Chapter 159: A Crazy Hero Whose Fan Service is a Belly Punch? [R-18]
by Meher“Clean work.”
The Student Council President approached me.
“Didn’t it take you longer when you dealt with the female villain?”
“That’s because I’ve grown stronger.”
Kushina had a skill that gave her a chance to nullify direct attacks, so we weren’t a good match. We bickered back and forth until I had to use Lucky Pervert, but against a straightforward thug like this, my power was absolute. It was all thanks to my punches and kicks having gotten much stronger.
“Th-thank you.”
The injured policewoman came over, supported by her colleague.
“My name is Shin Gyeong-ah. Hero, Onahole Man.”
“I’m Kim Sang-hyeok.”
Gyeong-ah bowed her head deeply.
By now, I was getting somewhat used to women I’d just met staring at me with eyes brimming with affection, as if they’d fallen in love at first sight.
“Hero Kim Sang-hyeok… Th-this favor, I’ll definitely repay it someday…. N-Next time, I’d like to… buy you a meal. If you could give me your number…”
“Sure.”
There was no harm in knowing a police officer.
“Really?”
Seeing her look like she was about to jump for joy made me feel a little embarrassed.
Is my number really that valuable?
“Thank you! Hero Kim Sang-hyeok! Th-they say police and heroes make a good match…! I’ll be in your care!”
Gyeong-ah was a heroine who looked good with her hair tied up.
The reason I recognized her as a heroine was because her breasts were large. I could see their outline even through her police uniform.
…These must be natural too, right? This Korea is different from the one I lived in, in so many ways.
“Don’t get distracted. The important part starts now.”
“Isabella?”
“The reporters are going to interview the new hero. Don’t get emotional, no matter what. Even if they attack you.”
“…Ah, okay.”
What’s this about?
Soon, a male reporter approached and began the interview.
“Hero Onahole Man. Do you have a moment for an interview? I’m Do Yeong-jun from Hero Fact.”
“Yes.”
“You possess an ability that turns women into sexual tools to be toyed with. I’m curious if you yourself see no problem with this.”
“…”
That very first question made my head spin.
I think I knew why Isabella had brought me here.
Along with demonstrating my usefulness, I needed to change the public’s perception of me for the better.
“That’s not what it is…”
“Are you saying that an onahole is not a sexual tool? There have been incidents where children have caused problems by repeatedly using moves like the ‘Onahole Punch’ for fun at school. What are your thoughts on this phenomenon?”
This felt less like an interview and more like an interrogation…
What should I say?
Honestly, he had a point, so I didn’t know how to respond.
If I’d been trained for this beforehand, would I have handled it more skillfully?
Just then, a gentle voice whispered in my ear.
“It’s okay, Sang-hyeok! Don’t be nervous, just speak comfortably! Even if you say something a little problematic, the Student Council will edit it out.”
“…Mm.”
So I can just say whatever I want? In that case…
Based on everything I’ve experienced so far—minus the lewd sex—I should just say what I feel…
“I’m aware that my ability is considered unethical by societal standards.”
“Isn’t it dangerous for someone who has become a hero to wield such a thing so freely?”
“I believe it’s acceptable because I use it for the purpose of dealing with dangerous villains.”
“Why is it acceptable? It doesn’t seem right to turn anyone, man or woman, into an onahole and use them.”
“Um…”
The villain who stood out most in my memory.
It had to be my first official onahole, Kushina.
“I think it’s fine because it can teach children that even if you’re born with a strange ability, you can help everyone if you use it correctly.”
“…”
I feel like I can say more.
She said the Student Council would take care of it if it was weird. Should I say a little more?
“I’ve also fought someone who became a villain because they were discriminated against for their ability. If I can show that even someone like me can become a hero, I think it might encourage more heroes to emerge who protect people with their so-called dangerous abilities.”
“…I-I see.”
Did I do well?
Judging by Isabella’s expression, it seemed I did.
The atmosphere at the scene was already on my side anyway. The citizens had murmured at the reporter’s questions, and cheers erupted every time I spoke.
Perhaps because of that, the next reporter was a bit different.
