When I came outside, it was much more crowded than when I'd gone in.
Everyone seemed relieved to see us emerge unscathed.
It looked like the local residents had been waiting to see if the Hunters who entered the dungeon would make it out safely.
"You can rest easy now!" Yuuna said.
"Whew, thank you, student."
"My kid passes through here. I was so worried a monster might show up...."
"What a fine-looking couple."
Unlike me, who was just standing there awkwardly, Yuuna was perfectly natural, as if reassuring the locals was just another part of being a Hunter.
"Excuse me, we need to check your Hunter licenses.
Just then, men dressed in black suits abruptly approached us.
Hunter licenses? I don't have anything like that.
"You can talk to me." Yuuna whispered to me as she showed them her license.
"They're from the Hunter Bureau. I'll handle the cleanup, so you go on ahead."
"Oh, okay. Thanks."
"See you tomorrow!"
She handles things so cleanly. Is this the world of professional Hunters?
It seems to be a field with more meaning than just a high-paying part-time job, both socially and personally.
'So, in the end, this is just another blood-splattering, competitive society.
A world where, even without college entrance exams, it's considered normal for a slender girl like Yuuna to grab a sword and charge into a dungeon teeming with monsters.
And I've been dropped right into the middle of it. Armed with a host of powers so ridiculously overpowered they'd seem cowardly to anyone else.
So, does it bother me?
No. Honestly, I love that my life is on easy mode. Who wouldn't?
Maintaining a distance from my excessively vulgar abilities is a bit difficult, but now that I've realized the utility of being an 'Onahole Collector, all I can think about is how well I need to roll this snowball to protect my beautiful little sisters and my future wife (not a harem).
That's it.
Our house was a two-story detached home with a red roof and a yard. You just had to go straight down Academy Avenue 3 and turn right into an alley.
Screech.
I put the bike back where it was and looked for a lock, but there wasn't one.
'...Are there no bike thieves in this world?'
Come to think of it, I don't think there was a lock when I took it, either.
[An older brother is only an older brother if he acts like one. Don't come home. I'll kill you if you do.]
[I told you I'd kill you if you came in. I'm not kidding.]
...
Just the thought of facing Stella soon made me sigh.
"Oppa~!"
"Serena?"
My ears perked up at the pretty voice that melted those worries away.
Serena, the SS-class beauty with black hair and purple eyes, was watering the garden flowerbed in a pair of dolphin shorts.
Even if I didn't want to, my eyes were drawn to my sister's long, slender legs.
Her outfit seemed to be testing my self-control.
What if someone kidnapped Serena?
Her outfit was revealing enough to make that worry spring to mind on its own.
"What are you spacing out for? Hiyah!"
'Ack! Don't spray me!"
This is the only piece of clothing I have that doesn't stink!
"Heehee."
'Got you!"
"Kyaa!"
I grabbed the playful Serena and lifted her up.
As she got soaked, her black lace underwear became visible through her white tank top.
...What am I doing right now?'
I snapped out of it after enjoying our little newlywed moment.
"Oppa. You're a pervert."
"I swear, I didn't do it on purpose."
Just as we were acting out a fresh scene from some old-fashioned rom-com, I made eye contact with my blonde little sister, who was glaring down at us coldly from a second-floor window.
Hilik.
This really is a horror game, isn't it?
My heart sank.
"Didn't Stella say she was going to kill me?"
"Ahaha...."
Serena just laughed awkwardly.
"Good luck, Oppa!"
Right, I'm trying to restore the shattered discipline in this house. It wouldn't look cool to beg Serena for help.
Don't be a coward!
I strode confidently through the front door.
'It's cold....
Was it just my imagination? The house felt as chilly as a graveyard.
After scrubbing the hand that had touched the onahole with soap until it was squeaky clean and even washing my face, I looked for Stella.
The house was deathly quiet.
Serena was still outside....
...Had an abnormal gravity wave occurred here, too?
If so, this was definitely an S-rank dungeon.
'First, let's go to my room....
I'd go to my room and figure out what to do. Coming on strong would be counterproductive. First, I needed to find out why Stella was so pissed off.
There was a problem between Stella and me that couldn't be solved by a face that multiplied favorability by 58,000 times for women, nor by the hidden charm stat of 999 granted by the goddess.
Second floor. I knocked cautiously on Stella's door.
"Stella. It's me, your brother. Let's talk."
No answer.
I was sure she was inside, but the atmosphere felt like she was protesting, refusing to even speak to me.
"Stella."
This wasn't working....
Hadn't she replied by text before? I wasn't blocked, so let's give it a try.
- Stella, let's talk for a minute. If you don't want me to come to your room, let's meet in mine.
[Stella]: In 30 minutes
In 30 minutes... good.
I went back to my room and paced back and forth, running simulations of what to do if Stella got emotional.
This was a righteous battle to reclaim my authority as an older brother.
'If I'd asked a friend who actually has siblings, what would they have said?"
Would they have told me to beat her to a pulp to establish discipline?
That was the only method I'd ever heard of, but it probably wasn't that simple a problem.
I was looking at my phone after cleaning my room. I casually opened the gallery app to check the photos I took today and was horrified.
[Student Council President Isabella (SSS-rank)]
[Stella's Panties]
[Serena Candid Shots]
[Hyejeong Mama's Shower Silhouette That Can Make Me Cum 4 Times in a Row (So Fucking Hot, Looks Like I've Used This 30 Times)]
...What is this?
There were over 5,000 candid photos. To target the student council president... he really didn't value his life, did he.
This was clearly the work of the 'former Sang-hyeok, the original protagonist of Onahole Academy.
I scrolled down to check, and while there was nothing that could be called the student council president's 'shameful parts, the camera angles were thoroughly creepy.
I could see the effort he'd put into somehow taking lewd pictures of the curve of her ass, emphasized by her white pants.
And there were malicious deepfake pornos with the student council president's face photoshopped onto them.
Other folders were full of upskirt photos of unknown female academy students.
But.
The truly terrifying files were the ones named after his sisters.
I have to check, don't I...? As family living in the same house, he would have had plenty of chances to catch them off guard.
But thankfully, there were no candid shots that crossed the line. The ones he barely managed to take only showed a glimpse of Serena's panties.
Most of them were out of focus, as if he'd been hit while taking them.
However....
November 01-Stella's red polka-dot panties
November 02-Stella's white cotton panties, smelly after a workout
'This is....!
It looked like he couldn't photograph the person, so he spread out her panties and took pictures of them instead.
Truly a legend.
Since the eroge goddess wouldn't have stood by and let a heroine be flawed before [Onahole Academy] began, the creepy perverted acts against Hena or his sisters probably stopped here, but....
What if I hadn't been transmigrated into this game?
When I think about it, the biggest victims of this game's setup were the former Sang-hyeok's family.
Serena and Stella.
My finger didn't stop scrolling.
I wasn't enjoying this. I was just confirming with my own eyes what had happened.
I wasn't enjoying this. I was just confirming with my own eyes what had happened.
This is the world of an eroge, anyway.
What's the point of getting angry over something like this... but still....
"En. Come out for a second."
"Yeees!"
En appeared.
"With this much bad karma, it'll be hard to fix our relationship even if I get on my knees and beg."
"Fix your relationship? That's easy!"
"Other than the method of turning my sister into an onahole?"
"Actually, I've devised a new method!"
Of course.
After all the trouble she caused with the student council president event, there's no way she wouldn't have a countermeasure, right?
As expected of a goddess.
"What is it?"
"Huhu, prepare to be amazed! Ta-da!"
The goddess extended a hand full of light and bestowed a new power upon me.
[You have acquired the Power [Fellatio Anywhere!]]
"With this, even a cheeky, disobedient little sister will be reduced to a mouth-pussy service machine in one go! You can have a super-hot fellatio time whenever you want!"
"No...."
What is this now.
"Stop putting weird things in my skill tree! This can be deactivated, right?"
"Whyyyy? I worked so hard to give you Lucky Pervert, too!"
"Besides Lucky Pervert, Fellatio Anywhere, and turning my sister into an onahole, are there any other methods?!"
"...A hypnosis app? Ah, that power belongs to the Dragon Lord, so I can't, but...."
"No, are you telling me there are no solutions in this world besides rape?!"
Her older brother committed a huge fucking mistake in the past and is trying to atone for it.
And this goddess pulls out 「Fellatio Anywhere! with a smile.
Isn't her eroge power just insane?
"Hmm, if you get the other person's consent in the end, one way or another, wouldn't that be consensual sex?"
"If the other person doesn't have the capacity for normal decision-making, it's rape. Please, En!"
I opened my status window and kept trying to drag and drop [Fellatio Anywhere] to get rid of it, but it wouldn't disappear.
This damn perverted skill.
"But I also don't want a plot where the heroine just pours her hatred onto you, Sang-hyeok. The 'disciplining a cheeky little sister' scenario is another delicious one, you know!"
