Chapter 15
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 15
Chapter Title: Personality Excretion Smash
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Etsol Academy entrance.
Cute girls who looked like first-years were gathered, chattering and giggling.
'What's this?'
"Ah! It's that oppa!"
"Found him!"
"Wow!"
'Seriously, what's going on?'
When you hear a bunch of girls clustered at the school entrance, how many guys would think it's purely because of them?
I was pretty flustered when a horde of bunny-like girls surrounded me in an instant.
Because I'm the academy's top clown, "Onahole Man"?
But the vibe was way too positive for that.
There was one reason they gathered.
"Oppa! You're so handsome!"
"Kyaa!"
"Can I take a photo? A photo?"
"Oppa's tall!"
"So handsome!"
"Give me your number. Your number!"
Giggle. Giggle.
Me, drained by the girl legion.
While I stood there clueless, girls whose faces and names I didn't even know latched onto me.
Subtle hugs, groping my chest, holding hands....
Blatant sexual harassment.
Time to give them a stern talking-to.
"Hey, line up. Photos in order."
"Kyaa~! Yes!!"
See that? My amazing crowd-control skills.
Dominated the girls with one word. A face genius doesn't need a hypnosis app.
'Drained though....'
[Beep]
After snapping Insta pics for the girls and heading to my locker, 30 minutes had already passed.
And there,
"Sanghyeok... ah. Hi...."
Stood a black-haired, big-titted girl—the ultimate energy vampire in a whole different way.
Not loud at all, super quiet, the timid type who'd do whatever I said.
But with her hands clasped demurely, back straight, thrusting out those massive breasts... it was downright devastating.
"...Hi. Hena."
"Me too......"
"You want a photo too?"
Nod, nod.
Yeah. If you're this handsome, gotta play public service sometimes.
"Come closer."
"I don't know how to take it...."
"I'll snap it for you. Camera app here...."
Matched heights with shy Hena and click.
A timid V-sign peeked from the photo's corner.
"Huh? You didn't save my number?"
"Bought it yesterday."
"Yesterday?"
No smartphone till now? Strict family?
I punched in my number without a second thought.
"Here's mine."
"Can I message you?"
"Sure."
Hena fiddled happily, glancing between her screen and my face.
"Thanks. I'll definitely hit you up."
"Bath-time boob pics would be appreciated."
"......"
"......Kidding."
Shouldn't tease Hena like that.
I knew better, but those eye-catching tits made it slip out.
"...Should I?"
"Don't. Mess up, and your deets blast across the net."
Flinch!
Hena quivered like earthquake pudding.
"Wh-what happens then......?"
"What? Didn't you see? Creepy dudes swarm instead of girls for a fan handshake."
"Eek! No way...!"
"Hate it?"
"Only you, Sanghyeok."
"......"
Why single me out? Heart skipping....
Hena twisted her waist shyly.
"Just you see?"
"No, don't take it...."
"Ah. Friends... can't."
Right. Friends can't.
If Hena were my girl, I'd beg for naughty selfies daily too.
'...She wobbles when walking. Worried some creep tricks her.'
Perception (Red)
[Hena's Underwear][Pink undies Hena treasures. Stolen before PE.]
......
Looks like the creep who tricked innocent Hena... is me.
"Hena."
"Yeah?"
Called out to Hena sorting her locker.
"This."
Hena spotted the undie set I held out and flushed beet red.
"Ah, uh......?"
"Returning it."
"......That."
"Just take it, no words."
Hena meekly accepted her undies.
Stole 'em then hand 'em back myself—odd even to me.
"...Used it up?"
"You think I'd wear women's undies?"
"Th-that...."
No way.
Asking if I fapped with your panties?
And rubbed my dick all over 'em, suspicions flying.
"Didn't."
"Took 'em but no use? Why? These... tacky?"
Never saw this Q&A coming.
Who cares if stolen panties are tacky? Never stolen any in my life....
"Call 'em tacky?"
"Uh-huh."
"On your body, whatever, not tacky."
That mint bra from yesterday? Lifetime memory.
Any undies wrapping bursting tits? Luxury.
"......"
Hena looked a tad pleased.
Uncle-ish answer, but not wrong, seems.
