Chapter 54

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 54

Chapter Title: Why Did I Think the Hero Route Would Be Normal?

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Just moments ago, I'd been rubbing enthusiastically against Yuuna's mound,

but now the Student Council President ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠strode ahead with dignified poise. Her sturdy thighs and plump rear drew my eyes like magnets.

The face of my imagined future wife kept shifting. Just entertaining those thoughts made my body heat up.

The President arrived at the dojo and took a call, nodding along.

"Got it. Handle it as is."

Did the President do dungeon runs too?

Lost in idle nonsense, our eyes met.

"That guy's sitting at 80 demerit points. Enough to tank his semester evaluation hard."

"Is that right?"

"Weren't you curious?"

"I'm drowning in demerits myself anyway..."

"We didn't assign any to you."

Why not?

Didn't seem like her personality to let it slide out of kindness.

"Like you said, you're already at demerit levels where expulsion wouldn't even be arguable. No point piling on more."

"Fair enough."

"No complaints on the ruling? Then we're done."

Huh? Was she actually looking out for me?

Telling Dihirit I'd been demerited...

"Thought you called me in to chew me out."

"Just got the report. Your friend was about to eat a fist first."

Ah. Plenty of eyes on the scene...

But something felt off about her getting a report.

"Not exactly praiseworthy, but extenuating circumstances apply."

"Thanks for seeing it that way. But... am I under surveillance?"

"Obviously. You're a student of interest. I get reports on your actions from everywhere."

"......"

Knowing she was tracking my daily life stirred something odd inside me.

"Bother you?"

"No."

"Don't want villain treatment? Then don't swing your authority around on innocents. That's why you're in this program, isn't it?"

"Slipped my mind..."

That I was her personal project student.

Her bolting out at the commotion? No coincidence.

Her focus was 100% on me. Not Dihirit.

"Even to protect someone, you don't use powers on innocent non-villains."

"Yes, ma'am..."

"Your demerits? We'll call it even with training sessions with me. Change and come out."

"Understood."

The dojo was empty, but the changing room showed signs of morning use.

......

A lone pair of women's underwear abandoned on the floor.

Who the hell left this...?

Pink. And the cups were pretty generous.

'......'

Come to think of it, why was my locker in the girls' changing room...?

What if someone walked in right now?

This okay?

'Underwear aside...'

...Sniff sniff.

Not a total perv, but the scent hits you anyway.

Better bail quick...

"Stretching first."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Press my back."

Squish. Press.

I slowly bore down on Isabella's back as she split her legs in a straddle.

Beneath her updone hair, the President's slender nape came into view.

'Damn, that's tempting...'

Shouldn't be getting worked up...

"Your turn."

"Yessum."

Squish.

The President casually mashed her breasts against the back of my head without a second thought.

Whoooaa!

Isn't this straight-up meant to arouse?

"Bend over more."

"President... your breasts..."

"Can't press properly otherwise."

Squishy♡

I just took it and sprang a full erection.

Finishing the stretch while savoring her body scent and the softness of her tits,

I stood up, tenting my clothes with an erection anyone could spot from a mile away.

"......Full of vim and vigor, I see."

"Your fault, President."

"That cursed blob of fat won't melt even with exercise? Must feel that good, huh?"

Why try to sweat off that glorious fat!?

Thank god it's so bountiful!

"Cursed is a bit harsh."

"Gets in the way."

"Gotta have 'em to feed the baby..."

"Hmm. Can't picture myself like that."

......Yeah, no way she could at her age.

But I could easily imagine her with a baby bump, so I'd appreciate her sparing those boner-killing lines.

My dick was throbbing hard enough to cause problems.

"Time to redirect that energy elsewhere."

"Huh?"

"Come at me!"

"Gwah!!"

No, give a guy some warning!

The President suddenly flipped me over, slamming me to the mat.

Uh... ugh...

Grateful for the skill level-up and all, but...

My reflexive breakfall? Thanks to Isabella's training.

"Here ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I come!"

"Eek! Yes, ma'am!"

After tumbling every which way, the pain quickly wilted my erection.

"......In Academy life, you'll often see cadets clash and let emotions boil over."

"Hah... hah..."

"Every time, I think: cultivate discipline. Emotions that shake easily? Proof of weakness!"

"Urgh...... Hngh!"

I threw everything I had at the President. Literally.

No authorities used, of course.

The President oozed charisma, always ramrod straight posture, and handled her body so well she could fling a bigger guy─me─around like a ragdoll.

Honestly? Zero confidence beating her skill-wise this lifetime.

"Hoo... haa... haa...!"

Over an hour of nonstop rolling left sweat pouring off me.

Morning dungeon run on top of that...

The President? Not a single drop. So crisp and fresh it was almost infuriating.

