Chapter 224

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 224

Chapter Title: My First-Year Girlfriends

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Today's morning class was my first "sparring" session since coming to Etsol Academy.

There were four large cages set up in the Indoor Training Ground, like something out of a fight club, and it looked like we'd be battling inside them.

"Sanghyeok, this is your first time, right?"

Yuuna poked her head next to mine as she said it.

My girlfriends flanked me on both sides, as if it were the most natural thing in the world whenever we came to the training ground.

The academy student life was filled with these intoxicating scents that could make me hard if I let my guard down. It was too damn good.

"Huh? Why aren't you answering?"

Because I was too busy admiring my beautiful girlfriend.

I'd been staring so intently that Yuuna's cheeks flushed red.

"...We did it so much last night... Get it together..."

Whispering...

The conversation was incredibly provocative...!

As if we had to worry about someone overhearing our shameful little secret,

Yuuna grumbled cutely.

"It's my first sparring class."

"Yeah, we did it once before when you were absent, Kim Sanghyeok."

"Oh."

If it was when I was absent...

It must've been that day I skipped academy because I was busy pinning down my little sisters and fucking them.

Hyejeong had a hell of a time punishing and managing them after that.

Now they were all riding the same ship as my sexy little sisters, though.

"So today's got first-years and second-years mixed together?"

"Excluding third-years, it feels like everyone's on the same level. It's like a joint class."

"Onahole man fighting!"

A shout came from the observation seats on the second floor of the training ground.

Just that one phrase—"Onahole Man"—and every student's gaze locked onto me.

'Haha...'

My popularity was exploding.

If only the third-years appreciated my charm like this.

The third-years felt like they were on another level from us, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠making it hard even to approach them.

Were they just one year ahead...?

Or had they endured a full year in this dangerous academy society...?

"Hubby!"

Suddenly, someone tackled me from behind.

The force nearly sent me sprawling forward.

But as I braced myself, soft breasts pressed against my back like a reward.

"Hilaria."

It was Hilaria, one of my first-year girlfriends.

"Ahem."

Hilaria snuggled into my arms, sniffing me with a grin.

"Haven't you gotten even stronger?"

Was that what it meant for a girl to sniff a male like some beast?

So very Hilaria.

The first-year climbing master. A girlfriend with a big frame and equally impressive bust and hips.

Among the girls, she was compared to lions or tigers, but in front of me, she was just lovable.

"I've gotten stronger. And you've gotten even prettier, Hilaria?"

"Bleh. What kinda talk is that, hubby?"

"......"

Flirting like that didn't work on her...

"I've been busy training. They say slacking on mobility drills during pregnancy drops your stamina."

"You got a double line?"

"After creaming inside me that risky day, it'd be weirder if I didn't get pregnant... Mmph!"

I clamped my hand over Hilaria's mouth.

"Hold on. This is the academy...!"

"Pffft. Right?"

Yuuna and Hena seemed a bit deflated by the bold first-year's arrival.

"Oh, aren't you numbers one and two? Nice to meet you."

"H-Hilaria, right...? Um. Nice to meet you."

Smooth.

Hilaria's wolf-like gray eyes zeroed in on the shrinking Hena.

"A-ah, h-hi..."

Unable to withstand the intense gaze demanding a response, Hena squeezed out a greeting.

Impressive...

Hilaria shook hands with Yuuna and Hena one by one.

"I'm glad hubby had company while I was training!"

......

She was the jealous type, but her way of marking territory was different from Yuuna's.

She saw Yuuna and Hena as mere substitutes keeping my side warm in her absence, brimming with confidence.

That confidence—and her brazenly protruding tits.

Petite Yuuna looked intimidated by those overwhelming breasts, her energy sapped.

'Anyone would wilt in front of Hilaria...'

Even most guys would struggle to stand tall.

Her whole body exuded a tough aura, and her fearless personality didn't help.

If I called her out tonight for pregnancy sex, she'd agree with a grin in one second flat. "I'm good anytime!"

"Hila! Where'd you go! Seriously!"

"Hilaria. Your friend's looking for you."

"Oh."

The black-haired glasses girl, Cybele, spotted us and approached.

"Sorry, senior. Our girl's at it again..."

"I said I was going to see my husband."

"You bolted out so fast I couldn't hear you, you idiot!"

"Aww~ I just couldn't wait to see him, what can I do!"

Cybele had it rough.

"I missed you too, Hilaria."

"See? Hubby missed me. Wives get sulky if you leave 'em hanging too long~."

"Whoa, all this wife and husband talk... it's like something out of a story."

"It's not just talk."

Hilaria got dead serious.

Cybele let out a long sigh.

"Marriage isn't something that happens just because you decide someone's your soulmate."

"Forget the papers and ceremonies. What matters is I've chosen this man to be my baby's daddy. Then I protect him with my life."

"I didn't know I was getting lifetime protection."

"Aww, if you really wanna see me in a wedding dress? I'll wear the sluttiest one for you, hubby!"

"......"

Hilaria in a wedding dress...

Imagining this wild, busty beauty meekly following me in a dress was pretty fun.

"Wedding dresses ain't cheap, you sure?"

Of course I'd buy it,

but when I said it like that, Hilaria slapped a hand on her hip.

"What do you take me for? I could feed and house you with just your body alone."

Tempting.

If my onahole collection gig flops, I've got another hill to lean on. Nice.

Literally rubbing against Hilaria's plump ass.

"Anyway, we'll be going."

"Aw, why? Trying to steal time from me and hubby."

