2. I Became a Veteran in the Academy Novel

Choi Jiyoon pulled me off to one side.

She looked me straight in the eye and spoke with grave seriousness.

"Ian. Listen to me carefully. Seolha and I can't take down that skeleton wraith. Only you can."

I nodded.

"Yeah, that's what it looks like."

Yoo Seolha came chasing after us.

"Instructor... you can't be serious... right?"

Choi Jiyoon gripped my hand tight.

"As your instructor, I have a responsibility to bring you both back alive."

I looked at her.

The status window faded away.

The situation unfolding before my eyes wasn't some hazy dream. It was unmistakably real.

Choi Jiyoon went on.

"I'm sorry, but... your pants. Can you take them down?"

"According to the skill description, all you have to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠do is ejaculate inside the body, right?"

"I'll do it with my hand... and if it feels like you're about to finish, you can come in my mouth."

Yoo Seolha walked over, her eyes darting between me and Choi Jiyoon.

"Instructor, are you really going to do this?"

"There's no other way. And we're out of time," Choi Jiyoon answered.

From where I stood, that was true too.

"Understood."

I undid my belt. I honestly couldn't see any alternative.

Choi Jiyoon turned to Yoo Seolha.

"Seolha. Just to be safe... could you keep watch on our surroundings?"

Her voice was awkward, almost pleading.

"...Okay."

Apparently, Seolha had accepted that there was no other way either. She turned her back to us.

I pulled down my pants. Whatever was hiding inside my underwear was already standing at full attention.

I'd already noticed that along with the new muscle and larger frame, my downstairs had changed too — but this was the first time I was seeing with my own eyes what until now I'd only vaguely sensed.

Holy shit. Why is it so big?

The silhouette of a cock as thick as my wrist was visible through my underwear.

Choi Jiyoon flinched, visibly startled.

She stole a glance at me, then spoke with composed calm.

"Your underwear... will you take it down too?"

"Sorry, but we really don't have ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠much time."

"Sure."

I didn't hesitate. I pulled them down.

A thick, monstrous cock swung free into the open air. It rose in a graceful curve, pointing at the ceiling.

Choi Jiyoon stepped in beside me, pressing her body against mine as she wrapped her arms around me. She smelled wonderful. The soft weight of her breasts pressing into me traveled straight through to my skin.

She must have been nervous — I could hear her swallow hard.

Then her slender, delicate hand took hold of my erection with visible courage.

Without a moment's hesitation, Choi Jiyoon began stroking me up and down.

Insane. Choi Jiyoon from So-A-Ka is giving me a handjob right now.

By the novel's own lore, she was ranked the single most beautiful S-rank hunter in existence.

She kept working her hand along my shaft and asked, "How is it? Does it feel good? Do you think you can finish?"

"I've... never done anything like this before."

"It's good. Just grip it a little tighter."

"Like this?"

Choi Jiyoon tightened her fingers around my cock.

"Yeah. Yes, like that."

As she kept stroking me, she subtly began rubbing her chest against my body — mortified, no doubt, but doing it with the sole purpose of getting me off as fast as possible.

A bead of precum welled up at the tip and slid down.

I looked down at Choi Jiyoon, her body pressed tight against mine.

The moment her eyes met mine, she snatched her gaze away, cheeks flushing red as she pumped me even faster.

I turned my head toward Yoo Seolha. She was standing with her back to us.

Yoo Seolha shook her head violently, as if trying to shake the thought loose.

I turned back around.

Instructor Choi Jiyoon took my hand and guided it to her chest.

She spoke in little more than a whisper.

"You can touch them... it's okay."

To go this far just to save us — honestly, I respected her for it.

I didn't hold back. I seized the generous handful of breast that had landed in my palm.

Squish.

"Mmnh—"

Choi Jiyoon bit down on her lower lip, suppressing her moan.

Then she took my cock in hand again and resumed stroking.

"How is it? Think you're close?"

"A little longer and... I think I can."

I answered, gently kneading her breast.

She shifted her stance and changed her grip a couple more times, the handjob going on and on —

And then—

"Instructor."

"Mm?"

"I think I'm about to come."

"Really? Hold on a second."

Choi Jiyoon looked exhausted too, though she seemed determined not to show it. She knelt down in front of me, one knee on the ground, and kept working my cock with her hand.

"Since it has to go in my mouth, you'll tell me before it happens, right?"

"Yes."

I nodded. The way she looked up at me was cute.

Should've just done it this way from the start.

I let out a soft groan and spoke.

"Ahh... Instructor. I'm coming."

"Now?"

"Y-yes—"

Without hesitation, Choi Jiyoon stroked down my shaft one last time and wrapped her lips around the head of my cock.

Wetness, softness, and warmth engulfed the tip. Her teeth grazed me, just barely.

"I almost came just now. Keep going a little... a little longer, please."

With the head still in her mouth, she kept pumping the shaft with her hand.

"Ahh. Just a little... a little more."

I wanted to come too, but it hovered right on the edge, neither building nor breaking.

Choi Jiyoon swept her hair back over one ear. Then she began to bob her head back and forth with my cock in her mouth, suckling at the head.

Slurp. Slurp.

"Ahh. I'm coming."

"Mm."

