Chapter 922
Chapter 922
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 922
Chapter Title: The Academy's Savior
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The morning roll call.
Yoon Hee-jeong, our homeroom teacher, stepped into the classroom and took her place at the podium. As was her routine, she called attendance before calmly outlining the day's schedule.
I watched her with a knowing smirk, admiring her figure. Even in a professional suit, there was no hiding her voluptuous body—her G-cup breasts swayed ever so slightly, and her wide hips were impossible to miss.
Beneath my desk, I clicked the remote. I knew the small toy buried deep inside her would start vibrating, yet her serene expression didn't falter for a second.
'She used to flinch at the slightest buzz... Now she’s become a pro at pretending like nothing’s happening.'
It was entertaining in its own right. I kept my eyes fixed on her.
"The class competition will commence in one week," she announced. "Our opponent will be Class 4."
The atmosphere in the room instantly shifted as the students grew restless with excitement.
The Class Competition.
It was an academy tradition held every two months—a clash between classes featuring a rotation of events ranging from large-scale simulated wars and races to monster hunts and survival games.
While designed to foster camaraderie, the results directly impacted grades. For those obsessed with their rankings, the competition was anything but a lighthearted game.
Click.
I cranked the vibration to its maximum setting.
"This time, the event is a hunt," she continued, her voice straining slightly. "The team that amasses the most points by hunting monsters in the designated field dungeon wins. The targets are hellhounds. Direct interference with the opposing class is permitted... Hngh."
Yoon Hee-jeong suddenly gripped the edges of the podium, her head bowing as her body trembled. I watched her take short, shallow breaths, knowing exactly when she hit her peak. I smiled silently to myself.
"Teacher? Are you okay?"
"Teacher?!"
The students stood up in concern. Hee-jeong fought through the tremors and lifted her head, her face glistening with a thin layer of sweat as she forced a smile.
"I'm fine. I’m just... a bit under the weather today. Regarding the competition, remember that while it matters, the midterms follow soon after and carry far more weight. Don’t overexert yourselves."
Logically, she was right. It made sense to conserve energy for the exams.
But logic rarely reached a room full of hot-blooded teenagers.
"That’s all for today. No other announcements. Enjoy your classes... Class President, a word in my office, please."
"Yes, Teacher."
I stood up and followed her out.
Class 1’s leadership wasn’t decided by a vote; Yoon Hee-jeong had handpicked Choi Da-yeon and me as president and vice-president. Surprisingly, Da-yeon hadn't voiced a single complaint.
I watched her ass sway as we walked toward the office. Click. The moment I locked the door behind us, Yoon Hee-jeong stepped out of her skirt. She was going commando. With a simple beckoning of my finger, she hopped onto her desk and spread her legs wide, fully exposing herself.
I looked down at her while idly fiddling with the remote.
"Ahk, ah... Ahng!"
Hee-jeong’s moans filled the small room as her lower body buckled. The pink rotor popped out of her soaked pussy and landed on the desk, still buzzing quietly. She swept her thick pubic hair back with one hand and used her fingers to pull her labia apart, revealing a wet, convulsing hole that pulsed shamelessly.
"M-Master... Please... use your cum urinal today, too...!"
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After school, I made my way to the Disciplinary Committee room.
The committee handled everything from student discipline to assisting the faculty in maintaining order—a task they took very seriously.
I pushed the door open and stepped inside. There were over twenty members present, and with the empty chairs, it looked like their full strength was around thirty. Their eyes immediately locked onto me, mostly second-years with a few third-years mixed in.
"What brings you here? Reporting a violation? Or do you need a personal favor?" a tall second-year asked as he approached.
"I’m here to see the committee head."
"She’s in her office. Do you have an appointment?"
"I don't."
"...I’ll see if she’s available. Name?"
"Sung Yu-jin, First-year Class 1."
"Sung Yu-jin... Ah, so *you’re* the problem child."
The guy grinned, and several other members let out knowing "Ahs." I furrowed my brow. Only the committee head, Namgung Hwa-yeon, insisted on calling me that.
"She says you can go in. Move it, problem child."
"Can we drop the nickname?"
"Haha. Did I strike a nerve? My bad. I’ll stick to your name from now on."
I sighed and entered the head's office. It was impeccably organized, reflecting Hwa-yeon’s personality.
Namgung Hwa-yeon sat at her desk, her black hair tied in a high, tight ponytail. She looked as serious as ever.
"Sung Yu-jin. I didn't expect you to show up on your own. Here to join us? You have talent; I could mentor you personally and finally break that tardiness habit of yours."
"I’m not interested in joining. And for the record, I haven't been late recently."
"Not today, at least. Sit."
I took the seat across from her. A moment later, the door opened and a girl with a blue first-year stripe on her sleeve entered, set two cups of coffee down, and left without a word. The committee had a surprisingly corporate atmosphere.
"Don't like coffee?"
"It’s not that I hate it."
"Then get to the point. We’re incredibly busy."
"It looked like twenty people were just lounging around outside."
"They’re on standby for deployment and patrols. And... never mind. That’s committee business."
I took a sip. It tasted like cheap instant coffee, so I set it back down immediately.
"I saw someone suspicious on the grounds."