'So you're telling me to rape her?"
"Huhu. Raping her right away might weigh on your conscience, so if you do it with [Fellatio Anywhere]...!"
"To be honest, I've been enjoying it a little myself, so it's hard for me to criticize you too strongly."
Since coming here, I've had... something with beautiful women I never would have even exchanged a single word with in my entire life back in my original world.
Four times in one day, at that.
For that alone, I'm grateful to the goddess. It's not like I hate these kinds of risqué events.
However.
There's a line I can't cross as a human being.
'I'm against crushing Stella's will.
'[Fellatio Anywhere)...."
"I'm not doing it."
"...Hmph. I worked so hard to make it..."
"I'm grateful that you made this because you were worried I'd suffer some ridiculous harm from a false accusation... but...."
If I used [Fellatio Anywhere] on Stella in this situation.
I'd really be finished as a person.....
"Just because I was dropped into a world like this doesn't mean I'm suddenly going to change as a person."
I'm not trying to act all nice or be a hypocrite.
I've given in to my desires moment by moment, making my sister give me a handjob, groping a classmate's breasts... I've been a mess since day one.
I'm just saying that I can't accept what's unacceptable.
I refuse to commit a rape that leaves a shitty aftertaste.
"If that is your will, Sang-hyeok...."
"Do you have any helpful information?"
"Hmm... Stella is actually a girl who gets lonely easily. Deep down in her heart, she wants an older brother she can rely on."
"...So I just have to show her that side of me."
"Her hidden ero-stat is also incredible.... Once she starts servicing you, she's really amazing.....
"Wait, wait! Don't tell me things like that!"
En playfully stuck out her tongue.
This girl, honestly....
'This has its own unique flavor, too! A plot where you build up intimacy by gently caring for an onahole you could conquer in three minutes!"
"...If you're going to call yourself a goddess, don't call the heroines you created 'onaholes'..."
"Still, if you feel your patience about to snap, don't forget [Fellatio Anywhere!]!"
...I told you to take it back.
She's definitely put this knife in my hand, eagerly waiting for the moment I succumb to temptation.
Knock, knock.
The moment a knock sounded at the door, En vanished with a whoosh.
"Come in."
-x-X-x-
Stella seemed to be giving serious thought to even crossing the threshold.
"Leave the door open."
I left the room wide open, welcoming my sister with the mindset that anyone could overhear our conversation.
"You piece of trash. Stop acting like you're my and Serena's brother."
"I told you not to talk to your brother like that, didn't I?"
"Are you my brother?"
I clenched my fists.
"Yeah... Even if I'm trash, I'm your brother. For now."
"I'll sever that tie right now."
"I know I did something terrible to you."
"So what? What are you going to do about it now?"
I knew there was nothing I could do.
An apology would only make her angrier.
"I just came to say the goodbye I couldn't this morning. To the moron who is, for the moment, my brother."
"..."
"Get out of our house. Now."
"If it comes to that, I'll leave. But not before I've tried everything I can."
"Who said they'd give you that chance?"
This... was not going to be easy.
It didn't seem like she would open her heart.
"Do you even feel the slightest bit sorry?"
*Nod*
"Then kneel."
Kneel?
Stella's red eyes gleamed like a predator's.
To her brother, who was a good two heads taller than her.
She had just told me to kneel. And she didn't stop there.
Stella, who had tossed her stockings aside in my room, revealed her pale white legs and spoke.
"Lick my feet and tell me you were wrong. Grovel pathetically on the floor. Then I'll think about it."
"...You..."
I shot to my feet.
For a moment, the difference in our size seemed to make Stella flinch, but she remained defiant.
If I were Stella, I wouldn't have dreamed of challenging a brother this well-built.
I would have been beaten to a pulp.
But in this world, there was such a thing as skills.
More than enough to close the gap in strength between men and women. And Stella was a magic user...
In terms of actual power, she was probably stronger than me..
Which meant, ironically, that I was the one who shouldn't be challenging her.
Still, it seemed she possessed the normal sensibility of being 'scared of a large man, as her eyes wavered slightly.
"What? Can't bring yourself to kneel because of your manly pride?"
"Yeah."
"...You've got some nerve, acting so high and mighty."
'Because I don't want to give you a brother who kneels and licks feet. Times like this call for a stiff neck."
Even if I begged pathetically and earned Stella's forgiveness, our relationship wouldn't get any better than it was now.
"Fucking moron, trying to act cool."
[Try using Anywhere Fellatio!]
"I don't understand how Mom could bring home a piece of shit like you."
[Stella's mouth-pussy, equipped with a 'Service Mindset, is yours right now]
[Get a mouth-pussy for cum-dumping that you can come in as many times as you want!]
It was starting.
The goddess of adult games and her mouth-pussy viral marketing.
It was true that her brother had sinned, and Stella was doing her best to tear me down.
"It would've been better if you'd just died somewhere, parentless!! Why did you have to come to our house and ruin our family!"
[Activate [Anywhere Fellatio]?]
...Hoo. I can't take any more of this.
Stella, I'm sorry!! Please understand me!
Hrah!!
Thwack!!
"Ugh!?"
I slammed my fist into Stella's stomach.
He who strikes first, wins.
'Rather than lose to the temptation of mouth-pussy viral marketing!!'
"Kh, keck... What, what are you doing..."
"...You're my 'stronger' little sister. So I won't hold back."
Rather than let [Anywhere Fellatio] twist this girl's will and turn her mouth into a hole for dumping cum!!
"Stunner!!"
"Kyaahk!?"
I would discipline her with primitive violence!
"I told you! Not to talk to your brother like that!!"
Caught in a Stunner, a time-honored wrestling move popular among students, Stella collapsed to the floor.
Even then, her body crackled with red lightning as she tried to use magic.
"I'll, I'll kill you, kill you! Brother or not, it's over! Noooow-kyaaaaaaaaaaah~~!!"
I grabbed Stella's ankles and spun her around as if to throw her.
"Giant Swing!!!"
Physical discipline rained down upon Stella!
It pained me to hit my pretty little sister.
But!
You have a filthy mouth!
I'm going to fix that habit for good today!
Launched by the Giant Swing, Stella dived onto my bed.
I never imagined the first one to lie spread-eagled on my bed would be my sister, not my future wife.
"Rope rebound!"
I bounced off a non-existent rope and flew up, striking Stella in the stomach.
Wham!
"Nngh!!"
I won't give you time to cast.
I can't let my guard down.
My opponent is the top student, Stella, who is far stronger than me!!!
"You, you... son of... a bitch..."
"It's Oppa!!"
Triangle Choke!!
"Ugh, ughk, ghk...!"
Serena came running up to the second floor with a clatter.
"Oppa! Stella! What's going on!?"
"I'm disciplining Stella, so don't you worry about your brother!"
" Ugh, ghk... Serena... this bastard... kill him..."
"...Sorry... I, I can't really take sides...!"
Serena ran away!
Caught in the Triangle Choke, Stella's eyes slowly began to roll back.
"Have you repented, little sister! This is your brother's rod of love!"
"You, you bas... taaaard..."
I released the choke to talk again.
Zzzzing.
It looked like she was trying to cast magic again, so I immediately put her in a Rear Naked Choke.
"Nngh... Nngh... Nngh..."
Choked, Stella struggled.
When she tapped out, I honestly let her go.
"Call me Oppa."
"How could I call someone like you Oppa! After what you did to me! And to Serena...!"
"Yeah, I did it."
I opened my smartphone and showed it to Stella.
"I secretly took pictures of your, Serena's, and your mother's panties and used them as fap material!"
"...You, you crazy bastard..."
'Are there any more besides what's here?"
'W-what are you trying to prove by showing me this... Are you really insane...?"
"Check!"
Afraid of being choked again, Stella rolled her eyes and checked the photo list.
"N-no..."
"Right. This is all of it."
I deleted all the photos on my smartphone.
"As of today, this shit is over!"
"You're doing this because you don't want to bow your head, right? You think acting like you're sorry is going to change anything?"
'Nope. This isn't an apology."
"...What?"
'From now on, if I want to see your underwear, I'm going to look at it directly."
I pinned Stella down with a grapple.
My strength, boosted by the collection bonus, made it even easier to hold down Stella's slender body.
I was desperately trying not to have any lewd thoughts.
I tried not to be conscious of her surprisingly full chest.
This wasn't a time for lewd acts, but for discipline.
"What, what kind of bullshit is that...!"
"Taking pictures like some shady creep, that wasn't very brotherly of me! If I want to see, I'll say so
directly. I won't hide!"
I flipped up Stella's skirt.
When she resisted, I choked her!
"Ugh, nngh...!"
"What-Color-Panties Choke!"
"P-pussy taste!"
"So today it's chick-yellow panties. Confirmed!"
"You, you crazy son of a biiitch... Gck... Nngh."
