ERO ACADEMY

"Hey, who is that guy?"

"No clue, but he's seriously amazing."

"Damn, he's so handsome."

"Can someone please ask his name? Is he a transfer student??"

"Isn't that Kim Sang-hyuk? He's with Henna, after all."

"Wait, that's Kim Sang-hyuk? What on earth happened to him?"

The 2-F girls' group chat at Ethol Academy was buzzing with excitement. Sang-hyuk's transformation was such a hot topic among the female students that they thought he might be a new transfer student. Girls from the neighboring classes and even further away came to catch a glimpse of Sang-hyuk's face.

Though they pretended not to be interested in Sang-hyuk, wearing innocent expressions, their eyes had already scanned him from head to toe.

"Ugh, I really want to lick him from his forehead all the way down to his collarbone."

"Isn't he a Grade D No-Awakening? That guy?"

"I don't know, but I'd totally be his 'fangirl' if he'd let me."

"Like he would let you! Looks like an SS-rank Huntress will snatch him up like a stray dog."

Yuuna sighed as she read through the group chat's content.

It didn't seem like a proper conversation one would expect among female students from a prestigious academy.
Young men and women, full of vigor, receiving hunter education at the academy. Beautiful and handsome individuals always draw attention, no matter where they go.

Yuuna didn't speak crudely, but still.
It was undeniable that the presence of a male student who had entered without wearing the uniform was capturing her attention.
He was handsome. Incredibly handsome. She felt as if she might have a heart attack if they were to lock eyes.

He had dressed carelessly, but his well-toned body was evident at a glance.

'Ah, no. Don't steal glances. I'm not a pervert.'

Everyone was merely waiting for an opportunity.
A chance to brush past Sang-hyuk, a chance to speak with Sang-hyuk, a chance to become entwined with Sang-hyuk.
If she were a transfer student, she would at least try to strike up a conversation.

He was so handsome that it was difficult to approach him.
Only Henna, who appeared to be talking to him as if they were close, seemed to be the most special individual in this classroom.

'Is he dating Henna?'

Although she felt that Sang-hyuk was looking after Henna, it didn't seem like they were a couple.
Yuuna already imagined herself standing by his side, caring for him.

Sang-hyuk had already become everyone's imaginary boyfriend.

'Hmm.'

It was at that moment.
During class, the "Light of Awakening" enveloped Sang-hyuk.
The awakening of talents often happens abruptly. It was a significant event.
The teacher paused the class for a moment and looked on.

"Congratulations, Sang-hyuk."

'Is it happening now?'

At the moment Yuuna thought that,
the academy students swarmed around Sang-hyuk.
It was astounding how many of them had been eagerly waiting.

"Wow! Congratulations!"
"What kind of talent do you have? I'm curious."
"Tell us!"

'I want to put my stamp on his face too…'

Yuuna could only feel regret.
Their seats were far apart. Yuuna's seat was the first one by the window,
but Sang-hyuk's was the second from the back, near the right-side classroom entrance. It was right in front of Henna.

"An Onahole collector?"
"What kind of talent is being an Onahole collector?"
"Does such talent actually exist?"
"That's amazing. Damn!"
"Onahole man! Onahole man!"

Suddenly, the chatter about Sang-hyuk's talent grew loud and animated.

'Onahole? What is an Onahole?'

"That's such a ludicrous talent. Are you destined to be a future adult shop owner?"

Deherit Ade, who attended the same class, laughed mockingly.
Sang-hyuk smiled awkwardly, but the atmosphere suddenly grew tense.

"Hey, what's with that… there's no need to go that far."
"Ah, I'm sorry if I offended you? I tend to speak my mind without a filter."

Deherit Ade was a magical aristocrat, possessing "Fire," one of the top elemental talents, and was highly regarded among his peers.
He continued to sneer, smiling with snake-like eyes as if he did not like Sang-hyuk.

"You must be really struggling, huh? D-class, non-combat type. On top of that, some kind of Onahole collector. Wow, your life must be completely ruined."
"Hey!"