“I’m Lee So-yeong from Hero Magazine. May I have an interview?”
“Yes.”
“There are still some people who aren’t familiar with Jelly Man’s skills. Could you perhaps take this opportunity to introduce them?”
“Well… I need to get the President’s permission for that…”
Everyone laughed as they looked at the Student Council President, who stood with her arms crossed.
Ms. So-yeong also seemed amused.
“A moment ago, the camera caught the President ‘affectionately’ fixing your tie. What is the relationship between you two?”
The President, suddenly dragged into the interview, furrowed her brows in annoyance.
“We are senior and junior students at the academy.”
“And you, Mr. Kim Sang-hyeok?”
“I… I think of us as master and student.”
“Mr. Sang-hyeok says you’re master and student. What do you say, President?”
Isabella seemed flustered.
“You, saying something like that in a public setting…”
“But I am your student.”
“…Hero Onahole Man is a student under special management at the academy. I am merely in charge of some of his skills and training.”
Tch.
Why won’t she just admit we have a master-student relationship? She was clearly happy when I used her fighting style…
I felt a little hurt.
“Personality Excretion Hero. That’s a very unique name. You’re also called Onahole Man, right? Which nickname do you like best?”
“…If I had to choose, Jelly is better.”
“And you, President? Which title do you prefer?”
“…”
Isabella? Don’t tell me…
“…Onahole Man.”
Gack.
My pet name, the one Isabella was so fixated on, had just slipped out.
“So you like Onahole Man, President. Mr. Sang-hyeok? It looks like you’ll have to go with Onahole Man if that’s what your master wants, doesn’t it?”
“…”
K-Kugh…!!
O-Onahole Man… That name, which I chose half-jokingly, was now about to be made official in front of everyone.
“…Yes. If the President wishes it, I’ll do it.”
“…”
The corners of Isabella’s lips twitched.
Huh? Is she trying to hold back her laughter after making ‘Onahole Man’ my official name?
“I, Onahole Man Kim Sang-hyeok, will do my best!”
I declared it one more time.
“Phht!!”
Isabella let out a rare burst of laughter in front of others, turning her head away as her shoulders shook.
“The President really likes Onahole Man!”
“Here comes Onahole Man!”
“Phht… Stop… Stop it…”
“Ah. Please say a word to your fans gathered here.”
“I’m surprised I even have fans.”
A fucking newbie with less than a month of hero experience has fans.
This world is too generous to me.
But that’s good. Excellent!
“Oh? To all of Onahole Man’s fans, shall we hear you scream?”
“Waaaaaaah!”
…When did so many people gather?
There seemed to be about a hundred people. It was a bustling crowd.
“When it comes to your popularity, your outstanding looks are definitely a factor! Do you have any special care secrets?”
Outstanding looks… He’s right about that.
“Care secrets… I don’t have any… I think I was just born with it.”
“How honest!”
I thought I sounded a bit arrogant, but everyone just giggled.
“A word for the fans… Uh… Don’t watch too much Personality Excretion.”
“Kyaa~~!”
“Onahole Man! Please sign this!”
“Thank you for the interview.”
Reporter Lee So-yeong bowed her head and stepped back.
Then, the fans swarmed in.
Police, reporters, and now fans.
I think I understood why people get ‘celebrity syndrome.’ I felt like I was becoming an attention monster, sucking up everyone’s energy.
“Give me a hug!”
“Hold my hand!”
“Sign this!”
This was the first time I realized how bold female fans could be with physical contact.
Some people hugged me without even making eye contact, rubbing their bodies against me…
It felt like they were openly trying to give me an erection, and they reached out to rub my chest.
I felt like I was being subjected to all sorts of things in the chaos of the crowd…
“Stop! Form a line.”
Just then.
Isabella’s clear command snapped everyone to their senses.
I was amazed, watching the crowd suddenly turn into civilized citizens.
‘Is this charisma?’
Unsure of what to do, I had just been exposed to the women’s touches, but now I found myself staring at Isabella’s charismatic profile.
…She’s beautiful.
“We’re heading to the next district, Kim Sang-hyeok. The day isn’t over yet.”
I could hear boos from the crowd.
