Chapter 54: Why Did I Think the Hero Route Would Be Normal? [R-18]

Just moments ago, I was grinding hard against Yuuna’s hills, and now my eyes were glued to the dignified sight of the student council president walking away. Her sturdy thighs and sizable ass had completely captured my attention.

My image of a future wife was already starting to change. Just thinking about it made my body feel hot.

When she reached the dojo, the president took a call from someone and nodded.

“Understood. Handle it that way.”

Does the president use something like Dunsta?

As I was lost in such useless thoughts, our eyes met.

“That guy gets 80 demerit points. That should be enough to seriously hurt his grade for the year.”

“Is that so?”

“Weren’t you curious?”

“I’m already drowning in demerits myself, so…”

“I didn’t assign you any demerits.”

Why not?

Knowing her personality, it didn’t seem like she was cutting me any slack.

“As you said, you already have enough demerits to warrant expulsion. Giving you more would be meaningless.”

“Right.”

“If you have no complaints about the punishment, we’ll move on.”

Huh? Was she actually being considerate?

Telling me that she’d slapped Dihrit with demerits…

“I thought you called me here to give me a piece of your mind.”

“I just received the report. Your friend was about to be assaulted.”

Ah. There were quite a few witnesses…

Still, something about her “receiving a report” felt off.

“Your actions weren’t praiseworthy, but there are extenuating circumstances.”

“Thank you for understanding. But… am I being watched?”

“Of course. You’re a person of interest. I receive reports on your actions wherever you are.”

“…”

The thought of the president checking up on my daily life gave me a strange feeling.

“Is it unpleasant?”

“No.”

“If you don’t want to be treated like a villain, don’t go around brandishing your power at others. Isn’t that why you agreed to this curriculum in the first place?”

“I forgot…”

That my official status was “Person of Interest under the Student Council President’s Direct Supervision.”

It was no coincidence that she had rushed over the moment the commotion started.

Her attention wasn’t on Dihrit at all; it was focused 100% on me.

“No matter if you’re protecting someone, you can’t just use your power on an innocent person who isn’t a villain.”

“Yes…”

“Your punishment will be replaced with training with me. Get changed and come out.”

“Understood.”

The dojo was empty, but when I went to the changing room, I saw signs that someone had been there this morning.

…A set of women’s underwear, lying on the floor.

Who just left this here…?

It was pink, and the cup size was quite large.

‘…’

Come to think of it, why was my spot in the women’s changing room…?

What am I supposed to do if I open the door and run into someone?

Is this really okay?

‘Well, setting the underwear aside…’

…Sniff, sniff.

I’m definitely not a pervert, but I couldn’t help but notice the scent.

I should get out of here, fast…

“Let’s start with stretching.”

“Yes.”

“Press down on my back.”

Push. Press.

I slowly applied pressure to Isabella’s back as she did the splits.

Beneath her tied-up hair, I could see the nape of her slender neck.

So hot…

I shouldn’t be getting turned on…

“Next, it’s your turn.”

“Yep.”

Push.

This time, the president casually pressed her breasts against the back of my head.

Huuuhhh!

Isn’t this basically asking me to get turned on?

“Lean forward more.”

“President… your chest…”

“I can’t press down on you otherwise.”

Squish.♡

I just accepted it and let myself get hard.

After finishing the stretches while basking in the president’s scent and the softness of her breasts, I stood up, my very noticeable erection proudly displayed through my clothes.

“…You’re full of energy.”

“It’s your fault, President.”

“Do you really like these cursed lumps of fat that won’t go away no matter how much I exercise?”

Why would you want to get rid of such wonderful lumps of fat with exercise!?

Thank god they’re so bountiful that they won’t disappear!

“Calling them ‘cursed’ is a bit harsh.”

“They’re cumbersome.”

“You need them to feed a baby…”

“Hmm. I can’t imagine myself doing that.”

…Of course she can’t imagine herself as a mother. Not at her age.

But I could perfectly imagine her with a pregnant belly, so I wished she’d refrain from making such comments, completely insensitive to my erection.

Because my dick was getting so hard it was becoming a problem.

“We need to divert your attention elsewhere.”

“Huh?”

“Come at me!”

“Whoa—!!”

