Chapter 7: This Eroge Is No Joke [R-18]

“You don’t… need me anymore?”

Haaah. Shit…

I think I know where this all went wrong, but hold on. Let me just say what’s on my mind.

“A girl shouldn’t act so carelessly. I’ll be your friend even if you don’t let me touch your breasts.”

“It’s not careless… If it’s you, Sang-hyeok… I want to.”

What do you mean, you want to?! The Kim Sang-hyeok you know is trash. Trash!

“Why are you opening up your heart to trash like me?”

Somehow, my lines were turning into something out of a melodrama.

Maybe I was angry.

Telling her not to treat her body so recklessly.

“What have I ever done for you?”

Hena covered her chest with her arms and spoke cautiously.

“You… protected me.”

“Protected you?”

“Ever since we were little… all the boys were scary… but you chased them away for me…”

That’s… a little unexpected.

No matter how much of a scumbag he was, could he really have been childhood friends with a girl like this if he’d been that way from the start?

“Whenever I was crying, you always came running…”

She’s like a grown-up baby.

But if he’d protected her with pure intentions, he never would have done that in the latter half of the game.

He was an eroge protagonist, so he only pushed the other guys away because he didn’t want other male characters lusting after a defenseless Hena.

And once he was past the point where a D-rank could protect her… what? Did she just become an object of his lust?

Pathetic. The old Sang-hyeok.

“So… if I can be your friend, even like this…”

“Wait… I told you I’ll be your friend even if I don’t touch your breasts.”

“You don’t need me…?”

Fat teardrops began to fall from Hena’s eyes.

“Don’t cry. Hey… Please don’t cry! What will make you stop crying?”

“My breasts… Friends…”

“I said I’ll be your friend even if you don’t bare your breasts…”

“Hwaaah… I don’t believe you…”

Gaaah!

“Fine! I’ll touch them! I’ll do it. Here. I’m touching them.”

As I held out both hands and moved to touch her bare chest, Hena instantly stopped crying and stared intently at my hands.

“I’m really going to touch them, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I don’t have to, though.”

“……”

“Alright, fine. Don’t cry! Just don’t cry.”

…I have no choice.

If she starts wailing here, I’m really going to jail.

It’s not that I don’t want to touch them, of course. It’s just… what’s the difference between this and rape?

Gently, I kneaded…

“Hyak…”

The moment my hands made contact, Hena reacted with extreme sensitivity.

I wasn’t even putting any force into it, just making a show of touching her, but my fingers sank easily into her breasts.

Damn, an unbelievable softness…

For breasts of this size, their shape was perfectly maintained. They were so beautiful.

“Huuu… Huaa…”

I felt like I could keep touching them forever, so I barely held myself back.

“There. I touched them. Are we good now?”

“Not yet…”

What do you mean, ‘not yet’?! You lewd…!!

No, is she really just doing this out of pure anxiety?

In the end, I found myself standing face-to-face with a black-haired girl I’d never met before, indulging myself in her breasts as I pleased.

I pushed her mint-colored bra up and began to grope her in earnest.

“…I’m touching them.”

“M-Mhm… Huu… Ah…”

How long do I have to do this?

Hena’s ears had turned bright red as she looked down at her own breasts being toyed with.

Knead, knead… Squeeze, squeeze…

No wonder she’s the easiest heroine to capture.

If she already had a favorable impression of that trash Kim Sang-hyeok from the start…

After I came back from the student council president event, I probably could have just pounced on her.

This whole way of thinking is dangerous.

The very thought that I can do whatever I want with such a beautiful girl is dangerous.

My brain feels like it’s melting.

It’s not like I can always draw a line and stick to it.

Squeeze… Squeeze… Squeeze…

Gradually, I put more strength into my fingertips.

“Uht… Nnh… Huut…”

I couldn’t tell if it was sweat from her breasts or my own hands, but as I kneaded her pre-warmed breasts to my heart’s content, it started to feel as if my hands and her chest were becoming one.

My hands grew as hot as Hena’s breasts, and my self-control began to fade.

Squeeze.

“Aah…”

“…Did that hurt?”

“…Nooo…”

“Should I stop?”

She shook her head.

Hena wanted me to keep touching her breasts.

I could feel her erect, pink nipples rolling beneath my palms.

‘Was touching breasts always this lewd?’

…These breasts were truly violent.

“Promise you won’t say we’re not friends anymore…”

“I promise.”

I made a promise with her as I kneaded her soft breasts.

“We’re friends, Hena.”

“…Okay.”

“But not like this. You need to get a grip.”

“Eh?”

What do you mean, ‘eh’?

Someone needs to firmly teach you that you can’t just let anyone touch such magnificent breasts.

“Between friends, you don’t pay with your breasts as the price!”

I gripped Hena’s breasts tightly.

“Hya… Hyak, hya?!”

Hena’s center of gravity was pulled toward me, making her stumble.

Still, I squeezed with enough force to leave handprints on her soft breasts.

“Got it? Why would you let someone touch these amazing breasts just to be friends?!”

“Ngh… Uungh… Huk…?!”

As I rubbed her breasts, I stimulated her erect nipples with my palms.

As befitting the touch of an eroge protagonist, Hena’s arousal level steadily climbed. She stood on her tiptoes, panting cutely.

You’re not supposed to enjoy this. This is a lesson being seared into your body!