"...Oh? That’s all? You could have told any member outside."
I detected a hint of irritation in her voice. It wasn't the reaction I expected; usually, Hwa-yeon threw herself into even the smallest details with passion.
'She’s so swamped she doesn't have time for the small stuff.'
If I stuck to the "assassin" excuse, this might fizzle out. I racked my brain for the original story—at this point in the timeline, her personal event was the investigation of a monster intrusion.
'There’s no rule saying only one event can happen at a time. This is reality, after all.'
I decided to pivot.
"Are you familiar with the right entrance path?"
"The entrance path..."
Hwa-yeon’s expression hardened. That was exactly where the traces of the monster intrusion had been found. Her entire demeanor shifted as she looked for a lead.
"The one on the right side of the main gate?"
"Yes."
"You saw someone there? Give me the details."
"It was at dawn. A hooded figure emerged from the path and bolted. I thought it was a staff member at first, but they were too suspicious to ignore, so I figured I’d tell the seniors."
"Dawn? What were you doing out at that hour?"
I had been busy banging Yoon Hee-jeong in her room, safe from the hacked CCTVs, but I had a cover story ready.
"As Class President, I came in early to help the teacher. You can check with her if you want."
"So that’s why you weren't late today. You weren't at the main gate this morning."
Technically true. I’d fucked Hee-jeong and we snuck in through the back gate together. No tardy mark.
"Thank you for the information. We’ll handle it from here. You can go; you must be busy with the competition prep."
I wasn't ready to leave just yet.
"...Actually, before I came here, I checked the wall along that path. There was a dog hole cleverly hidden near the base."
"What...? A dog hole? Don't lie to me. I checked that wall myself with my team."
I simply pointed to my eyes.
Spirit Eye activated. My pupils flared with a golden light.
"My eyes are unique. I can spot things most people miss."
Hwa-yeon’s eyes widened in genuine surprise.
"...Impressive. You’d be a perfect fit for the committee. Are you sure you won’t join?"
"My answer is still the same."
"A shame." She paused, thinking for a moment. "...I need your help. Just this once?"
"Who would refuse a senior? I’m in."
"Thank you. Come with me to the right path. Wait outside for a few minutes while I finish this paperwork."
"Paperwork?"
"The committee log. I’ll be done in ten minutes."
"Understood. I'll wait outside."
I stepped back into the outer room, feeling the weight of the members' gazes. Ten minutes of that felt like an eternity, so I gave them a curt nod and headed toward the vending machine for a drink. As I passed the end of the hall, I caught the smell of cigarettes.
'The women’s bathroom? Bold.'
Smoking was strictly banned. I intended to ignore it until a hand shot out, grabbed the nape of my neck, and yanked me inside. Suddenly, I was surrounded by three girls in the women's restroom.
"Hey. Long time no see, right?"
A bleached-blonde delinquent smirked at me, a cigarette dangling from her lips. Her blouse was unbuttoned just enough to show off her cleavage. It was Go Eun-ha, the academy’s top troublemaker—Second-year rank 4, and a solid D-cup.
I played the part of the terrified nerd.
"Is this the one, Eun-ha? The freshman you said was totally exposed?"
To my right was a petite girl with a brown bob and a blue headband. She was decked out in flashy jewelry—earrings, rings, bracelets—and her pink glittery nails caught the light. That was Yoo Chae-young, Eun-ha’s friend—Second-year rank 21, B-cup.
"Hm. He is kind of cute."
To my left stood a tall woman with a red wavy perm and a cold, elegant vibe. She had a single piercing and blue nail art. She had the largest breasts of the three—an F-cup. This was Son Ji-yeon, Second-year rank 17.
"Perfect timing," Eun-ha said. "Whip it out."
"S-Senior? What are you talking about?"
"Ugh, don't play dumb. We’ve seen the evidence. Hurry up, or I’ll post those pictures of you fucking that girl in the training room all over the internet. You don't want your life ruined, do you?"
She was referring to the time I got caught mid-act with Shin Jung-mi. Eun-ha had snapped photos and had been blackmailing me ever since, forcing us into a one-sided trade of naughty pictures.
'It’s a terrible trade. I send dick pics, and all I get back are shots of her tits.' I grumbled internally.
"Hurry up and strip. Do you think I won't do it?"
The situation was absurdly funny to me.
I pretended to tremble, my hands shaking as I reached for my belt. The three delinquents leaned in, their eyes locked on my crotch. They were holding their breath, clearly more curious than they let on.
'You want to see it that bad? Fine. Enjoy the show.'
I slowly lowered my pants and underwear, drawing out the tension. The moment my pubic hair was visible, the room went silent. When my flaccid dick finally emerged, their jaws dropped.
"Is that... is that a normal size? Why is it so huge?" Yoo Chae-young stammered. She was definitely a virgin.
"There's no way that's normal. It’s massive," Son Ji-yeon whispered. She had an experienced aura, but the sparkle in her eyes gave her away as a novice.
"Heh. You two are shocked by just that?"
Eun-ha tossed her cigarette aside and squatted in front of me.
"Watch and learn. This is how you handle it."
She boasted as she took me into her mouth, but her technique was messy and unpracticed. It was clear—she was a total amateur.