"From now on, I'm going to check like this, directly. I will never hide or take pictures secretly! Got it? Why would I need to take pictures? I can just look like this!"
Her panties exposed, Stella thrashed her legs.
"See. I'm looking! Right now! There's no need to take a picture at all."
"...Keck, khaak...!"
"Because I'm your brother!"
"...What are you saying!"
"My sister's panties? I can look at something like that and feel nothing!"
Good.
I'd managed to drag things this far.
"If you have a problem with it, then come at me. I'm her brother, so I'm gonna look at my sister's panties.
What? If you want to stop your brother from getting horny, then fight me!"
"Ugh, knghh... You trashy pervert!"
Thwack! Thwack!
My sister's strikes landed squarely.
So you've finally started using your hands instead of relying on magic. This brother is moved!
Stunner, one more time!
Thud!!
"Nngh!"
After a round of wrestling with my little sister, I was completely drained and dripping with sweat.
Maybe I really was a moron, just as Stella said.
A moron who was seriously fighting his little sister, who was two heads shorter than him.
Between the old Sang-hyeok who creepily took hidden photos, and me, who took my sister's virginity this morning and asked for a handjob, who was the better person?
Honestly, I didn't know either.
It might be impossible to live as a proper, ideal older brother.
This was really hard for me, too.
For someone who was an only child to let go of everything and act like 'real family.'
"Do you understand the difference in our strength now?!"
I was absolutely not enjoying this.
"Hnngh...!! Hah, ugh."
"The brother who openly looks at his sister's panties is your brother. So what are you gonna do about it? What can you do!"
"Kngh... Knggh...! Hah... Haaah...!"
"What can you do besides get angry and throw a tantrum! Huh?"
Stella was spread-eagled on the bed.
Anyone could see she was a complete and utter mess.
Seeing Stella's neat, aristocratic blonde hair in disarray made one part of my heart ache.
But shutting her up was also satisfying.
"I was planning to leave if I lost, but I guess that's not happening."
"Hah... hah..."
"From now on, I'm going to look at your underwear whenever I feel like it. Got it?"
"..."
"Your answer?"
"In the first place... why do you even want to see... my underwear..."
"Just because. If you've got a problem with it, you can come look at your brother's underwear too."
"...I don't get it. Really..."
I had dragged every rotten secret festering in the shadows out into the light.
Whether the wounds would heal or not was something I'd have to see from now on.
Utterly defeated, Stella ground her teeth and got up.
''Want another round?"
"...."
I prepared to pounce on Stella again.
Even I had to admit, this was the most feral I'd been all day.
However,
As if to say that fighting me any longer was pointless, Stella primly and haughtily walked toward the door as if nothing had happened, and then...
She staggered.
"Kuh...!"
'Want your brother to help you up? Hmm?"
"I'm fine!"
"You have to answer before you go."
"What."
'Don't ever call your brother trash, you, or a moron again."
"...Why do you suddenly want to act like a brother?"
Good question.
If she asked me why I wanted to act like a brother to Stella, who was essentially a fabricated family member, a character in a story...
What would be a good answer?
I smiled candidly and said,
"Because I didn't like the sound of [Anywhere Fellatio]."
"Huh?"
"Let's get along from now on, Stella."
"...."
So this is what it looks like to curse someone with your eyes.
Stella took a deep, sharp breath. Ssssp.
Something big was coming!
What kind of venomous words awaited me now?
All I could do was brace myself for it.
Come on, bring it!!
"Just die, Oppa."
But what do you know.
The words Stella spat out as she slammed the door and left....
...were the most arousing thing I'd heard all day.
-x-X-x-
"Unbelievable."
Unbelievable, 12 times. What the hell, 17 times. Should I just kill him?, 8 times. This is ridiculous, 7 times. Crazy bastard, 5 times. What is this?, 8 times.
This was the tally of words Stella had muttered to herself after returning to her room.
She had no other way to describe the emotions she was feeling or what she had just experienced.
All she could do was spit out her bewilderment as it came, like a series of sighs.
For a long time, her brother had been a sinner in Stella's eyes.
Stella, who had been overjoyed when she first heard she was getting an older brother.
The days she'd spent bouncing around, telling her mom all the things she would do and play with her orabeoni when he arrived that was now Stella's dark history.
The brother who had actually been adopted and come to their home....
It was a far cry from the Kim Sang-hyeok of today, but she remembered him being repulsive back then.
That wasn't to say she felt any inclination to forgive Kim Sang-hyeok just because he now had the face of an 'ideal older brother.
To be clear, this change in her feelings had nothing to do with the change in her brother's appearance.
She'd had no intention of letting either version of him set foot in the home she shared with Serena.
I am the judge, vested with absolute authority.
My brother is the sinner.
She had entered his room with that exact mindset, but when she came to her senses, she was rolling around on the floor.
????????????
Stella's mind was filled with question marks.
No, has this bastard really lost his mind!?
It wasn't enough that he used physical force on her, an A-rank hunter, but he also declared he would look at her panties whenever he wanted?
She had fought back with all her might, but she quickly realized she couldn't win in a contest of strength. Even that was infuriating.
'To think a bastard like this is a man... Ugh..!! Why is he so strong!
She'd been pinned down, completely unable to do anything.
She kept resisting, of course, but it only ended with her being ridiculously choked....
Or just getting tossed around on the floor.
He was the one who should have been on his knees, begging for forgiveness...!
But.
Stella found herself feeling a growing sense of relief.
I'll look at them without hiding.
Her brother's words, saying he'd just ask to see her underwear if he wanted to, had a strange way of releasing a knot of pent-up emotion.
What had tormented Stella until now was, in a way, a mass of androphobia.
The way he secretly objectified her, installing cameras in the bathroom or toilet without her or Serena's knowledge, taking pictures of their panties and saving them...
At first, her brother who did such things seemed terrifying, like a monster. That baseless fear had expanded into a simple hatred for the very existence of 'men.'
She had always been taught that a woman's sexuality was something precious, and in reality, it was.
So her brother, who stared at that 'sexuality' with filthy eyes, seemed like a hideous monster.
Kim Sang-hyeok had become a symbol of 'disgust, trapped as a prisoner serving a sentence worse than murder in a jail of his little sister's making.
This disgust was endless.
He might attack me in my sleep.
He might be filming me while I use the bathroom.
He might do something to my underwear.
He might drug my food and do something horrible.
Stella had come to see all 'men' through that lens, and her brother was the perfect specimen.
After branding him a perverted sex offender, his every move was already under her scrutiny.
Eventually, she came to radically hate and detest all men, including Kim Sang-hyeok.
But today.
Today, she had tumbled with that same Kim Sang-hyeok like an animal.
It was no time to be thinking about roles like 'woman' or 'man.
If I don't break this chokehold, I'll die!!
Getting hit in the stomach hurts!!
As she was tossed about, at the mercy of that primitive force, the issue of showing her underwear became trivial, something beyond considerations of male or female.
Strangely enough, that's how it was.
From now on, if this idiot wanted to see her underwear, he'd just say, 'Hey, show me your underwear.!
And Stella would reply, as always, 'What are you talking about, you idiot brother.
....Although she probably wouldn't call him an 'idiot, since that would get her put in a chokehold.
Kim Sang-hyeok had genuinely opened up his heart, and even Stella knew it wasn't an act.
[A belief that this idiot won't secretly take pictures anymore.]
After that belief, or something like it, took root....
She realized that half of the fear she had created was fabricated within her own mind.
That bastard, at the very least, wasn't the type to drug them or install hidden cameras to blackmail her and Serena.
He was an even bigger moron than that.
She wasn't sure if you could call this 'trust, but her interpretation of the person that was her brother had changed dramatically.
Strangely, the burden on her heart was almost gone.
Except for the fact that an idiot brother, far more foolish than she could have ever imagined, had just barged into her life.
"This is the first time. Roughhousing like this."
Stella tapped on her brother's profile, where 'Idiot' was written, and revised it.
To [Kim Sang-hyeok].
*
Dinner was pasta made by Serena herself.
"Enjoy your meal, Oppa."
"Thanks for the food."
It was delicious. The doneness of the pasta and the seasoning were perfectly to my taste.
So Serena is a good cook, too. Excellent.
The familiar scent of garlic rose from the hot pan.
"I made some gambas, too. Here, I prepared some soft bread, so it's good to eat them together."
"Oomph, oomph..."
My mouth was already full, so I just nodded repeatedly.
"Oppa, say ah~."
"Ah~"
Munch, munch...
I diligently ate whatever Serena fed me.
Stella was watching from the side with a look of disgust.
"What the hell is this? And what's with the way you're talking?"
'Stella, you say ah~ too."
*...When did you two get so friendly?"
Though she grumbled with displeasure, Stella still ate what Serena offered her.
Like a pair of hamsters, we both stuffed our cheeks with food and stared at Serena.
"Hmm, this morning?"
Cough! Cough!
I almost spat out everything I was eating.