I squeezed harder.

“Nng, nng… Hyaang…!”

Hena’s beautiful cries, like a nightingale’s song, were making me hard, and the lines I was trying to keep were starting to blur.

“Do you understand? This is something you only allow the person you love. The person you’re going to marry!”

“Mmm… Uuht…!”

“Answer me!”

I engraved a painful lesson into Hena while grabbing a handful of her huge tits.

As her breasts were treated like toys.

Hena nodded her head.

“Huat… Mmm… Uht…!”

“Do you want to be squeezed like this every day?”

“I don’t know, it’s a… strange feeling…”

“Say no!”

“N-No…!”

Yes! That’s it!

“Again!”

Hena didn’t know what to do. As her breasts were being fondled, she said:

“Hu, huaa… L-Letting a friend touch… my breasts… is. not. o. kay.”

“And this situation, right now?”

“Ngh… Uuht…! Huat… Am I supposed to say I hate it?”

“Try it.”

“But I don’t hate it…”

“Ah-ah.”

I squeezed her breasts again, and Hena shook her head frantically.

“I-I hate it. Don’t… nngh… touch my breasts… I hate it…”

“Anything lewd between friends is forbidden. Got it?”

I asked, pulling on her nipple.

“L-Lewd things… are forbidden… Huuungh…”

“Do you understand?”

“Y-Yeth…! Forbidden…!”

“I appreciate you thinking well of me, but get a grip. Do you know how fucking precarious your situation is right now?”

“Precarious…?”

“You need to learn to firmly refuse things you don’t want. I’m not interested in babysitting a big-breasted child. If you want to be friends, remember that.”

“Mmm…!”

Hena looked at me as I touched her breasts and said:

“F-Friends can’t do things like this. Get away.”

“Good. Remember that!”

I said, squeezing her breasts.

“N-Nghu, wait, nng, nnghuu, huat…”

I caught the stumbling Hena in my arms.

Are you twitching because it feels good right now? What the hell even is an eroge protagonist?

Seeing Hena, disheveled after her breast-training, I snapped back to my senses.

‘What have I done!’

“…Are you okay?”

“Huat… It feels… good…”

“Hurry up and get dressed.”

I helped the disheveled Hena straighten her clothes.

…At the end, every little movement Hena made as she minutely adjusted her bra to find a comfortable position for her breasts was erotic.

‘I hope I didn’t handle this the wrong way.’

I only did it because I couldn’t stand to see her paying a ‘friendship fee’ with her huge breasts.

I sincerely hope it helped Hena.

“Friends should never do that again.”

“If we were lovers… would it be okay…?”

“……”

‘Did I handle this wrong?’

Hena, her cheeks flushed, caught her breath and asked again.

“If we were lovers… would it be okay to let you touch my breasts…?”

“Well… it would be okay, but…”

“…I see.”

Hena gripped the collar of my shirt tightly.

Through her hair, her emerald eyes gleamed.

“…I understand.”

…Should I tell her to fix this dependent behavior too?

No, this is cute, so it’s fine.

In the end, life is a long journey of finding your own way to live. I can only hope that Hena learned a lesson from her experience with the trashy Kim Sang-hyeok, who was blinded by her breasts.

…My hands won’t stop sweating.

It was truly an unforgettable sensation.

“Sang-hyeok, you’ve changed somehow.”

I had a feeling I’d be hearing that a lot.

But just now, wasn’t I more like the eroge Sang-hyeok than anyone?

“…Which one is better?”

“Mm… Right now… is much better… My chest feels warm.”

“That’s because I touched you until you were sweating.”

“I’m so embarrassed. I want to hide.”

“That’s why I’m asking why you did it, you idiot.”

“…Hic.”

Are you hiccupping now? What a mess.

“Hold your breath. Swallow.”

“Hic. Hic.”

Should I shock her by saying I’m breaking off our friendship…?

But then I thought this delicate thing might just pass out, so I took her to the water cooler and had her drink some water.

“Gulp… Gulp…”

“You’re a handful.”

“…Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Ah, what’s your overall evaluation rank?”

Hena hesitated before saying shyly.

“C-rank…”

…I need to raise that as soon as possible.

Break time had already ended while I was busy touching Hena’s breasts.

I went into class, but…

“Student, why are you dressed like that?”

“My clothes got dirty, so I washed them. I apologize.”

“Take your seat.”

[Kim Sang-hyeok]

[Improper Attire – 1 Demerit Point]

[Accumulated Demerits – 102 Points]

…….

Other than the demerit, nothing much happened.

The lesson content felt like something I should know, yet it was all hazy.

The class was conducted under the assumption that everyone already knew keywords like 「Dungeon」, 「Magical Beast」, and 「Hunter」, so my head was just filled with a growing pile of speculation.

In the first place, I knew far too little about this game.

Including why the title is 「My Onahole Academy」.

Because it treats women as simple onaholes? Judging by En’s words and actions, that seemed like the most plausible explanation.

Honestly, what do onaholes have to do with anything?

If I keep playing the protagonist like this, won’t the ‘Onahole’ part disappear and it’ll just become 「My Academy」?

The thought of En’s crying face brought a brief moment of satisfaction.

[You have awakened the Unique Talent 『Onahole Collector』!]

I was once again reminded that 「Ona-Aka」 was no ordinary eroge.

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Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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