I Didn't Want You to Be This Happy

"Nngh... Yes..."

After a rapturous climax in the classroom, I collapsed across Park Youngkwon's body. My flesh, still drowning in the aftershocks of pleasure, twitched and convulsed, hips jerking in helpless little spasms.

"Nngh! Haaah..."

"I pulled out ages ago and you're still going."

"Haaah... Your cock is so incredible... I'm still... feeling iiiit...♡"

"Cute, for a slut."

He thinks I'm cute...? That's a first.

Youngkwon patted my twitching ass. I felt like a baby, but it wasn't a bad feeling.

"Aaaah... this feels nice..."

"The patting?"

"Yeah... it's calming..."

"It's not the smell that's calming you down?"

"Both... Hehe..."

I'd been secretly sniffing his chest and gotten caught. Since I was already busted, I wriggled over and buried my nose in his armpit. Youngkwon snorted a laugh at the sight of me, then moved the hand that had been stroking my ass up to my head and ruffled my hair.

"I think we've gotten a little closer..."

I was the one who said it. Mixing our bodies like this seemed to have created something like a bond. Was this what they called a sex friendship?

"We'll have to get a lot closer from here on."

"Yeah...! But is that guy okay...?"

I pointed at Song Seung-jun.

"Yeah. I just wiped his memory."

"You can do that too?"

"Burns a good chunk of mana, but once a day is fine."

"D-don't you ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠dare use that on me...!"

"Obviously. Why would I wipe your memory after I went through all the trouble of training you?"

"Ah..."

Youngkwon really was talented. Wiping memories... that was impressive. Talking with my face buried in his armpit felt good. The sweat he'd worked up during sex made his male pheromones hit deep. How wonderful would it be if I could smell this fragrant scent for the rest of my life.

Lying on top of Park Youngkwon, I pressed my chest against his and hugged him tight.

"Thanks for letting me smell you..."

"Easy enough for an onahole."

"Onahole... that's so mean..."

"What, you don't want to be my onahole?"

"It's not that I don't... I'm just embarrassed..."

"You're being extra clingy today. I call you that because I want you embarrassed."

This isn't being clingy.

I pressed my face against his chest with a sulky look and nuzzled back and forth. It was fun how the scent was a little different in each spot. Armpit smell once, chest smell once. When I sniffed his nipple, a strangely erotic scent hit me, so I put my mouth on it.

"Slurp... suck...♡"

"Want to go another round?"

"....... Yeah..."

"Then should we head to your room?"

"Okay... And..."

"Hm?"

"From now on, can I just call you Youngkwon? Without the last name...?"

"Cute. Do whatever you want."

I was in an incredibly good mood. My first guy friend since landing in this novel! Lee Jeonghun didn't count, so he was out. If he hadn't been such a perverted bastard, Lee Jeonghun could've been a friend too. Youngkwon had given me plenty of grief, but his smell alone maxed out my affection meter, so it was fine.

Leaving the unconscious Song Seung-jun where he lay, we headed for the dorm. Walking with sex as the destination made my heart flutter and tense up for no reason. The fact that I was thinking like this after just getting fucked half to death probably meant I was the type who was weak to pleasure. I arrived at the dorm with my face flushed red from excitement.

"I... I'll go wash up first..."

"Wash up?"

"Yeah... I sweated a lot earlier..."

Park Youngkwon started taking off his clothes as he listened. Then he pulled me into a tight embrace.

"I sweated a lot too. Weren't you the one who likes the smell of sweat?"

"Nngh... I doooo...♡"

It took a few more rounds of sex in the room before the aphrodisiac finally wore off. Park Youngkwon collapsed from exhaustion and passed out, and I fell asleep using his arm as a pillow, only to wake up alone in the small hours.

The moment I opened my eyes, a massive wall of messages was waiting for me. I slipped out of the room for a moment, leaving the sleeping Park Youngkwon behind.

"What is it this time... And why would I like a guy."