"We gotta prep! Teacher's coming soon!"

"See ya later, hubby!"

Hilaria hugged me tight, ignoring all the stares, planted a kiss on me,

then let Cybele drag her away while waving.

"......"

Yuuna was pouting her lips.

"Pfft..."

"......Younger than me, but so bold and pretty with huge tits..."

"Jealous?"

"Hmph... Doesn't matter, I'm still Second! Second closest to First forever!"

This was a joint first- and second-year class, but first-years stuck with first-years and second-years with second-years, crossing that subtle line took some ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠nerve.

I spotted Stella and Serena.

Isolde and Sarika were there too.

Whenever strikingly pretty girls caught my eye among the first- and second-years, they were my girlfriends.

Cybele was the exception?

Progress stalled during the exchange event too.

Once the cages were set up and everyone was ready, the teacher entered.

A kindly wrinkled old-man face with an unbalanced muscular build, sporting a bushy mustache.

"We'll be doing first- and second-year sparring class. I'm Noyak, in charge today."

First time seeing this teacher.

Honestly, it was almost always a new face.

"Second-years probably don't know me. I also coach first-year physical training."

His 2-meter-plus frame and booming voice from those massive muscles were something else.

If he grabbed you, bones would snap...

"The format's simple. Students enter the cages one by one and fight challengers until ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the rotation signal."

Just fight?

Seemed straightforward.

"The cages have damage-absorbing barriers I set up, so go all out without worrying about injuries!"

Damage-absorbing barrier, huh...

Better seal Personality Excretion just in case. Wouldn't wanna scatter the muscular teacher's personality jelly everywhere through the barrier.

No masterworks with magic crystals for student duels,

so everyone got non-lethal weapons beforehand.

"No guns, right?"

Guns didn't have a "non-lethal" concept.

There were non-lethal rounds, but guns were made to kill.

Fine, bare hands for me.

My second main weapon.

"Let's go! I gotta pick a wooden sword."

Led by Yuuna, I ran into some first-year underclassmen distributing weapons.

......!

What the hell was this bombshell...!

"This way, senior."

Serena squad's tank, Bridget!

The hot spring sex came rushing back. That insane ass and tits had my dick throbbing like it might burst.

Bridget, after so long, stood before her senior—me—with thighs pressed tight, back ramrod straight, still full of military discipline.

She tied her red hair up under her helmet usually, but today it was down. Innocent face with a body that wasn't innocent at all...

And that rigid posture.

"Good morning, senior."

"Bridget, long time no see..."

"Yes! Weapons are over here."

"Nah, I'm good..."

While Yuuna squatted picking a sword, I stared blankly at Bridget's tits.

You shouldn't stare at girls' chests like that.

"...Stared too much? Sorry."

"No, senior! If anything, I'm sorry I couldn't offer them up right away."

"......"

Nice...

Being around Bridget made me wanna subject her to some rough sex torture.

First-years were overflowing with charm...

"Yuuna, you pick?"

"Yeah! This one and this!"

They all looked like similar wooden swords. Yuuna checked length and grip over and over.

"Hena?"

"Bare hands..."

Her masterwork was that magic-crystal wall bird staff, right?

Couldn't use it in sparring, so bare hands it was.

"......"

I was worried.

"If your opponent's too tough, forfeit."

"Y-yeah."

Glancing aside, a pink-haired girl squatted picking weapons.

That position drew the eyes to her ass inevitably.

The cat-like seductive pink-haired girl turned, as if sensing my gaze.

"Sanghyeok senior~?"

"Ah, Isolde..."

"Sanghyeok senior, who only appears in our group chat like some rare creature."

Haha...

She had to rub in how I rarely showed up.

Couldn't say I was busy fucking, so I grinned awkwardly.

Isolde jumped up and suddenly hooked her arm in mine.

Squish......♡♡

Blood rushed south from those pervert-soft, man-pleasing milk tanks.

"W-what, suddenly..."

Suddenly... why the tits...

Not that I was complaining!

"Pick one for me. My weapon."

"Uh, no... I don't even know what you use."

"Mmm~ I handle all eighteen weapons basically. So choose for me."

Why was she doing this?

Seducing me outright with that bitchy voice and body begging to be fucked senseless.

"Uh... that staff over there?"

"Perfect~!"

Why? Then I saw her pick up her phone.

"Eh~ Why change it? Don't you know? No matter what you pick, boyfriend's choice is what matters most~?"

......Heh...

Still the same old her.

"You guys are just seasoning for me and Sanghyeok senior's romance, some crumbs. Don't get cocky~. Got it?"

"Ahh~ Your streamer Sol gets stolen by handsome, ripped Sanghyeok senior who's amazing in bed too."

"Ah!! Thanks for the 150-coin sponsor, IsoldeToes!"

A wooden sword NTR version appeared near Sol.

Putting her phone down, Sol looked at me.

"Thanks for the assist, Sanghyeok senior."

"...Tough break with that pervert talent of yours..."

"Eh, getting used to it bit by bit. Lately, no real Sanghyeok senior, so I've been playing with the imaginary one."

"But you can't use that sword."

I slipped my arm around Isolde's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠waist and whispered.

"You just picked it."

"Eek......!!"

Isolde shuddered and bowed her head.

"Y-yes... I'll use the one you picked..."

Cute.

I loved how Sol blushed bright red when I got real with her.

The temporary weapon depot was bustling like this, but unlike before, first-year underclassmen couldn't swarm me anymore.

Thanks to my pretty girlfriends.