Yuuna couldn't hold back any longer.
Although she had been sitting far away, listening to the conversation, she was the first to step forward.

"Who are you to belittle someone's non-combat talent? He could become a great craftsman, you know?"
"A great Onahole craftsman?"
"Yeah! So what? What's wrong with that?"
"Yuuna…"

The other female students tried to stop Yuuna, but she wouldn't be deterred.
It was clear who the real villain was in this situation!

During moments like this, Yuuna Nakamori, the class representative of Class F, could not bear it any longer.

"A B-class hunter gal shouldn't join us on this mission."
"You know, a hunter who disrespects a B-class hunter's expertise is likely to die early."
"Then, can you use it if he makes you an Onahole?"

Right now, there was only one thing Yuuna knew for certain.
She didn't want to lose an argument to this guy!

"Absolutely!"

Yuuna puffed out her ample chest and declared proudly.

"If Sang-hyuk makes an amazing Onahole, then I'll use it! What's there that I can't use?"
"Pfft, haha!"

Deherit and her gang started laughing uproariously.

"Hahaha!"
"Ugh, seriously. What an incredible couple they make."
"Is she the Onahole Princess after the Onahole Man?"
"She said she'd use the Onahole herself. Wow. That's impressive."
"Well, it would be quite a sight if a woman used it."

…Was it impossible for a woman to use it?

"Anyway, the topic of Onaholes is not a laughing matter! Teacher, please say something."

Yuuna's tone was growing weaker.
Her eyes met Sang-hyuk's. Had she made a mistake?

"Yuuna, Sang-hyuk. Do you both know what an Onahole is?"
"Yes."

Sang-hyuk replied calmly.

"It's a male masturbatory device."

Yuuna held her breath. The Deherit gang was on the verge of fainting from laughter. Realizing the truth, Yuuna stepped back.

"Oh, that sort of thing."

A talent, an Onahole collector.

"Why would you collect such a thing!"

Yuuna ran out of the classroom with her cheeks flushed red.

"Hahaha!"
"The Onahole Princess exits."

It was the moment when Yuuna's nickname became the Onahole Princess.

*

Out of the blue, I became the Academy's Onahole Man.
I, Kim Sang-hyuk, have just confirmed that I am the protagonist of the divine certification "OnaAka."

"Wow! Congratulations!"
"What kind of talent? I'm curious."
"Tell us!"

Everyone seemed to know what had happened, so there was no way to lie about it. I hesitated for a moment, but I spoke truthfully.

"Onahole collector."

A female student who doesn't know what an "Onahole" is repeats after me.
The men are stirring.

After a short while, the classroom erupted into chaos.

"An Onahole collector?"
"What kind of talent is being an Onahole collector?"
"Is this even a real talent?"
"Insane! Damn!"
"Onahole Man! Onahole Man!"

'I'm doomed.'

He appeared to be smiling on the outside, but inside his mind was in turmoil. His primary goal had been to secure a respectable job that wasn't demeaning. With a talent like being an Onahole collector, however, that seemed nearly impossible.

The prospect of having a job that his two younger sisters and future wife could be proud of now felt like an incredibly difficult task. What kind-hearted woman would even consider speaking with the Onahole Man? Just then,

"Who are you to belittle a non-combat talent? He could become an outstanding craftsman, you know?"

A female student who seemed to be defending him unconditionally caught his eye. Her face was undeniably that of a heroine – brown hair and blue eyes, giving off a somewhat modest vibe. However, 'modesty' was sometimes another word for 'extraordinarily beautiful,' especially in a world like this.

"So, if he makes an Onahole for you, would you be able to use it?"

With a sense of justice and determination etched in her thick eyebrows, she spoke with conviction.

"If Sang-hyuk creates an exceptional Onahole, I'll use it! What's there that I can't use?"

'She doesn't know what an Onahole is.'
Her intentions were good, but her confusion about the subject matter caused the argument to veer off course.
Adorable.

Our eyes met.
Clear blue eyes that seemed to shout, "I'll protect you! Don't worry!"
The misunderstanding was lamentable, yet she was utterly endearing.

