Chapter 701
Chapter 701
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 701
Chapter Title: Savior of the Academy
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We arrived at a vast training ground. The ceiling towered more than 10 meters high, and the area was larger than four soccer fields combined. In one corner, weapons like swords, blades, and spears were neatly arranged, while straw dummies for practice clustered in the other.
'A barrier created for training.'
This barrier had two advantages: its expansive space and the dummies and floor that reformed even after being destroyed. Beyond that, it had nothing special—no high mana density or anything.
Sung Ha-ri had been using this training ground since she was young.
"Alright, Yu-jin. Time to get ready?"
"Yeah."
Sung Ha-ri set me down from her arms. I toddled over to the weapons, picking up a wooden spear with a blunted tip.
I'd been training under Sung Ha-ri lately. When I said I wanted to become a hero, she started toughening me up. She seemed to wish I wouldn't become one, though.
I chose the spear over a sword because I had some interest in it. Plus, Sung Ha-ri was once called a legend wielding just a spear. Learning from her naturally meant the spear.
I stood before her, gripping the wooden spear.
'Honestly, a steel spear would be fine too. With my current physical abilities, I could wield it one-handed.'
But she wouldn't allow it. Too dangerous, she said.
"Yu-jin. Remember what we learned last time?"
"Yeah. Lan-lan-roo."
"It's Lan-na-chal. Shall we try it?"
"Okay. Mommy."
I gripped the wooden spear firmly with both hands and swung it through the air. Lan-na-chal: spin to push out, spin inward to press, then thrust. These three were the basics of spear technique, she said.
I moved the spear just as she'd taught me.
"Yu-jin. What did Mommy say was most important last time?"
"Legs and hips. Hips I'm confident in."
"This kid..."
Sung Ha-ri's cheeks flushed slightly. She'd caught my sex joke. But it was fleeting—her face turned serious.
"Yu-jin. That was too big a motion just now. Don't make your movements oversized just because the spear is long. Handle it as efficiently as possible."
"Like this?"
"Good. But you can do it faster, right?"
"I'll try."
A spear was different from a sword. Since it wasn't familiar, my focus kept wavering. If it were a sword... My mind kept drifting to swords.
'Sigh. Pathetic. No talent.'
That was my self-assessment. I felt like I couldn't even nail the basics. If I was this bad, what about Sung Ha-ri? She surely knew I had no aptitude for spears.
'But she's teaching me without showing it, and it's not just because I'm her son.'
If her son lacked talent, she'd normally discourage him more. The reason Sung Ha-ri kept teaching me spear arts without giving up was that she already knew my talent. As a spirit user. Spear skills were just supplementary to her. Learning them as a backup was never a bad idea.
"Yu-jin. Want to play tag with Mommy?"
"Sure. Mommy's it."
It was running disguised as tag. Right now, she focused more on conditioning my body than technique. Awakening to superhuman power didn't mean you could skip training—otherwise, you'd fall behind.
After tag came my favorite: javelin throws. I took stance and hurled the spear at a dummy over 50 meters away. It spun through the air, nailing the dummy's head dead-on.
Clap clap clap clap!
Sung Ha-ri applauded as if she'd been waiting.
"Yu-jin, you're really good at throwing!"
I recalled her shocked face the first time she saw my javelin throw. I'd hit a dummy at 30 meters perfectly back then.
'Javelin throws are easy.'
Thanks to the [Shooting] trait, accuracy for ranged attacks was guaranteed. All I had to do was put power into the spear and release.
"Yu-jin. Want to try the bow?"
"Bows are boring."
Whether javelin or bow, it all came down to hitting the mark. She thought I had amazing bow talent, but I had zero interest. Why use a bow when a gun would do?
The dummies got farther. Each throw still shattered them. With my current strength, 300 meters was about my limit. I figured the human world record was under 100 meters.
After a few throws, I resumed spear drills.
"Lan-lan-roo! Lan-lan-roo!"
"It's Lan-na-chal."
While practicing, I wiped sweat and ended up stripping off my clothes entirely.
"Y-Yu-jin?! Why are you suddenly taking off your clothes?!"
"Hot."
"Still, you need to wear clothes!"
"It's fine. I can go naked."
Sung Ha-ri dressed me again, but I stripped right away. Forcing clothes on or off—which was easier? Anyone knew. In the end, she gave up first.
"...Haa. What if you get hurt while training... Yu-jin. Everything else is fine, but can't you at least wear underwear?"
"No. Too hot."
I ditched the underwear too. My sturdy, age-inappropriate dick swung freely. From afar, it might look like I had three legs.
Sung Ha-ri blushed slightly at the sight, even though it wasn't her first time.
'Training naked is the way.'
The spear felt better in my swings now. Not just my imagination.
"Put a bit more power into your grip."
She watched from the side, pointing out flaws immediately. Her gaze occasionally drifted to my dick. She saw and touched it daily, yet it still fascinated her.
Suddenly, mischief struck. I set the spear down and turned to her.
"Mommy."