"Oppa, really, you should eat slowly."
My little sister with black hair and purple eyes handed me a glass of water, smiling brightly.
....In a way, she's scarier than Stella.
Was it because she and I shared a secret far greater than peeking at or taking pictures of panties?
....Something's fishy."
A cold sweat trickled down my spine.
"You opened up to Oppa today too, didn't you, Stella?"
"Opened up? Who opened up to whom?"
"We're all eating together like this, aren't we?"
"That's because..."
Stella shot me a glare.
"The one who was always cooped up in his room came out. That's the only difference."
Me? Ah, right.
The role of the hikikomori must have belonged to the old Sang-hyeok.
Stella, ever the confident one, would have always eaten with Serena.
From Stella's perspective, I, the new Sang-hyeok, was an unwelcome guest intruding on a happy family mealtime.
"I don't have a reason to be cooped up anymore. If I want to see Stella's panties, I can just ask her to show me."
'Who said I'd show you?!"
"I already saw them today."
Flinch!
Stella squeezed her thighs together tightly and glared at me, looking mortified.
"No fighting, you two. Isn't it nice eating together like this?"
"Of course, of course."
"Besides, if her big brother wants to see, a little sister can show him her panties~."
"No, she can't."
"What are you talking about? Are you crazy, Serena?"
My timing with Stella was perfect.
Serena clapped her hands, delighted.
"Wow! Your timing is perfect!"
"..."
"..."
We even fell silent at the same moment.
Reacting like Stella when an older brother asks to see your panties is normal.
If she was actually thinking she could show them... then it would be scary to even ask.
Because it felt like she'd actually do it.
"Oh, Oppa. There's a lot of laundry. Are you going to wash it all?"
"No, I'm throwing it out. Even with the power of hydrogen peroxide and baking soda, it was a lost cause."
What the hell did he get on them that the stains wouldn't come out?
It was a total mystery.
"What about your uniform? The uniform is too good to waste."
"It doesn't fit. I... grew a bit taller overnight."
"Hmm... I'll try to alter it!"
"It'd be faster to just buy a new one. How much is a uniform?"
"About 900 coins?"
...
So I'd have to kill eighteen hordes of goblins to afford one?
I checked the number of coins deposited in my student ID.
[Kim Sang-hyeok]
[Coins: 54]
This isn't going to work.
If I rack up dress code violations while trying to earn money, won't I just get summoned to the student council office again?
My crimes hadn't been pardoned. The sentence was merely suspended, my circumstances taken into account.
Even a child could figure out that causing trouble during this period would result in a harsher punishment.
"I'm counting on you, Serena."
"Leave it to me, Oppa! I'll make it look seamless.
"I'm heading up first."
Scrape.
Stella put only her own plate in the sink and went upstairs.
We followed her back with our eyes.
"So? Think there's a chance for reconciliation?"
"Stella gets lonely easily. If you keep shaking her up, Oppa, she'll come around soon."
"I can hear you!!"
Come around soon, huh.
I hope so. I just want peace in the house....
There's nothing better than having my pretty little sisters follow my lead.
A moment later.
"Oppa. Can't we sleep together?"
This feels like she's following my lead a little too well.
Bedtime.
My vision swam as I looked at Serena, who was twisting her body shyly at my door.
[Onahole Aptitude Analysis]
[Serena]
[Conquest Difficulty - A (strikethrough) None]
[Onahole Aptitude: S+ Rank]
[Prerequisite Quest - A (strikethrough) None]
[Prerequisite Quest 2 - A (strikethrough) None]
[First time is with Oppa♡]
[Underwear - Black panties with minimal coverage. Serena's special pair for a decisive battle (she's not wearing a bra).]
[Onahole Characteristics - This little sister has an amazing body! A devilish little sister onahole boasting a perfect, voluminous body balance and a grip so tight you can never escape once you've had a taste.]
[An ideal little sister who loves and follows her brother dearly. She's pretty, shy, and a model student.
She won't give herself up easily at first, making the beginning difficult, but once a fire is lit, she reveals a passionate side, unable to stop her feelings for you. A hexagonal all-rounder onahole who can play any role: girlfriend, wife, sex-friend, little sister, older sister, or mommy.]
....I really didn't need to know that my little sister was an all-rounder onahole.
She appeared in a translucent shirt and black lace underwear, making it even harder to know where to look.
Hugging a pillow tightly, Serena looked up at me with moist eyes.
Was it just me, or did this whole production feel incredibly contrived?
This was clearly a seduction.
Or was it?
Was my brain just rotten?
...Do close siblings sleep together sometimes?'
Make the right call, Kim Sang-hyeok.
But I'm an only child, so I honestly have no idea.
I tried to recall memories of sleeping mixed together with my male and female cousins during holidays.
Not helpful.
I can say with certainty that the atmosphere back then was not this sexual.
My cousins looked like creatures somewhere on the borderline between monkeys and humans, so I didn't think anything of sleeping in a pile with them.
...But the thought of sleeping with Serena.
"Oppa... I'm scared to sleep alone."
Gulp.
Her skin, which looked like she had just washed up, seemed incredibly soft and dewy.
In the dimly lit hallway, Serena's purple eyes glowed with a mysterious charm.
"You're all grown up, but you're still scared to sleep alone?"
"Yeah."
"...Come in."
As soon as she was granted entry, Serena's expression switched to a playful smile as she rushed into my arms.
Squeeze!
"Ehehe!"
"You...!"
"Scared to sleep alone? Am I a child, Oppa?"
The problem is that you're a grown adult, not a child!
Gasp. No bra?
Serena pressed her breasts against me, even rubbing them, and I got hard without any resistance.
She smiled slyly, as if confirming her own appeal.
Even when I tried to push her away, she wouldn't budge.
Serena seduced me, grinding her breasts against me.
"Uuungh~ Oppa. Why do you keep backing away?"
"If S-Stella sees us..."
"Hehe. That would be a huge problem, wouldn't it? If Stella found out that you and I have already had sex."
"...Wh-What sex!"
It wasn't sex!
"You said it was a mistake, too."
"Oppa, are you trying to avoid responsibility?"
"That's not it. It's right to chalk that up as a mistake! For the sake of your future husband."
Serena stopped dead in her tracks and looked up at me.
"...I already know."
"Know what..."
"The feeling of you... inside me, filling me up all the way to the root... The way you reacted when I squeezed you tight, the sense of union we felt when we became one.'"
"..."
'At that moment... I felt I had no choice but to become your woman... You made me promise while you were kissing my little sister's womb..."
Every word from Serena's lips made my head spin.
Huh? Is that right?
Is it really irreversible?
I felt my intelligence dropping as her breasts rubbed against me.
"Am I really a virgin, Oppa?"
...K-Kuh."
"Isn't it that... you already took me?"
"No."
That's right.
I have to force myself to think that way, or else it's dangerous.
Our relationship.
"But..."
I grabbed Serena's slender shoulders.
"O-Oppa?"
"If you don't want it to have been a mistake, then I'll take responsibility properly."
If that's how Serena feels.
Then I...
"Is it okay if I, your Oppa, become your lover? Your boyfriend?"
"..."
Serena had a dazed look on her face, as if she were drunk.
"...Let's go tell Stella. About what happened between us."
As if my sincerity got through to her, Serena snapped out of her daze.
"N-No!! Oppa... It was just a joke, because it was fun to see you flustered..."
"There are some things you don't joke about! Do you want to get a real scolding?"
Phew...
I sighed in relief internally.
It seems we're still okay as brother and sister for now.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to act like I was holding something over you..."
"It... was a mistake, right?"
"Yeah. Anyone could see that was an accident. Don't feel guilty, Oppa."
Right...
Losing your virginity from a fall is ridiculous...
On a human level, that has to be a no-count.
"...What you said earlier, that was a joke too, right?"
"...What did I say?"
"The thing about... all the way to the root..."
Serena just giggled.
...It must be a joke.
My handsome dick doesn't have some evil effect like 'any woman who tastes it once is changed forever.'
Right? Goddess?
To Serena's future husband, I swear Serena is a virgin in mind, body, and spirit.
Please, let's just leave it at that. I shudder to think that I might have ruined Serena's life.
"So we can sleep together now, right? Oppa."
"...Huh? I guess so?"
"Yep. It's all settled. All that's left is to sleep with my dependable Oppa!"
"...???"
Huh? Is this right?
Led by Serena's hand, I got into bed with her.
Serena looks happy, so is it okay...?
The lights were out, the room dark.
I felt Serena's skin and body heat as we tangled together.
She didn't seem to mind my erect penis pressing against her at all; in fact, she snuggled deeper into my arms.
"I'm glad you're my Oppa."
"Well, how long have you even known me..."
"I've known you for years."
Ah, right. From Serena's perspective, that was true.
"Buuut, out of all those years I've known you~~, I like the Oppa I saw today the most."
"..."
I thought nothing could be more arousing than Stella's "Just die, Oppa."
