Chapter 734
Chapter 734
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 734
Chapter Title: The Academy's Savior
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“...Hng...”
Her slender hand slid toward her crotch. Her fingers parted the pubic hair, and her long middle finger deftly slipped into her tight virgin hole without tearing her hymen. One finger wasn’t enough anymore. It used to feel so full before, but lately, she needed at least one more to satisfy that craving.
But adding another finger right now would definitely rip her hymen. That was her last line of defense.
“Ah, ahk... Ang!”
Squelch, squelch.
As her finger moved, love juices began to trickle out from her pussy.
Choi Da-yeon felt both sexual pleasure and a lingering dissatisfaction. Back when she’d first discovered masturbation, her mind would flash with ecstasy, nearly making her squirt. But once her pussy got used to her fingers, that intense pleasure started to fade. Now, the juices only trickled out in small spurts.
If I just added one more finger...
She shook off the temptation and refocused on the TV screen.
The actress on all fours crawled toward the male actor’s groin, lapping at his massive cock and dangling balls. She even sniffed at it.
Gulp.
What did it smell like? What did it taste like?
Squelch, squelch.
Love juices now flowed steadily from her pussy. Still not enough. She stripped off her top and bra, going fully naked to concentrate on her masturbation.
The male actor’s huge cock slid into the actress’s pussy. She didn’t seem to be in pain. Instead, she kept moaning how good it felt, letting out lewd cries.
What would it feel like to have something that big inside me?
The video grew more intense as it went on. The actress was dominated by the man’s massive tool. She spewed filthy words, struck obscene poses, and screamed in pleasure until her throat went hoarse under his pounding.
Suddenly, Choi Da-yeon thought of Sung Yu-jin. She imagined herself defeated by him, pinned beneath him. She knew it was unthinkable as the heir to the Golden Tree Clan, but she couldn’t stop the fantasy.
Being roughly handled by Sung Yu-jin, fucked over and over, not just her pussy but her ass violated too...
Squeeze.
Her pussy clenched tight.
“Ah, aaaaah!”
Her body trembled as she climaxed. It felt a bit better than usual. But something was still missing.
She pulled her finger from her entrance and toyed with her labia and clit.
...Did I just think of Sung Yu-jin? Ha. It’s that male actor’s fault. He looks way too much like Sung Yu-jin.
She refocused on masturbating. She had a high sex drive. She needed to relieve it to sleep deeply and concentrate in class tomorrow.
“Eut, aaaah...”
Squelch, squelch.
After the sparring match ended, I headed straight to the infirmary.
I wasn’t injured. Choi Da-yeon hadn’t landed a single effective hit during the match. Even if she had, the simulator would’ve prevented any real damage.
I came to the infirmary to see Kim Cheon-woo. He’d gone berserk during the spar and was dragged here for a psych evaluation.
Before meeting him, the psychiatrist gave me a warning.
“He seems fine now, but he’s gone berserk once, so there’s no guarantee it won’t happen again. The tests aren’t fully done yet either. I can only allow 15 minutes.”
“Yes. That’s plenty.”
On my way to the waiting room, I ran into Ma Jin-bae. He snarled like a beast the moment he saw me.
“Sung Yu-jin... You bastard... What the hell did you say to Cheon-woo? He’s not like this normally. What did you whisper to turn him into that?”
“You think I have to explain every detail to you? If you’re done, go back to the dorms and sleep. Kim Cheon-woo’s immaturity is his own problem, not mine.”
“You fucking prick!”
Ma Jin-bae grabbed my collar.
Stab.
“...!!”
I stabbed his side with a small knife. He swung a fist at my face. I blocked with my left hand and twisted his wrist.
Crack.
Ma Jin-bae’s wrist shattered.
“Kuk!”
“I’d love to kill you right now, but this is the academy, so I’ll hold back. Lucky for you, it’s the infirmary—go get treated. And...”
I yanked his collar like a hook. As his head lolled helplessly, I pressed the knife tip to his throat. Red blood dripped from the blade.
“Don’t fuck with me again. It makes me want to rip apart your parents and little brother in Gwangju.”
“Y-You... my family...!”
“I haven’t done anything. Yet.”
Stab.
I plunged the knife into his left shoulder.
“Kreurgh...!”
“Consider this a gift. Remember what I said.”
I let go of the knife and walked past him. Ma Jin-bae staggered but didn’t fall, glaring daggers at my back. My spine tingled, so I turned.
“Ma Jin-gu.”
His little brother’s name—he’d just started elementary school.
“...”
Ma Jin-bae lowered his eyes.
Kim Cheon-woo sat lost in thought. He only looked up when I approached.
“...Sung Yu-jin? What are you doing here?”
“Came to see what the berserker was up to. You demolished Yoo Seung-jun. Felt damn good.”
“I didn’t mean to go that far on him.”
“Really?”
“...”
Going berserk didn’t mean he lost control to someone else. He’d simply let his emotions take over. By his own will, he’d butchered Yoo Seung-jun—over 20 times, practically killing him.
“...By the way, what’s that blood on your clothes?”
“Nothing. Don’t worry about it. More importantly, you trust me, right?”
“Trust you...? On what?”
“That Yoo Seung-jun’s a demonkin. That’s why you berserked, because he’s demonkin. Right?”
“...”
Kim Cheon-woo bowed his head. If eyes are mirrors to the soul, his was shaking like leaves in an autumn breeze.
