Chapter 744
Chapter 744
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 744
Chapter Title: The Academy's Savior
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"This dungeon practicum will be in groups of three. You can't change groups until the practicum exam next month... Eek?!"
"Teacher? What's wrong all of a sudden?"
What's wrong? The dildo inside her panties is vibrating, that's what.
"Oh, it's nothing. Just a sudden chill..."
Yoon Hee-jeong shot me a glare. I stuck out my tongue and wriggled it teasingly. Her face flushed red as she looked away.
I chuckled at her reaction. Controlling the dildo buried in her pussy with just a remote was endlessly entertaining.
I'll have to check how wet her pussy got during break time.
Yoon Hee-jeong continued as if nothing had happened.
"We'll decide groups fairly with a draw. Don't forget, the dungeon practicum is pass/fail—no absolute grading. Oh, and we'll elect a class rep next week. If you're interested, think it over."
"Teacher, is there any benefit to being class rep?"
"Of course. The class rep helps me out, so you'll get 2 store points every month. More work means more points, right?"
A few students' eyes lit up at the mention of store points.
The academy was stingy with points compared to how freely it handed out penalties. Being class rep guaranteed steady points, so most point-hungry students would go for it.
"We'll vote for class rep. Now, for the draws... Haah...!"
I dialed the vibration down, then cranked it to max in one go. Yoon Hee-jeong's body twitched and shuddered.
Under her lead, the draws proceeded.
I ended up in Group 6.
My teammates: Yoo Seung-jun and Shin Jeong-mi.
Yoo Seung-jun scowled the moment we were grouped together.
Shin Jeong-mi was a girl, number 21. She had short navy-blue hair and matching navy eyes. Pointed ears peeked through her bob cut. She was a half-elf with porcelain skin. Her features were sharp, her build slim. A-cup breasts, small hips. But her legs were long and shapely—her charm lay in those legs.
Shin Jeong-mi approached my seat.
"Lucky to be in your group. Your skills are already legendary."
"Shin Jeong-mi, rank 125 in admissions?"
"You know me?"
Of course. I knew every girl in our grade. No way I'd overlook a half-elf like her. Her body was lacking, but her face was top-tier. Purely on looks, she ranked high.
"Obviously. I saw your spearwork in last training. Impressive stuff."
"...To get praise from you."
Her cheeks tinted pink. Despite her cool exterior, she was weak to compliments.
"I praise who deserves it."
"...R-right. But we've got a problem."
"What kind?"
"Yoo Seung-jun being on our team."
Shin Jeong-mi glanced at him. Yoo Seung-jun, slouched delinquently in his chair, scowled back like what're you staring at?
Yoo Seung-jun was infamous—for all the wrong reasons. After getting wrecked by Kim Cheon-woo, he had some sympathy at first. But his thuggish attitude and constant bitch face flipped public opinion. He didn't hang with anyone.
Kim Cheon-woo, meanwhile, got along great with his diligence and helpfulness.
That punk's got a dangerous glint when he looks at Kim Cheon-woo. He's gonna cause trouble soon.
No need to worry about Yoo Seung-jun right now, though.
"Ignore him. He's not cooperating, obviously."
"With that attitude, yeah. Still, should I at least ask?"
"Doubt it'll help. Better if we two plan the dungeon strategy ourselves."
"Hmm... He came to the academy to be a hero too, so maybe a strategy that fits all three?"
She could say that because she didn't know his true colors yet. She'd learn soon enough how hopeless he was.
"You and he both use spears. Attackers, right?"
"Yeah. With you as an attacker too, we're all attackers."
"Better than a group of three supporters or scouts."
"True."
Her eyes flicked sideways. Three despairing heads clutched together—a full supporter group.
"Don't underestimate supporters or you're screwed"—that was gospel in the hero biz. An A-rank supporter could outfight a B-rank attacker, no shock. But these were students, not pros. Hopeless.
"I'm a spirit user too, so I can scout."
"Phew. Glad I'm with you. Anyone else, and I'd be lost."
"Thanks for the trust. We should sync up. Free this afternoon?"
"Got club, but they'll understand if I explain."
"Train together. Dinner's on me."
"Sure. I'll ask Yoo Seung-jun too."
Shin Jeong-mi headed to him. I watched without stopping her. She explained calmly. His face twisted more and more until he spat something short. Too far to hear clearly, but definitely curses. She returned with a stiff expression.
"That guy's a lost cause. Faster to convince the teacher to kick him out."
Her fists trembled. She was pissed. Now I was curious what he'd said.
"What'd Yoo Seung-jun curse at you?"
"...Go suck Sung Yu-jin's dick or whatever. First time hearing shit like that to my face."
"......"
Yoo Seung-jun, you psychic? How'd he know she'd end up sucking my dick?
Break time came, so I approached Yoon Hee-jeong. In her office, I checked her pussy. Panties were soaked beyond saving. I shoved my cock in.
"Haaaah!"
???
After school, Shin Jeong-mi and I entered a training room. The academy's best feature: tons of private rooms, enough for everyone at once. A few crappy ones, sure.
"Spar first to gauge you. I'll point out flaws—don't take it personal."
"No offense taken. Anyone else, maybe, but I saw your skills. And learning spear arts from Sung Ha-ri-nim's son? Dream come true."
