Final Exam Day
The day of the final exams had arrived.
The atmosphere at the academy was brutal. Students were on edge, and even the teachers and staff carried a heavier seriousness than usual. They knew full well how much this period meant to every cadet under their care.
Stepping into Class 1-1, I found the room dead quiet. Every student except me was already seated, faces buried in textbooks or handwritten notes, grinding through last-minute study. Of course, a handful of us weren't bothering with the written material at all.
I was the prime example. There were students who couldn't write their way out of a paper bag but were rock-solid when it came to practicals.
When you get right down to it, raw combat power is what matters most for hero work. If you're confident you can make B-Class on strength alone, there's no real reason to sweat the written exams.
Most of the students who looked this relaxed already had some kind of connection with a hero clan. Not that I held that against them. It meant they'd already proven their worth to those clans. They were just playing to their strengths.
I headed for my seat. A few of the girls greeted me as I passed. Even the ones who didn't say anything at least gave a little wave. I returned every greeting.
Once I sat down, I pretended to study my notes. Acting cocky at a time like this would only make things annoying later.
Our homeroom teacher, Yun Huijeong, entered the classroom earlier than usual.
She was a beauty with long black hair and a composed expression. Her G-cup chest sagged just slightly under its own weight. She was wearing a suit that looked tighter than usual — tension in the cut of the fabric.
Under those pants is a pussy thick with hair. Nipples the color of fresh coral… damn. I'm getting hard just thinking about it.
On the surface, Yun Huijeong was the kind of beauty whose face looked almost cold in its composure. But during sex, that face twisted into something filthy and lewd — and that was what really got me going.
"Good morning, everyone. You all look wound up tight today. I won't tell you to relax — I know perfectly well how important today is for you. Trust yourselves and do what you've prepared for. The effort you've put in until now won't betray you."
Yun Huijeong encouraged the class in that same even, measured tone of hers. A few students looked up at her with genuine emotion on their faces. Meanwhile I was half-hard and going out of my mind. I kept seeing the face she'd made while she was pinned under me, moaning.
Our eyes met as she called roll. Yun Huijeong's body gave a tiny flinch. Then she recovered, as if nothing had happened, and calmly read my name.
"Seong Yujin."
"Here."
She moved straight on to the next student.
I licked my lips. I'd have to fuck Yun Huijeong again soon.
"Today you'll be taking written exams from morning through the afternoon. For each exam period, one teacher and three staff members will rotate in as proctors. Let me say this clearly in advance. Do not cheat. If you're caught engaging in any form of academic misconduct… you could be expelled."
After laying down the law, she left them with one last word.
"Do well on your exams. Tomorrow you'll be running practicals back-to-back, so don't push yourselves too hard today."
Click. Click.
The click of the female teacher's high heels was pure arrogance as she walked out.
I pulled out my smartphone right away and sent Yun Huijeong a message.
I pretended to study while I waited for her reply.
Ten minutes later, Yun Huijeong sent the video. I checked my surroundings. With the written exam right on top of them, every student was buried in their books. I opened the video carefully, making sure no one would notice.
On screen, Yun Huijeong had stripped off her pants and was squatting on top of her office desk. The red high heels, the pale calves, the seductive thighs — all of it was pure sensuality. The real stunner was the space between those thighs. In the shadowed hollow, the red of her panties and the outline of what lay beneath showed faintly through the fabric.
The teacher lifted her hips just a little. Both hands caught the edges of her panties and peeled them down. The pubic hair that had been pressed flat under the fabric stretched and sprang free.
She lifted one leg to finish sliding the red panties off, then spread her knees wide. The sex that had been hidden in shadow was fully exposed. Nestled in a dense black jungle, a coral-pink shell was clenched shut.
Slender white fingers parted the thick bush and opened the shell. It fluttered, proving how fresh it was. Still in her squat, the teacher slowly edged closer to the camera. The shell filled the frame. I could almost swear I caught its musky scent through the screen.
Her fingers worked the shell open. She stroked the coral labia, flicked the clit with a fingertip. The sensitive, fresh shell answered on cue, spilling wetness.
Her fingers didn't stop there — they started working the inside as well. Middle and index fingers pushed into the shell.
I'd muted the video, so there was no sound, but the wet squelch of each thrust was easy to imagine. Every time she was penetrated, the shell dribbled clear fluid onto the desk.
I stared at the teacher's pussy and smacked my lips. I could taste it. It was nothing like the young shells of the girls in my class. A mature one had the perfect balance of chew and softness. And that sticky fluid? Pure essence.
I want to run over there and fuck her right now!
The fingers that had been working the shell without mercy yanked free. The teacher trembled on her squatting legs and thrust her sex forward. The shell convulsed and sprayed its tide, dirtying the desk and the camera lens.
Lost in the afterglow, the teacher eventually came back to herself and dropped to her knees on the desk. She slowly bent her upper body forward. The white blouse wrapping her torso looked ready to burst. She stuck out her tongue and licked up the juices she'd sprayed across the wood.
Her training is perfect.
On any other day I would have gone straight to her office and fed that filthy shell my cock… but the written exam was about to start. I smacked my lips in frustration and just rewatched the video on loop.
Thirty minutes later, the written exam began.
The proctor who walked in was a teacher from the Sword Arts department. He opened his eyes with deliberate intimidation and issued his warnings to the class.
