Chapter 3
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: First Meeting from Naked Doggy Style (2)
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I didn't even notice time passing while checking out the perks.
By the time I snapped out of it, the sun was up, and the entrance ceremony was just around the corner.
I didn't want to be late for the ceremony on my first day, so I quickly rummaged through the wardrobe, changed into my uniform, and headed to the grand auditorium where it was being held.
"Haa... haa..."
I'd only thought about it while playing the game, but feeling it with my own body made it crystal clear.
The school was ridiculously huge.
With my already pathetic stamina stat, even sprinting from the dorm to the auditorium felt like death.
In the game, the entrance ceremony was just an opening animation you could skip right through...
But disappointingly, there was no skip button in reality. Still, after busting my ass to get there, I managed to avoid being late.
Just before the ceremony kicked off, I found my assigned seat and sat down.
'Seat 144...'
Carnea Academy divides its courses into Craftsmen, Research, and Combat.
The Combat course, which is the main stage in the game, has five classes of 30 first-years each—a total of 150 students.
Students are assigned numbers based on their grades, so 144 meant I was near the bottom.
I had no complaints about my rank.
I hadn't even taken the exam myself, and even if I had, with stats like mine, I wouldn't have done any better—probably worse.
I was just grateful not to be dead last.
For the record, this ranking is based purely on ability, excluding money or influence.
If you're wondering why the ceremony itself is unfair but they pretend otherwise, the principal says it's to gather all that wealth and power before enrollment, ensuring equality within the academy.
"Ahem. Can everyone hear me clearly?"
A moment later, the principal took the stage and began his speech. Since I'd heard it to death in the game, I tuned it out and started fiddling with my status window.
On a whim, I popped open someone else's status window right in front of their face to block their view, but there was zero reaction.
Just as expected—the status window was visible only to me.
Checking it again brought a grin to my face.
Name: Eugene Calliope
Class: Unique Ability User
Title: None
Telekinesis (Rank E)
Prince on the Bed (Rank B)
Tamer (Rank EX)
Behold this magnificent status window.
My stats were still pitiful, but the traits? Top-tier.
It's tough to snag even a single B-rank trait early on, yet here I had an EX-rank one.
To put it in perspective: even clearing the first playthrough, I never got a single EX-grade trait.
"Hm..."
I checked it over and over, but it thrilled me every time. Rank really is everything.
And get this—the trait was literally called Tamer.
Think about it: the game was titled Academy's Tamer.
In most games, traits or items named after the title are busted OP—it's practically a rule.
And yeah, that rule applied here too.
Is there anyone who can defeat you in bed? Even a succubus would succumb to your stamina and collapse.
Provides moderate bonuses to conversations with the opposite sex.
Grants massive bonuses to all sexual activities.
All partners you engage with experience 300% increased sensitivity.
You instinctively identify erogenous zones on the opposite sex.
What's Master's is Master's—even the meat toilet's belongs to Master!
You can borrow one skill (magic) from a sufficiently tamed heroine and use it at up to 60% power.
Number of usable skills and power scale with taming progress.
This is exactly why I skipped the mage and picked Unique Ability User.
In the Academy's Tamer world, Unique Ability Users can't use magic.
But not me.
How to tame them is secondary—for now, just taming a heroine lets me borrow her magic.
'...So, the Witch it is, then.'
Lucia was a stellar mage, but for pure combat magic, no one tops the Witch.
If I can tame her, it'll be a huge boost toward the ending.
'Eh, that's for later.'
No point chugging kimchi soup before taming's even started.
A faint telekinetic force. You can freely move small pebbles.
I'd tested Telekinesis briefly last night, and man...
It felt like suddenly remembering how to ride a bike after years away.
Once I got the hang of it, it came naturally.
Not ready to flash my business card yet, but with growth, it could shine in both offense and defense.
'And then...'
I used telekinesis to pull an item from my pocket, and a message popped up before my eyes.
『Box of 99% Luck and 1% Misfortune』
Another first-clear reward.
A small gift box wrapped in a red ribbon.
The description made it sound like Pandora's Box in reverse.