"You think I'm doing it because I want to?"

"Shut up...!"

"I'm not particularly happy, you know..."

"Well, yeah, it feels good during sex."

"What."

"When did I ever say I don't want to go back?!"

"There's no games here and nothing fun to do... so I'm just enjoying myself physically, that's all."

"Getting stronger means I have to do dirty stuff, you know?"

"At least all the quests revolve around Park Youngkwon, so that's a relief..."

"Hah... I'm not happy and I'm not having fun, so don't worry about it."

"It's after the sex that's the problem... And none of this would've happened if it weren't for that aphrodisiac-effect-or-whatever skill in the first place."

"I didn't raise it. It went up automatically from getting fucked... I haven't even had time to masturbate properly lately."

"Ranking Matches?"

"Nope. You said it didn't matter if I skipped."

"Isn't that the same thing?"

"Huh?"

"Eh? Isn't that just because you can't write?"

"It's a joke... a joke..."

The Author told me it was Ranking Match season. I was still an Unranker with no standing at all. Most of the freshmen would be in the same boat.

At this academy, there were eight hundred Unrankers and two hundred Rankers. The path from one to the other was simple enough: win a duel. First, though, an Unranker had to earn the right to even challenge a Ranker. Only a student who racked up ten victories against other Unrankers could earn a shot at the bottom ten Rankers.

Having the qualification didn't guarantee a match would actually happen. The lowest-ranked Rankers were allowed to refuse. Even so, Rankers were obligated to fight at least once a week, so refusals against Unrankers almost never happened. Going up against a weak Unranker was a lot easier than facing someone strong, after all.

A win earned you something called R Points — the academy's currency, good for artifacts, items, and assorted odds and ends from the school's stock. Unlike Unrankers, Rankers could earn R Points outside of duels as well. On a set date each month, they received what amounted to a salary in R Points, and the higher your rank, the fatter the payout.

Rankings among the Rankers themselves were settled through competition in Rank Challenges. Fighting a Ranker below you wasn't the main way to climb, but Rank Challenges paid out more R Points than a regular duel, so higher-ranked Rankers had a habit of preferring matches against people beneath them. Rank Challenges were available once a week and limited to a range of ten places up or down. A Ranker in 200th, for instance, could challenge 190th. A Ranker in 180th could take on anyone from 170th through 190th.

"Why are you only telling me something this important now?"

"You could just tell me yourself."

"That's actually a pretty decent premise?"

"But I don't think I could beat even one Unranker, let alone ten."

"Like leveling up is easy."

"Ah."

After wrapping up my conversation with the Author in the small hours, I went back to the room, lay down beside Park Youngkwon, and fell asleep. I was the first one up in the morning again. I shook Park Youngkwon awake.

"Um... I have a favor to ask."

"What... this early..."

"Can you teach me how to fight?"

"Huh?"

Park Youngkwon's sleepy eyes flew wide in an instant, and he stared straight at me. Was it really that shocking?

"Why the sudden ask?"

"I'm thinking of entering the Ranking Matches..."

"You're ridiculously weak, aren't you."

"Yeah... that's why I want your help."

"Not sure that's doable in a short time."

"I'll skip this one and prep for the Ranking Matches in two months."

"Even that might not be enough..."

"No matter how hard it is, I'll endure it!"

"Hmm..."

Park Youngkwon looked like he was actually thinking it over. The way he stared at me, chin propped on his hand, looked a little cool — probably just because he was handsome.

"Alright. I'll help you."

"Wow...! Really?"

"On one condition."

"What is it?"

"From now on, we're a fixed party."

"Oh? That's fine by me."

"And there's something I want you to do right now."

"What? Just tell me!"

"Morning blowjob."

"Huh?"

Had I heard that wrong?

"Who told you to shake me awake? From now on, when we sleep together, you wake me up with your mouth."

"Eh...?"

"Get with it and put it in your mouth."

Slaaap—♡

Park Youngkwon's cock slapped me across the cheek.