Rhea's Space / Becoming a Veteran in the Academy Novel

Rhea changed the subject.

"Looks like you've used up all your gacha tickets. Time for you to go. So, where should I send you this time?"

"Hold on. You're just flat-out ignoring the suggestion I made earlier?"

"Don't spout nonsense."

"'I'm going to let you fuck me to save the heroines.' How is that nonsense?"

I pressed the point. Honestly, it had been something I blurted out without thinking, but the more I chewed on it, the more it held up.

Rhea let out a sigh. "If a goddess does that with a human and ends up pregnant, she gets stripped of her divinity. And if my status gets revoked, what do you think happens to you — still wandering from novel world to novel world without ever earning a complete life?"

I scratched my jaw. "Hmm. Fair enough. Didn't know goddesses could get pregnant."

That much I could accept.

"So we shouldn't do it."

"But couldn't you just use divine power for contraception? Every time I finished inside Diana, I could feel her gathering holy energy in her core, you know."

Rhea planted a hand on her hip. "Every time you finished inside? Just how many times did the two of you—"

"..."

I stared off into the distance and said nothing.

She shook her head. "Anyway. Even with contraception, it's never one hundred percent. Probability exists, you know."

"Isn't that just part of the thrill, though?"

"No. And besides, why on earth do you think I'd ever sleep with you? It's not like I love you. I'm the one who made your body. Doing it with you would just be... weird."

A faint flush bloomed across Rhea's cheeks as she avoided my eyes.

I tilted my head. "If you made it, then it's a body that reflects your tastes one hundred percent. That's a plus, isn't it? Isn't that right, Johnson?"

When I flexed my fully erect Big Cock for Training, it bobbed up and down as if in enthusiastic agreement.

Rhea squeezed her eyes shut. "Th-that's just because I built it to please the heroines!"

"Nope. Feels exactly like your taste. This ripped physique too."

Rhea changed the subject. "Anyway, get off the bed already. The smell of your cum is making me dizzy. I need to clean up in here. And you should head out too. So — where should I send you?"

I climbed off the bed. "Wait a second. I pulled an F-rank Inventory from the item gacha earlier. Let me check what it does first. There's a chance it can move items between worlds."

"...Really? If it's an inventory, even an F-rank one should handle transfers."

"How do I check?"

"Just picture a pouch floating in the air, and imagine putting things in or taking them out."

"Oh. That simple? That's an incredible ability, no? Why is this only F-rank?"

I opened the description window for the item I was holding.

I rubbed my temple. "Ah, shit."

"What?"

Rhea asked, gathering up the cum-stained bedsheets.

"My capacity is zero point three items. What the hell is 0.3 of an item? At 0.5 I could at least stuff one of my balls in there. What am I supposed to fit into 0.3?"

"Ah, I think you can increase that?"

"How?"

"With money?"

I glared daggers at the line reading [Item Capacity: 0.3].

Ding—

A new window popped up.

"Rhea. Rhea."

"Yeah?"

"Lend me 700 million."

I held out my hand to her.

"Where's this coming from all of a sudden?"

"It charges 100 million for every 0.1 of inventory space. This thieving status-window son of a bitch."

Rhea chuckled softly. "That's an F-rank inventory for you. And did you honestly expect moving objects across entirely different dimensions to come cheap?"

"Ugh. Rhea, are you a T or what? Where's the empathy?"

She shrugged. "Should I empathize with how much you're suffering, or with how much I suffer every time I teleport you across dimensions?"

Debating empathy with cold hard logic. Rhea was, without question, a T.

Brushing off my complaint, she went back to cleaning.

All right. Let's think this through. If I sold off everything sitting in the castle, would that net 700 million? Or maybe unload the sex toy shop? The problem is, physical assets don't just sell themselves the moment you feel like selling. Should I ask Evangeline for a loan? But 700 million would be way too much for that...

I turned to Rhea, who was wiping down the floor. "Rhea. You really don't have 700 million lying around? You're a goddess."

