episode_0002

Rolling recruitment A2 selection.

As Finn said, it was an accurate expression to say that it was the epitome of selecting a ‘special human being’. Of course, that was different from the rhetoric that One Piece was about your love and friendship, or that everyone actually believed in Naruto.

Unlike A3, which calculates scores based on an ordinary human applicant’s school grades, social background, and contributions (bribes) to the foundation, A2 only requires the applicant’s ‘specialness’.

For example, being able to start a fire in the air, being able to move objects without touching them, or being able to double jump.

The A1 model, which accounts for most of the new students at Labyrinth Academy, is open to people of different races, such as Finn, while the A2 model is for ‘exceptional humans’.

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‘Don’t give up on yourself.’ After hearing this, I did well on the mock exam, but my grades were not top-notch, but I was an outstanding student who was ranked first in the entire school.

I won’t boast that I’m smart, but of course my desk-bound, study-obsessive nature helped me in some ways. My physical education grades, which were not reflected in the entrance exam, were so miserable that I hit rock bottom.

So, even though A3 was in fact a window created by high-ranking human women to enter the Young Ae Academy, the direction was taken as ‘Why not apply?’

I somehow raised my mock test score, which was mediocre, and met the minimum grade of the academic ability test required for the A3 screening process.

The problem was that on the day of submitting the application for A3, the teacher, who had drunk two bottles of whiskey at a company dinner the night before, missed the click and submitted the application to A2.

Of course, it was an accident that could have caused me to get my ass kicked in all directions, so the teacher was putting pressure on my neck right before she told me that I had passed that morning.

I didn’t know the difference between A3 and A2 until after I passed the exam.

“Phihahahaha! What is that!” When Finn heard this story, he burst out laughing. The truck shaking on the unpaved mountain road felt as if it was being shaken by Finn’s laughter.

“Uh… … eww… … .”

“Penny, I knew you were smart, but you seem to be a bit goofy.”

“Well, really… … ! I just did what the teacher told me to do!”

“Ahaha, but it’s a matter of life and it’s too rough!”

Finn’s breath is literally dragon breath. Although there was a strange smell of gunpowder somewhere, it felt as if it had been forcibly adjusted so that the smell of gunpowder did not cause physiological discomfort.

Of course, it is biofuel that is secreted 24 hours a day, so it should not feel unpleasant. If they thought butane gas came out of their nostrils, that species would have all committed suicide and gone extinct a long time ago.

Maybe that’s why the breath felt like a unique spice perfume or a somewhat exotic aroma… … .

Finn’s smiling face, with his arms around his shoulders without any sense of distance, was close to my cheek… … .

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Back to the typical story.

Given the conditions, there were a lot of thoughtless applicants who wrote down their trivial talents as special and took the exam.

▶ I have a more compassionate and warm heart than anyone else! Even in the middle of summer, I volunteer to deliver briquettes to shantytowns without stopping…

▶ I am stronger and more determined than anyone else! This is my 5th attempt at entering the private Labyrinth Academy…

Something like this. Of course, they were all eliminated, and in case 2, unfortunately, they ended up making 6 moves. To pass A2, you first had to be human but not human.

In my case, well… … . Is there anything special about it other than knowing more than 100 types of fish? I didn’t even need to think about it until I wrote the application.

Private Labyrinth Academy Admission Application Form

Name: Penelope “Penny” Dickens

Date of birth: 70○○. 11. 11.

gender:

Selection: □ A1 □ A2 ▣ A3

Anyway, it’s okay if it happens, but if it doesn’t happen, it’s okay. I was curious as to why gender information was being requested since it was an academy for young women, but I wrote female in the gender column and wrote (futanari) in small brackets next to it.

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… … So it’s a crisis!

My dick feels like it’s going to explode!

You might think it’s an unladylike monologue, but saving face doesn’t make the 30cm long dragon wriggling between my thighs calm.

Except for the fact that I was a futanari, I was just an ordinary, plain girl, and I passed the A2 screening only because of that absurd gender called ‘futanari’.

The admissions officers must have thought this. A magistrate with a lion’s head. ‘What is this? Futanari? Is it Japanese?’

Then the eagle-headed assessor says, ‘It means a woman with a penis.’

Breaking the shocked silence of the office, the chicken-headed assessor speaks. ‘Let’s judge it in the interview first.’

“Really… … Still, I’m glad I met Penny. I want you to be my roommate, so I can take care of you and show you off.”

“Well, that’s right… … . But, Finn… … .”

“Do you mean that dormitory assignment is completely random? I know too. Still, as long as we’re all Gryffindors, what’s the point?”

Turning back the clock to recall the past, it is now the day of the decisive battle, the day of the interview.

Coincidentally, all of the underwear I usually wore was in the laundry bin, so I barely held back my embarrassment and headed to the interview wearing thin silk panties… … .

The act of wiggling her legs to avoid showing under her skirt had the opposite effect of strangely exposing the outline of her three thighs through her skirt.

My evaluator was better than the three evaluators combined.

said the lion head. ‘That’s typical of Ain… … ‘You passed A2, right?’

said the eagle head. ‘If you look at its power alone, it’s safe to say it’s an outsider.’

The problem is that the silk panties I was wearing then are the same underwear I am wearing now. Fortunately, unlike back then, what I was wearing was wide-legged cargo pants, but if I accidentally bumped into a pillar, I would be immediately taken to heaven.

I decide to calmly assess the situation. Which leg did you put it in? It’s on the right. Which side is Finn sitting on? regret. It’s on the right.

I naturally lowered my right arm just enough so as not to block the pin, and suppressed the wriggling brain clinging to my right thigh. I think this alone will last for a while.

