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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.
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