"What exactly do you take a goddess for?"

"Meaning what?"

"Didn't I tell you? I just had my entire fortune stripped bare reviving you and building your body. To put it simply — I'm all-in on you right now."

"Haah—"

An all-in gambler, huh. No wonder she'd held out this whole time despite me foaming at the mouth to fuck her.

She added, "And Ian, you're seriously underestimating the abilities I gave you. Do you really think earning 700 million would be hard with what you have?"

Oh?!

Come to think of it, the dungeon clear rewards from Became a Veteran in the Academy Novel had been pretty substantial. I couldn't remember the exact figures, but it was a decent chunk. And on top of that, I had Immunity to All Poisons, Vajra Body, and even Holy Explosion — couldn't I just farm a few dungeons and make money in no time?

"Rhea. I should pay So-A-Ka a visit. It's been a while."

"Sure. I'll send you over."

Rhea raised her fingers to snap, as if she'd been waiting for this.

"Hold on. When I left, I hadn't moved into the S-rank dorm yet. Hauling all my luggage is a pain, so skip ahead about three days for me."

"Got it."

"Wait, wait."

"Now what."

"Can't you show me your chest one more time before I go?"

Rhea heaved a sigh. "Haah— Ian."

"I handled ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠things well this time, didn't I? That much is fair game! It's not like it'll get you pregnant."

"No."

I glared at her chest.

Rhea checked where my gaze was pointed, then lifted her head. "I told you last time — that doesn't work on me."

"Liar. It sure worked on Diana?"

I shifted my gaze to the space between Rhea's legs.

I could see her waist twitch, just slightly.

"Ian. ...Stop it."

"Show me your chest."

I whined like a spoiled brat. This is the result of you betting your entire fortune on me. Tough it out, by hook or by crook.

"Fine, fine... stop already. Instead of showing you my chest, I'll do something else for you."

"Hm?"

My head snapped up.

Rhea spoke like a person steeling herself for a major decision. "I'll give you a kiss on the cheek."

A kiss on the cheek?

My eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Well... you did handle things well this time. In exchange, no more making weird requests. Got it?"

"Yep, yep. Of course."

Obviously a lie.

Rhea stepped close beside me. She smelled of flowers. She spoke softly. "Hold still. Don't move. And don't turn your head, okay?"

"Yeah. Got it."

"...Honestly."

Rhea rose up on her tiptoes beside me. I closed my eyes.

Chu—

Soft goddess lips brushed against my cheek. A smile bloomed across my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠face all on its own.

Wow. That was incredible.

Woooosh—

In that instant, I teleported into an unfamiliar dorm room — and my fully erect cock immediately began blasting out semen.

"Aaaah—!"

Cum splattered wildly across the floor of the spacious single room.

"Ah, fuck."

I grabbed my cock and kept stroking. Cleaning could wait — I just kept unleashing semen everywhere.

Instructor Choi Jiyoon, S-rank hunter turned academy combat instructor, and Yoo Seolha, S-rank cadet of the Hunter Academy. Both were SSS-class beauties counted among the finest in all of South Korea, not just at the academy. I — an F-rank cadet — had by pure chance gotten stranded with the two of them in an abnormal dungeon.

The monsters that began swarming after we were stranded, creatures called Skeleton Fiends, were hopelessly mismatched against those two women ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠— but as luck would have it, I awakened a skill called Holy Explosion, capable of erasing a Skeleton Fiend in a single strike.

Thus I became their only hope — except I was also afflicted with a curse blocking my mana regeneration, and after casting Holy Explosion just a few times, my mana hit rock bottom. The only way left to refill it was a skill that had awakened alongside Holy Explosion: Mana Absorption. And that skill could only drain a target's mana through sexual intercourse.

And the safe zone inside the dungeon had a time limit. Left with no other choice, the two women took me into their bodies to survive. Then, little by little, they fell under the sway of my Addictive Body and Pleasure Semen — and by the time we walked out of that dungeon, both had been thoroughly broken ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in by my Big Cock for Training.

