Chapter 121
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 121
Chapter Title: There Is No Problem That Can't Be Solved With Rape
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Quintia.
Red hair, red eyes. Clear, white skin.
Just like her status description said, she had an ethereal air about her. Even holding a sword, she didn't come across as tough—instead, she struck me as beautiful.
"I've returned to protect Her Majesty the Queen."
She spoke quietly.
I'd heard she was off fighting rebels in the north, but had she already wrapped that up?
'Why won't this damn dungeon end?'
Queen Yuuna had surrendered. Wasn't that the end?
If it only counts as over once the new queen puts on the crown and sits on the throne, then...
Quintia's timing was disastrous for us.
Like a buzzer-beater reversal right at the final buzzer in soccer or basketball...
My head throbbed at the thought of this unexpected overtime.
"Quintia. Can't we call it quits now? It's all over."
"No."
Yuuna tried to persuade her gently, but Quintia was firm.
"It's them who are done."
The atmosphere turned ominous.
"...Hena, Isold. Fall back."
They nodded.
The two retreated as ordered, pressing themselves flat against the wall.
Quintia slowly descended the steps below the throne.
Sword in one hand...
"I heard you two are dating."
"Yeah."
"...So I figured you'd end it on friendly terms, but that's not happening."
"Got the picture. That's just how you are."
Perception (Red) activated
I sensed it instinctively.
'...She's not someone I can afford to hold back against!'
I'd prepped Kushina beforehand with Onahole Enhance and Hiding Onahole.
The moment Quintia lowered her stance, I aimed Benelli at her and unloaded a frontal barrage of 12-gauge buckshot.
Bang!!
Quintia cleaved through every single pellet and leaped up like she was dancing.
I couldn't process what had just happened at first. I'd never seen swordplay like that.
No, I'd never even imagined swordsmanship could produce such graceful movements.
'Ah.'
So this was what Yuuna wanted to emulate.
Quintia's swordplay unfolded like majestic natural landscapes captured in a mountain-and-water painting—blooming upward as she slashed.
I took a massive hit and tumbled backward.
"Sanghyeok!!"
"Hena, stay back!"
I'd been slashed diagonally from the shoulder. Seeing the blood drip steadily snapped me back to reality.
Quintia leveled her sword again and spoke.
"Admit defeat and use the feather. Next time, I'll cut deeper."
"That was you going easy on me?"
"Yes. I can't just kill you outright."
Sounded like she'd kill me if I kept resisting?
"Stop it! The Empire's lost. Quintia! Even I, your queen, admit it!"
"You're just saying that to protect your boyfriend, Yuuna."
"...Ugh."
Yuuna had no retort—she'd hit the nail on the head.
"You said as long as I'm here, the Empire can't lose..."
"...That."
She wasn't wrong. With Quintia on the Empire's side, it'd be damn hard to win.
I steadied my breathing while watching the blood seep out.
It hurt.
"Can't we just call it here? No reason to go this hard over a school event, right?"
"...You have no idea."
Quintia gritted her teeth.
Like I disgusted her or something.
She glared straight ahead, as if facing some invisible foe, and muttered.
"You wouldn't understand what it means to fight amid supergravity waves."
"What does it mean, then?"
"It's not a place for chit-chat and friendly bonding."
"..."
"Last chance. Use the feather."
No way.
Ask me to run with not one, but three girlfriends watching?
Even if the opponent's the Sword Saint—or her damn mom—I couldn't do it!
'But I've got her measure now.'
Sometimes you just can't talk your way out.
Objectively, this D-rank's jolly romp ended here.
Quintia—talented, noble blood, trained like a true seeker of the dao—couldn't be beaten by someone like me, who'd only gotten serious two weeks ago.
Unless I accepted that result...
Onahole Quest - Quintia
★Pounding the arrogant Sword Saint's daughter's virgin pussy while she cries her eyes out is delicious★
★No onahole aptitude, but that's why her pure pussy is so tight and tasty★
★How about teaching Quintia's fresh virgin pussy about prince cock?★
★Right now, get the Sword Saint daughter's humiliated naked dogeza as a bonus set!★
[Ultimate perv sex mode on standby♡]
...I could give in to En-chan's temptation, spreading her sleazy, viral-marketing-style vulgar pitches everywhere.
In Onahole Academy, there's no problem that can't be solved with rape.
Probably even world peace.
I lowered my gun.
"Using the feather?"
"Nah?"
I now knew how dangerous she'd be if we fought for real—after that slash.
But I decided against it.
No point suffering that much anyway.
"Was thinking of getting serious."
"I'm not underestimating you as a D-rank, sunbae. Not arrogant either, but I'll definitely win."
"You really won't quit here? Admit the rebels' victory."
"No intention of quitting."
Sigh...
My head throbbed. Probably from the unexpected blade wound, and the burning pain in the gash.
Not used to getting hurt.
Or struggling in Onahole Academy.
Rape this girl, turn her into my pussy, my onahole, and it's all over.
"I can't quit either. No matter what."
[10 seconds to ultimate perv sex and pussy conquest♡]
Hadn't activated Lucky Pervert yet, dude.
"Got it."
As Onahole Academy's protagonist...
If she wanted to get serious...
Lucky Pervert activated
Reality Manipulation Intensity - Ultra Strong
Click. Time to show her what true absurdity looks like.
First time properly using Lucky Pervert.
I'd triggered it unconsciously before, but wielding it myself felt different.
As my dick-piercing world emerged, Quintia noticed the shift and flinched.
'So.'
You can see it too? This world.
At 'weak' intensity, it looks like threads.
At 'medium', those threads become chains of fate.
Crank it to 'ultra strong', and the chains turn into tentacles.