"Yuuna, Sang-hyuk. Do both of you know what an Onahole is?"
"Yes."

Conveniently, Henna was also tugging at her collar, asking, "What is an Onahole?" So, I decided to explain it plainly.

"It's a male masturbatory device."

The teacher displayed a sample using a hologram for us to see.
A quivering pink silicone, reminiscent of jelly.
Although partially obscured by a mosaic effect, it was easy to deduce its purpose based on its design, which resembled female genitalia.

Quiver, quiver.

"This is an Onahole."

The holographic Onahole quivers under the teacher's touch.
It was a brutally comprehensive explanation for the girl who stepped in on my behalf.

"Kyaaaagh…!"
"Kya!!"

The female students of Class F let out anguished screams as if they were unaware.
They should be old enough to know all about it. Them too…
Meanwhile:

"It looks cute~."

Henna saw its appearance but her reaction seemed as if she didn't know its true purpose.
…She's genuinely clueless. A picture-perfect embodiment of innocence.

"Why would you collect such things!"

Unable to withstand the embarrassment, the female student stormed out.
…She'll be kicking her blanket in frustration for a while.
What am I? A future adult shop owner?

"As important as talent is the skill derived from that talent, Sang-hyuk."
"What skills could be derived from being an Onahole collector?"
"Hmm, usually, collection-oriented talents develop into a system that discerns high-quality materials or uncovers and strengthens abilities concealed within those materials."

Indeed.
In summary:

"Are you saying that you can identify a good Onahole, reveal the hidden abilities of the Onahole, and enhance the Onahole?"

"That's right."

The teacher doesn't laugh.
They surely didn't show the Onahole as a joke either.

"Talent greatly influences a person's future career choices. It would be wise to carefully consider your role at the Academy."
"Yes…"
"Now, everyone, please return to your seats."

The students laugh lightheartedly,
But this talent is a reality that has befallen me, and the teacher has earnestly imparted their knowledge to me.
For an Academy student, the awakening of one's talent is a momentous event.

To the extent of determining the course of my life…

"Sang-hyuk?"

Henna calls out to me with concern.
Did I look distressed?

[Skill "Onahole Aptitude Appraisal" acquired!]
[Henna Isis]
[Difficulty Level – None] [Onahole Aptitude SS Grade]
[Virgin] [Underwear – Sexy mint-colored lingerie set adorned with lace]
[Onahole Trait (★) – Depraved body that forbids the accumulation of semen in the balls]

[Despite Kim Sang-hyuk's mischievous pranks, his one and only childhood friend Onahole always stayed by his side. Her voluptuous figure and sturdy thighs were truly remarkable. She possessed an unrivaled, captivating charm.]

"Are you okay? Do you want me to touch your breasts during our break later?"
"I told you not to."
"…Somehow, you seem to be lacking energy…"

…She must have appeared quite spirited when I touched her breasts before.

"It's because I haven't eaten. Let's have a meal together later."

Henna blushed shyly and covered her chest.

"That, baby food… it's not ready yet… but I'll try my best…"
"…"

Not that kind of meal…
Dizzy.
Is it really okay to continue this game?

*

Lunchtime.
As I headed to the cafeteria with Henna, I waited for my turn behind the students lined up in front of the kiosk.

"Is that him?"
"The second-year Onahole guy."
"A real hero."

I could already feel my growing fame.

'Am I using my student ID like a debit card?'

*Beep.*

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

*Beep.*

[Your student ID function has been suspended. Please contact the student council.]

What, Mr. Student Council President? The ban hasn't been lifted yet?
At this rate, I'll starve to death, won't I?

*Beep.*

[Henna · Grade C. Authentication complete.]

"Henna?"

Like a savior, Henna emerged from below me, swiped her card, and offered it to me.

"This…"
"May I use it?"
"This time, I need to pay you back within two weeks, okay…?"
"…One meal is enough."

I couldn't understand why Henna would go as far as to extort money just to bother me.
Yagem is Yagem, and I am me.
I need to find a way to make money. It was a moment that sparked such determination.

