the caution note.

Would a disease created by curse or magic still infect you? Or would it not?

The process of creation might be special, but the disease itself isn't a curse or magic. So it should still grant immunity, right? Conversely, if the disease is magic or a curse, then no immunity.

That was my working theory on how the Complete Vaccine functioned. I wasn't certain. There was a big difference between predicting something and experiencing it firsthand.

A thousand points… not a burdensome price. Let's do it.

One thing to keep in mind: the Complete Vaccine wasn't a skill or a trait. Just because the real-world me got the shot didn't mean the me inside a game world would have complete disease immunity.

That's probably why it only costs a thousand points.

I held the syringe in my right hand and drove the needle into my left forearm. As I pressed the plunger down, a belated thought crossed my mind.

…Am I even supposed to just jab it in like this?

I'd never given myself an injection before. No idea ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠what I was doing.

It felt like I'd hit a vein… but it was already too late.

Guess it doesn't matter.

I stood up and moved around. Back in high school, my left arm had stayed sore for a couple of days after a vaccination. Now I felt nothing at all.

With this, I'm never dying of disease. Well — Complete Recovery already made sure of that, but still.

I didn't feel like the points had been wasted. Real-world me was precious. I needed to live a long, long time if I wanted to keep enjoying the Game Life app. I kissed my left forearm and got to my feet. The area around me was littered with junk from random draws.

Toss the trash, and stash anything too good to throw away in the Vampire Detective world or the Baekhwan world.

Even the one-point items had a few that were decently useful.

Schlick.

A lewd sound came from King Arthur's onahole, still impaled on my cock. Pussy juice dripped steadily onto the floor. Normally a cock would buckle under an onahole's weight and slip free… but mine — in girth, length, stamina, and sheer rigidity — outclassed any other. It held the weight without issue.

"Heh. So this is King Arthur's pussy. That springy grip is really growing on me."

I headed into the bedroom.

Aside from the oversized bed, my bedroom was ordinary. One wall held a wardrobe stuffed with clothes I'd worn once and never again.

The months I made serious money, I bought expensive designer clothes nonstop.

But once I actually owned them, I felt nothing.

I opened the third wardrobe.

Instead of clothes, a secret glass display case sat inside. Nestled on the shelves were pussy onaholes.

My beloved collection.

Top left sat Yang Guifei's pussy onahole. I'd even made little nameplates so I could tell them apart at a glance.

Yang Guifei's pussy onahole never stops amazing me, no matter how many times I look at it.

Yang Guifei's onahole was hairy. Excessively hairy. Not just dense — the hair was long.

I'd looked it up online. Supposedly Yang Guifei's pubic hair hung all the way to her knees. Pure bush territory.

Of course it wasn't actually that extreme.

A thick thatch of pussy hair symbolized lewdness. In that sense, the aficionados had decided Yang Guifei's was long.

Well, they weren't wrong. The longest strands on Yang Guifei's onahole ran about ten centimeters. The labia were a deep crimson, thick and obscenely shaped. And the inside of Yang Guifei's pussy was even more depraved.

Pussychelin four-star. A legendary cunt among legendary cunts. Makes sense — a pussy that could topple a nation. Still a little disappointing, though. The way I see it, with proper training it would've earned five stars easy.

Next to it, Hwang Jini's pussy was just as furry. Couldn't be helped. Back then, nobody groomed their pubic hair. Marie Antoinette's was the same for the same reason — a dense thicket. King Arthur was the odd one out. Even the fifteen-year-old version should've grown some hair by then.

I set all the onaholes up on the top shelf. King Arthur's pussy onahole still twitched with its hole gaping, dribbling the cum I'd pumped into it.

Yang Guifei, Hwang Jini, Marie Antoinette, King Arthur… four pieces in the collection. Complete.

Just looking at them filled me with pride. I was starting to understand why rich bastards got so obsessed with collecting things.

And my collection is practical, too.

On a whim, I ran my fingers over each onahole's pussy. Different textures, different reactions. Satisfying.

Can't hold back.

I pulled all four onaholes out and tossed them onto the bed. Then I dove in among them. The four distinct pussy scents rising off the onaholes set my blood on fire.

A frenzied masturbation session began.

I entered the world of The Academy's Savior.

I'd left auto-progress running for a while, so the academy was already gearing up for final exams ahead of summer break.