My girlfriends couldn't see it, but Quintia and I could glimpse that alien reality.
A world thick with tentacles.
『World of the Mad Star』
Manipulates the target's fate
"I'll do it for real too."
"Eek...!!"
Quintia's face drained of color as she wildly swung her sword.
To an onlooker, it'd look like she was slashing at empty air.
But really, it was her slender frame resisting tentacles thrusting from all directions—forcing an ultimate perv fate upon her.
Just rape her.
Turn her into an onahole, rape that lovable girl.
I could repay her a hundred—no, a thousandfold for pissing me off.
"N-No...! Hate it...!!"
"Ha..."
Damn it.
Lucky Pervert OFF
But why? The whole world egged me on, yet I didn't want to. So I shut it off.
My slash wound throbbed, but revenge-rape didn't appeal.
It was supposed to be a simple, irresponsible click to claim Sword Saint daughter's pussy...
En-chan's probably shocked, eyes wide, staring. Felt a bit sorry.
Quintia, sensing defeat, stared at me with trembling legs.
"Wh-Why...?"
"..."
I pulled the black illusion feather from my inventory.
The item for forfeiting exchanges and bailing on dungeons.
Everyone had one.
I forced a smile at Quintia, who stared blankly.
Disgusting, trying that sleazy shit then acting noble—but still.
"Sorry for scaring you."
"Huh? What... Why didn't you... attack...?"
Quintia fumbled her words, lips pursing and parting.
She didn't know my skill, but couldn't grasp why I'd stopped midway.
Or the vulgar aftermath that could've followed.
She couldn't even imagine.
"A 100 million coin student's no joke. Ah, can't win!"
Better than not raping her and accepting exchange defeat.
Seemed preferable to Quintia sobbing under me.
"Sorry, Isold. Couldn't make you queen."
"No...! Thanks to you, sunbae... I made it further than I dreamed... Thank you!"
"Using the feather's like forfeiting, right?"
"I-I'm leaving with you too, Sanghyeok!"
Yuuna pulled her feather too, but I shook my head.
"You won, Yuuna."
"Sanghyeok..."
"Grab your rewards and come out. Got it?"
"But, but...!"
"Answer me!"
Yuuna sniffled and nodded.
"Get that wound treated quick?"
"Yeah. Don't worry about me. Her swordwork's so good... I'm barely hurt."
Said that, but blood surged from my mouth.
"Sanghyeok!"
"Mm."
Why's posing cooler than rape harder?
Before getting more pathetic, I used the illusion feather.
Forfeited the exchange's final round clean.
.........
....
'Mm.'
Where was this?
Felt like my body lacked substance. Floating aimlessly.
"Why'd you do that?"
I realized En-chan was calling me.
"Why not just rape her? Boom."
"Nah... Felt like I shouldn't."
"Idiot. Pure-love fanatic."
"This isn't pure love... Just normal human judgment..."
"Even after she slashed you."
Still, repaying with rape would've been weird.
Disqualified as eroge protag?
But En-chan smiling at me felt warm somehow.
"...Hey. I'm not dead, right?"
"Worried you might be?"
"Figured you'd be raging about eroge protag disqualification like usual."
"Hmph. Even if you died, I wouldn't let you. You're the only protagonist of our Onahole Academy."
"Good to know..."
Pretty heroines waiting, harem sex just getting started—can't die yet.
I opened my eyes to the infirmary.
"Gasp."
Thought I was a goner.
Bandages wrapped tight around me, IV needle in my arm.
The platinum-blonde infirmary teacher in her doctor's coat looked flustered seeing me awake.
"You're up? No dizziness?"
"Infirmary teacher...?"
"Yep, that's me. Don't sit up too fast—might make you dizzy."
Mm...
Seemed back at the academy...
"H-How long was I out?"
"About four hours? It's night now. The exchange ended fine."
"...Ah."
All done.
"Too bad about losing at the end?"
"...Huh? How'd you know?"
"How? Exchanges are fully monitored."
I flinched at her words.
...Monitored? Didn't know that.
"You didn't know?"
"...No."
Shit.
That explained all the cameras...
Cringed recalling some of my cringey lines. Wanted to die.
"No privacy invasion, don't worry. Just hot spots via coordinates."
"..."
Big trouble...
The twins jelly-fying was definitely a hot scene.
Student Council President probably charging in to beat me to death...
Personality Excretion defiling the twins hit first—stomach churned.
"Don't wanna leave, teacher."
"Hehe. Lie here as long as you want."
Nice teacher.
As I lay back, the door slid open. Student Council President appeared.
"Kim Sanghyeok."
I'm screwed.
Brainstorming excuses for twin-jelly while...
Infirmary teacher bolted out like fleeing.
No!!
Teacher, don't leave me!!
"...Wh-What brings you, President?"
Playing pitiful wouldn't work on her.
Figured she'd pulverize me—then...
Isabella looked at me and said something unexpected.
"Did my martial arts... help?"
"Ah..."
Isabella, you saw.
"...Yes."
"...Then, good."
Good...?
Isabella's cheeks faintly flushed—so subtle you'd miss it without staring.
She turned and strode out regally.
"...Rest."
"..."
Comforting the loser? Her?
"Heh."
"Hehehe."
Alone in the infirmary, I chuckled vacantly.
Better off losing.
That final round wasn't solo-carry material anyway.
Pulling aggro as D-rank who took out Sword Saint's daughter would've been fame overload.
Honorably forfeited what I couldn't claim anyway.
Saved one girl from sobbing—forced sex with unwanted guy, even if perv logic made it fun later.
"Phew~~."
All that remained: stretch out, relax guilt-free.