Chapter 8: I Became the Academy’s Onahole Man! [R-18]

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– Hey, who’s that?

– I dunno, but he’s seriously hot.

– OMG, he’s so fucking handsome.

– Somebody ask for his name, hurry hurry hurry. Is he a transfer student??

– Isn’t that Kim Sang-hyeok? Seeing as he’s with Hena.

– That’s Kim Sang-hyeok? What the hell happened to him?

The Essol Academy 2-F girls’ group chat was in an uproar.

The appearance of the new Sang-hyeok, so transformed that some mistook him for a transfer student, was the hottest topic among the female students.

Girls from the next class over, and even the class next to that, came just to get a look at his face.

Though they all pretended to be uninterested, feigning aloofness, they had already scanned him from head to toe out of the corners of their eyes.

– Wow, fuck, I wanna lick him from his forehead to his collarbones, slurp slurp.

– Isn’t he an unawakened D-rank?

– I don’t give a shit. If he asked me to, I’d totally let him sponge off me.

– You think he’d let you sponge off him? lol. An SS-rank hunter will probably snatch him up and worship him.

Yuuna sighed as she read the group chat.

This was hardly the kind of dignified conversation she expected from students of a prestigious academy.

They were young men and women in the prime of their lives, receiving hunter training at the academy. Good-looking people drew attention wherever they went.

Yuuna herself wasn’t chattering away crudely, but still.

It was undeniable that her gaze was stolen by the male student who had just barged in without even wearing his uniform.

He was handsome. Insanely handsome. She was confident her heart would stop if their eyes met.

Even though his clothes were just thrown on, you could tell at a glance that he had a great body.

Ah, no. Don’t stare. I’m not a pervert.

Everyone was just waiting for an opening.

A chance to brush past Sang-hyeok, a chance to talk to Sang-hyeok, a chance to get involved with Sang-hyeok.

If he were a transfer student, it would have been easier to go up and strike up a conversation.

But he was so handsome it was hard to approach him.

Hena, chatting with him as if they were close, seemed like the most special person in the entire classroom.

Are they dating?

It felt like Sang-hyeok was taking care of Hena, but it didn’t seem like they were in a relationship.

Yuuna was already imagining herself by his side, taking care of him.

Sang-hyeok had already become the boyfriend in everyone’s fantasies.

Hmph.

It was then.

During class, the “Light of Awakening” enveloped Sang-hyeok.

Talent awakenings often happened suddenly. It was a joyous occasion.

Even the teacher paused the lesson to watch.

“Student Sang-hyeok. Congratulations.”

Is this my chance?

The moment that thought crossed Yuuna’s mind, the other students swarmed around Sang-hyeok.

It was astonishing how many of them had been lying in wait.

“Wow! Congratulations!”

“What’s your talent? I’m so curious.”

“Tell us!”

I want to make an impression, too…

Yuuna could only watch with a sense of regret.

Her seat was too far. She was in the first seat by the window, but Sang-hyeok was in the second-to-last seat near the classroom entrance on the right, right in front of Hena.

“Onahole Collector?”

“What kind of talent is Onahole Collector?”

“A talent like this actually exists?”

“That’s fucking awesome, holy shit!”

“Onahole Man! Onahole Man!”

Suddenly, the classroom erupted with talk of Sang-hyeok’s talent.

Onahole? What’s an onahole?

“What a fucking stupid talent. You gonna be a future adult shop owner?”

Dihrit Ade, a student from the same class, sneered.

Sang-hyeok was smiling awkwardly, but the atmosphere suddenly turned frigid.

“Hey, what the… you don’t have to go that far.”

“Ah, sorry if I offended you. I’m just the type of person who says whatever comes to mind.”

Dihrit Ade.

He was from a prestigious noble family of mages and possessed the “Fire” element, one of the top-tier elemental talents.

He clearly didn’t like Sang-hyeok, and he continued his taunts with a serpentine smile.

“You’re really gonna have it tough, huh? A D-rank with a non-combat talent. And it’s Onahole Collector, of all things. Wow. Your life is completely over.”

“Hey!”

Yuuna didn’t hold back.

