Chapter 23

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 23

Chapter Title: The Goddess's Harem Writing Doesn't Stop!

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Waiting for Hena and Yuuna to finish their showers...

"We're back!"

"Sorry, but I've got something to take care of today... You go on ahead."

It wasn't so much "something to take care of" as it was... I didn't want to believe it, but I wouldn't feel at ease until I confirmed it wasn't any of my business.

"...Huh? Okay, see you tomorrow then!"

I wondered if my tone had come off a bit cold.

But Yuuna responded with a smile, and Hena gave a small wave goodbye.

After parting ways with the two of them,

I headed to where the excreted personality was. It was in a academy building I'd never been to before.

'Can I even go in there?'

As I peeked around the entrance, a guard with a menacing face appeared.

"This isn't a place for regular students. Step back."

"...Um, excuse me..."

It's in there.

Seridwen Evelyn's excreted personality.

It shows up even clearer when I activate Perception.

'Personality wear. Isn't that dangerous?'

"What are you doing? Why'd you use a skill?"

"No, this is... um."

"Give me a straight answer!"

Ugh!

No need to shove my shoulder like that. It's a seriously tricky thing to explain. This is...

"Stop! What's going on here?"

At that moment.

A person I never thought I'd see again appeared before me.

Student Council President Isabella.

The beautiful silver-haired girl ordered the guard to stand down.

"I was stopping a regular student from entering the research wing."

"...The research wing?"

'Oh crap.'

This wasn't the time to admire how pretty she was. The president was way more dangerous than the guard.

"Kim Sanghyeok. What brings you here?"

"Do you know who Seridwen... Evelyn is, President?"

"......"

Isabella looked at me with an inscrutable gaze.

"I was just on my way to see Professor Seridwen myself. If you have business with her, want to come along?"

"Ah, yes."

Why was she agreeing so easily?

Anyone could see I was suspicious, so was she sticking close to take me down?

Still, somehow I got past the guard and entered the research wing.

"I've been unable to reach Professor Seridwen. I saw she returned from her trip abroad, though."

"...I-is that so?"

What the hell was going on?

I'm the only one in this game who uses Personality Excretion, but there's an excretion here labeled with a name I don't even know.

...No. Calling it an "excretion" feels too rude for a professor whose face I don't even know. Let's correct that to "jelly."

Anyway, if the professor excreted her "jelly," it's no wonder she's unreachable.

I swear I've never used inhuman Personality Excretion on any heroines.

But it is true that I know details about excretions others don't.

I even have a rough idea of what situation Professor Seridwen is in right now.

And that fact is making me incredibly anxious.

Isn't this enough to finger me as the culprit?

Isabella strode ahead without looking back.

"Since lunchtime, I've been trying to contact her, but no reply. I figured she might be eating."

"Since lunchtime?"

"Yes."

'Lunchtime...'

Excreted personality. Before that, what had I done...?

'The scarecrow!?'

Was there a separate creator for the scarecrow? I skimmed the info from Perception, so I don't remember.

But one thing sticks out.

That beginner mana scarecrow was student council property.

"Um, President. One question."

"What?"

"Was Professor Seridwen ever in the student council during her school days?"

Isabella stopped dead in her tracks.

No time to swoon over the white pants ass that Gusaenghyuk loved so much.

"You're going to see Professor Seridwen and you don't even know that?"

Her voice was ice cold.

Sweat kept pouring down my back.

Maybe I was in a really dangerous spot right now...

"Why are you sweating so much?"

"...Th-the dungeon from afternoon class was hot."

"Professor Seridwen was in the student council. She was even president during her time here."

"I see."

She probably wasn't president from the start. She must have been active in it for a while.

Seridwen Evelyn prepared a scarecrow that belonged to the student council during her student days...

That makes sense. Nothing strange about it.

Then why was the professor's jelly excreted?

Probably because the scarecrow had a function to track its creator, tied to Personality Excretion...?

'What an insane coincidence!'

Hard to believe En-chan designed it that way. But...

That girl definitely knew everything and didn't tell me!

"Why aren't you following? Don't you have business with Professor Seridwen?"

I could tell.

As I followed the president, [Seridwen's Excreted Personality] was getting closer and closer...

"...So, did you get through to her later?"

"Just a bit ago, it suddenly connected."

Connected?

The president showed me her phone.

"But it was silent the whole time, no matter what I said. That's why I'm heading there now. Worried something might have happened to her."

"......"

"What do you think? Am I overthinking it?"

"If... my family went silent like that, I'd worry and go check too."

