Chapter 3
Chapter 3
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: Blackmailed by Geum Tae-yeon and Lost My Virginity (2)
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Infinite Hero Cultivation Academy had club activities.
There wasn't much pressure to join, so cadets who didn't want to participate after classes could just head straight home.
But pretty much everyone tried to join a club anyway.
Club activities were one way to enjoy the vibrant academy life!
It felt like skipping out at this age would be a real loss.
"Hah!"
Han-seol was one of the cadets who loved club activities.
She had joined the Kendo Club to hone her swordsmanship skills and the Dungeon Research Club, which would come in handy down the line.
Of the two, she put more emphasis on the Kendo Club. The Dungeon Research Club was different in nature from the start.
Rather than repetitive training, the Dungeon Research Club focused on occasional meetings for hands-on practice.
During the club fair at the beginning of the semester, Han-seol had scouted around and put together a combination she could manage alongside her main club.
'It would've been great if Yeon-woo joined too.'
Han-seol swung her wooden sword, thinking of her boyfriend Yeon-woo.
Believing that the sweat she shed today would protect her, Yeon-woo, and the citizens, she struck the wooden training dummy's weak points.
Crack!
"Hah!"
Shouts rang out. Unlike Han-seol, who was striking the dummy, the seniors were sparring.
Han-seol wasn't the only one using the dojo. Other cadets in the Kendo Club were also practicing their sword techniques.
"Hoo."
Han-seol exhaled a breath thick with the scent of sweat and lowered her wooden sword. She pulled out her smartphone for a moment.
Staring at the screen with a pitiful expression, as if waiting for a message from someone.
[Juyeon-woo] [0] No messages. After Han-seol had sent a message saying she had to go first, there had been no reply from Juyeon-woo.
'...He's not disappointed, is he?'
Normally, there would have been at least a short response. Something like "Got it" or "Yeah."
Considering Juyeon-woo's personality, even that would count as a curt reply.
But still!
'Yeon-woo will understand.'
She and Juyeon-woo had been together since kindergarten. Childhood friends.
Their parents had quite a bit of interaction, so the kids naturally grew close too.
Han-seol had always talked about it. How she wanted to become a hero.
Not some fake hero just pretending on the surface, but a real one. A true hero.
Juyeon-woo knew her dream. That's why she believed he'd understand.
Just then, someone approached Han-seol and threw an arm around her shoulders with a loud whack! A wave of thick sweat stench hit her.
Han-seol wrinkled her nose and checked the person's face.
It was Park A-young, a first-year female cadet in the same Kendo Club.
"What was that face earlier? Looked like you were waiting for your boyfriend."
"...No!"
At Park A-young's probing tone, Han-seol frantically shook her head, denying it vehemently.
Though they say a strong denial is basically an admission—
Park A-young caught on right away. She and Han-seol were fairly close.
Not as close as Han-seol was with the profile owner she was staring at, Juyeon-woo, but still.
"Not your boyfriend? Whatever then."
"I said no, so quit talking nonsense. Dating's banned at the academy anyway, what... "
"Pfft! You think people really follow the no-dating rule? Everyone's doing it on the sly."
Park A-young poked Han-seol's side with a sly tone, implying there was no need to deny it so desperately.
But Han-seol aimed for perfection. She didn't want to get in trouble at the academy.
The fact that she was dating Juyeon-woo absolutely could not leak out.
'Time to turn the tables.'
Not sure if this was the right context for "shameless audacity," but in ambiguous situations, the one who gets mad first wins.
To flip the script when she was being cornered, Han-seol went on the offensive against Park A-young instead.
"Hey, then don't come at me. Go be bold and date someone yourself. Don't you have a boyfriend?"
"...That's harsh."
The effect was immediate. The moment Han-seol redirected the arrow, Park A-young deflated.
Her shoulders slumped so much it made Han-seol feel more embarrassed herself.
"Tch, someone like you should be fine."
The awkward compliment was like poison. Coming from another girl, it just sounded like empty flattery.
Han-seol belatedly shut her mouth.
"...Yeah, someday I'll get one."
"Right! You'll get one someday! Half the academy is guys, after all."
Park A-young desperately comforting herself, and Han-seol patting her back encouragingly.
Han-seol's gaze drifted to her breasts.
'If you can't use 'em anyway, give some to me.'
She glanced down at her own gum-like chest and had a fleeting negative thought.
Han-seol shook her head vigorously. Useless distractions. Nothing good would come of them.
Clearing her mind of stray thoughts, she picked up her wooden sword again.
She wanted to swing it a bit more before heading home.
'Yeon-woo probably went ahead already.'
No one was waiting for her anyway.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Geum Tae-yeon headed to the counter and paid as if she had tons of experience with love hotels.
