Chapter 15: Personality Excretion Smash [R-18]

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.

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Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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