I'd pulled an all-nighter over this thing.
Open it or not?
Statistically, yes—but that 1% misfortune nagged at me. In this death-trap game where calamity could strike anytime, you don't laugh off 1%.
'Still, 99% odds... better open it.'
"...I declare here and now."
As I mulled it over, a beautiful voice rang out.
No need to guess who.
'Lucia Ursula.'
The first-playthrough heroine I'd reached the ending with.
Hearing her voice in this world, it trembled subtly unlike the game. She'd seemed nervous—something I hadn't noticed before.
"Hup... As a proud member of the illustrious Carnea Academy..."
That's when our eyes met. I stared at her for a moment, then gave a wry smile and looked away.
As the status window confirmed, this was the second playthrough. No way the first-run heroine remembered me.
That's when it happened.
[The Box of 99% Luck and 1% Misfortune has been opened.]
- Astonishing luck descends upon you.
- Regrettable misfortune flies toward someone else.
A message flashed before me as warmth and a chill swept through my body simultaneously.
'What the fuck.'
I'd leaned toward opening it, but it popping open on its own felt off.
I checked my status first. The change jumped out immediately.
Luck 10 ▶ 20
Luck shot up by 10.
A whole stat point from one box? Sure, it was the "useless" Luck, but hey—free stats. Should've opened it sooner.
"I declare."
Lucia's final declaration echoed as applause filled the auditorium.
The entrance ceremony was finally over.
Oddly, most students were already grouping up with friends they'd apparently made.
Lucky or unlucky me, I had no one, so I stayed seated to double-check for other changes. Thankfully, no stat drops or lost traits.
"...Eugene Calliope."
As most students filed out and I was about to leave, someone called my name.
I turned to see Lucia Ursula—long silver hair like melted moonlight, arms crossed under her ample, motherly chest.
Caught off guard, I stared at her face. She shuddered slightly, then spun on her heel and walked off.
"...Follow me."
She said it softly.
'What? Was there an event like this?'
I racked my brain, but nothing came up. Normally, skipping the ceremony jumped straight to class.
'Could this be a second-run exclusive event?'
Thoughts swirled, but she was a main heroine anyway.
Stacking encounter events couldn't hurt, so I followed.
Partway there, I noticed something: Lucia wasn't looking great.
She'd stop suddenly, tremble now and then, even break a cold sweat.
'Sick or something?'
Why this event? Was she the box's misfortune target? Or just the game turning real?
As my mind spun, we arrived at her dorm.
Mine was plush enough, but this? No comparison.
Like a 3-star vs. 5-star hotel.
"...Come in."
Her words carried an irresistible pressure. I nodded and stepped inside.
Click—click—clank!
As Lucia shut the door, multiple locks engaged.
'Am I fucked?'
Adrenaline spiked, tension surged, cold sweat down my back. I'd followed too naively into an unknown event.
Should've remembered: in this shit game, death lurks everywhere.
I admit it.
A touch of complacency—like "no way they kill you in the opening."
But actually trying to kill me this early? Overkill.
Step, step.
Lucia approached unsteadily, head down, biting her lower lip like she was holding something back.
Terror made me backpedal instinctively.
With my stats, no stopping her.
'Think... what do I do?'
Desperate for an out, I racked my brain—but my back was to the wall.
Then Lucia looked up.
Something was wrong.
Her sharp eyes were glazed, huge pupils brimming with tears.
"...M-Mas...ter..."
She trembled, lifting her skirt to reveal her underwear.
"...?"
"Hic... S-Sor...ry, Mas...ter... Hic... M-Me... meat... toi...let... sh-shouldn't... but... c-can't... hold... back... any...more."
Crying, she showed off hole-pierced black lace panties.
They were soaked.
Drenched.
"Ahh... Mas...ter's... see...ing... my... filthy... p-pu...ssy... Nngh... nngh!"
She moaned, shuddering, and something slick dripped from the panty hole to the floor.
Bzzz... bzzz...
A thumb-sized, vibrating stone...
I knew exactly what it was.
Vibrating Stone.
This world's vibrator.