Though she had been listening from her seat far away, she was the first to step in.

“Who are you to look down on a non-combat talent? He could become a great artisan, you know?”

“A great onahole artisan?”

“Yeah! So what? What’s wrong with that?”

“Yuuna…”

The other girls tried to stop her, but Yuuna wouldn’t be deterred.

It was obvious who the bad guy was in this situation!

At times like this, the F-class president, Nakamori Yuuna, did not hold back.

“A B-rank hunter bitch like you should know her place before butting in.”

“Even a B-rank hunter bitch knows that hunters who disrespect artisans die early.”

“So what, if he made you an onahole, would you use it?”

There was only one thing Yuuna knew for sure right now.

I refuse to lose a war of words with this asshole!

“Yes!”

Yuuna puffed out her large chest and declared proudly.

“If Sang-hyeok makes a great onahole, I’ll use it! What’s the big deal?”

“Pfft, pffft!”

Dihrit and his cronies burst out laughing.

“Puhahaha!”

“Ahahaha, holy shit. A legendary couple is born.”

“First Onahole Man, now Onahole Princess?”

“She said she’d use an onahole herself. Damn. That’s amazing.”

“It’s pretty wild for a girl to use one of those.”

…Was it something girls couldn’t use?

“Whatever! The subject of onaholes isn’t something to make fun of! Teacher, please say something.”

Yuuna’s tone was weakening.

Her eyes met Sang-hyeok’s. Did she make a mistake?

“Yuuna, Student Sang-hyeok. Do you two know what an onahole is?”

“Yes,” Sang-hyeok said calmly.

“It’s a male masturbatory device.”

Yuuna gasped. Dihrit’s gang was on the verge of passing out from laughter.

Realizing the truth, Yuuna stumbled backward.

“That… that kind of thing.”

A talent, Onahole Collector.

“Why would you collect something like that!”

Her cheeks flushed bright red, Yuuna bolted from the classroom.

“Ahahaha!”

“There goes the Onahole Princess.”

That was the moment Yuuna’s new nickname became Onahole Princess.

*

It was completely out of the blue, but I had become the academy’s Onahole Man.

I, Kim Sang-hyeok, had just officially confirmed my status as the protagonist of the goddess-certified 「My Onahole Academy」.

“Wow! Congratulations!”

“What’s your talent? I’m so curious.”

“Tell us!”

Everyone seemed to know what had happened, so I couldn’t lie my way out of it.

After a moment’s hesitation, I said what I had seen.

“Onahole Collector.”

A female student who didn’t know what an “onahole” was repeated after me.

The boys started murmuring.

A moment later, the classroom was turned upside down.

“Onahole Collector?”

“What kind of talent is Onahole Collector?”

“A talent like this actually exists?”

“That’s fucking awesome, holy shit!”

“Onahole Man! Onahole Man!”

I’m screwed.

I was smiling on the outside, but my mental state was severely shaken.

My first goal had been to get a respectable job that wasn’t lame.

But with a talent like Onahole Collector…

Getting a job that my two younger sisters and future wife could be proud of felt like an impossibly difficult task.

What kind of good-hearted woman would even deign to speak with an Onahole Man?

Just then.

“Who are you to look down on a non-combat talent? He could become a great artisan, you know?”

A female student who was blindly defending me caught my eye.

Judging by her face, she was 100% a heroine. Her brown hair and blue eyes gave her a somewhat plain feeling.

But “plain” was sometimes just another word for “exceptionally pretty.” Especially in a world like this, inside an eroge.

“So what, if he made you an onahole, would you use it?”

Her thick eyebrows were filled with a sense of justice and meddlesomeness as she continued forcefully.

“If Sang-hyeok makes a great onahole, I’ll use it! What’s the big deal?”

She has no idea what an onahole is.

Her intentions were good, but because she’d aimed her attack at the wrong target, the argument had flown off in a completely bizarre direction.

Cute.

Our eyes met.

Her clear blue eyes seemed to shout, “I’ll protect you! Don’t worry!”

This misunderstanding was unfortunate, but she was an incredibly endearing girl.

“Yuuna, Student Sang-hyeok. Do you two know what an onahole is?”