"Exactly. What if she was attacked by some vicious villain?"

...Isabella was openly suspecting me.

Of course she was. Hena and Yuuna might buy it, but the president had no reason to trust me.

From her perspective, I was just a criminal on probation. Nothing more, nothing less.

Whoosh.

One door ahead, and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the president turned fully to glare at me.

"Kim Sanghyeok. Why are you in the research wing? Answer me."

Kim Sanghyeok's greatest crisis in life.

"I can't explain until you open that door, President."

"What if opening it is a trap? What if it's the trigger for your ability?"

"If you suspect that, I can open it."

"No."

Isabella opened the door. Had she stopped suspecting a mere D-rank failure like me?

Or did she think even "me grabbing the doorknob" was part of some scheme?

No way for me to know, but

we finally came face to face with it.

A pretty pink jelly, shining like a gem...

"...Monster!"

The president's body was enveloped in white light.

Startled, I jumped between the jelly and the president.

"Wait!! Hold on, President!"

"Get out of the way. You want to die too?"

"This is Professor Seridwen Evelyn!"

"What...?"

That was close!

If I don't protect the jelly, the professor can never return to normal.

That's why I threw myself in the way.

"What makes you say that? If it's the professor, then who's..."

"......"

I scooped up the jelly into my arms.

'Sorry.'

I apologized in my mind.

All I felt was guilt toward the professor who had endured that devastating Personality Excretion.

I had to fix this somehow.

First, convince the president.

"Professor? Professor Seridwen?"

"......"

Seridwen, reclining with the backrest tilted, didn't respond.

If she'd been left since lunchtime, that was nearly five hours of neglect.

The connection between body and jelly was extremely faint. Meaning her body was now just a shell...

'But damn, the professor is gorgeous!'

This wasn't the middle-aged teacher from class!

A black-haired beauty in her early twenties at most—maybe just two or three years older than Hena or Yuuna—lay unconscious.

Her sturdy thighs peeking from under the burgundy dress were blatantly erotic.

"You'd better be able to explain what happened here, Kim Sanghyeok."

"......"

"I'm warning you—this isn't just expulsion territory. As a hero, I could kill you right now."

Where to even start?

"For now, the professor seems cold. Can I comfort her a bit?"

"......"

This skill was probably made for times like this.

In this erotic game, to bring subjugated heroines into perfect domination and submission.

This wicked system was designed for that.

I made her happy without any cost to myself.

Gently kneading the jelly.

"What exactly is that?"

"It's Professor Seridwen. My mistake caused this."

"What..."

"I don't know exactly how it happened, but this is an accident."

Accident.

I explained that when I hit the scarecrow, my skill transferred directly to her.

My skill...

I wanted to keep 「Personality Excretion」 secret from someone like the president, but I had no choice but to reveal it now.

"Personality Excretion?"

Ugh. She was looking at me with way more disgust than I imagined.

Hena and Yuuna really accepted it without prejudice.

"Even if I believe you had no intent, that's still a major crime."

"Right now, the important thing is restoring the professor."

"That's not for you to worry about."

Of course she wouldn't entrust it to me!

"Any longer and it'll be too late. We need to act now!"

"Is this a ploy to buy time to escape?"

"Leave it to me. I'll find a way somehow."

"Even if I believe that's her personality, there's no reason to leave the aftermath to you!"

"Isabella!"

I shouted fiercely.

"Let's restore her first, then talk!"

"......"

"Professor..."

Isabella's voice trembled faintly.

"...Can you definitely restore her?"

"If you stop me here, she'll never go back to normal."

We needed to act now.

The golden hour might already be past.

"Ugh..."

"Guard the door so no one comes in, President."

I turned my back to her.

"Wait! I never said I'd entrust it to you. No guarantee everything you're saying is true..."

"Guard the door. Don't come in until I say it's done—not even you, President."

Isabella grabbed my arm.

"Using the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠emergency line, I can get her to Seoul's best hospital in three minutes. You still think this is the best way?"

"Yes. I'm the only one on Earth who can save her right now."

"...Fine. Do what you have to."

Even I'd have a hard time believing it in her shoes, but Isabella made the bold call.

I was just grateful now.

"I'll make sure no one gets in. How much time?"

"I'll do everything I can before it gets completely dark."

"About two hours. Got it. Restore the professor, no matter what."

The door closed.

With Isabella as doorkeeper, no interruptions for a while.

Now the real problem began.

Facing a Personality Excretion scene harsher than a locked-room ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠murder, I let out a sigh.