"What's up? Hurt somewhere?"
She eyed me worriedly as I stopped abruptly.
"Watch closely."
I grabbed my dick with one hand and thrust my hips. It flopped around.
"Lan-lan-roo!"
"Pfft!"
She burst laughing, flustered, then grabbed my shoulders.
"Y-Yu-jin. You can't do that."
"Why? Lan-lan-roo!"
"It's embarrassing. Don't do it, especially not in front of others! Got it?"
"Can I do it in front of Mommy?"
Sung Ha-ri hesitated, mouth flapping. After thinking, she nodded awkwardly.
"Y-Yeah, only in front of Mommy. Never in front of others. Okay?"
"Got it. Yap! Lan-lan-roo!"
I practiced spear moves with my dick until I got bored and quit. Sitting on the floor watching her, she fetched a steel spear over 2 meters long from the corner—unlike my child-sized wooden one.
She trained here too, just like me.
"Yu-jin. Watch Mommy closely."
She gripped the spear and took stance.
Her presence alone was overwhelming. Even though the spear wasn't pointed at me and I was just watching from the side, I felt crushed.
Sung Ha-ri's spear moved. Lan-na-chal. The basic she always stressed. She swung slowly, deliberately so I could follow. Even I, no spear expert, could see how crisp it was.
She repeated the basics.
A memory surfaced. I'd once asked what spear style she was teaching. She had no formal training—just endless basics, then instinct took over. She was a genius needing no techniques, her battle sense extraordinary.
"See it, Yu-jin?"
"Yeah. Lan-lan-roo."
"Lan-na-chal. Let's call it here for today?"
I scampered over and started tugging at her training clothes.
"Yu-jin?!"
Flustered, she snatched me by the waist. Hoisted up, I kept trying to undress her.
"Mommy's hot too. I'll help you undress."
"No. Mommy's fine."
She refused, but I persisted. After over five minutes of tussling, she sighed and stripped. We'd seen and done it all years ago. Resisting was pointless; she knew.
Naked, she shyly covered her breasts with arms and clamped her thighs. Her body was stunning—no one would believe she was a mom.
"Mommy! Show me Lan-na-chal!"
"...Now?"
"Now! Hurry!"
I threw a tantrum. Kids could be stubborn without it seeming weird. And Sung Ha-ri always gave in to mine, unless extreme. Showing spear moves was easy for her.
"Just a little."
She took serious stance and swung. Her huge breasts jiggled on thrusts, pink nipples bouncing; swings tensed thighs and hips, revealing dynamic muscles.
I got hard watching her body's beauty intently.
"Whew. Feels weird naked. Yu-jin, that's enough... Eek."
Sung Ha-ri flinched at my erection.
"Mommy... My dick hurts."
"Yu-jin. Not now. Later tonight, after bath and dinner. Okay? You can hold out?"
She cooed soothingly.
We'd crossed the line long ago. Almost every night, we slept together and fucked. She never refused at night, but drew lines other times. Probably thinking of the future.
"Can't hold it."
I charged her. Climbed her upright body like a tree, legs around waist, hands squeezing breasts, perched on her shoulders.
"Wh-what? Yu-jin?!"
Shocked by my speed, she grabbed my waist anyway, fearing I'd fall.
Like piggyback, but my dick was at her face. I grabbed her head and rubbed it on her cheeks.
"Mommy..."
"Wait. Get down a sec... Mmph...!"
Wet warmth from the tip. My dick was in her mouth. I didn't miss, thrusting hips.
"Glrk. Mmph! Nng...!"
I shook like a monkey.
???
We showered right after leaving the training ground. My white cum clung thickly to her body and hair. We'd fucked after that, then headed home.
"Yu-jin. Absolutely. Absolutely don't treat anyone but Mommy like that."
"Yeah, yeah."
I replied annoyed. She reminded me daily. Unbeknownst to her, I'd been swinging my dick freely around the neighborhood. Even at my elementary school, over five female teachers were my dick houses.
"You didn't do anything to Si-eun, right?"
Lee Si-eun.
My childhood friend from kindergarten. Not my type yet, so untouched. Just early education here and there.
"Didn't do anything."
"Don't treat Si-eun like Mommy. And don't tell anyone what we do. Got it?"
"Yeah."
I hadn't touched Si-eun, nor planned to for years. But her mom got pounded two or three times weekly. Lately, wondering if I should give Si-eun a sibling.
"What for dinner? Fried rice?"
My face hardened.
"Chicken."
"We had chicken yesterday. How about pork cutlet? Or beef soup?"
"Chicken."
"...Doesn't Mommy's cooking taste good?"
Sung Ha-ri asked sadly.
I nodded without hesitation.
"Yeah. Tastes bad."
She wasn't hopeless at cooking. She'd improved lately. But still below average. My palate, spoiled by Yuria's gourmet food, didn't match. Delivery chicken was way better.
"Chicken's still no. Too much isn't healthy. Have cereal instead."
"I'll have cereal."
"..."
I heard her sigh.