“Yes.”

Since Hena was also tugging at my collar, asking, “What’s an onahole?” I just decided to come out with it.

“It’s a male masturbatory device.”

The teacher projected a sample with a hologram for us to see.

Pink silicone, trembling and jiggling like jelly.

Though it was slightly pixelated, its purpose was easy to guess from its shape, which was modeled after the female anatomy.

Jiggle, jiggle.

“This is an onahole.”

The holographic onahole quivered and jiggled in response to the teacher’s touch.

For the girl who had stood up for me, the explanation was brutally detailed.

“Kyaaak…!”

“Kyaa!!”

The girls of Class F let out demure screams, as if they had no idea.

You’re all old enough to know. You guys too…

Amidst the chaos.

“It looks cute~.”

Even after seeing it, Hena’s reaction suggested she truly didn’t know its real purpose.

…This one’s the real deal. A textbook airhead.

“Why would you collect something like that!”

Unable to bear the public humiliation, the girl ran out.

…She’s going to be kicking her blankets over that for a while.

So what am I? A future adult shop owner for real?

“The skills that derive from a talent are just as important as the talent itself, Student Sang-hyeok.”

“What kind of skills could derive from Onahole Collector?”

“Hmm, typically, collector-type talents develop along the lines of identifying good materials, discovering the hidden abilities of those materials, and enhancing them.”

I see.

To summarize…

“Are you saying I can identify good onaholes, discover their hidden abilities, and enhance them?”

“That’s right.”

The teacher wasn’t smiling.

He probably wasn’t showing me the onahole as a joke.

“A talent has a huge impact on a person’s future career choices. It would be wise for you to think carefully about your role here at the academy.”

“Yes…”

“Alright. Everyone, back to your seats.”

The students were laughing foolishly, but because this talent was my new reality, the teacher was the only one explaining it seriously.

I guess that’s how momentous a talent awakening is for an academy student.

Enough to determine the rest of your life…

“Sang-hyeok?”

Hena called my name, looking worried.

Did I have a bad expression on my face?

[Skill 『Onahole Aptitude Analysis』 Acquired!]

[Hena Isis]
[Conquest Difficulty – None] [Onahole Aptitude: SS-rank]
[Virgin] [Underwear – Sexy mint-colored lace underwear set]
[Onahole Trait (★) – A fucking pervert body that doesn’t allow semen to build up in the balls]
[The one and only childhood friend onahole who always stayed by Kim Sang-hyeok’s side despite his wicked pranks. Her sensual body and sturdy thighs are superb. Possesses unrivaled, king-sized jugs.]

“Are you okay? Want to touch my breasts during break time?”

“I told you not to say that.”

“……It’s just, you look like you have no energy…”

…I guess I looked pretty energetic when I was touching her breasts.

“It’s because I haven’t eaten. Let’s get lunch together later.”

Hena blushed shyly and covered her chest.

“Um, the baby’s food… isn’t ready yet……. I’ll try my best…”

“……”

Not that kind of food…

My head is spinning.

Is it really okay for me to keep playing this game?

*

Lunchtime.

I went to the cafeteria with Hena and waited for my turn behind the students lined up at the kiosk.

“Is that him?”

“The second-year Onahole Man.”

“What a great hero.”

I was already getting a taste of fame.

So you use your student ID like a debit card?

Beep.

[Student ID function has been suspended. Please contact the Student Council.]

Beep.

[Student ID function has been suspended. Please contact the Student Council.]

Excuse me, Madam President? The ban hasn’t been lifted?

Am I going to starve?

Beep.

[Hena · C-rank. Authentication complete.]

“Hena?”

My savior, Hena, slipped out from under me, scanned her card, and handed it to me.

“This…”

“Can I use it?”

“This time, you have to return it within two weeks…?”

“……One meal is enough.”

I really don’t understand why the original me would resort to extorting money from Hena when he had plenty of other things to bully her with.

The eroge is the eroge, and I am me.

The thought that I needed to find a way to make money struck me at that moment.

“I’ll have… udon…”

Standing next to Hena, I caught a pleasant scent.

Mixed with the faint smell of shampoo… should I call it the scent of her skin? I wanted to keep smelling it.