"Oppa. I like you."
This time, I felt my brain melting.
After we lay tangled together for a while, I brushed her bangs with my hand and asked slowly.
"...You mean you like me as a brother, right?"
My face grew hot.
Why am I asking my little sister something like this?
What would I do if she said she liked me as a man? Pounce on her right away?
Serena was already asleep in my arms, looking peaceful.
"..."
Haaah...
We decided I'd be her 'Oppa, right?
Serena is just happy to have an older brother to dote on.
If I had seriously tried to pounce on her, she would have reacted the same way she did when I grabbed her shoulders just now.
So....
My job as a man is...
To not touch Serena, even if she gives me an opening as wide as the Pacific Ocean.
... This is the hardest thing I've had to do all day.'
I was in big trouble because I was so damn hard.
-x-X-x-
The next morning.
I thought I wouldn't be able to sleep with my erection not going down, but surprisingly, I slept soundly.
Was it because Serena's body was so soft and warm?
Grind, grind.
"Ngh..."
The more I buried my nose in the nape of Serena's neck and inhaled her scent, the harder my cock became.
My hips moved in a natural, wave-like motion, rubbing my erect cock against Serena's soft ass.
Grind, grind.
Such a luxurious dakimakura. Haaah.
....A dakimakura?
Gasp.
Realizing what a depraved thing I was doing in my sleepy haze, my eyes flew open.
Serena was trapped in my arms, unable to move,
Her older brother was grinding his cock against his little sister's big ass, smacking his lips in satisfaction!
"Serena, are you awake?"
If Serena had been aware of that vulgar moment of me grinding on her...
"..."
A scattered breath.
Without looking back at me, Serena's ears just turned bright red.
...I'm screwed.
We were acting just like newlyweds. A moment ago, I was indulging in her body like she was my wife, inhaling her scent and grinding my cock against her ass.
I couldn't forget the sensation, and precum was already leaking out.
"S-So.
Flustered, I muttered.
"You should have... gone to your room to sleep."
"..."
I felt a belated pang of guilt for sounding like I was blaming Serena.
I was the one who happily held her and started grinding in the first place!
But still. It's one thing if I'm awake, but...
How am I supposed to control that in my sleep?
Serena is soft, her whole body smells good, and she's warm.
Even now, we weren't that far apart.
*...Should I do it for you? Oppa?"
Do what? What are you going to do?
"It's late today, and my wrist is tired, so I'll do it for you again next time! Oppa."
That? A handjob?
As if my cock hadn't forgotten the service of Serena's hand, it swelled to the bursting point.
It was already fully hard, but every man knows.
That for a man, there's an erection beyond fully hard-a state that lies beyond.
Serena still wouldn't look at me. She continued speaking with her back turned, as if shy.
"I promised I would..."
"Th-That..."
Hurry. Slap some sense into her, tell her to stop talking nonsense, and send her to her room!
The tiny sliver of reason inside me was screaming, but Serena's pretty voice, laced with 50% moisture as she asked, "Should I do it for you?", had already taken over most of my brain.
A handjob from Serena.
It's not sex, so maybe it's okay.
No, how could it possibly be okay?
I wasn't in my right mind back then, making my little sister give me a handjob.
Because of that, Serena had become a lewd, spoiled girl. If I don't draw the line right here, right now, this behavior will only accelerate!
Right. I can just jerk off by myself later. I need to kick her out of my bed, fast.
"Want to stick it in here?"
The moment Serena opened the gap between her thighs and subtly pushed her ass back.
I was already clinging to her like a monkey, sticking my cock in.
Huh?
"Kya..."
Serena squeezed her thighs. My cock was sucked into the alluring flesh of her thighs.
Locked in tight.
"Kh, huh..."
As a moan escaped my lips, Serena's thighs squeezed even tighter.
"Do you like your little sister's thighs?"
I love them! They're fucking amazing!
Unable to say it out loud, I trembled with shame and moved my hips.
Lying on her side, Serena gently tilted her pelvis left and right, creating a rocking motion in the gap between her thighs.
That alone made me feel like I was about to shoot a thick load of hundred-year-old jizz.
The fact that I, her older brother, was already bumping my hips against her big ass as if begging, "Give me your pussy, give me your pussy," was already an unhealthy act bordering on sin.
But the fact that Serena was gently moving her thighs to help her pathetic older brother take care of his needs...
...was egging me on, making it impossible to stop.
"Serena, Serena..."
"Kya... Ngh... Ah... You're working so hard, Oppa."
Every time my cock slipped out from between her thighs, Serena would cup the head with her hand, stroking it as if to praise me with a "Good job."
Using the leaking precum as lubricant, Serena treated the head of my cock like a treasure, stroking it so gently it barely touched the skin, as if worried she might hurt me.
The front was occupied by Serena's hand, the middle by her thighs, and the base by her ass.
My cock was completely caught in Serena's body. If this was a trap, there was no escape for my cock.
I had no choice but to keep moving my hips until I pathetically shot my load....
"Ngh... Ngh... Ngh..."
I was rubbing my cock against Serena's precious pussy, marking my territory.
Holding onto my little sister, who was too shy to even look back.
"Nngh, ngh... Ngh..."
I gently bit her reddened ear.
"I'm embarrassed..."
Squeeze.
Serena's thighs locked tightly around my cock.
Was she tense from being held tight by her brother, who was so focused on this mock-copulation? The sweat and heat seeping from Serena's thighs wrapped hotly around my cock.
I clenched and unclenched my hands.
Because Serena's large breasts were jiggling gently in the perfect spot.
No. Seriously. Don't.
"Oppa..."
As if sensing my conflict, Serena stroked the head of my cock and said.
"I'll help you, so just let it all out❤♡❤"
"Kh...!"
I grabbed Serena's large breasts.
"Nngh!"
Serena pushed her big ass back even further. Now, it wasn't just sweat wetting my cock.
My cock, nestled between her thighs, met the slick juice from Serena's pussy, mingling perfectly.
Aah!
Serena's thigh-pussy!
Serena's thigh-pussy is fucking amazing!!
Instead of blurting out those vulgar words, I swallowed them and moved my hips in the lewdest way possible, bumping against her big ass again and again.
Thump, thump, thump
"I'm gonna cum...!"
Without resistance, I came right into Serena's tightly squeezing thighs.
Spurrrrt... Splat... Splat... Spuuuurt!
"Kyaa...!"
She tried to catch it in her palm like the first time, but it seems she failed again.
It looked like it splattered on the floor.
Spurrrrt! Splat! Spurrrrt! Spuuuurt!
Oh, ooooh.
Squeezed out by Serena's thighs.
Twitch, twitch.
All I could do was push my hips forward in the afterglow and try to catch my breath.
I had completely released everything into Serena's thighs.
But it wasn't over.
Gasp.
Serena locked my still-erect cock between her thighs again and said.
"Once isn't enough for you, is it, Oppa?"
Squeeze.
I hugged Serena, trapping her in my arms. She let out a satisfied breath.
"Let's shoot lots and lots into your little sister's thighs, Oppa
Serena's thigh-pussy, perfect for grinding my cock on!
I furiously worked my horny cock and came four more times.
I held Serena tightly and kept moving my hips.
Quite some time passed, and Serena was drenched in sweat.
"Oppa... Hah... We should... get ready for the academy..."
"Just one more time...!"
I clung to Serena, who was trying to wind things down, and slammed my hips into her ass.
I'm cumming into Serena's thighs again...!!
Splat... Spurrrrt... Splat...!
"Ngh, ngh, my thighs are getting sore..."
*...Alright, maybe we should stop here."
"Are you satisfied? Ah..."
Serena looked at my still-hard cock.
She muttered in a tone that was both slightly dumbfounded and impressed.
"...Wow. Your future girlfriend... is going to have her hands full...❤♡❤♡"
Yesterday, a handjob.
Today, I start my day with a thighjob from my little sister.
I don't know if Onahole-Aca made me this way, or if this is who I've always been.
Even as I agonized over my pathetic defeat at the hands of lust, the sensation of Serena's thighs floated through my mind like a cloud.
A little while later.
Serena knelt and wiped the semen I'd spilled on the floor with a tissue.
"I'll clean it, just leave it."
"Nuh-uh! This isn't something an older brother should do. The little sister has to do it."
"..."
I wondered what that was supposed to mean, but....
...I started staring, as if hypnotized, at Serena's big ass jiggling as she wiped the floor.
...Oh. Ooh.
Mm. Hhmm. Ooh.
Huh? She's already done cleaning.
My eyes met Serena's, who had been focused on cleaning the floor.
"Oppa..."
"Ah... Well..."
I was about to explain my 'naughty gaze, but...
...Serena stood up smoothly and said with a shy face.
"I'll think of an even better way for next time."
"Next time?"
"Yep. Next time."
Serena's eyes formed alluring crescent moons.
I was staring at her ass, after all.
