The Academy's Savior
“President. What should we do?”
“W-what do you mean, what should we do?!”
I calmly met her flustered gaze and continued.
“This classroom. Should we clean it or something?”
At my question, Rachel’s blue eyes wavered. She cleared her throat as if to shake off the embarrassment and answered in a much calmer voice.
“Cleaning this building isn’t our job. We came to check the building’s condition. Don’t forget our purpose.”
“Check, huh… Looking at that, even inspecting the old school building seems tough.”
I pointed a finger at one side of the wall. An old cloth that looked like it had been used as a blanket hung there. It was yellowish, of course, and covered in strange stains. I didn’t even want to get close.
Rachel’s face hardened completely.
“W-what’s that now?!”
“It’s a cloth. From what I can tell, it was used as a blanket. They probably threw it over that desk-bed and used it. Would’ve been decently soft that way.”
“…That stain that looks like blood…”
“It’s not a stain that looks like blood. It’s just a bloodstain.”
“……Why is that hanging on the wall?”
“Who knows. Maybe they were too lazy to throw it away and just hung it up, or maybe it was to cover the window. Could even be their sexual fetish. We’ll only know for sure if we ask them directly.”
I figured it was the lazy-to-throw-away option. From their perspective this place was no different from a dump. Aside from being deserted enough to make it the perfect spot for sex, it had zero advantages.
“What about the chance something’s behind the blanket?”
“No way to know until we check.”
“Schrödinger’s cat, then…. As student council president, I order you. Seong Yujin, check what’s behind that blanket right now!”
“Huh? No thanks. Whatever’s behind that blanket, I don’t want to get near it. You check it, President. You should set an example.”
“…You’ve been slacking off on student council work this whole time. Think of it as making up for that and go check.”
I frowned. I really didn’t want to get close. That blanket reeked of filth and garbage that would rot your nose off.
“That’s an abuse of authority. What if something horrible is back there?”
“Something horrible…. At least it won’t be a living creature. I can’t sense any presence.”
“There are things scarier than living creatures.”
“…Scarier things?”
“For example… something related to the owner’s sexual fetish. Ugh. Just thinking about it is disgusting.”
Rachel frowned as if she was imagining something too. She let out a sigh and took a step forward. In the end she didn’t force me.
“I’ll check it.”
I stepped ahead of her first and spoke.
“Huh? You just said you wouldn’t.”
“Thinking about it, I’ve been slacking way too much. I can grit my teeth and handle dirty, hard work at least.”
My goal was to earn Rachel’s favor. For that, I could put up with something dirty and annoying.
I strode right up to the filthy blanket. I grabbed the edge with my fingers and pulled. The blanket dropped to the floor.
There was nothing behind the blanket. Or so I would’ve liked, but a large poster was stuck to the wall. A naked man was on all fours like a dog, and a naked woman sat astride his lower back.
The woman leaned her upper body forward to flaunt her ample breasts, reaching one hand down to tightly grip the man’s rock-hard erect cock. The smile on her lips was so lewd…. I almost forgot the situation and pulled out my phone to search for the woman.
The professional touch makes it clear this is an AV actress photo. The fact that it’s uncensored is a bit surprising. Probably the illegal side rather than official sales?
I understood why they’d covered the wall with a blanket. That poster was way too well shot. The actress’s sex appeal came through even in the photo. It probably broke their concentration too much during sex.
“Hic.”
At the sound of a hiccup I turned around.
Rachel’s face was bright red as she hiccuped. Our eyes met. She took an involuntary step back.
“I-it’s nothing special, right? This is Japan. AV actress photos are everywhere.”
“Even for Japan, that seems a bit much.”
“A-anyway, good work. I’ll check that corner over there. That square thing… it’s obviously a fridge.”
Rachel was already walking quickly toward the small refrigerator before I finished speaking. It was her own effort to break the awkward atmosphere.
“Looks like a mini-fridge for lunch boxes or something. I’m a bit thirsty too… if there’s anything to drink I’ll confiscate it. Where are they even getting power… maybe there’s a generator nearby.”
Click.
She opened the fridge door.
There were no lunch boxes inside. Instead it was packed with multicolored condoms. Every single condom was filled with semen.
“Hic…”
There were at least fifty of them. Thankfully the condoms were tied off like water balloons. Even refrigerated, that many meant more than half would be in bad condition.
“Going to drink some?”
“Are you insane?!”
Bang!
Rachel slammed the fridge door shut hard, cold sweat running down her face as she stared at the still-unchecked areas. Her expression said she was terrified of what else might come out.
“W-why would anyone put that in a fridge?!”
“Must be a hobby.”
“Collecting their own semen is a hobby?!”
With all the freaks in this world, it wasn’t a particularly surprising hobby.
“That doesn’t sound right. From what I can tell, the woman holds the initiative in this space. The fridge is obviously hers too.”
