The Academy's Savior

Three more days passed after that.

The exchange students who'd come to Arashi Academy grew frantic. Barely a week remained until the second joint exchange match.

Korea's Maruhan Academy had lost the first match. The second and third still lay ahead, but they were already teetering on the edge of a cliff. Lose the second, and even a win in the third would leave the score at two-to-one.

They could lose to any other country—but not to Japan. That uniquely Korean stubbornness kicked in, and the exchange students threw themselves into training with a vengeance. The one who ended up busiest as a result was Seong Ha-ri. Students kept seeking out the woman once called the strongest hero alive.

For the record, I sat out the second exchange match as well. I piled on every excuse about not feeling well that I could invent. In exchange, I promised I'd definitely take part in the third. Once you'd come as an exchange student, you had to compete at least once. Otherwise the gossip would never stop.

And Principal Tenrai Nagisa accepted Mieko's proposal. We wouldn't be the only ones on the operation, though. Trusted teachers from Arashi Academy ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠would join, and Seong Ha-ri would take part as well.

Ha-ri joining was a given. From Tenrai Nagisa's perspective, she's a sure asset.

Ha-ri hadn't wanted anything to do with it.

Madojeong, armed with the power of the gods? She couldn't have cared less. God or no god, she was confident she could crush them.

To put it bluntly, whether Japan went to hell or not was none of Ha-ri's concern. Madojeong, once it ruled Japan, would eventually reach for Korea—but by then, it wouldn't be Korea alone. The entire world would refuse to sit still. If every Hero Association on the planet moved, even a Madojeong that had claimed divine power would have no choice but to fold.

I learned that the hard way in the first loop. Make the whole world your enemy and life gets filthy exhausting.

So Ha-ri's position was perfectly reasonable. I supported her thinking.

In the end, I was the one who talked her into it.

The persuasion took less than ten minutes.

I simply dug in my heels. The finishing blow was, "Even if Mom doesn't go, I'm going." From Ha-ri's point of view, the thought that I might die must have hit hard.

She wanted to stick by my side for the whole operation… but that wasn't happening.

Ha-ri would head to Hiroshima to stop Susanoo's descent ritual. I would go to Mount Fuji to stop Tsukuyomi's. Principal Tenrai Nagisa would take Hokkaido, where Amaterasu's ritual was already underway.

The operation would begin in three days.

So what was I doing right now? Walking toward Arashi Academy's old school building with the student council president. The old building sat behind the main campus.

"The Exorcism Department put in a request to run a haunted house using the old building. We haven't approved it yet, but the student council is looking at it favorably. We're heading there now to check whether the place has any problems."

Rachel spoke as she walked a step ahead of me.

"…I didn't ask."

"Your face was asking. It had 'this is a pain' written all over it."

I raised a hand and scrubbed at my face. Needless to say, no such words were written there.

"…Does the student council president really handle this kind of thing herself?"

"If not me, then who?"

"Usually the people under you, right?"

"There are no people under anyone in the student council, and no people above. Everyone's equal. Ah—except for seniority. I'm American, so I chase freedom and equality, but some rules still have to be kept, don't they?"

Rachel joked lightly.

I stole glances at her as we walked.

Rachel shared a few ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠overlapping traits with Clara. First, the blonde hair. Look closer, though, and the shades differed. Rachel's was a platinum blonde nearly white; Clara's was honey blonde.

Both of them were I-cups, and the presence of those chests was formidable. Neither figure left anything to complain about.

What truly set them apart was the atmosphere.

Rachel felt like a European princess. Clara carried a rough edge that called up the American West. I couldn't say which I preferred. To my eyes, both were captivating women.

Clara's body looks like it overflows with springy firmness. Rachel's, on the other hand, looks soft enough that you'd sink deep no matter where you touched.

Both of them got me hard. Even now, watching Rachel from behind, I felt like my cock would swell the moment I let my guard down.

"So why did you call me along?"

"Nothing special. I got reports that you skip out a lot, so I'm escorting you myself. With me right here, don't even think about slacking off."

"Slacking off… that's unfair."

"Then let me ask. Where were you yesterday?"

"Sparring with Shinbo. We sharpened each other through the match. We're academy students—I think we stayed true to our duties."

"You talk a good game. Student council work is part of your duties too. You're a member now. And the day before yesterday?"

"……"

I shut my mouth. I could hardly say I'd gone to Kabukicho and fucked prostitutes.

She let out a sigh.

"I'll allow a certain amount of freeloading. You weren't originally part of the student council, and you're an exchange student from the Korean academy. But please show at least some interest in the council's work."

"I'm sorry. I'll do better from now on."

"Don't forget—I hate men who lie."

A breeze swept through.

Her skirt fluttered. Frustratingly, only a sliver of thigh came into view.

Watching that, I settled on how I would break Rachel down.

I pulled a white beaded bracelet from my inventory and fastened it around my wrist.

Lucky Pervert ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Charm. Been a while. The side effects are pretty nasty… but worth enduring.

The side effects hit hard. You might suddenly catch a disease, or get struck by lightning out of a clear sky. Without Full Recovery, you wouldn't even dare touch the thing.