The woman at the counter glanced back and forth between me and Geum Tae-yeon, making a weird face as she handed over the key.
"...Again? Different guy this time."
"Shh."
"What a slut."
I could read the emotions in that look. I felt it.
The woman was jealous. Of whom?
Geum Tae-yeon.
Geum Tae-yeon groped my ass as she led me to the room.
These days, motels often had clean exteriors, but this love hotel didn't bother.
It screamed "place for dirty deeds." The atmosphere was blatantly sleazy, advertising it loud and clear.
We passed under the dim corridor lights and stopped in front of the room.
Geum Tae-yeon tapped her card on the digital door lock, and with a beep!, the door opened.
"Let's go in."
Geum Tae-yeon went in first. Her huge ass jiggled enticingly.
Her short skirt rode up, fully exposing her black thong panties.
But she didn't seem to care about covering up at all. Like she was fine with her ass on display.
'Wanna yank those panties so bad. Wonder how far they'll stretch.'
Me, well.
Grateful for the view, but.
Don't you feel any shame?
'...Thinking of her as Geum Tae-yang, the bold type suits her.'
My role: NTR manga male heroine.
Geum Tae-yeon's role: NTR manga blonde tanned delinquent.
Assuming that, her behavior made sense.
'...Logically, shouldn't I, the guy, be Geum Tae-yang?'
Why am I the pathetic heroine who can't move when blackmailed?
Fuck, just report her or something.
Scream it out: spread the photos if you want.
Juyeon-woo, you can do it.
It's not like you got hit with bodycam phishing.
But my body just trembled, unable to do a damn thing.
Pathetic loser.
Honestly, I wasn't even surprised. The character personality settings seemed absolute.
Probably impossible to go against my own will.
Heading straight for the typical NTR manga bad end. Me and Han-seol destroyed.
"You planning to stand there forever?"
Geum Tae-yeon sat on the bed, looking at me. She sent a lewd glance, spreading her legs wide. Her thighs crossed in a soft curve. Overlapping.
Beautiful.
Her actions were aggressive, but she exuded femininity. Like pheromones unique to a female in heat pouring out.
Maybe she worked out for her figure, because her thighs were firm. The healthy tautness was a sight to behold.
She reeked of having slept with tons of guys.
Blood rushed to my crotch. My dick and balls threw a tantrum, begging to meet Geum Tae-yeon's pussy right now.
The controller was split half-and-half, but all the bodily sensations were mine.
Pleasure and pain—I had to endure it all alone.
Thinking about common NTR manga tropes, this was a pretty dangerous setup.
If some intense play came up that wasn't my thing, then...
Geum Tae-yeon scanned me up and down. Her sticky gaze clung to my crotch.
Even with pants on, shame surged through me.
I instinctively reached down to cover it. Such a girly reaction bruised my pride.
"Juyeon-woo, hands off."
Geum Tae-yeon said while pulling out her smartphone.
"Or else."
The threat of spreading the photos hung unspoken.
My body removed my hand from my crotch. I stood awkwardly at attention, enduring her gaze.
The first time felt weird, but after that, no real damage.
Geum Tae-yeon's eyes lingered on the bulging front of my pants.
Staring obsessively at what was obviously an erection, she spoke.
"You said you'd do anything you could, right? You've figured it out by now, coming this far. Don't play dumb."
Geum Tae-yeon set her phone down and stood from the bed, approaching me.
As I took a couple steps back, she smiled sweetly and stopped in place. Then beckoned.
Come here.
'My turn again?'
No idea how the controller split works.
Curiosity for later—for now, I moved my legs.
I approached Geum Tae-yeon confidently.
"Hup...!"
Like kneading breasts, she grabbed my crotch hard over my pants and whispered.
"Juyeon-woo, what you can do. I'll tell you."
"Ugh...!"
"It's fucking me. Easy, right?"
"Th-that...!"
She's talking like a real rapebait heroine, fuck.
Why the hell is she acting just like one?
Geum Tae-yeon grinned. Like my reaction turned her on, she breathed hotly and continued.
Her hand began softly stroking the front of my pants.
"Just get your dick hard. What's so hard about that? Look, it's already rock solid."
"...Hah...!"
I had no intention of refusing that touch. For once, my body and I agreed—felt good.
(By the way, that moan was from me.)
Her looks, body, scent—honestly top-tier.
Couldn't help but sigh in admiration.
Geum Tae-yeon deftly unzipped my pants. With a ziiip!, they came off in no time.
"Cute, Juyeon-woo."
She snickered upon seeing my underwear.
Bear-patterned boxer briefs. Fuck my life!
Juyeon-woo, you idiot...!