"Do not turn your heads. Do not move your arms. If you drop a writing instrument or have a personal issue, raise your hand quietly. Exam sheets will be distributed now. I'll say this once. Do not use your abilities. No ability of any kind is permitted. The moment I sense mana moving… it will be treated as cheating."
The students tensed.
In that heavy atmosphere, he began handing out the exam papers.
The instant I received mine, I activated Heavenly Eye. Heavenly Eye used mana — a considerable amount of it. But because that mana moved entirely inside me, no one would catch it unless their mana-sensing ability was exceptional.
For the mana it consumed, Heavenly Eye's signature was extremely subtle and quiet.
Heavenly Eye — Opening the Eye of Heaven
The proctors didn't even glance my way. They hadn't detected Heavenly Eye's activation at all.
Heh. As long as I can use Heavenly Eye, this is child's play.
My point of view snapped and shifted. I scanned the exam sheets of students working through the problems — mostly the model students.
I'm not going for a perfect score. First place on the written exam is something I'll gladly pass on.
I was known as a student who never studied. If my written scores came out too good, it would only raise suspicion.
A little short on the written side is fine. As long as I crush the practicals, I'm set.
I was confident.
Heh. These problems are easy.
I hadn't even read the questions, but the answers were right in front of my eyes.
I mainly watched Lee Si-eun, Choi Dayeon, and Kim Cheonwoo. Lee Si-eun was a solid student to begin with, and Kim Cheonwoo — second in the entrance rankings — and Choi Dayeon — fourth — needed no introduction.
Heh. So easy it's making me yawn.
That afternoon, the written exam results came out. I placed twenty-sixth. Lee Si-eun was fifth, while Kim Cheonwoo and Choi Dayeon took first and eighth respectively.
Kim Cheonwoo and Choi Dayeon will definitely land in the top ten. Lee Si-eun… might be cutting it a little close.
For Lee Si-eun, the practicals were going to be a bigger problem than the written exam.
Kang Jiyoung, principal of Maruhan Academy of the Republic of Korea, received two uninvited guests.
They were Seong Ha-ri, an S-Class hero, and Choi Jeonghwa — daughter of the Geumhwa Group's chairman and Master of the Golden Tree Clan. Both belonged to Maruhan Academy's parent association.
Seong Ha-ri was the chairwoman; Choi Jeonghwa was the vice-chair. Seong Ha-ri privately wrote "vice-chair" and read it as "wallet." Only in her head, of course.
"The exchange match with Japan. Can we reconsider that?"
Seong Ha-ri cut straight to the point.
She knew Japan's underhanded nature well. Back when people still claimed Japan was the leader of Asia, it had been Japan that aggressively interfered in Korea and threw its weight around. Seong Ha-ri had never bowed to that pressure — but the result was a permanently sour relationship between her and Japan.
"Seong Ha-ri's right. There's no reason to go to a place like Japan. Japan's Hero Association is already in decline. What are we supposed to learn from people who can't even manage their own backyard? America's far better. That's the birthplace of the Hero Association."
Madojeong.
Japan's demon alliance.
Ordinary people didn't know it, but Madojeong's influence reached into Japanese politics as well. Japan looked fine on the surface, but a closer look revealed a long list of problems.
"There's nothing I can do. This wasn't my plan. I opposed the exchange match with Japan."
Kang Jiyoung spoke with a blank expression. Look carefully, though, and you could catch the slight lift of her eyebrows. She was irritated.
Seong Ha-ri, reading her old friend's mood, asked with genuine confusion.
"You opposed it? Then how did the exchange match get approved?"
"Our government, the Japanese government, and the Korean Hero Association all stepped in."
"I don't see you as the type to care about the government or the Association's opinions."
"…I owe a debt to Japan's Arashi Academy."
"A debt?"
"It goes back to the founding principal. When Maruhan Academy was first establishing itself, we received help from Arashi Academy. We learned the fundamentals of their teaching methods. At the time… Japan was the best. The principal of Arashi Academy brought that history up and proposed the exchange."
"That sly old hag would have applied pressure other ways too. Tch. Nothing we can do about it, then."
Seong Ha-ri didn't press further. She already knew the exchange was far enough along that it couldn't be walked back. The real reason she'd come in person was something else.
"The Japan exchange. We're going with you. As representatives of the parent association."
Seong Ha-ri's words were a declaration. The will behind them made clear she would not accept a refusal.
Kang Jiyoung stared at her steadily.
"…Did the Association and the government authorize your departure?"
S-Class heroes like Kang Jiyoung and Seong Ha-ri couldn't simply leave the country whenever they wanted.
"I said I'm going. Why? You think the government and the Association are going to stop me?"
They wouldn't just interfere — they'd try desperately to block her.
They won't be able to stop her.
Seong Ha-ri had already made up her mind. In that state, nothing would hold her back.
"Are you that worried about your son, Seong Yujin? Even for a mother, you're overdoing it. Seong Yujin will hate it."
"Yujin said he likes the idea. And look — the reason I have to be this overprotective is because I don't trust the government or the Association. I don't trust the academy either, for that matter. I can trust you, but you're not going on this exchange, are you? You know this. Yujin was kidnapped once before. That happened right here in the country. You think overseas will be any different?"
"…Seong Yujin is strong."
"I know. He's my son."