Stifling a groan, I spilled my seed into Choi Jiyoon's mouth.

My thick cock twitched and pulsed again and again, unloading into her mouth without mercy.

So much came pouring out that thick white semen leaked in a slow trickle from the corner of her tightly sealed lips.

She just looked up at me, cheeks ballooned out like a frog's.

"Ahh—"

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The sight was so obscenely arousing that I threw my head back and groaned.

The climax finally ended.

"Pwaah—!"

Choi Jiyoon, who had kept my cock in her mouth the whole time, turned her head and spat the mouthful of semen onto the floor. Apparently she'd been watching through the status window to confirm whether my mana had been absorbed.

"Haaah. Haaah. Ptui. Ptui. Haaah."

She spat saliva mixed with cum onto the ground, panting for breath.

"Is it done?"

Yoo Seolha, still facing away, finally turned around.

The enormous, still-erect cock. Her instructor, Choi Jiyoon, spitting white semen onto the cave floor.

The sight of it seemed to freeze Yoo Seolha in place, shock rooting her to the spot.

I quickly pulled my pants back up, opened the water bottle at my hip, and handed it to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Choi Jiyoon.

"Here, Instructor."

Without a word she took the bottle, rinsed her mouth, spat it out, and repeated it over and over.

"The mana was absorbed. We should hurry before the monsters respawn."

"Mm."

Choi Jiyoon nodded. I helped her to her feet.

"Instructor... I'm sorry."

She wiped her mouth and shook her head.

"Don't apologize, Ian. There was nothing else we could have done. Seolha, let's go."

"Huh? Yes, ma'am!"

Yoo Seolha, who had been staring at the white pool of semen on the ground, hurried to catch up with us.

I took aim at the skeleton wraith and snapped my fingers.

Pop.

"That's the last one!"

Yoo Seolha pumped her fist beside me. Where the final skeleton wraith had fallen, a single blue stone clattered to the ground.

Choi Jiyoon spoke up.

"A mana stone."

We gathered up the mana stone and pressed on through the long cavern until we reached the Safe Zone.

A vast chamber with a high ceiling and even a small lake. Surrounding it all was a faint, blue protective aura.

That barrier was what kept the monsters from approaching this place.

The aura lasts 24 hours from the moment the Safe Zone is claimed.

The contents of So-A-Ka, which I'd read so long ago, were coming back to me piece by piece.

Choi Jiyoon turned to us.

"We'll be spending the night here."

"Seolha, Ian — you two set up camp, alright? I'm going to take a quick look at what the next monster will be."

Yoo Seolha raised her hand.

"Um, Instructor?"

"Yes?"

"Is Ian... sleeping in the camp with us too?"

"Of course. The boys' gear is back with Seonghyeok, and we can't exactly leave him sleeping outside. I'll be right back."

"Yes, ma'am. Understood."

Yoo Seolha nodded, then pulled the folding tent from her shoulder and began setting it up.

I shuffled over to her, awkward and shuffling.

"Need any help?"

"Nope. I can do it myself. You just rest."

Seolha replied without looking up.

"Right."

Who am I? The Skeleton Wraith Slayer.

Choi Jiyoon had swallowed my load just to keep us alive. If I couldn't even pitch a tent in this atmosphere, I might as well have a certificate printed declaring me useless.

The one-person tent was up in no time.

Yoo Seolha crawled inside and called out.

"Come in."

"Huh? Oh. Right."

The moment I stepped inside, the interior turned out to be far more spacious than it had looked from outside. Something about spatial magic woven into it, if I remembered the setting correctly.

A fireplace with a kitchen attached. A dining table for three. Three enormous beds. A toilet and a shower room. Towels and other supplies, along with stacks of emergency rations neatly piled in one corner.

Everything I'd imagined while reading the novel was spread out right in front of me. Seeing it in person, even the quality of the bedding looked straight out of a five-star hotel.

"Mana stone."

Yoo Seolha jerked her chin toward the fireplace.

"Got it."

I tossed the mana stone we'd just pulled from the skeleton wraith into the hearth.

Crackle, crackle.

Flames leapt to life.

By the setting's rules, feeding a mana stone into the fireplace made it the camp's energy source.

Yoo Seolha fussed awkwardly with her gear. I opened my mouth, partly just to break the tension.

"A stone like that — how many days does it usually last?"

"Maybe three or four? Good timing, we were just about out."

Our eyes met, and the awkwardness made us both glance away at the same time.

Yoo Seolha muttered to herself, staring down at her own feet.

"I wonder if Seonghyeok and Suhyeon are... okay..."

"They'll be fine. It's Seonghyeok we're talking about."

I offered what comfort I could.

Yoo Seolha seemed to picture Kim Seonghyeok, and a faint smile touched her lips. That gentle, serene smile made her look as beautiful as a princess.

Choi Jiyoon came crawling into the camp. Yoo Seolha, who'd been sitting at the table, shot to her feet.

Choi Jiyoon rose and said,

"Ian."

"Yes?"

"Want to go wash up?"

"...I'm sorry, what?"

I blinked. Choi Jiyoon went on, perfectly matter-of-fact.

"Your mana. I think we need to top it off."

"No way..."

The world went dark before Yoo Seolha's eyes!