After clearing the dungeon, I took the S-rank assessment and jumped straight from F-rank to S-rank academy cadet in a single bound.

And now — I checked, and three days had passed since I'd left that dungeon and become S-rank.

Let's sort things out one by one.

After clearing the dungeon, I'd come into possession of a curse-lifting scroll. Choi Jiyoon and Yoo Seolha had given it to me, asking me to remove their mana-regeneration-blocking curse — but since Rhea had lifted it herself, the scroll went unused. According to Choi Jiyoon, a scroll like that fetched 1 billion KRW at auction even at B-rank.

First things first, I need to get this appraised.

On top of that, there were the small mana stones harvested from the Skeleton Fiends, plus the large mana core from the boss. We'd agreed the small stones were mine alone, while the large one would be sold off and split three ways. If what Seolha said was true, the large core alone would bring in 500 to 600 million.

She said she'd handle the small stones along with selling the big one, so I just have to wait on that.

Well, well — 700 million coming together faster than I thought.

I checked my timetable. Let's see... today's classes...

Three days since becoming S-rank meant three days' worth of S-rank classes had already happened. Rhea said my dummy never speaks — and especially never interacts with the heroines. If anything had gone wrong in the meantime, Seolha or Jiyoon would have said something in our group chat. But across all three days of my absence, the group chat didn't contain a single message. I checked my texts and email too — nothing out of the ordinary.

Having tidied my room and dressed head to toe in the S-rank cadet uniform from my closet, I stepped out of the dorm. The S-rank uniform was unmistakably different from the F-rank one, right down to the cut of the design. My stride grew confident; a sense of certainty settled into everything I did. And who might I be? An S-rank cadet of the Hunter Academy.

I made my way to the site of Instructor Choi Jiyoon's Practical Combat Training class. Cadets in the same uniform had already gathered in clusters across the outdoor training grounds. Yoo Seolha was among them.

For me it was a reunion after more than a month, but from her perspective, she would have seen me in yesterday's classes. For three days I went completely silent. She might have thought I was deliberately avoiding her.

But what could I do? I had plenty of luggage, and relocating from the F-rank dorm at one end of campus to the S-rank dorm at the other was a monumental pain in the ass.

Reading the mood around me, I quietly sidled up beside her. Arms crossed, Yoo Seolha deliberately refused to look my way and muttered as though talking to herself. "How did you know?"

"Huh?"

"Seriously. All you do is give people heart attacks."

A thin smile had spread across her lips as she stole a glance at me. "What are you talking about?"

I shot back a bewildered look.

"You went dead silent in the group chat for days, and when unni and I messaged you, you just blanked us. At first we honestly thought you'd had a change of heart after coming out of that dungeon."

"...Ah."

"We figured you were avoiding us out of gratitude to unni."

"Ah... that."

I scratched the back of my head. Yoo Seolha shook her head slowly.

"We almost had a genuine disaster on our hands. Unni insisted there had to be a reason you were acting that way, so we were careful — but yesterday her phone got confiscated by the audit office and she was put through a full interrogation. Did you not know?"

So that's what happened. With two cadets dead, the academy apparently couldn't let their instructor dodge an investigation. I threw together a plausible excuse.

"I didn't know for certain. I just figured we should all be careful for a few days, in case."

Yoo Seolha glanced around before speaking. "If we'd kept chatting in the group... conversations that exposed our relationship would've come out eventually. Rumors would've spread everywhere by now."

"Did the instructor's investigation go all right?"

"Yeah. She got her phone back, and it sounds like the questioning was just for show — cleared without issue. Still... you could've given us even a tiny hint about what you were doing. We nearly got the wrong idea, you know~"

Her sentence trailed off into unmistakable aegyo. Coming from the Yoo Seolha I knew from the novel, it was a tone beyond imagining.

In the distance, Instructor Choi Jiyoon was approaching. The S-rank cadets who had been scattered here and there gathered into formation.