"I… want… udon…"

As I moved closer to Henna, a pleasant aroma greeted me.
A subtle scent of shampoo mixed with… flesh, perhaps? I wanted to keep inhaling it.
Moreover, Henna seemed to grow more beautiful the more I looked. It was almost a shame that her bangs covered her eyes.

'…Calm down.'

Underwear.
I had the illusion that Henna's mint-colored bra, which she wore today, was visible through her school uniform.

'…Pull yourself together.'

Henna's vulnerability was not conducive to maintaining mental equilibrium.

In a body so healthy that it becomes fully erect at the slightest opportunity.

"The menu is different from usual, isn't it?"
"My tastes have changed."

Henna chose udon, while I picked a pork cutlet set meal.
The total cost came to 5 coins, which seemed to be this world's currency.

"Here, have a pork cutlet."
"No, it's okay."
"I'm giving it to you as a thank you. I promise to repay you later."
"Friends don't need to repay borrowed money…"

Henna…

"That's what Sang-hyuk always said…"

…
(Borrowing money from a friend) It's alright if friends don't repay each other!
Was I such a despicable bastard? Me.

"There are friends who need to be certain about giving and taking. I promise I'll repay you."
"…In that case."

Henna portioned out the udon into a small bowl and handed it to me.

"Here…"

Such a kind-hearted person she is.
It was a moment when I felt regretful for the game, which could only be described as a "sick pervert obsessed with semen."

"Ah. Henna, do you happen to know my phone's lock pattern?"

Using my phone would be the quickest way to learn about this world.

While Henna savored her udon, she raised her eyes and remained still, as if carefully choosing her words.

"I forgot the pattern."
"I'll give it a try."

Oh, the lock's open. Childhood friends are truly amazing!

[Stella]
– Hey, moron.
[Stella]
– What on earth are you doing at school?
[Stella]
– Onahole? What's that supposed to mean?

Right from the start, my sister's (the blonde one) vicious words popped up at the top of the screen.
The rumors spread quickly, huh?
I should reply first, right?

– It's my talent, Onahole collector.

Oh, she read it in just a second.

[Stella]
– You're making me look like a fool. Just drop dead.

… I need to establish some discipline at home.
It won't be easy, though.

– You shouldn't talk to your brother like that.

I try teaching her again using more polite language.

[Stella]
– A brother should act like a brother. Don't come home. If you do, I'll kill you.
[Stella]
– Hey, idiot, why aren't you answering? I'll kill you if you come in. I'm not joking.

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

This intense hatred, palpable even from afar, is genuine. It didn't seem as though it would be as simple to overcome as the student council president event.
It felt like it would be better to meet face to face and talk.

"Sang-hyuk, here."
"Huh?"

Henna, having finished her meal, filled a cup with water and brought it over.

"Thank you."

[Serena]
– (Photo showing a hint of her cleavage as she pulls down her school uniform) Cheer up, big brother♡

"Pffft!"

It's not that I want to follow them this far… Our younger sisters have no middle ground.

'Ethol Academy App?'

In the afternoon, I conducted an in-depth investigation of the Academy app.
There was an anonymous community accessible only to current students, known as the 'back bulletin board.'

'I wondered where the rumors were spreading.'

– 2nd-year Onahole Man spotted in the cafeteria
– Wow, so incredibly handsome…
– Starting today, my dream is to be an Onahole, big brother!!
– Is this for real? Insanely good-looking
– What is an Onahole??
– ㄴIf you don't know, look it upㅎㅎ

This back bulletin board seems to have little censorship, as the content is quite explicit.

– Onahole Princess Yuuna
– Torn apart

– Why does it smell so bad?
– D-jerks are disgusting.
– ㄴ Maybe it's because you're a D-girl?

…Princess Onahole.
That seems to be Yuuna's new nickname. With around 300 recommendations, it had already become a trend.

'She probably won't come near me for a while.'

No, having a female student nicknamed Princess Onahole might be fortunate if she doesn't take a leave of absence.
Breaking my expectations,

"…Let's go and talk for a bit."

At dismissal time,
Princess Onahole Yuuna spoke as she placed her bag on the back of my bicycle.