I sat in the chair one seat away.
“Let’s be honest, Kim Cheon-woo. You think the same as me. Yoo Seung-jun deserved to suffer. Deserved to die.”
“No. I... don’t think that.”
“Then you’ll just let him live? Won’t tell the academy or association about what he is?”
“...I plan to tell the academy. Yoo Seung-jun will face justice under the law.”
I snickered mockingly.
“Justice under the law? You really believe that?”
“It’s the right way. You have no right to laugh.”
“Yoo Seung-jun won’t face the law’s judgment.”
“Planning to interfere? Or maybe kill him yourself.”
“Neither. Think about who’s backing him. Yoo Seung-jun’s a talent in the Magic Police. They’ll pull dirty strings to take him.”
This was a lie.
From the Magic Police’s view, he was talented but not worth major losses over. They’d ditch him in a heartbeat.
“The association... wouldn’t do that.”
“You really trust the association?”
“...”
Kim Cheon-woo didn’t fully trust them. Deep down, he thought if they were truly about order and justice, his parents wouldn’t have died.
“Kim Cheon-woo. Demonkin and demons deserve to suffer and die. Why? Because that’s what they do to humans. Eye for an eye. Tooth for a tooth. What’s simpler than that?”
“...Demonkin are humans contracted with demons. Not demons themselves.”
“No. The moment they contract, they become demons. They’ve abandoned their humanity. If you let a demonkin live, they’ll commit more atrocities. Kill innocent kids and offer their souls to demons.”
“...”
He didn’t strongly refute. Proof he was wavering. Freshly enrolled at the academy, he was still naive, without deep ties to friends or teachers for advice.
Kim Cheon-woo. This guy’s trait has extreme compatibility against demons. Using him will be huge for killing demons.
I never forgot my goal.
The 5th Demon Legion Commander from my first run, the Demon King of Ruin, Mekin—who used and betrayed me at the crucial moment. Just knowing that bastard was still alive pissed me off.
After five minutes of silence, Kim Cheon-woo spoke.
“...What do you want me to do? Go kill Yoo Seung-jun now? What changes if I do?”
“Everything. The world gets cleaner, the academy safer. You know there’s more than one demonkin and demon here?”
“...What? Who? Who’s a demonkin?! No, demons at the academy?!”
He shot to his feet and grabbed my shoulders. I nearly snapped his neck. A guy daring to grab me...? Suppressing my rage, I spoke.
“Kim Cheon-woo. I’m disappointed. Demonkin suffering is natural. But you won’t kill them yourself and plan to hand them to the association? Are you kidding? I thought your berserk meant real hatred for demonkin and demons... Guess I was wrong.”
“You... What are you? Why do you hate demons and demonkin so much...?”
“I don’t owe you my life story.”
I shook off his hand.
“I was stupid thinking I could work with you. You’re just moping here. I’ll kill the trash demonkin and demons myself.”
“Wait!”
He blocked the door, dropping to his knees and looking up at me.
“You’re right! The moment they join hands with demons, they’re no longer human—they’re demons. I was wrong. I foolishly thought demonkin had circumstances too. You’re right to be disappointed. You’re serious about killing them and getting revenge... But I...”
He bit his lip and bowed deeply.
“Give me one more chance! Let me kill demonkin and demons too!”
“Can you kill Yoo Seung-jun?”
“Yes. Because... he’s demonkin.”
“Good. I’ll trust you once more. I’d love to say go kill him now, but... moving too openly might alert the other hidden demonkin. Follow my lead for now. Got it?”
“Got it. What do I do?”
“Rest now. Visiting hours are up. See you at the academy tomorrow.”
I offered my hand. He took it and stood. My skin crawled with hives, but now I had the demon-slaying weapon called Kim Cheon-woo.
Midnight that day.
I pulled my hood low and poured hot water on the mirror. Mirror Tunnel activated, and I stepped through. I emerged in a building downtown, outside the academy—one I’d bought before enrolling.
Fastest way to slip out safely at night.
Academy curfew was 7 p.m. Students couldn’t leave or enter after without special reason. Dorm curfew was looser at 10 p.m., barely enforced.
I stepped outside. Downtown buzzed even at midnight. High mana density here made it a hub for hero industry businesses. Even non-students—heroes and those seeking special items—flocked here.
Bzzz.
My smartphone vibrated briefly.
Lee Kang-hoo: Sung Yu-jin-nim. I’m sorry. I failed to recognize you and made a mistake. Here’s a chicken gift card I prepared for you.
Lee Kang-hoo: I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please forgive me...
Lee Kang-hoo: Is there anything you want? I’ll get it if I can.
Messages every few hours since three hours ago.
This guy’s been freaking out. Sewer rat probably didn’t recognize my strength... He must’ve figured out I’m Sung Ha-ri’s son.
I read and ignored them. That’d make his ass pucker more.
Let’s see. Right alley from the French restaurant...
After weaving through alleys, I found a shabby building in a corner. No sign. Faint light leaked through the door’s window, hinting at life inside. I opened the door and entered.
The interior was as cramped as it looked—under 5 pyeong. Dim bulb overhead left it shadowy. One table, one chair. A door at the back.
I removed my hood and sat. Sensing a customer, the owner emerged from the back.
“Welcome...”
The owner froze upon seeing me.