“…Collecting that is the woman’s hobby…?”
“Yeah. Why would a guy collect semen balloons? From a woman’s perspective it could be trophies or something like that.”
“…….”
Rachel’s face turned bright red. She pretended to know nothing and quickly finished checking the classroom. Nothing more unusual or strange turned up.
“Haa…. I’m completely drained. We’ll have to find the students who used this place and give them a proper warning.”
“Just a warning? You’re merciful.”
“I don’t have authority beyond that. Of course I could ask the teachers to convene a disciplinary committee, but… I don’t want to go that far.”
We checked the other classrooms. Only the ones near the old school building entrance were especially full of trash. The rest were in decent enough shape that a little work would fix them.
There was no trace of the flustered girl from that first classroom. Now she was displaying the soft charisma of a student council president.
“Overall the condition is good. If we thoroughly clean and repair a few sections, we can use the old school building.”
Our old-school-building date with her was coming to an end.
I felt a little disappointed. We’d walked around for nearly an hour and not a single lucky pervert event had triggered. Defective product?
“Good work, President.”
“Seong, isn’t it a bit early for that greeting?”
“There’s more?”
“There’s a gym storehouse next to the old school building. We should check that last. There won’t be anything special.”
“Hmm.”
“What’s wrong?”
“When you say it like that, President, it feels like there has to be something in that gym storehouse.”
“Oh, come on…”
Rachel crossed her arms as if she couldn’t believe it. Her already large I-cup breasts became even more prominent. I stole a sidelong glance at them.
“My luck hasn’t been great today, but… the misfortune is already over. There’ll be nothing in the gym storehouse. We’ll just breathe in a little old dust and be done.”
“That’s not exactly a great experience either.”
“Enough small talk. Let’s finish the work and head back.”
As always today, she took the lead and I followed behind.
“…….”
“…….”
Rachel’s bold claim was wrong.
There was something ridiculous in the old school building’s gym storehouse.
Right in the center of the storehouse was a staircase leading underground. It looked extremely ominous at a glance.
“…President?”
“Ah, y-yes.”
“Is there normally an underground staircase in the gym storehouse? And one that looks this deep?”
“I looked at the blueprints the student council keeps before coming to the old school building. There’s no underground space in the old school building. Same for the gym storehouse. This can only mean someone built a staircase into the gym storehouse.”
Rachel’s face was serious. It was a serious enough matter. There could be an A-Class villain under this underground storehouse.
“Are we going down?”
“No. I won’t do anything that reckless. We should head back and report this directly to the headmaster. Come on, let’s turn around and leave.”
Bang!
The open storehouse door suddenly slammed shut by itself.
“…Seong?”
“I didn’t do it. And there was no one near the door. The door closed on its own. You saw it too, President.”
“If it wasn’t your prank…”
Rachel reached a hand toward the door. Her hand never touched it. It was blocked as if by an invisible wall.
Dungeon.
The moment Rachel grasped the situation she pulled out her smartphone.
“There’s no way to contact the outside. Seong. Can you use a spirit to inform them of the situation?”
“Ah, using spirit summoning and reverse summoning. As expected of the President. You thought of a method right away.”
“Anyone could think of that.”
“In situations like this most people’s thoughts get short. People like you are rare, President. Anyway, I’ll try it as you said. Spirit… kuhak! Kuh, cough!”
I clutched my body with both hands and staggered.
Pain suddenly surged up from inside me. When I coughed, bright red blood poured out. Blood pooled on the gym storehouse floor in an instant. My eyes started to hurt too. The red in my vision meant the capillaries in my eyes had burst. I felt liquid running from my nose. My head was spinning and my limbs trembled finely.
…I’m gonna die.
My insides were a mess. The internal injuries were severe. I could barely use mana at all. If I didn’t get treatment within a few hours I was actually going to die.
“Seong! Are you okay?! I’m sorry, I made a pointless request…!”
Rachel hurried to my side. Instead of carelessly supporting me, she laid me down comfortably. Her handling made it a little better.
…This isn’t a side effect of spirit summoning. My body turned into complete garbage before I even summoned Mocha. It’s not a dungeon curse either. If it were that I could handle it to some degree. Pain and wounds with no known cause. The fact that I don’t know the cause tells me the cause.
I glanced at my wrist. This bastard was trying to kill me.
“Seong. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, well, I’m fi— bleh! …ne.”
I continued speaking while vomiting blood. My vision swam. My right eye couldn’t see. Still, once I adapted a little I could move my limbs.
“…We can’t just wait for rescue at the dungeon entrance. I’ll start clearing the dungeon.”
The moment Rachel steeled herself and declared that—
Bang.
It felt like my brain and heart exploded at the same time.
Death Resistance
You will not die for the next 15 seconds.