Chapter 143
Chapter 143
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 143
Chapter Title: The Girl I Trusted as My Childhood Friend's Friend Raped Me (3)
Up until now, I'd never failed to get an erection.
Sure, I was stuck playing the role of the idiot heroine—blackmailed over a kiss photo and having my virginity snatched away—but at least my dick's performance was top-notch.
Erectile strength? Check. Stamina? Check. There was nothing lacking. If anything, it had perfect specs that were almost overkill.
So much so that the heroine's character profile came with the title "Legendary Pussy."
But now my dick was weakening. It wasn't performing its function properly.
What the hell was going on?
The questions didn't linger long. I didn't have the luxury to mull it over.
I frantically grabbed my dick and tried to force it hard.
'The sensation's still there.'
I could get it up if I tried. It felt possible.
If I jerked it hard enough, it got halfway erect.
The problem was it wouldn't get any harder than that. No way it could penetrate.
Han-seol stared up at me with a blank expression, her eyes demanding an answer like she had no clue what was happening.
Her look wasn't accusatory, even if the phrasing might come off rough.
This was uncharted territory for Han-seol too. That's why she was panicking.
It was obvious from her demeanor.
"Just a sec..."
I stroked it. Tried kneading it with my hands to coax an erection.
But it wasn't enough. Was the stimulation lacking?
No. My body was holding it back. It felt similar to when control was taken away.
In other words, this wasn't the right timing to get hard.
I pieced it together quickly. There was only one reason for this to happen out of nowhere.
'Geum Tae-yeon...'
I'd seen it coming. This was standard NTR manga progression, and as someone versed in NTR, how could I not know?
I was fully aware. It was just a matter of timing.
'Didn't think it'd hit today.'
My dick wouldn't rise. It had already lost strength after control was seized, and now the girl lying before me was Han-seol.
The worst possible scenario.
"...Seol-ah, sorry."
No point dragging this out—sex was off the table. Better to send Han-seol home and rest.
I made the firm call and told her.
"I think I'm too tired for it."
I couldn't exactly say, "My dick misses Geum Tae-yeon's hole so bad, it won't work with you until I fuck her again."
For Han-seol's sake, I softened it as much as possible.
"...Yeah, I guess. Finals start tomorrow."
It convinced her somewhat. Han-seol nodded in agreement as she propped herself up.
"I shouldn't have come over. You need to manage your condition, and here I am making it worse..."
Han-seol blamed herself. She figured I wasn't in great shape but had forced myself to go along for her sake.
Not a bad misunderstanding.
"...I'll head out. Get some good rest, Yeon-woo."
She gathered her clothes and got dressed. Her full hips and ass came into view.
My dick didn't even twitch.
"Sorry."
"Why are you apologizing? If you're tired, it happens. I was the one in the wrong. You trained so hard, and I still barged in asking for something selfish..."
Han-seol was objectively assessing her fault. She was right—showing up demanding sex right before tomorrow's exam was the issue.
But I didn't say the real reason. I was the thoughtful boyfriend who cared about Han-seol's feelings.
"Let's go all out after the exam."
I sent her off with honeyed lies. Han-seol left with slumped shoulders.
Wonder when I could have sex with Han-seol again.
'The day I get it up for Han-seol again... will that be when the Geum Tae-yeon manga reaches its ending?'
Or maybe sooner.
'Dick comparison is standard procedure, after all.'
Suddenly, I craved sex with Geum Tae-yeon. The unexpected erectile dysfunction only intensified the urge.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ The academy cadets had gathered. Everyone except the third-years.
The practical finals for first- and second-years were held in the same space.
"We've created an environment as close to real combat as possible."
An uninhabited island. Survival. Cadets formed teams to rack up points here.
Those points would basically determine rankings, so everyone would be hunting rivals with fire in their eyes.
Back-to-back battles. Making the best calls amid the chaos and acting on them.
Crucial elements for a hero.
"Some of you will like your teams, others won't. Some might think even hard effort won't yield points and start off pessimistic."
"......"
"But points aren't what matter. As heroes, you'll face situations like this often. As cadets, you at least had time to form teams and train. Heroes don't even get that—they have to save people with hastily assembled squads."
The Infinite Hero Cultivation Academy president droned on with her lecture. The cadets listened intently.
She was a senior hero herself, after all.
Those truly aspiring to be heroes etched her advice deep. No brushing it off.
Not everyone felt the same, though. A few cadets ignored her.
The president pretended not to notice and continued.
"Things will unfold continuously. Hunt enemies, fight, former foes become allies—common on-site occurrences. Betrayals happen too... ho ho, not that often. More like mistakes. Teammates screw up, causing damage. How you handle those emergencies... we'll evaluate it all."
Her speech dragged on. So much to say, she kept talking.
Just as attention waned, she cut it off.
"Board the boats!"
They needed to reach the island, so boats were obvious.
Cadets boarded one by one.
Each class's homeroom teachers managed them. Eum Ji-hye wasn't handling her role well.
Class President Mi was run ragged as a result.
"No time for strategy meetings, huh."
With Eum Ji-hye unable to control alone, Class President Mi helped the teacher. Time spent there meant key teammates for finals were left hanging.
"Mi's always been like that. We have to understand."
"Let's at least plan among ourselves."
They left Class President Mi be and huddled with Park A-young. How to charge out early? Plenty to ponder.
"Pros and cons either way."
Going all-out early made scoring easy with so many cadets around.
Like fishing in a stocked pond.
But riskier too. You might wake up as the fish.
High risk, high reward.
Aiming late was safer. Just mop up the exhausted stragglers, low risk.
Lower scores too, though. High marks meant early aggression.
"Mi will probably charge from the start, no question."
"......"
Issue was whether Park A-young could keep up. Real combat had variables. More stamina drain than training.
Park A-young steeled her resolve. She'd see any plan through, no matter what.
Not entirely reassuring, but worth hoping for.
The boat set off for the island. A nearby uninhabited one.
Infinite Hero Cultivation Academy had built a field there. State funding made it possible.
Other academies could only dream of this real-combat experience.
They rendezvoused with Class President Mi after she finished directing. Quick strategy briefing, then downtime.
Did their best to ease the tension.
"Disembark in order!"
"Rushing down won't help. Test starts simultaneous!"
"Assemble at the pier!"
Everyone moved leisurely. Plenty of time before the real test began.
About 30 minutes.
First- and second-years. They lined up separately.
Second-years were tenser. They couldn't pre-form teams.
Ad-hoc teams on the island were possible, but not solid trios like first-years. Starting at a disadvantage.
Expressions stiff with unease over the gap.
Geum Tae-yeon was the only one relaxed. First- and second-years alike stole glances at her.
Checks. She stood aloof amid the stares.
Then she whipped her head around. Among all those eyes, did she sense me?
Chills ran down my spine. I averted my gaze without thinking.
No idea what face she was making, but it wouldn't be friendly.
'Already got Han-seol-specific ED.'
Since confirming the erectile dysfunction, Geum Tae-yeon's attention felt overwhelming.
"Final exams begin now. Combat permitted in one hour."
The teacher announced over the megaphone.