My simple inner thoughts had already been completely exposed to Serena. I had no control here.
"You don't want there to be a next time? Oppa."
"...Next time... is important..."
From today on, my number one pick isn't Google or Naver.
"Serena! Where are you?"
Stella was looking for us.
The busy morning had begun.
Since Serena was desperately short on time after giving her brother a thighjob, I decided to take care of breakfast.
Let's go with egg mayo sandwiches.
I opened the fridge and saw there was canned tuna, too.
This combination is a guaranteed winner!
Seeing Stella come out to eat later and munching away happily, it seemed I hadn't failed.
Though it seems like she doesn't know I made them.
"What? Why are you staring?"
*...O-paen-mu?"
"Huh?"
"It means, 'What color are your panties today?"
Stella left, looking displeased.
It's fine. It's not like I was actually asking her to show me...
I'm just checking to see if the only connection between me and Stella is still working strong.
I saw Serena and Stella off at the entrance as they put on their school shoes, and then got ready to leave myself.
Looks like I didn't need to walk them to school today.
My two little sisters seemed to be taking public transport.
Strangely, I felt a little disappointed.
I guess I liked walking to school with Serena.
Ping.
I got a message from Serena.
[Serena]: (A photo with her skirt slightly lifted, showing her panties)
My panties are purple today. Oppa. Do your best
...Alright. Let's do my best today, too.
Kim Sang-hyeok, the Onahole Man whose entire fortune is 54 Coins.
I don't want to remain a D-rank older brother to my two lovely little sisters until Onahole-Aca ends.
Fortunately, the Erogamer Sang-hyeok of today is invincible.
Because I shot six loads into my little sister's firm thighs first thing in the morning.
I was filled with as much confidence to live in Onahole-Aca as I was with self-loathing for having lost my original self.
-x-X-x-
At the entrance of Essol Academy.
A group of cute first-year girls were gathered, chattering and giggling.
What's this?
"Ah! It's that Oppa!"
"Found him!"
"Waaah!"
Seriously, what is this?
When a crowd of schoolgirls is clustered at the school entrance, how many guys would think it was purely because of them?
I was more than a little flustered when the flock of girls surrounded me in an instant, like a pack of rabbits.
Was it because I was the academy's number one clown, "Onahole Man"?
For that, the atmosphere was far too friendly.
There was only one reason they had gathered.
"Oppa! You're so handsome!"
"Kyaa!"
"Can I take a picture? A picture?"
"Oppa, you're so tall!"
"So handsome!"
"Please give me your number! Your number!"
Giggle, giggle.
I was getting my energy drained by this legion of schoolgirls.
While I stood there, not knowing what to do, girls whose faces and names I didn't know started clinging to me.
Subtly hugging me, groping my chest, holding my hand.....
It was blatant sexual harassment.
I had to give them a stern talking-to.
"Ahem, form a line. I'll take pictures one at a time."
"Kyaa~! Okay!!"
Behold, my amazing taming skills.
I had dominated the schoolgirls with a single sentence. A man with a genius face doesn't need a hypnosis app.
So draining...
By the time I finished taking photos for the girls' social media feeds and got to my locker, thirty minutes had already passed.
And there...
"Sang-hyeok... Hi..."
...stood a black-haired, busty girl who was the ultimate energy-drainer in a completely different sense.
Far from being loud, she was extremely quiet and seemed like the timid type who would do whatever I said.
But the sight of her standing with her hands demurely clasped, her back straight, and her large chest pushed forward was nothing short of destructive.
"...Hi, Hena."
"Me too..."
"You want to take a picture too?"
Nod, nod.
Right. If I was this handsome, I had a duty to serve as a public good.
"Here. Come closer."
"I don't know how to take it..."
"I'll take it for you. Go into the camera app here..."
I lowered myself to match the shy Hena's height and took the picture with a click.
A timid peace sign made with her fingers was visible in the corner of the photo.
"Hm? You haven't saved my number?"
"I bought it yesterday."
"Yesterday?"
She didn't have a smartphone until now? Does she have a strict family?
Without much thought, I typed in my number for her.
"This is my number."
'Can I... contact you?"
"Of course."
Hena fidgeted happily, alternating her gaze between her smartphone screen and my face.
"Thank you. I'll be sure to contact you."
"And I'd be grateful if you sent me a picture of your breasts after a bath."
"...It's a joke."
I should stop making jokes like that to Hena.
Even though I knew better, her breasts were so eye-catching that the words just slipped out.
"...Should I take one?"
"Don't. If you do it wrong, your personal information will be spread all over the internet."
Flinch!
Hena trembled like a pudding in an earthquake,
"Wh-what would happen then...?"
"What do you think? Didn't you see me just now? Instead of schoolgirls, a bunch of creepy old men will flock to you for a fan handshake event."
'Eek! I don't want that...!"
"You don't, right?"
"I don't want anyone but you, Sang-hyeok."
"..."
Why did she have to make an exception for me? It makes my heart flutter....
Hena shyly twisted her body.
"Only you are allowed to see?"
"No, I said don't take it..."
"Ah. You said... friends can't do that."
Right. Friends can't do that.
If Hena were my girlfriend, I would have asked her to send me lewd selfies every day.
...I'm worried she'll be wandering around unsteadily and get tricked by some bad guy.
[Beep.]
[Kim Sang-hyeok, D-rank. Authentication complete.]
Oh, the lock on my student ID has been lifted.
Inside my locker was a pile of highly explicit men's magazines.
I wasn't even surprised. I would have been surprised if I'd found textbooks.
And underneath them....
[Activating Insight - Red.]
[Hena's Underwear]
[A set of pink underwear that Hena cherishes. You stole it before gym class.]
...
It seemed the bad guy who had lured the innocent Hena was, in fact, me.
"Hena."
"Yes?"
I called to Hena, who was organizing her own locker.
"Here."
Hena's face turned red when she saw the set of underwear I held out.
"Ah, uh...?"
"I'm giving it back."
"...Th-that."
"Don't say anything, just take it."
Hena obediently took back the underwear.
Stealing it only to return it with my own hands-it was a strange act, even to me.
"...Are you done with it?"
"You think I'd wear women's underwear?"
"That..."
No way.
Are you asking if I used your underwear as jerk-off material?
It seemed I was under suspicion of having rubbed my dick all over it.
"I didn't use it."
"You took it but didn't use it? Why? Is it... tacky?"
I really hadn't expected this line of questioning to start.
What do I know about whether stolen women's underwear is tacky or not? I've never stolen women's underwear in my life...
"Did I ever say it was tacky?"
"N-no."
"When it's on your body, nothing could ever look tacky."
The mint-colored bra I saw yesterday was already one of the most unforgettable memories of my life.
Any underwear that could wrap around those bursting breasts was a luxury item, no matter what it was.
"..."
Hena seemed slightly pleased.
It was a bit of a creepy old guy answer, but it seemed it wasn't the wrong one.
I calmly searched my locker further.
To see if there was anything else that could be a problem.
[Men's Magazine - SS Issue 19]
[A men's magazine featuring Lizna May, the visual center of the legendary girl group NTT. Surprisingly, it's rated for all ages.]
Lizna May?
The one who supposedly looks like the student council president?
Curiosity piqued, I opened it slightly and saw that she really did resemble her.
In that she had silver hair and large breasts.
Usually, there's a cliché that they're the same person.
But even considering photo editing, they definitely didn't seem to be the same person.
Even if the pink eyes were just contacts, the Lizna May in the photoshoot gave off the vibe of a cute, busty girlfriend.
He even has student council president merch.
A tumbler, a mousepad, a pillow.
When am I going to clean all this up?
I couldn't tell if that bastard, the old Sang-hyeok, came to the academy to study or to be a stan.
I get it, though.
Isabella is truly beautiful.
The chances of a D-rank nobody like me meeting her through normal means and having things work out are practically zero.
To get with a girl that pretty, looks alone aren't enough.
Though, the story might be a little different if you had the mindset to turn her into an "Onahole."
The thought was so absurd that I let out a dry laugh at myself.
Me? The student council president?
Could there be anything more ridiculous?
I have no intention of using Personality Excretion for that purpose.
No matter how much the Goddess eggs me on.
Rather than committing such a criminal act, it seems far more fun to grow stronger comfortably and earn the heroines' recognition.
The morning class was "Scarecrow Measurement."
I turned around in my seat to face Hena behind me.
"What's that?"
"You attack a scarecrow to get a score."
"A score, huh..."
I thought to myself that it was a very academy-like event.
In my world, there was something called a mock exam, where young students competed over scores in core subjects to get into the best universities.
Besides the fact that joy and sorrow were decided by scores, there was almost nothing similar.
In terms of fun, the scarecrow measurement seemed far more interesting.
"Have you two practiced at all?"
Yuuna suddenly approached.
Since class hadn't started yet, she borrowed an empty chair and slid it next to Hena's desk to sit down.
