Chapter 18: Chapter 21 – Personality Disposal Smash

At the entrance of Ero Academy.

A group of cute female students, who appear to be freshmen, has gathered and is chattering excitedly.

'What's going on?'

"Ah! There he is!"

"We found him!"

"Wow!"

'Really, what's happening?'

How many men would think, when told that a crowd of female students is concentrated at the school entrance, that it's solely because of them? I was quite flustered when I was suddenly surrounded by these rabbit-like young women.

Is it because I'm the academy's top jester, known as "Onahole Man"?

The atmosphere seems too pleasant for that.

There was only one reason they were gathered.

"Oppa! You're so handsome!"

"Kyaa!"

"Can I take a picture? A photo?"

"Oppa, you're so tall!"

"Handsome!"

"Give me your number, please. Your number!"

Giggling. Giggling.

I'm at a loss amid the throng of female students.

In my confusion, these young women, whose faces and names I don't even know, cling to me.

Slyly embracing, groping chests, holding hands...

It's blatant sexual harassment.

I need to speak up firmly.

"Ah, line up. We'll take the photos one by one."

"Kyaa~! Yes!!"

Did you see? My incredible taming prowess.

With just a single word, I had the female students under my control. A face like mine doesn't need a hypnosis app.

'I'm drained...'

It had already been 30 minutes since I took photos of the female students for Dunstar and returned to the locker room.

But there, she stood.

"Sang-hyuk... Hi..."

In a different sense, there stood the black-haired, buxom female student who was the ultimate sucker for energy.

She was the opposite of noisy—very quiet and timid, as if she would do anything I asked of her.

Her carefully clasped hands, standing straight with her waist aligned and her large breasts pushed forward, made her appearance absolutely devastating.

"...Hi, Henna."

"Me too..."

"You want a photo too? A picture?"

She nodded.

Of course. With looks like mine, I should also do my part for the greater good.

"Come on. Come closer."

"I don't know how to take pictures."

"I'll take it for you. Just open the camera app here."

I adjusted my height to match the shy Henna and snapped the photo.

A timid V made with her fingers caught my eye in the corner of the picture.

"Huh? You haven't saved my number?"

"I got the phone yesterday."

"Yesterday?"

She hadn't owned a smartphone until now; perhaps her family was strict? Without much thought, I entered my number.

"This is my number."

"Can I contact you?"

"Of course."

Henna excitedly fidgeted, alternating her gaze between the smartphone screen and my face.

"Thank you. I'll definitely get in touch."

"Would you mind taking a photo of your breasts after a bath as a thank-you?"

"..."

"...I'm joking."

I shouldn't tease Henna like this. Her eye-catching breasts were already on my mind, which led to my careless remark.

"Should I take the photo?"

"Don't. If something goes wrong, your personal details might spread across the Internet."

She flinched! Henna trembled as if she were a pudding caught in an earthquake.

"So, what would happen then?"

"What do you mean? Didn't you just see it? Instead of female students, suspicious men would swarm in, and a fan handshake event would take place."

"Yikes! I don't want that."

"You don't, huh?"

"I don't like anyone other than Sang-hyuk."

"..."

Why did she have to make an exception for me? It made my heart flutter.

Henna bashfully twisted her waist.

"Do I have to be the only one to see it?"

"No, I said not to take pictures."

"Ah. It's not allowed between friends, right?"

That's right, it's not allowed between friends.

I thought to myself that this was quite an academy-like event.

In our world, there are also mock exams in which young students compete for scores in core subjects, aiming for the best universities.

There's hardly any similarity, except that the highs and lows depend on the scores.

In terms of enjoyment, the Scarecrow Measurement seemed far more interesting.

"Have both of you practiced a bit?"

Yuuna approached us out of the blue.

As class hasn't begun yet, I borrow an empty chair, placing it next to Henna's desk before sitting down.

Wasn't her seat quite far away?

"I only found out about that today."

"You should have marked it on your calendar. It's counted in the first semester evaluation."

These were words one would expect from an exemplary student.

Yuuna Nakamori looks at me and smiles brightly. I felt a slight flutter.

The experience of having such a beautiful girl clearly wanting to be close to me and approaching me first is quite refreshing for me.

"Don't worry. I, Yuuna-sensei, am here to teach you the ropes."

"Indeed. I trust only you, Yuuna-sensei."

"I trust...you."

Henna chimes in after me.

Yuuna speaks with a satisfied smile.

"When striking a scarecrow, distributing your stamina is crucial. Since the scarecrow offers no resistance, there's a high possibility of overexertion."

"But isn't it right to use all your energy?"

"You have to be cautious since it's measured by time intervals."

"Oh."

According to Yuuna's words,

The measurement of endurance with the scarecrow challenge was divided into three intervals: 6 seconds, 30 seconds, and 2 minutes, after which a comprehensive evaluation was made. If one exerted too little effort at the beginning, they would be gasping for breath during the final 2-minute interval.

I wasn't sure if this applied to me, as my attack skills were limited to personality expulsion and Yaksha assault. Regardless, if one were to simply swing their fist with all their might for two minutes, using their body without any gaps, they would need to be cautious not to disrupt their breathing.

This was even more crucial when employing skills.

"It's helpful," I said.

"Sang-hyuk, since you gained some strength from clearing the dungeon yesterday, isn't it worth aiming for a C-rank promotion during the next comprehensive evaluation?" Yuuna asked.

"Is C-rank the standard for second-year students?"

"Yes. It's quite rare to see a D-rank. But now, it's like you've blossomed. No one knows where your peak may be."

"Right. I want to grow well and become a hunter."

The moment I finished speaking, the Deherit gang, who had apparently been eavesdropping, burst into raucous laughter.

"Hahaha!"

"..."

Yuuna glared at them with piercing intensity.

"What's so funny?"

"No, they were fooling around in pairs. Hunters will do anything."

This person must be Deherit Ade.

She wore an earring in just one ear, her eyes drooping lazily. Her mouth remained twisted in a sneer directed at me.

For some reason, she genuinely despised me.

With her sleeves rolled up, revealing tattoos, she seemed intimidating; if I were my old self, I'd have been too afraid to even make eye contact.

To be honest, I still didn't want to associate with her.

"What about Sang-hyuk? He's got talent, right?"

"The talent of 'Onahole Collecting,' no doubt!"

Deherit's gang snickered in unison.

"He must be the best at jerking off alone. Seriously."

"Snicker snicker."

"Did you really decide to become the Onahole Princess and support him, Yuuna?"

"..."

The blatant teasing caused Yuuna's cheeks to redden.

If they kept mentioning my vulgar talent and the onahole, there was no way Yuuna, a female student, could win with words.

"Kim Sang-hyuk, drop out quickly and find some workshop jobs."

Deherit approached me and placed her hand on my shoulder.

"The desperate hunters in need of your Onahole will surely form a queue."

I brushed off Deherit's hand.

"Oh? Even an Onahole collector resists when stepped on?"

"Don't touch me."

At my words, the atmosphere in the classroom grew tense, as if a fight was about to begin.

"I don't have many clothes, so I can't afford to get them dirty."

"I see. Well..."

Deherit patted my shoulder with her hand.

"Before I drop out, I should at least find Gao. If I manage to get a double-digit score, I'll go home and look for my mother."

"Hehehe."

The score... In the end, is that what truly matters?

This time, let's aim for a high score, shall we?

A short while later, at the indoor training ground,.

The fateful straw-dummy measurement commenced.

Take this!

"Personality Expulsion Smash!!!"

My finishing move roared.

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