Even those died down when the Student Council President glared at them.
“…They’re my fans. I’ll at least give them some autographs before I go.”
“Hmph. Make it quick. I’ll give you five minutes.”
“You heard her! The President is scary, so we’ll do this for five minutes.”
The autograph session itself proceeded normally. But…
Perfectly normal-looking college girls came up and asked.
“Umm.”
“Yes?”
“Can you do a belly punch?”
…I felt a little dizzy.
“What’s a belly punch?”
“Huh? Oh, the thing Onahole Man does. Hitting a girl’s stomach.”
What?
“I want you to hit me!”
“Punch my stomach as fan service!”
“Me too! Please do a ‘Personality Excretion Smash’ on me.”
Huh? W-Wait, really?
The college girls, dressed in thin clothes, presented their stomachs and lined up, saying, “Please give me a belly punch,” and I didn’t know what to do.
…
“He’s flustered. He’s flustered.”
“So cute.”
Cough…
“Please punch our stomachs for fan service~~”
They all whined, twisting their bodies, and I was at a complete loss.
Isabella was talking with Evangeline some distance away and didn’t seem to know what was happening.
But…
Even if it was fan service, getting filmed punching a girl’s stomach would be a problem.
“I-I can’t do that.”
“You can’t?”
“No belly punch??”
“…”
How in the world did such a vulgar situation end up happening in the middle of the city…!
For the first time in a while, the Confucian in me reared his head and roared in anger.
‘What’s not okay is not okay.’
“Just pretend to do it~”
“M-Maybe next time…”
I was trying to think of an excuse when…
“…I’ll do it if you bring a cushion.”
Huh??
I just made a mistake I hadn’t even made during the interview.
I could have just said I wouldn’t do it, but by making it conditional, I made all their eyes sparkle.
“Okay!”
“I have to remember to bring one next time…!”
No!
No!! I’m going to become a crazy hero whose official fan service is a Personality Excretion belly punch!!
“No, I mean…”
“He said he’ll give us a belly punch if we bring a cushion!”
“I need to buy a cushion♡♡”
I even ran into the soft-looking high school girls I’d seen at the tteokbokki restaurant.
“Ah! I have a cushion right here. Please hit me.”
“…”
Everyone was looking at her with envy.
To have a cushion at a time like this… What is this situation?
“W-well… I mean…”
Agh! Screw it!
I gently placed my fist on the cushion the girl held against her stomach and muttered.
“P-Personality Excretion… Smash…!”
“Kyaaaaaaaaaaah!!”
Everyone screamed.
…
After signing the cushion and having all my energy drained, I finally escaped the crowd of fans.
“Let’s go.”
“Yes…”
“What did you do to make a face like that?”
“…I have just become the most vulgar hero in the world, President.”
My fan service is a belly punch…
“Well, you are Onahole Man.”
“You said I could change the name later, but you went and nailed it down during the interview, didn’t you?”
“I like that name. Honestly.”
“…Kugh…”
So it was the President’s preference. Of course…!
“If you wanted to change it, you should have done it sooner. Didn’t I tell you? That you wouldn’t be able to change it later.”
“I admit I dragged my feet, though.”
“Next, we’re going to Dohwa-dong.”
“Yes…”
I followed Isabella around, defeating various villains.
As expected, it was like the Student Council President had set the table for me.
I would arrive at the scene and execute the villain, allowing me to show the world the benefits of Onahole Man.
But when I actually looked at the Shorts, the ones with titles like ‘The Guy White Devil Takes Care Of’ and ‘The Goddess Isabella Laughs’ had the most views.
The top comment said that seeing Isabella, known as a hero with no blood or tears, laughing at something like ‘Onahole Man’ must have been quite a surprise to people.
To be honest, if a guy whose Onahole identity was so strong he received an onahole as a gift in his locker also had the hero name ‘Onahole Man,’ even I would have found it funny…
“What are you looking at so intently on your phone?”
“The Shorts are already up, so I was watching them.”
Isabella laughs surprisingly often.
And it’s because of me.
That fact made my heart pound a little.
“If you have time to grin like that, we’re going one more time.”
“Yep.”
Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)
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