I've got Full Recovery, so I just have to tough out the pain.

Enjoy myself a bit, then take the bracelet off. Being single-use, putting it back on wouldn't restore the lucky-lewd effect—but at ten points, the price was nothing.

We arrived at the old school building.

"That's the old building. We've only done the bare minimum of upkeep, so… it's not quite abandoned, but the atmosphere is eerie. Seong, are you scared of things like that?"

"Me? I've beaten ghosts to a pulp before."

"Haha. So that means you're not scared. Shall we go in and look around, then? If you spot anything dangerous, tell me right away."

We stepped through the entrance.

—Meooow~!

From the dark shadow beside the doorway, a black cat burst out.

"Kyaaak!"

She screamed in shock, and the cat, equally startled, bolted—straight under Rachel's skirt. The skirt flared high, and I got a clear look at the purple panties wrapped around her generous ass.

Holy shit. Soft face, but those panties are ridiculously sexy! Perfect.

The Lucky Pervert Charm's effect was rock solid.

Rachel flushed and pressed her skirt down.

"D-Did you see?"

"The purple panties? Surprisingly, they suited you well."

"Y-You saw them…!"

"Glare all you want… what am I supposed to do about something I already saw? It was force majeure."

"…Haa."

Rachel sighed. She understood better than anyone that it truly had been unavoidable, so she couldn't even chew me out. That was simply how lucky lewd accidents worked.

Wiiiiiiing.

A ringing started in my right ear.

Ah, damn. Side effects already. This one's early.

It didn't hurt. The ringing was just loud enough to be seriously annoying. It faded in under five seconds.

Whew. What's the next side effect going to be? I braced myself before using the charm, and I'm still worried.

That was that, and this was this. For now, I decided to enjoy the lucky lewd accidents.

"Something feels off."

"Want to turn back?"

"…No. We came all this way—we can't leave just because it feels wrong. Work is work."

Rachel opened the old wooden door and stepped inside. A protruding splinter snagged her skirt. Rachel herself never noticed. The fabric rode up, putting her purple panties on full, shameless display.

She walked farther in. The skirt slipped free of the splinter on its own and fell back into place. Rachel never realized a thing.

Normally you'd notice a skirt hiked that high… but the charm's effect is keeping her from catching on. Truly an incredible item. If only it weren't for the side effects.

A faint pull tugged at the back of my skull. I rolled my neck a little, and the sensation vanished.

Creak. Creak.

The floor groaned with every step down the corridor.

"…The wooden flooring's rotting. This looks dangerous—we'll have to replace it."

"Do we have to replace it ourselves?"

"No. We just notify the Exorcism Department and do the inspection. They're the ones using the old building. Hmm. The windows are surprisingly usable. Not many broken panes."

"Uh, President. You might not want to go that way."

"Pardon?"

Despite my warning, Rachel couldn't stop in time. Watching the windows as she walked, her right foot plunged into a hole. A ten-centimeter drop was more than enough to startle her.

"Kyaaaak!"

She toppled forward.

The way she fell was lewd. Knees planted, ass thrust high, upper body pressed to the floor. Cat pose—in other words, the perfect position for taking it from behind. I stared hard at the center of those purple panties.

The axe-mark cleft stood out sharp and clear. Her pussy had eaten into the fabric.

That isn't easy to pull off… her pussy must be seriously thick.

My mouth watered.

"Hey! Couldn't you have caught me?"

Rachel scrambled up, face burning red, and glared at me.

I felt a little wronged. She was the one who'd fallen. On top of that, I'd warned her.

"I didn't expect the president to fall. Someone of your caliber, I assumed you'd sense it."

"……I would have, normally."

"…Normally? Today's different?"

"I'm not in good condition. More precisely, ever since we entered this old building. How about you?"

"Same as always."

"…Anyway, next time it looks like I'm about to fall, catch me. That's basic manners."

"In Korea, touching a woman carelessly can land you in handcuffs."

"I won't make an issue of it, so don't worry!"

We checked the old classrooms one by ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠one. The place reeked of age. And trash—lots of it. Mostly snack wrappers and drink cans. Cigarette butts were common too.

"Looks like students used this as a hangout. Haa. The old building is supposed to be off-limits…"

"Well, places like this tend to have a weird kind of romance to them."

"This classroom should be usable after a cleaning."

The moment we stepped into the room next door, a familiar smell hit me.

A faintly metallic, peculiar scent.

I frowned at once.

"Th-This is…!"

Rachel froze in shock. Used condoms lay scattered carelessly across the floor in front of her. The highlight sat in the center of the classroom: desks pushed together like a bed, adult toys and dried liquid stains covering the surface.

While Rachel flushed and lost the power of speech, I calmly surveyed the room. Then I nearly choked on disbelief.

Most of these toys are for men? There are a few for women mixed in… they did SM play here?

Judging by the gear, the man was the M. The woman was the S.

From the smell, they finished last night and left.

Arashi Academy. Hotter place than I'd expected.

"President. What should we do?"

"W-What do you mean, what should we do?!"