Wasn't her seat pretty far away?
"I just found out about it today."
"You should have marked it on your calendar. It's going to be reflected in the first-semester evaluation."
A remark befitting a model student.
Nakamori Yuuna smiled brightly at me. My heart fluttered a little.
...The experience of a girl this pretty clearly wanting to get closer to me and approaching me first was very new to me.
"Don't worry. Teacher Yuuna is here to teach you the ropes."
"I see. We'll be counting on you, Teacher Yuuna."
"Counting... on you."
Hena chimed in, following my lead.
Yuuna smiled with satisfaction and said,
"When you hit the scarecrow, stamina management is important. Since the scarecrow doesn't resist, it's easy to go overboard with your pace!"
"But isn't it better to pour out all your stamina?"
"You have to be careful because it's measured in different time intervals.'
"Ah."
According to Yuuna, the scarecrow damage measurement was divided into 6-second, 30-second, and 2-minute intervals, which were then combined for a comprehensive evaluation.
If you used too much strength at the beginning, you'd be out of breath during the final 2-minute measurement.
I wasn't sure if that applied to me, since my only attack skills were Personality Excretion and Asura Charge.
But even if I were just swinging my fists, if I used my full strength to move my body without a break for two minutes, I would have to be careful not to let my breathing fall apart.
Even more so if I used skills.
"That's helpful."
"Sang-hyeok, your strength went up from clearing the dungeon yesterday, so don't you think you could aim for a promotion to C-rank in the next evaluation?"
"Is C-rank the standard for second-years?"
"Yep. It's rare to be D-rank. But you... it's like your growth has been unlocked. No one knows what your peak will be!"
"Yeah. I'm planning to train hard and become a Hunter."
The moment I said that, Dihrit's gang, who must have been listening from somewhere, burst out laughing.
"Pfft-hahahaha!"
"..."
Yuuna stared at them.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing. It's just that you two are spouting bullshit together. Like anyone can become a Hunter."
So this is the guy. Dihrit Ade.
He had an earring in only one ear and droopy eyes. His mouth was constantly twisted in a sneer directed at me.
For some reason, he genuinely hated me.
With his sleeves rolled up to show off his tattoos, the old me would have been too scared to even make eye contact.
To be honest, I didn't want to get involved with him now, either.
"What about Sang-hyeok? He has a talent, you know."
"The talent for 'Onahole Collection, I bet!"
Dihrit's cronies snickered along.
"He must be the best at jacking off all by his lonely self. Hey."
"Hehehe."
"Are you seriously planning to become his Onahole Princess and support him, Yuuna?"
"..."
Yuuna's cheeks flushed at the crude teasing.
When they kept linking her with my vulgar talent, calling her an onahole, there was no way a female student like Yuuna could win a war of words.
"Kim Sang-hyeok. Hurry up and drop out and find a job in a workshop."
Dihrit strode over and placed a hand on my shoulder.
"There'll be a line of washed-up Hunters who need your onaholes."
I shoved Dihrit's hand away.
"Oh? So the Onahole Collector fights back when stepped on?"
"Don't touch me."
My words made the classroom atmosphere grow tense, as if a fight was about to break out.
"I don't have many clothes, so I can't afford to get them dirty."
"Right. Well..."
Dihrit patted my shoulder with his hand.
"Gotta at least save face before you drop out. Though if you get a double-digit score, you'll probably just run home to mommy."
"Hehehe."
The score... so that's what's important in the end.
Fine, I'll just have to get a high score this time.
A short while later, at the indoor training facility.
The fateful scarecrow measurement began.
Take this!
"Personality Excretion Smash!!!"
My ultimate move roared.
-x-X-x-
[Students of Class 2-F, please proceed to the indoor training grounds.]
Just before the damage-per-second test.
Yuuna, Hena, and I were walking to the indoor training grounds as a group.
"Kim Sang-hyeok. Aren't you nervous?"
She used my full name, which still felt a little distant. We'd already hugged with our skin touching, but I suppose this subtle distance between the sexes is the true charm of a co-ed school.
"It's a pleasant feeling."
It would be a lie to say I wasn't nervous, but it was a nostalgic kind of tension, like waiting for my turn in a footrace as a kid.
By my current standards, it wasn't an unpleasant feeling at all.
"Hmm. So you're saying you have nowhere to go but up?"
"Well, being D-rank, I don't have much to lose."
If a D-rank messes up, what's the worst people can say? 'What else would you expect from a D-rank?'
Having rock-bottom expectations meant there was less pressure, which was actually quite comfortable.
"Still, you should work hard now so things will be easier in the second semester."
"To be honest, I don't even know what I don't know."
I had a vague premonition that my life would get a little harder if I bombed this test, but I was optimistic about the future.
After all, I was the new Sang-hyeok, the protagonist reborn with a full suite of cheats from the goddess of an eroge.
I had [Personality Excretion].
I've played my share of RPGs, and I know there's no better attack skill than this. It's probably the ultimate end-game ability.
Onahole Collection is a good enough talent on its own, but it's a growth-type talent that the original game's player could also develop.
But Personality Excretion, one of the privileged powers that even the original protagonist, the old Sang-hyeok, never enjoyed...
Its value was on a completely different level from the start.
I planned to make good use of Personality Excretion as my unique, primary skill.
Honestly, it was pretty reassuring.
"What do you want to do later? Hero? Hunter?"
"Whichever makes more money."
'Then I guess Hero is out."
"Heroes don't make much?"
"If you compare the absolute top-tiers, they can earn more than Hunters, but for anyone below A-rank, it's basically volunteer work."
Well, that won't do.
"Come to think of it, I have another reason besides money why I can't be a Hero."
"Why?"
"As you know, if I became a Hero, I'd get a ridiculous hero name. 'Personality Excretion Man, "Onahole Man'..."
"Pfft!"
Yuuna burst out laughing without resistance, grabbing onto me as she giggled.
My unique talent, Onahole Collector, was creepy enough. What would happen if I went around catching villains with Personality Excretion?
It would only be a matter of time before I became the number one pervert Hero in all of Seoul.
"For the same reason, I can't be a villain either. The headlines tomorrow would read, 'Inhuman Onahole Villain Attacks Women in City Center..."
"Ah, pfft, hahaha! Stop, stop making me laugh."
As Yuuna nearly keeled over, the gazes of the surrounding students fell on us.
Ignoring them, Yuuna looked genuinely happy.
A pretty girl has a pretty smile.
"Ah, I'm so happy. It's been so long since I've laughed like this."
"It would be perfect if you had an Onahole Princess as your sidekick-a hero's assistant."
"Ahaha, seriously, stop...! My stomach hurts!"
Hmm? Where did Hena go?
I noticed her absence immediately, given the cosmic-monster-level presence of her breasts.
I looked back and saw Hena lagging behind.
Her head was bowed, and her aura was dark.
She hadn't said a word this whole time....
"Hena."
I called out to her gently.
Hena's head snapped up. Her eyes were sparkling.
"Huh!? D-D-Did you call me? Sang-hyeok."
"Why are you falling behind? Stick close."
*...Okay!! I'll stick close."
No, not so close that I can feel the warmth of your breasts.
I was genuinely concerned about the social skills of my childhood friend, who clung to my arm like a lover and rubbed her chest against me just because I showed her this tiny bit of attention.
In any case, the first of our group to go was Yuuna.
"Haaaaah!"
Whoa. Her sword skills were flashing so brightly it was dizzying.
I was too far away to see much more than that, but Yuuna's swordsmanship was incredible.
*991 points!"
Yuuna flashed us a V-sign, expressing her joy.
"Amazing."
"Is that a high score?"
"Of course! It's super high. She's guaranteed to be in the top three of our class."
I wondered how I would do. I'd only been in a dungeon once, but I was still the protagonist of [Onahole Academy].
Honestly, wasn't this the part of the story where I was destined to get a score that would shock everyone?
For a moment, I imagined their reactions after my test (tailored to my own liking).
[Wow, Sang-hyeok... you're amaaazing I'm so proud to be your friend!]
[How can you be 2,000 points higher than me? You're so cool]
[I'm so sorry for underestimating you just because you're D-rank❤♡❤♡❤]
...Hehehe. Yesss.
...Wait. Weren't some of those lines from an erotic novel?
Get out of my wholesome fantasy, you demon of eroge!
"Next up is Hena."
Hena looked visibly nervous.
"Who was she again?"
"I don't know. But her boobs are huge."
"She's gloomy."
[The girl with big boobs and a gloomy vibe whose name I don't know.]
That seemed to be the other students' assessment of Hena.
I couldn't understand how they could say that about Hena, who was clearly a stunning beauty, but I didn't dislike the feeling that I was the only one who knew her true charm.
If only she'd just give her chest a little jiggle, the male students would go wild.
Hena's combat style was that of a very static mage.
I could barely tell she was doing something to the scarecrow while standing still.
