Chapter 38
Chapter 38
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 38
Chapter Title: Back to School (2)
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Not just the students.
"W-Woojin-ah...?"
The homeroom teacher, half-balding, stared at me in shock.
"Ahem! Hm!"
But he cleared his throat dramatically, quickly pulling himself together. Amid the crowd of students, he regained his authority and dignity as a teacher.
Tap.
He patted my shoulder lightly and added,
"I don't know what changed your mind, but good call. Just show up to the academy regularly from now on, keep your attendance up, and graduation won't be an issue. Your grades were never that bad anyway."
The middle-aged teacher encouraging me glanced around, dismissing the students.
"Alright, everyone back to your seats. No class today, but don't get too lax on the first day back."
Homeroom began, and the opening ceremony was held modestly right there in the classroom.
It was a far cry from the grand winter break send-off.
The second-years at Stella Academy—our seniors—had dwindled in number.
Most had left for jobs or internships.
Even those who'd aced their internal grades early were the same.
Having secured university spots through academy recommendations, they'd submitted employment certificates for sham jobs or were just living free without working.
According to Sia, some had even enlisted early.
The world had changed, but Korea's conscription system remained.
In fact, most countries enforced it.
Not just from nation-on-nation conflicts, but because gates spewed endless monsters.
Separate from Awakeners, the military organized and protected civilians in crises.
That was the setup.
Anyway, for various reasons, the academy was left mostly with first-years.
The few second-years hanging around were seen as oddballs or weirdos.
In the now-quiet Stella Academy, a simple event unfolded just for the first-years.
Swish.
While the ceremony droned on, I tuned out and stared at one spot.
"......"
Channeling mana into my Clairvoyance, the people and objects blocking my view turned transparent and faded away.
Shwaa!
My gaze locked straight on Cynthia in Hunter Class 1.
Cynthia huddled in a corner of her classroom.
Her face faintly flushed, she pressed and released her thighs repeatedly, squirming subtly on her chair as she lifted her hips just a bit.
'Should I crank it up?'
I pulled out my smartphone and opened the app.
Cynthia's pussy.
More precisely, the app to remotely control the rotor inside it.
I fiddled with my phone and, without hesitation, ramped up the vibration on the rotor I'd gifted her this morning.
Cynthia shuddered violently and bowed her head.
Whispers.
Right on cue, the girl next to her looked worried and asked about her condition.
Using Sensory Manipulation alongside, I spied on the two through Clairvoyance.
"You okay, Sia? Want me to take you to the nurse?"
"Mmm. No. I'm... f-fine."
I'd amplified my hearing.
"Your face is so red..."
"D-Don't worry. Just... not feeling great..."
Blocking out all other noise, I focused on Cynthia and her new friend's voices.
"Okay. But tell me if you can't take it. I'll walk you there."
"...Thanks, Yeji."
Convenient ability, really.
Selective hearing—what a cheat skill.
Bzzz.
Not that it was easy, of course.
"Eut... the vibration..."
Fine control was all my hard work.
Looking back, I'd spent the entire break practicing to master my powers.
Nothing comes free, as the saying goes.
Using two abilities at once? No walk in the park.
I trained steadily, squeezing in sessions whenever I could.
Diligent practice got me to this level.
Not that tormenting my childhood friend with it made me feel pathetic or anything.
Far from self-loathing—it was thrilling, fun as hell.
"Hah, haeut..."
She wasn't just suffering, either. Cynthia, several classrooms away, was enjoying it plenty.
Vrrr.
The rotor rattled her inner walls, sending exotic pleasure through her.
Seated in the middle of class, she trembled nonstop from the thrill and excitement of the situation.
Tap, tap—.
But only briefly.
[Woojin-ah, please.]
Her mind unraveling, she sent a desperate message.
[Turn down the vibration... gonna get caught...]
Even dazed, her fingers flew across her phone, begging me.
[Please... this is seriously bad...]
No powers needed—her panic screamed from the texts alone.
How desperate Sia was right now.
[Sounds... gonna slip out...]
Watching her closely, I replied coolly.
[Hang in there a bit longer.]
[No! Keep this up and I'm really gonna cum!]
[Oh? Fine, since you brought it up—cum once and I'll stop.]
[What?!]
Her eyes widened in shock as she stared at her screen.
Vrrrrm!
Seizing the moment, I maxed the vibration and switched to the most intense pattern.
"Hngh!"
Cynthia bit her lip hard, barely stifling her moan.