Hey, you’re supposed to give me a warning!

The president suddenly flipped me, and I was thrown to the floor.

[Your Martial Arts level has increased.]
[Your Martial Arts level has increased further due to the teachings of your master, Isabella.]

Ugh, oof…

Thanks for the skill level up, I guess…

It was also thanks to Isabella that I had reflexively broken my fall.

“Here I come!”

“Hyaak! Yes!”

As I was tossed around, the pain quickly made my erection subside.

“…In academy life, it’s common to see students clash and fight emotionally.”

“Hah… hah…”

“Every time, I think to myself: Cultivate your mind. Being easily swayed by emotion is a sign of weakness!”

“Kngh… Hyaap!”

I literally threw everything I had at the president.

Without using my powers, of course.

The president was charismatic, always held her back ramrod straight, and was skilled enough to effortlessly toss around a man bigger than her—me.

Honestly, I had no confidence I could ever beat her in terms of skill in this life.

[Your Martial Arts level has increased.]
[Your Martial Arts level has increased.]
[Your Martial Arts level has increased further due to the teachings of your master, Isabella.]

“Hoo, haah… haah…!”

After tumbling around for over an hour, my whole body was drenched in sweat.

And I’d already cleared a dungeon this morning…

The president, however, hadn’t broken a single drop of sweat. She looked so refreshed it was actually annoying.

“Aren’t you going to use that precious power of yours?”

“Forget it. It won’t work twice.”

The president wouldn’t fall for the same trick again.

That would mean I’d have to increase the intensity of the reality manipulation, and that would lead to a catastrophe.

The kind of perverted catastrophe that En-chan loves.

For the record, I also have no confidence in myself if ‘that kind of situation’ were to arise.

No confidence that I wouldn’t start thrusting my hips.

All I really know about the president is that she makes me horny.

Her name is Isabella.

An S-rank Hero in Seoul and the Director of the Villain Correction Bureau.

She was strong, diligent, and even beautiful—the ultimate, Goddess-guaranteed heroine of 「OnaAka」.

I wanted to get closer to her, but I just couldn’t imagine a future where that happened.

Even with (New) Sang-hyeok’s face and charm, Isabella was a difficult heroine.

She wouldn’t show any openings.

Of course… if this were a proper adult game, it would have been over back then.

It would have been the villain route for sure. If I had made her excrete her personality jelly.

“Shall we wrap this up and go get something to eat, President?”

“I have other plans today.”

See? She’s putting up a wall.

“And you’ll have to come with me.”

“Huh?”

Wait, plans that include me?

Before I could even see Yuuna’s face again, I followed the president’s orders, showered, changed into my uniform, and went outside.

We took the subway to the next district over.

Isabella just sat there quietly, leaving about one seat’s worth of space between us.

“Where are we going?”

“When an Essol Academy student has an off-campus activity, does anything come to mind?”

“Don’t tell me… hero work?”

Ughhhhh.

The time has come.

My displeasure must have been obvious, because Isabella twisted one corner of her mouth into a smirk.

She seemed to enjoy my suffering.

“I was planning to train you thoroughly for a month before sending you into the field, but you seem like a problem child who can’t sit still.”

“I just asked if you wanted to eat with me.”

“There is no reason for me to eat with you in a private setting.”

Isabella said, glaring at me fiercely.

“In case you’ve forgotten, I hate you.”

“…Yeah, yeah. I’m not a big fan of you either.”

Deep down, I wanted to get close to this breathtakingly beautiful girl. It just wasn’t something I could control.

Isabella was a heroine who wasn’t easy to win over.

She wouldn’t show any weakness.

Of course… if this were a villain route, it would have been over back then. I would have used Personality Excretion on her.

“You’ll have to do it, even if you hate it. That is, if you want my ‘Good Job’ stamp.”

“Yes, ma’am. Do I have a choice?”

I couldn’t just throw away my academy life.

A hero… sigh. I really don’t want to, but I have no choice.

As I was sighing heavily, the president, perhaps bored on the way, asked me a question.

“Why do you hate being a hero? Because it doesn’t pay well?”

“…Ah, well, that’s part of it, but… at its core, being a hero is about saving others, right?”

“That’s right.”