Of course, if a situation arises where Ddoldtoli is in trouble, the situation is not very hopeful. The wide open ocean stretches for 13km. No, it’s not that bad, but there’s no way to hide it anyway.

Still, if you keep calm as much as possible, you won’t have to show what a real dragon is in front of a precious friend you just made… … .

The truck is on the road and running towards its destination at full speed. Rattling, rattling, rattling, rattling.

What?

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Speaking of futanari, a futanari woman is a woman. Contrary to your prejudices, she is a woman who likes literature, cute things, and sweet things.

Naturally, they dream of falling in love with a prince riding a white horse in a fairy tale, and sometimes they dream of becoming a wise mother and good wife, and their sexual orientation is mostly heterosexual, which is extremely common.

Of course, there are times when I get stimulated without knowing when I touch the same woman, but it’s not strange because basically every woman has her own little lesbian in her heart.

The problem is that even the lower-ranking brats have free will.

Due to the instincts of ‘mating’ and ‘breeding’, which exist on a completely different level from simple internal orientation or preference, the size of the dog often flows in a direction that I cannot control at all. Especially when you are energetic.

I think everyone would agree with the proverb, “The brain is in the dick.”

So Finn and I, during a cold winter break, sharing the same lap blanket, hugging so close that we could almost touch each other’s chins, in a bumpy truck for hours!!

This isn’t because I’m a lesbian, or because I’m a lesbian and I’m a super badass who never had contact with the opposite sex or the same sex during my entire school days! Finn is cute, but he’s cute as a friend!

This is Finn’s egg chest… … The dick is just reacting by jerking as a physiological response to the extremely physical stimulation of being repeatedly touched by my elbow!

Compared to your prejudice that most futanaris are crazy, horny dog perverts whose blood rushes to the dick and stops other brain functions other than sexual desire, I don’t tend to masturbate that much.

But rather, because of that, my alter ego, which had been quiet and showed only slight twitches even in sensual scenes in literature, was swollen to the highest degree since winter break and was about to explode.

“Uh… … eww… … But I’m curious, you know… … .”

I struggled to change the topic. Silence meant that Finn would turn his attention elsewhere, and if he did that, there was an infinitely higher chance that he would find out what was going on underneath me.

“Huh?”

“Why were they asked about gender when applying for an academy that only women can enter?”

“Um… … That’s so that if a boy submits an application, he will be rejected.”

Oh, that’s the truth. “Does Penny have a boyfriend?” Finn then asks. Why does the story suddenly go that way? It can’t be possible.

But thanks to you, I calmed down a little. Surprisingly, by having a bit of wise man time talking about the boyfriend she had never had in her life, the effect was similar to singing the national anthem in full.

“Haha, I’m not at all… … . I read novels at the library all year round, but there is no shortage of them. How about a pin?”

Did you think I didn’t expect you to ask me back? Finn’s face turns red, although not as much as his tail scales. Yes, Pindo was actually just imitating an insider talk he picked up somewhere.

“Me too… … That can’t be possible, you idiot.” Finn lowered his head and lightly hit my forehead with his horn. “Sa… … Actually, you’re the first friend I’ve ever had this conversation with.”

I sensed something was wrong. As the story turned to Finn being cute again, my lower body started to react.

A slippery, blunt texture passes by the glans. It is the feeling of the penis swelling inside the foreskin and the glans brushing the mucous membrane inside the foreskin.

‘Please stop,’ he desperately shouted to himself, but soon the tip of his foreskin opened, and a spicy smell, not the cinnamon-scented Dragon Diesel, wafted from the corner of Finn’s mouth.

Futanari are a truly amazing race. This is because when a female smells the scent coming out of her cock, that smell switches on the female and makes her even more horny.

Just the fact that I had an erection with the pin next to me made my dick swell uncontrollably.

“Well, that’s right… … . Me too… … .”

“Really? Thank goodness.”

At the same time, a warm sensation spreads to the tip of the glans. I know what this is. The panties have already been pulled down a long time ago, and it feels like Cooper fluid is seeping out from the tip of the glans that touches the inside of the pants and spreading around.

Now there is nothing I can do. The only thing that can save me from now on is Finn’s insensitivity.

If there’s a silver lining, it’s that Finn has never had a boyfriend, so even if he senses pheromones, there’s a good chance he won’t notice… … Is it to that extent?

Uuuu.

… … What is it? It looks like the egg just started shining brightly. I think it also made a vibrating sound. Is it because of my mood?

I feel like my dick is starting to hurt, perhaps because I pressed too hard earlier. I had an erection for over an hour, and when I thought it would subside, I got excited again, so it was natural to feel tired. This is penance.

“Hmm, how long is left until arrival… … ” Move your hand away with the intention of adjusting your posture, even if just for a moment.

However, the feeling of being strongly squeezed around the glans does not go away.

Embarrassed, I glance towards my lower body.

… … Finn must have thought, holding on to my knees.

It’s not a knee, that’s it.

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The brave man who lost one eye got out of the front seat, opened the luggage compartment door, and motioned for me to get out. I stood up holding the box and jumped out of the truck without putting it down.

A dormitory building at the private Labyrinth Academy. Where my life will unfold for the next three years. New students who appear to be from all over the place are looking at the bulletin board in the square, looking for their names.

“What room is it? hmm… … penny? Where?! Don’t you check the room!?”

Do you think I have time to worry about that? “I’ll go to the bathroom!”

“Holding that?!”

There are times when humans display extreme mental strength and superhuman strength in the face of a major life-threatening crisis. And most of that energy is wasted in rushing to find a bathroom.

I stormed into an academy dormitory building I had never seen before, took the shortest route to the bathroom, and locked myself in the toilet stall.

Because I had to provide an essential happy time to Juji, who was soaring as if he was going to hit me on the chin as soon as I pulled down my pants.