But a few classmates noticed.
"Sia's not feeling well, right?"
"She's breaking a sweat too."
Of course, they assumed she was sick.
No one'd guess the pure girl had a rotor stuffed in her pussy.
Common sense and all.
Thus.
Cynthia, past the crisis, tapped her phone faster than before.
[I'm... really gonna cum! No! Stop! Please! Woojin-ah!]
I ignored her, keeping the intense vibes going.
Truth be told, Cynthia's body wasn't fully "developed" yet.
"Hnggg...!"
But it knew the pleasure I gave, reacting beautifully to every stimulus with her increasingly lewd flesh.
Tremble.
Suddenly, her whole body shook like she was about to tip over the edge.
[No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No!]
Even auto-complete couldn't keep up with her frantic spam.
[Cumming...!]
And finally, Cynthia climaxed.
"Kghuuut♡!!!"
She collapsed face-first onto her desk, orgasming while clutching her phone.
Her delayed message cracked me up.
[Cummmmiiiinnngggㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜ.]
Pretty spot-on for fingers gone rogue.
[Please. Stop. Vibes still going...]
At her plea, I shut it off like I'd been waiting.
"Haa... ha..."
Lost in afterglow, Cynthia sighed in relief, breathing hot air under her desk.
The ceremony ended then too.
Announcements cut off, homeroom wrapped quick.
But Cynthia, still flushed, couldn't lift her head.
Having cum in the middle of class, her face burned; cheeks beet red.
Not just her face.
Shame from head to toe, she nibbled her lower lip.
Others might miss it, but my mana-sight saw clear.
First day of the new term.
No time to adjust to the new class before climaxing, she twisted her legs to vent her embarrassment.
Step.
A male student approached her.
"You okay, Sia?"
Choi Si-hyeok, no less.
"You've looked off since earlier. Something wrong? Want me to take you to the nurse—or the hospital?"
His worried words came with a kind face as he reached for her.
Smack!
Cynthia slapped his hand away on reflex.
"......"
"......"
Regretting her sharp reaction amid lingering arousal, she apologized late.
"...S-Sorry."
Forget his shady intentions—he'd meant to help.
She felt bad for rebuffing his goodwill so harshly.
No need to be that nice to him, though.
Our Sia was too kind for her own good.
"Th-Thanks for worrying..."
Forcing a wry smile, she added,
"I'm really fine."
While smoothing her heaving chest from ragged breaths.
"So don't worry and go."
Shoving Choi Si-hyeok away, she took a deep breath, calming her floating mind from the prior peak.
'Nicely rejected this time.'
I nodded, satisfied.
Fruits of my training.
She'd shown her disdain for him at the hotel too.
Worth it, seeing her scowl at his name, making her disgust obvious.
"...Alright. Take care, Sia."
Choi Si-hyeok turned away soon after.
His face soured at the rejection—pure bliss for me.
Feeling good, I fiddled with the app unconsciously.
Bzzz!
Wanting Sia to feel good like me.
"Hiyak?!"
Lame lie—really, just to poke at Choi Si-hyeok more.
Boring if he backed off easy.
Step it up, Si-hyeok.
Think gentlemanly approaches will let you hold our Sia's hand?
Not that I'd allow it, but I hoped for more aggression.
"Cynthia, are you..."
Glancing back, he trailed off, frowning.
He was a natural perv too.
Sensing his suspicion, Cynthia raised her voice suddenly.
"H-Hiccups!"
"Hiccups...?"
"Y-Yeah."
"Why are your legs shaking?"
"That's..."
Unwanted attention grating, she finally snapped.
"I said it's nothing!!"
Unlike her usual self.
"Why keep bothering me?!"
Like a thief with guilty feet.
Choi Si-hyeok's face was priceless right then.
"Heh."
Chuckling idly, I withdrew my mana and looked away.
Swish.
Then shadows of several people loomed over me.
"What're you up to after cleaning duty, Woojin-ah?"
"No plans? Karaoke with us?"
A group of girls approached.
And not just them.
"We're heading to Dasom's after. Wanna come, Woojin?"
Not knowing who Dasom was, regular students invited me along.
"Woo-chin—no, Woojin-ah. What games you play?"
"PC bang with us?"
"Then drinks later."
Boys too.
And.
"Hm..."
I pondered how to turn down the flood of invites.
"Hey. Woo-chin."
An unexpected figure shoved through the crowd toward me.
"Come talk somewhere quiet. Just you and me."
Park Taesoo.