I calmly dug deeper into the locker.
Anything problematic?
[Men's Magazine - SS Issue 19]
[Visual ace of legendary idol group "NTT", Rizna May on main. Surprisingly all-ages.]
'Rizna May?'
The one who resembles Student Council President?
Curiosity piqued, I flipped it open a bit—yeah, spot-on resemblance.
Silver hair and massive rack.
'Usually the cliche's they're the same person.'
Even with edits, no way same.
Pink eyes? Lenses. Photobook Rizna's all cute big-tits girlfriend vibes.
'Student Council merch too.'
Tumbler, mousepad, pillow.
When to ditch all this?
Was Gu Sanghyeok here to study or simp?
'Get the appeal.'
Isabella's stunning.
D-rank scrub like me? Normal shot with her? Near zero.
Date that pretty? Looks alone no dice.
"Onahole"-ify mindset? Game-changer.
Thought that, chuckled at the ridiculousness.
Me? With Student Council President?
More absurd?
No plans for Personality Excretion like that.
Goddess nudges or not.
Grow chill, earn heroine respect? Way more fun.
Morning class: "Scarecrow Measurement."
Turned back, faced Hena behind me.
"What's that?"
"Hit scarecrow, rack up score."
"Score, huh...."
Thought: classic academy event.
Our world has mock exams, kids gunning top uni, score battles.
Minus fate-on-score, barely similar.
Fun factor? Scarecrow wins.
"You two practice?"
Yuuna popped up out of nowhere.
Class not started, snagged empty chair, plopped by Hena's desk.
Her seat's pretty far, right?
"First I heard today."
"Calendar it. Hits semester eval."
Peak model-student line.
Nakamori Yuuna beamed at me. Slight flutter.
...Pretty girl blatantly wanting to buddy up first? Fresh AF for me.
"No worries. Teacher Yuuna's here with tips."
"Roger. Yuuna-teacher only."
"Tru...st."
Hena echoed me.
Yuuna grinned satisfied.
"Scarecrow hits: stamina pacing key. No resistance, overpace risk high!"
"Not dump all stamina?"
"Timed rounds: 6s, 30s, 2min—composite score. Over early, gasp late."
"Ah."
Yuuna said:
Scarecrow DPS: 6sec, 30sec, 2min segments, total eval.
Blast start, wheeze end.
My skills Personality Excretion, Yaksha Charge only—maybe applies.
Even plain punches, full-power nonstop 2min? Steady breathing must.
Skills? Doubly.
"Helpful."
"Sanghyeok powered up from dungeon clear yesterday—next eval, C-rank shot?"
"2nd years C baseline?"
"Yup. D rare. But you... growth unlocked. Peak unknown!"
"Yeah. Grind to hunter."
My words dropped,
Dihirit's crew somewhere burst laughing.
"Uahaha!"
"......"
Yuuna stared daggers.
"Funny?"
"Nah. Simp duo dreaming. Hunter? Anyone."
This guy: Dihirit Ade.
Earring one ear, droopy eyes. Sneer locked on me.
Hates my guts, no clue why.
Sleeve rolled, tat showing—past me'd dodge eyes.
Now? Still no mingle vibe.
"Sanghyeok what? Talented dude."
"'Onahole Collection' talent!"
Crew cackled along.
"Solo fap champ. Yo."
"Kekeke."
"Onahole Princess gig, housekeeping? Yuuna."
"......"
Vulgar jabs flushed Yuuna's cheeks.
Onahole spam with my trash talent? Girl Yuuna no wordfight win.
"Kim Sanghyeok. Quit, hit workshop."
Dihirit sidled up, hand on shoulder.
"Scrap hunters queue your onaholes."
Shook off his hand.
"O? Collector fights back?"
"Hands off."
One line, class tensed fight-ready.
"Clothes scarce, can't dirty."
"Yeah. Sure...."
Dihirit dusted my shoulder.
"Pre-quit, salvage pride. Two-digit score? Crawl home to mommy."
"Kekeke."
Score.... that's the crux, huh.
This time, drop a high one.
Moments later, indoor training ground.
Fate-laden scarecrow measurement kicked off.
Take this!
"Personality Excretion Smash!!!"
My finisher roared.