"You know my mom?"
"Any spear user who doesn't know Sung Ha-ri-nim's weird."
Her eyes sparkled with anticipation. I smiled awkwardly. Truth was, I sucked at spears.
I knew basics.
That was it. Fighting with a spear? Half as good as with a sword. She never said it, but she'd given up teaching me spear arts. Switched to javelins eventually.
Still, good enough for Shin Jeong-mi. She's a freshman; I'm a real-world B-rank hunter. Sword aura too.
Point out basics, teach a bit.
And this was prep for dungeon practicum.
We changed to gym clothes and faced off, spears in hand.
Academy gym wear boosted defense inside training barriers—enough to turn fatal wounds from intense spars into scratches.
"No glasses?"
Without them, she looked way hotter. Cool city girl vibe.
"Special lenses for combat. Regular ones shatter, eyes at risk. What's that bracelet? Wasn't there earlier."
She pointed to the white-beaded bracelet on my left wrist.
"Oh, this? Training bracelet. Makes training more effective somehow."
Far from ordinary.
[Lucky Pervert Charm
Worn on wrist to activate. One-time use.
Drastically increases Lucky Pervert event chance for a week.
Price: 10 points
*Warning
Has side effects.]
Used it before. Cheap, but potent. Side effects: numbness, blindness, even heart issues worst-case.
Complete Recovery shrugs that off.
Wouldn't have used it otherwise. But to bang Shin Jeong-mi quick. Academy's full of girls to fuck. Can't spend too much on one. Raping recklessly? Headache later. This was best.
"Jeong-mi, ready? Let's go."
"I'll take first strike."
Spear tip aimed at me, she closed in with footwork, thrusting at my solar plexus. Clean, refined opener—no notes. But I deflected easily with a swing.
Tech alone couldn't bridge our gap. Experience, base stats.
Skill to match that? She wouldn't be 125th.
Second thrust came fast. Sloppier than the first.
Clang.
Perfectly parried. Her guard opened. I countered, stabbing her shoulder.
"Kgh!"
She staggered back, swallowing pain. Like sim rooms, gym clothes didn't dull pain.
"Not quitting already?"
"No way...!"
She charged again. I sparred, giving pointers—not on spearplay. Couldn't spot flaws; my level was low.
"Breathing's off—spear tip dulls."
"Huff...!"
"To read feints, watch her whole body, not parts."
"Ngh!"
"Mana delay too long. Reps only fix."
"Hyaah!"
She spun with a kiai. Air whistled menacingly off the blade. Her best shot.
Dodge?
As I twisted—something hijacked my body.
...Here it comes! Lucky Pervert!
I let it take over.
Suddenly, her balance crumbled. Spear smacked the floor awkwardly; her body flew up at me. I didn't move—collided. World flipped. We rolled.
My head was in her pants. Nose jammed right on her pussy. Panties damp with sweat, her scent thick.
Mystery how she fell like that, but—Sexual Sensitivity Boost!
Just enjoy the luck.
"Ahh... S-sorry, Yu-jin. Legs gave out... Get up now... Hng?!"
She tried rising—collapsed again. Nose deeper in.
"Mmph...! Mmgh!"
I thrashed like it hurt, slapping the floor. Meanwhile, rubbed nose on her pussy, hot breath teasing. Boost made her panties soak fast where I touched.
"Haaaah... L-legs and arms won't move... Don't move... Yu-jin, please...!"
About 20 seconds later, she forced herself up on shaky legs. Yanked pants up. Her face—and pointed ears—were beet red.
But my nose bore her trace: clear, sticky love juice dripping down.
"Phew... Jeong-mi, what was that?"
"S-sorry. Pushed too hard after so long... Y-your face... Wipe with this..."
She handed a handkerchief, mortified.
"This? Sweat? You really went all out."
"Y-yeah, sweat. I sweat a lot."
"Rest, then again. Can't believe your arms and legs gave after 20 minutes. You good?"
"Yeah, stamina's fine. Just... dunno why."
She sat, massaging her limbs.
"Here, drink."
"Thanks."
She took the ion drink can, popped it. Her arm jerked—some splashed my crotch.
"Gasp! Sorry! I'll wipe!"
"N-no, calm down. No need!"
Panicking, she grabbed the handkerchief to dab. Lucky Pervert struck again. Her fingers snagged my clothes—yanked pants and underwear down in one go.
Plop.
My proud cock sprang out, brushing her cheek.
"Ah..."
"Ah."
We froze. I let her ogle for five seconds, then pulled up. Grimaced hard.
"...Shin Jeong-mi. On purpose? Didn't peg you for that type."
"No! Accident! Believe me, Yu-jin! Total accident!"
She flailed denial, juice dripping unnoticed.
"Accident? Pantsing me and eye-raping my dick? Ask the class tomorrow if they buy it!"
Her panic was prime. Press relentlessly.
"N-no! They'll call me a perv! It was an accident! Forgive me?"
"Accident? Like rubbing your crotch on my face earlier?"
"Y-yeah, that too!"
"...Hah. Fine, accidents. But accidents need payback."
"I-I'll compensate! Not much money, but... my fault!"
"Eye for eye. Tooth for tooth. Dick for pussy. You saw mine—show yours."
"...Huh?"