"What did you get?"
When she returned, Hena mumbled.
*320 points..."
"Not bad, huh?"
"Yeah, I think so. Last time I got... 290 points..."
"Good."
"You did great, Hena!"
Yuuna said, pulling Hena by the hand.
"Come on, come sit next to me."
"...Is, is it okay for me to sit next to you?"
"Why wouldn't it be? We're friends, aren't we?"
Ahem, I guess it's my turn next.
"Ah. Sang-hyeok. Good luck."
"Kim Sang-hyeok! Go break the record!"
"I'll be back."
Sent off by the two beauties, I walked to the center.
The scarecrow was positioned far from the spectators.
It seemed standard practice to maintain a safe distance, as everyone would be using their full power and their skills could cause collateral damage.
Only the instructor in charge of the test stood guard near the scarecrow.
The instructor's name was Dale Hardnett.
He was a black-haired Hunter in a suit who looked to be in his mid-twenties, but according to Yuuna, an S-rank or higher Hunter always had to be present during the scarecrow test.
That meant the man in front of me was an S-rank Hunter, at the very top of the academy's food chain.
Thinking about it that way made him seem kind of cool.
"Move to your position."
"Yes, sir."
Definitely don't get on his bad side.
It wasn't just because he was an S-rank Hunter that I made up my mind.
It was because the Benelli-series semi-automatic shotgun slung over Dale's back looked incredibly intimidating.
'You'll start in six seconds."
[Activating [Insight - Red]]
[Beginner Magic Scarecrow HP (34399/35000)]
[A scarecrow commonly used at the academy for damage measurement. Surprisingly, a lot of magic is required for its mass production.]
[Creator - Seridwen Evelyn]
[Essol Academy Student Council Equipment. The quality is quite excellent for a mass-produced item.]
...As expected of a scarecrow, it doesn't seem to have any weak points.
But a beginner scarecrow? Could this weak-ass scarecrow withstand my Personality Excretion?
An opponent I wouldn't feel a shred of guilt for 'breaking.'
It was the perfect target for me.
Hnngh!
"Personality Excretion Smash!!!"
My ultimate move roared.
[Achievement Unlocked: "Loss of Humanity"!]
[Strength +11]
It was an ordinary straight punch with my body weight behind it, but it would be a mistake to think that was all.
My fist, hardened with the [Resolve] to excrete at all costs, pierced through the scarecrow's body...
It didn't!
But in quick succession!
"Personality, Excretion!"
A smooth one-two!
Thwack! Thwack!
A clean one-two combo landed on the scarecrow's head.
That was excellent.
"Six seconds are up. 18 points."
18 points?
At first, I thought I'd misheard. Not 180, but 18?
Personality Excretion is supposed to be the ultimate attack skill!
Is it immune to excretion because it's a scarecrow?
It was a possibility anyone could have predicted, but the realization came to me far too late.
No, actually, I did expect this, but....
...Are we really going with a serious plot development here?
Where's the slapdash, anything-goes development the goddess of eroge loves so much?
Shouldn't there be a development where I get a ridiculous score like 900 million and the scarecrow explodes just to make the protagonist look good...?
"Next, 30 seconds."
But knowing that didn't change anything.
The techniques I could use on a scarecrow were severely limited.
Grk!!
I guess I'm the type who's strong in actual combat!
In any case, I had to try everything I could.
"Personality Excretion Dropkick!!"
A dropkick using [Yaksha Charge), an attack skill I learned from collecting goblin onaholes!
THWACK!
The impact of the mid-air, accelerated dropkick struck the scarecrow square in the solar plexus!
It was a good thing it was a scarecrow, the thought of using it on a living being felt far too inhuman.
[Achievement Unlocked: "Inhuman Personality Excretion"!]
[Agility +1!]
It's even giving me a bunch of medals. This feels good!
2,000 points, no, 10,000 points, let's gooo!!
"Personality Excretion Calf Kick!"
Thirty seconds of giving it my all felt much longer than it was.
I caught my breath and calmly landed my combinations.
"30 seconds are up. 79 points."
What the hell happened to my DPS!
It was a moment where I keenly realized just how much of a fucking weakling I was in this world.
For some reason, it felt like all the spectators in the distance were laughing at me.
Hngh. Wasn't this supposed to be an event where the protagonist shines?
Why don't these normal events work out normally for me?
I may not have enjoyed trashy eroge like my roommate, but I'm still a normal otaku.
My mental state was shaken by the brutally harsh score.
"Next, two minutes."
The measurement for the longest segment began.
Still, with the mindset of doing my best, I threw my fists with all my might.
Swoooosh.
"No-breath, Personality Excretion."
[Achievement Unlocked: "Destructive Personality Excretion"!]
[Strength +1!]
[Achievement Unlocked: "Resistance is Futile!"]
[Technique +1!]
Personality Excretion Liver Shot, Personality Excretion Solar Plexus, Personality Excretion Corkscrew, Personality Excretion Elbow, Personality Excretion Flying Knee Kick...
Hitting it continuously without breathing was as exhausting as an all-out sprint.
"Hah. Hah."
'Two minutes are up. Total score: 252 points."
Lower... than Hena...!?
My cute and lovely childhood friend, with her large, unguardedly bouncing breasts...
Was about 100 points stronger than my no-breath Personality Excretion barrage?
I can't accept this...!
"Can't accept the results?"
"..."
Dale tapped the panel.
My evaluation was supposed to be written there.
"I wasn't present for your previous test, but Kim Sang-hyeok, I can see your mindset has changed."
Was that a compliment?
"Increase the number of your skills and raise your stats. Explore the secrets of the dungeons more actively."
One thing was for sure: the feedback from an S-rank Hunter would accurately pinpoint my shortcomings.
"Yes, sir!"
"Next!"
I bowed my head and retreated.
I felt like the arrogance that had built up from being treated like a special protagonist had vanished.
As a Hunter, I was still far from proficient.
"How was it?"
I took the tumbler Yuuna handed me and said calmly.
*252 points."
"That's good for a D-rank, isn't it?"
The words "for a D-rank" pierced my heart.
Realizing my expression wasn't good, Yuuna clamped her mouth shut.
"Sorry."
"It hurts my pride, so next time I'm going to get over 10,000 points."
"...Don't you think you should set a more realistic goal?"
"It is realistic. Just you watch."
It's just that I'm at the bottom right now. It's also true that I have a special growth curve that others
don't.
Even if that growth curve is achieved through [Onahole Collection]...
The important thing is that I can build up my strength without having to rape an unspecified number of women!
"That's a score only the top-tier among A-rank Hunters could possibly get..."
"Wanna bet?"
Yuuna flinched and took a defensive stance.
"Wh-What are you going to make me do?"
"Get on your hands and knees and apologize for not recognizing the D-rank genius, Kim Sang-hyeok."
"That's just humiliating!"
What, did you think I was going to ask to touch your breasts or something?
I'm not that low-class of a person... probably.
"Hena, how about you?"
"I... I think you can do it, Sang-hyeok."
"Hena! How can you just get out of it like that?"
"But, Sang-hyeok got 8 points before."
8 points...?
"...This is already amazing. Hehe.
Weren't 8 points basically the score you'd get for refusing to participate?
So I had improved a lot. It was a dramatic change that only Hena, with her childhood friend background, could have noticed.
A pure belief that if I could go from 8 points to 252, I could also reach 10,000.
Hena smiled shyly.
"So. I'll bet on 'he can do it'."
"Hmm. Well then... I guess I'll help you out a bit."
"You, Yuuna?"
"You got a problem with a competent B-rank Hunter offering to join your party?"
"No way. Of course not."
Nakamori Yuuna has joined the party!
I felt like an announcement message like that had just popped up.
"Instead, though it feels weird to call it that."
"Hm?"
Yuuna looked like she was struggling to say something.
She stood before me, fidgeting and flustered.
Her ears were turning redder by the second as I watched.
"What is it?"
When I asked again, Yuuna said in a trembling voice.
"Your number."
"My number?"
'Your phone... number..."
Realizing what she meant, I grinned.
Just yesterday, I was repeatedly accused of being a trashy criminal, and now, since this morning, I've
lost count of how many times I've been asked for my number.
I typed my number into Yuuna's phone.
"I sent you my Dunstar ID too."
"What happened to the picture we took?"
She checked immediately.
"I took that down. I gained 300,000 followers overnight."
"Isn't that a good thing?"
"Everyone was asking who the guy was... It felt like I was profiting off your face, so I just took it down."
Hmm.
Is this the life of a handsome genius? My heart swelled with pride.
'Anyway... I'll contact you, okay? Kim Sang-hyeok."
"Feel free."
She must have been so happy to get my number.
Seeing the joy overflowing from Yuuna's face, making her cheeks practically melt, brought a smile to my own.
A cheat key is a cheat key, after all.
And I was happy that I could gaze at these two pretty faces without worrying about becoming a criminal.