'Thanks to you, En-chan, moments like this don't even surprise me anymore...'

I kept kneading the jelly with Onahole Touch, warming her personality happily,

but I had no idea how to restore her.

Shove it back in the hole it came from? That was the only idea that came to mind, but...

I should check with her first before trying.

"En!"

Time froze, and a tiny, cute blonde goddess popped up beside me.

"The erotic game goddess, En-chan, appears!"

"How do you restore an excreted jelly?"

"Kyaa~~ Making a heroine whose face and name you don't even know excrete? So tacky~!"

...Should I just smack her?

"Tell me how to restore it."

"Super simple! Slather the heroine jelly on your dick like a condom, stick it in her pussy, and rub away!"

"How is that simple!"

I grabbed En's cheeks and stretched them wide.

"Nyaaagh! Nngh!"

"No other way?"

"Nooope, nooope...! For reals, for reals...!"

The solution is total perv sex!?

This was seriously messing with my head.

"You want me to rape Evelyn?"

"Heroines are always happiest with Sanghyeok-nim, no matter what! Play it more like an erotic game!"

"That's too hardcore!"

I never wanted to mess around with a heroine's jelly like this!

"You dodged the heroine mouth-pussy viral too! That wasn't extreme at all."

"That was extreme enough!"

En flopped on the floor like a kid throwing a tantrum in a mart.

"Waaah~~ Do the perv sex pleeease~~ Booo~!"

"Don't throw a fit over that...!"

...Professor, if I leave her like this, she'll die.

I had to fix it somehow. But I couldn't help hesitating.

"I'm scared that in this situation, I'll use it as an excuse and rape Evelyn without any guilt. That's what I hate."

"...Whoa. You're actually such a good guy! Real pure-love protagonist!"

"I'm just a sane person!"

But 「Onahole Academy」 is still a game. The reason this no-difficulty game certified by the goddess keeps feeling hard

is because I'm stubbornly going against the dialogue and paths the game suggests.

So I knew I couldn't keep that up forever.

En, now standing, spoke with unusual seriousness.

"Sanghyeok-nim, could you stand a heroine dating some worthless guy?"

"Well..."

To begin with, it was wrong to think all those girls belonged to me.

That's normal thinking. But...

"I guarantee you, heroines are happiest by the protagonist's side. The ones you don't choose all end up miserable."

"You can't say that for sure."

"Really? Even though you thought it when you met the demon merchant."

This voyeur perv erotic game goddess.

She's sneakily sharp about my mental shifts...

"With power like yours, you could make lots of heroines happy at once, right?"

"......"

Without all the real-world constraints tormenting me—especially money—I end up having those arrogant fantasies.

Dreaming of living like an emperor.

It was a greed I'd never felt before.

"So this is actually good for Evelyn."

"You call this good?"

"She skips all the fluff and gets to be by your side, loved. Timing's a bit early, but I like that too. Now, make the heroine happy."

"...Your harem writing is insane."

"Ehe."

Such a cheap, tacky method.

But the erotic game goddess En-chan was always sincere. She wanted me to casually do perv sex, treat heroines like trophies or cakes, and chow down.

Cheering me on with those thoughts.

"Got it."

"Kyaa~~!! Raping to save her!?"

"No."

I hated that sleazy mindset from the start.

If I had no choice, better to make it purely for my own sake.

"I hate villain routes, so this is for me."

"Oppa Sanghyeok is cool~! So hot! Pure-love maniac mode is broken!"

Her over-the-top energy was making me dizzy.

"Who maniac? Who."

For the president waiting outside and trusting me, I had to rape smoothly.

Just for a little while.

I decided to become the worst villain ever: the Onahole Man.

Time resumed its normal flow.

I grabbed the jelly again. Squeeze.

I dropped my pants, placing the jelly over my already rock-hard dick.

World's first personality handling, followed by personality condom donning ceremony.

Rub rub...

Rubbing it on my dick with my hand, it started sticking slickly to my shaft.

Good thing it's pink—no visual rejection.

This play was seriously disorienting even as I did it.

Prep done, now I picked up Seridwen's body and moved her to the desk.

'...Whoa.'

Soft and warm.

Was it because I handled her personality? Her body was nicely toasty, like after a workout.

At desk height, perfect for insertion. I laid her down and...

Spread Seridwen's defenseless legs wide.

"......"

Her burgundy dress hiked up, revealing her pale, plump thighs.

In this criminal situation, my dick was hardening endlessly, oblivious to limits.