“I feel like it’s not a job that a guy like me, with no sense of duty, should take on lightly. It’s too much pressure.”

“Hmm.”

For some reason, Isabella was staring intently at the side of my face.

Wh-what is it?

Did I say something wrong?

“Say more.”

“I like cute animals, but I’ve never had a pet. When I think about the weight of being responsible for a life, I just don’t think I could do it.”

“Is that why you avoid being a hero?”

“Exactly. It’s a job for someone noble, someone with a strong sense of duty.”

“I never thought I’d find myself agreeing with you.”

Isabella muttered, almost inaudibly.

“I agree.”

Maybe because the words were coming from me, someone who popped out of a world without heroes, they resonated with her.

In short, it’s like being a firefighter, right?

I just don’t know if a guy like me is cut out for it.

From what I’ve seen of firefighters, they’ll be about to take their first bite of freshly cooked ramen when an emergency call comes in, and they have to run out the door.

I just don’t think I could do that.

“Check your phone, Kim Sang-hyeok.”

“Yes?”

I looked at my smartphone and saw an unfamiliar app installing itself automatically.

“That’s the Hero App.”

A message popped up: Undergoing hero registration process…

Seeing my student ID displayed, it seemed my fate as a hero was sealed.

I was hoping she might grant me an exemption… but no such luck!

Sob.

As I was wallowing in despair, Isabella shifted her large butt and slid over to sit right next to me.

…Wow. She smells so good…♡

A floral scent wafted from Isabella’s hair.

Is it perfume? No… it must be her natural scent…

I felt an enchanted urge to hug her.

“Look at the phone, not me. I’ll show you how to use it.”

“Am I really doing this hero thing?”

“The Hero App is a special application that can only be installed with a recommendation from an existing member and a specific code.”

The ‘existing member’ here had to be Isabella.

It seemed I could install the Hero App because of her recommendation.

“Check the app.”

“It’s telling me to register a photo.”

I’ve seen this kind of thing on dating apps.

“Take it. Your face.”

I quickly took a selfie and registered it.

[Registration Complete.]
[Welcome, D-rank Hero Kim Sang-hyeok.]

“D-rank here, too…”

“Everyone starts at D-rank. Now. I’ll show you how to use it, so open it up…”

Sliide…

Isabella’s large breasts brushed against my arm.

The more she leaned over to look at my phone, the harder it was for me to control my erection.

“What are you doing?”

“…Ah, right.”

“Like this, you can check the status of crimes and their resolutions across the entire city of Seoul. You’ll be assigned hero missions appropriate for your rank, but…”

Ding. Ding.

As the president was explaining, message notifications kept popping up.

They were DMs from the Hero App.

“…You can also send direct messages. These are people in the same line of work.”

Messages from women began to pile up at an incredible rate.

– Is that a fake photo???
– Is that really you in the picture?
– Are you a new hero?
– ㅎㅎ How about an older woman?
– Buy me a drink, Oppa.

B-b-b-b-b-b-b…

The messages accumulated at an astonishing speed.

“In order to be assigned a mission…”

The president herself closed the messages from the women hitting on me.

– You’re seriously handsome.
– Fucking sexy;;; Where do you live? Let’s meet up.
– I’m wet rn, we can fuck if we meet now ㅎㅎ

“The mission…”

“…”

Glare.

Why are you glaring at me…?

“You must have experienced the same thing, just from the opposite gender, right, President?”

“I had a group of perverts who sent me dick pics.”

…I see. I can imagine.

“I caught every last one of them and threw them in the Correction Bureau.”

“…”

Our president is scarier than any law against sending obscene messages…

So even Isabella received nasty DMs like that when she was a rookie hero.

Anyway.

I’ve gotten 120 messages in less than five minutes, what am I supposed to do about this…?

Seriously, I had no idea there were so many women in the world willing to have no-condom sex at a moment’s notice.

This is because it’s an adult game, right? Right, En-chan?

“Here… check the option to only receive messages from people you know.”

In the meantime, more and more pictures of pussies, breasts, and so on were being thrown my way.

“…Perverts truly know no gender.”

“Tell me about it…”

It was my little secret that I was also sporting an erection.

In any case, once the messages quieted down, the president’s explanation continued.

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Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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