"Not using that fancy authority of yours?"

"No point. Won't land twice."

She wouldn't fall for the same trick again.

Only option? Crank up the reality warp. But that'd spell total disaster.

The kind of pervert apocalypse En-chan would cream over.

(Not confident I'd keep my hips still if it happened, either.)

'Man, all I really know about the President is how damn hot she is.'

Her name: Isabella.

Seoul's S-Rank Hero. Head of the Villain Correction Bureau.

Strong, diligent, gorgeous─Onahole Academy's goddess-backed secret heroine.

I wanted things to work out with her,

but picturing that future? Tough sell.

"Call it? Grab some food, President?"

"Got other plans today."

See? Iron wall.

"You're coming too."

"Huh?"

Me included?

Before I could even peek at Yuuna's face again, I showered per orders, threw on my uniform, and headed out.

Straight onto the subway to the next district over.

Isabella just sat one seat away, quiet as could be.

"Where we headed?"

"Etsol Academy cadet external activity─nothing ring a bell?"

"No way... hero work?"

Ughhh.

It came.

She smirked at my obvious disgust.

Got a kick out of my misery, apparently.

"Planned a full month of hardcore training before field deployment, but you're one itchy little problem child."

"Just floated lunch."

"No reason I'd eat with you off the clock."

She fixed me with a sharp glare.

"Forgot? I hate you."

"......Yeah. Feeling's mutual."

Deep down? Dying to get chummy with her breathtaking beauty. Just not my call.

Even with (New) Sanghyeok's looks and charm, she's a tough heroine. Isabella.

No cracks in that armor.

'If eroge plot, we'd be done already.'

Villain route locked. Jelly excretion mandatory.

"Hate it or not, you're doing it. Unless you want my 'good job' stamp."

"Yes, ma'am. Wouldn't dream otherwise."

Couldn't trash my Academy shot.

Hero gig... haa. No choice.

Sighing my guts out─way got boring─President piped up.

"Why the hero hate? Money?"

"......Kinda, but... heroes are all about saving others, right?"

"Yep."

"Feels too weighty for a guy like me with zero sense of duty. Intimidating."

"Hmm."

Isabella stared hard at my profile for some reason.

Wha, what?

Say something wrong?

"Keep going."

"Love cute animals, never had a pet. Can't handle the life-responsibility weight."

"That's your hero avoidance reason?"

"Yeah. Job for the duty-bound greats."

"Never figured I'd agree with you."

She muttered, barely audible.

"I agree."

My words from a hero-less world might've landed.

Bottom line? Firefighter vibes.

Wonder if a guy like me could hack it.

Firefighters bolt mid-bite of fresh ramen on emergency calls.

Could ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I?

"Check your phone. Kim Sanghyeok."

"Huh?"

Fresh app auto-installing.

"Hero App."

Hero registration in progress...

Student ID popped up─hero status locked in.

Hoped for exemption? Fat chance!

'Sniff.'

Sunk in despair, Isabella scooted over, dragging that glorious ass right next to me.

......Whoa. That scent...♡

Floral wafting from her head.

Perfume? Nah... gotta be natural...

Makes you wanna scoop her up.

"Phone, not me. I'll show you how."

"I'm really doing hero stuff?"

"Hero App's exclusive─needs existing member rec and special code."

'Existing member' = her, obviously.

Her endorsement let it install.

"Check it."

"Photo registration?"

Dating app style.

"Snap one. Your face."

Quick selfie, upload.

"D-Rank here too..."

"Everyone starts D. Now─check usage..."

Sliiiide...

Her hefty tits brushed my arm.

The more she leaned to peek at my screen, the tougher it got to fight the boner.

"What?"

"...R-Right."

"Here, full Seoul crime/handling status. You'll get rank-appropriate missions, but..."

Ding. Ding.

Alerts nonstop during her explanation.

Hero App DMs.

"......Can send direct messages too. Industry folks."

Bam bam bam bam...

Messages stacking at ludicrous speed.

"To get mission assignments..."

The President personally swiped away the thirsty women's barrages.

"Missions..."

"......"

Glare.

Why the death stare...?

"You've been through the gender-flip version."

"I got the dick-pic creep brigade."

...Checks out.

"Rounded 'em all up, shipped to Correction."

"......"

Scarier than telecom obscenity laws, our President...

Rookie-hero Isabella caught that trash DM spam too.

Hence.

120+ messages in under five minutes. What now...?

Never knew this world had this many women down for instant raw sex on call.

Eroge perks, right? En-chan?

"Here─tick 'known contacts only.'"

Meanwhile, pussy shots, tit pics flying in thicker.

"......Perverts transcend gender."

"Tell me about it..."

(My stealth boner stays secret.)

Once messages quieted, the President's explanation rolled on.