That didn't mean I'd only used auto-progress. I'd stepped in personally at intervals. Every minor incident that cropped up during the first semester, I'd handled myself. There had been a few special episodes in the first term… but for someone whose combat power existed on a completely different plane from ordinary students, they'd been trivial to resolve.

Maruhan Academy had two-month summer and winter breaks. No spring break, though.

Every time I came to campus, I kept an eye on the bulletin board by the main gate. In the original work, the summer vacation event changed depending on the route. You could get stuck training in the mountains, go overseas, or join a hero clan for a part-time job.

Each option has its own pros and cons. Come on, overseas event.

Going abroad offered a solid haul of things to acquire. China, America, Japan, Russia, Germany, Australia — one of those six would come up. America or China would be ideal.

There it is!

Japan, huh!

Not bad.

Japan had a decent number of items and fortuitous encounters to pick up. Being close to Korea made the return trip easy, too. I had spatial transfer scrolls, so distance barely mattered — but still.

And more importantly, I could seduce Japanese academy students and fuck them.

The Japanese academy girls were pretty cute, too.

I could fuck those girls!

My chest thumped with anticipation. Excitement was building.

The problem was…

There's a headcount limit. Ten people. I need to place in the top ten of my year.

First place in practicals was a lock. Not a single first-year could beat me.

Rankings are based on two scores — written and practical.

If I bombed the written exam, even first in practicals might not be enough to crack the top ten.

And I had zero confidence in written tests. During lecture hours I slept openly more often than not. That was also why most of the teachers couldn't stand me.

Two weeks until finals.

If I studied hard in that window, I could raise ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my scores.

Why the hell should I study? I already did enough of that in real high school.

I hadn't studied in high school either.

Or middle school.

Elementary school was the only time I remembered studying through gritted teeth, because my parents hadn't given up on me yet. Only through the lower grades, of course.

If I were going to study, I'd have done it years ago. Cheating is the answer here.

I smiled contentedly.

Heavenly Eye.

An ability that ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠could shift my viewpoint and even see through solid objects.

As long as I don't get caught, I'm golden.

This time, I was going all-in for first place in the year.

"Hahk… nnngh… aah…!"

Inside a cramped bathroom stall, a short-haired redhead gripped the edge of the toilet and bent over it. Behind her, I rolled my hips and drove into her pussy.

"Ahn! Yes, Yujin… fuck me harder!"

I put more force into my hips, just the way she wanted.

Slap!

The sound of flesh striking flesh rang out.

I looked down at her. The back of her red head filled my view. She still had her top on; her skirt was hiked up and bunched around her waist. That pale ass was thrust out toward me, and her hips were deliciously full. Her chest, unfortunately, was an A-cup.

Jang Jihui. A first-year girl from Class 1-1, same as me. Admission rank: ninety-fourth.

She had a fairly haughty personality, so it had taken two full weeks of deliberate seduction to land her.

Slap! Smack! Schlick!

"Hnnnnngh… I-I'm gonna come…!"

Her pussy started clamping down hard. I gripped her springy ass hard enough to leave handprints. My cock raked mercilessly over the G-spot that made her feel the most.

"Hyaaaaaaah!!"

Feeling her vaginal walls spasm around me, I came inside Jang Jihui's pussy.

"Haaah. Yujin… that was so good… Want to go out with me?"

"No."

"Why not? I'm not exactly a catch-and-release type, am I?"

Most of the academy girls were beauties. On looks alone, Jang Jihui ranked in the top thirty percent.

"This kind of relationship is more comfortable. For you too, right?"

"…Yeah. Thinking about the future, this might be easier."

Jang Jihui and I cleaned up the bathroom quickly and got ready to leave. As I stepped out, I asked her casually:

"Jihui. What do you think the practical exam for finals is going to be?"

Jang Jihui was the niece of the Class 3-3 third-year homeroom teacher at Maruhan Academy. There was a good chance she ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠knew at least the first-year exam content.

Yun Huijeong — Class 1-1's homeroom teacher and my personal cock-sleeve — was too strict about that sort of thing to give me straight answers.

"…Hmm. If I had to guess, one-on-one sparring and one-on-one monster combat."

"That so?"

Outside the bathroom, Jang Jihui and I parted cleanly.

Good intel.

For the record, I'd already fucked more than half the girls in Class 1-1.