On top of that, the more I looked at Hena, the prettier she was. It was a shame she covered her eyes with her bangs.

‘…….’

Underwear.

I had the illusion that I could see the mint-colored bra Hena was wearing today through her uniform.

…Get a grip.

Hena’s defenselessness was not good for my mental health.

Especially for a healthy body that got fully erect at the slightest opportunity.

“Your order is different from usual… huh?”

“My tastes have changed.”

Hena chose udon, and I picked the tonkatsu set.

The total came to 5 Coins. It seemed to be the currency of this world.

“Here, have a piece of tonkatsu.”

“I-It’s okay.”

“It’s to thank you. I’ll be sure to pay you back for the meal later.”

“Friends don’t have to pay back money they borrow……”

Hena…

“Is what you always said, Sang-hyeok…”

…….

(While borrowing a friend’s money) It’s fine, we’re friends, you don’t have to pay it back!

So I was a complete and utter bastard, huh?

“There are also friendships where giving and receiving needs to be clear. I’ll definitely pay you back.”

“…In that case.”

Hena divided her udon into a small side bowl and handed it to me.

“Here…”

To think he’d do that to such a kind-hearted girl.

It was a moment where I felt it was truly a shame that the game had no choice but to describe her as a “fucking pervert body that does something with semen.”

“Ah. Hena, do you happen to know my phone’s lock pattern?”

To learn about this world, a phone was obviously the fastest way.

Hena, who had been slurping her udon, looked up and paused as if choosing her words.

“I forgot my pattern.”

“Let me try.”

Oh, it’s unlocked. Childhood friends are amazing!

[Stella]
– Hey, you retard.

[Stella]
– What the hell are you doing at school?

[Stella]
– Onahole? What’s this nonsense now?

The first thing I saw was a pop-up notification of a murderous text from my little sister (the blonde one).

News travels fast…

I should probably reply.

– It’s my talent. Onahole Collector.

Oh. She read it in one second.

[Stella]
– You’re so fucking embarrassing, just die.

…I really need to establish some discipline at home.

It’s not going to be easy.

– You shouldn’t talk to your older brother like that.

I tried teaching her again with polite words.

[Stella]
– You’re only an older brother if you act like one. Don’t come home. I’ll kill you if you do.

[Stella]
– Hey retard, why aren’t you answering? I said I’ll kill you if you come in. I’m not kidding.

…What on earth did the original Sang-hyeok do to make her so desperate to kill her own brother?

This hatred I could feel even through the text messages was real. It didn’t seem like something I could resolve as easily as the incident with the Student Council President.

I think it would be better to meet her and talk face-to-face.

“Sang-hyeok. Here.”

“Hm?”

Hena, having finished her meal, came back with a cup of water for me.

“Thanks.”

[Serena]
– (Photo of her pulling down her uniform to reveal a hint of cleavage) Cheer up, Oppa ♡

“Pfft!!”

This isn’t what I meant by wanting them to follow me…

My sisters know no middle ground.

Essol Academy App?

In the afternoon, I focused on investigating the academy app.

There was an anonymous community available to all enrolled students. An ‘anonymous forum.’

So this is how the rumors spread.

– Second-year Onahole Man spotted in the cafeteria
– Wow, he’s so fucking hot…
– From today on, my dream is to be an onahole, Oppa!!
– Isn’t he insane? So handsome.
– What’s an onahole??
– ㄴIf you don’t know, search it up ㅎㅎ

This forum seemed to have no censorship, as the content was quite explicit.

– Onahole Princess Yuuna
– She killed it
– Why do these comments stink so bad?
– D-rank roaches are so gross
– ㄴIsn’t that because you’re a D-rank slut?

…Onahole Princess.

It seemed that was Yuuna’s new nickname. With around 300 upvotes, it was already a trend.

She probably won’t even come near me for a while.

No, with a nickname like Onahole Princess attached to a female student, I’d be lucky if she didn’t take a leave of absence.

But shattering my expectations…

“…Let’s talk for a bit on the way.”

After school.

Onahole Princess Yuuna spoke as she loaded her bag onto the back of my bicycle.

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Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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