Geum Tae-yeon wrapped her arm around my lower back and pulled me close. Then she led me along.
"Shall we go?"
A sly smile played on Geum Tae-yeon's lips as she spoke. It was a wicked, lecherous grin.
I descended the stairs cradled in her arms, dragged along like a cow being hauled to the slaughterhouse.
'Academy? She definitely called it the Academy, right?'
I racked my brain to make sense of the situation, matching my steps to Geum Tae-yeon's stride.
I recalled the message I'd seen just moments ago. That unrealistic window that had filled my vision amid some vague sound effect.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙[Personality settings for Juyeon-woo, the male heroine of the manga Boy's Corruption you've possessed ─ Passive, introverted, shy, overly anxious, extremely vulnerable to blackmail, and the world's greatest lay, etc...]
I went over the contents, dissecting and analyzing each part.
'Juyeon-woo is my name.'
I'm Juyeon-woo. The character's name matches mine.
Male heroine. Questionable term for a guys' manga.
Personality. Extreme introvert by MBTI standards.
'I get the picture.'
I had no idea what kind of manga Boy's Corruption was, but I could guess the genre.
And why I couldn't resist Geum Tae-yeon's blackmail.
There was a shoe rack at the central entrance. We changed from our sneakers into indoor shoes there.
I could finally slip out of her arms while we were putting them on.
Should I run? Just as the thought crossed my mind,
Geum Tae-yeon's voice came from behind me.
"Gonna run? Go ahead if you think you can."
Geum Tae-yeon smirked smugly and pulled out her smartphone, waving it at me. Blackmail.
In that instant, my body stiffened, and I gave up on moving. Damn personality restricting my options.
"Right, you've gotta think about Han-seol's future."
Geum Tae-yeon pocketed her phone again and approached me. She reached out, wrapping her arm around my lower back once more.
Her attitude was bold, like my body had always been hers.
"Let's go, Juyeon-woo."
Captured by Geum Tae-yeon again, I stepped out through the central entrance.
The sun blazed down. But it didn't feel warm. The air was pretty chilly.
The kind of cold where you need a cardigan. A shirt alone wouldn't cut it.
Season-wise, it felt close to spring.
We crossed the athletic field and exited through the main gate. I glanced back briefly to check the academy's signboard.
[Infinite Hero Cultivation Academy]
"?"
Hero Cultivation Academy? What the hell?
Does an NTR manga really have a setting like this?
My head was spinning.
'Anyway, so this is the Academy, huh?'
Geum Tae-yeon had called this place the Academy.
Academy means school. A place to learn something.
I had no clue what they taught here. Not enough info to figure that out yet.
'The key point is, this is the main setting I'll be hanging around.'
At least I knew that much.
We left the Academy and walked down the street.
Even as she dragged me along, I didn't give up. I tried to shake off the arm wrapped around my lower back.
But it was no use.
"Resisting? That could end badly for you..."
I lacked the strength.
Sure, my arms were thicker and my build bigger than Geum Tae-yeon's, but when she tightened her grip, I couldn't budge an inch in her embrace.
The street was nothing like the Academy.
I felt people's stares. My squirming had drawn attention.
They huddled together, whispering among themselves.
"...Isn't that dangerous?"
"The Infinite Academy bans dating, I think."
"A guy being dragged off by a slut like that? Bet he's packing."
The scantily clad delinquent Geum Tae-yeon and me, shoulders hunched like a scared kid.
An eye-catching combo. I'd probably glance too.
Geum Tae-yeon, holding me tight, whispered,
"They're all just gawking."
Not something the blackmailer should say.
I wanted to snap back, but I couldn't. My frustrating personality sealed my lips.
Dragging an innocent guy by force, yet Geum Tae-yeon strutted boldly.
She thrust out her massive tits, ignoring the stares, walking with total confidence.
Not content with that, she was carefree. No hesitation in her steps, like the destination was set.
I unwittingly followed her brisk pace.
Soon, I faced the destination.
"This is...!"
[Love Hotel]
NTR manga, after all. It made sense once I thought about it.
Of course, my body refused to accept the situation.
I frantically tried to pry off her arm and escape her embrace.
'Should've done this ages ago, you idiot.'
Like resistance now would work?
I broke free from Geum Tae-yeon, at least. Got about three steps away.
But I couldn't go further.
My legs wouldn't move.
Geum Tae-yeon grinned at me and pulled out her smartphone again, waving it teasingly.
"Juyeon-woo, you didn't come all this way just to run now, did you?"
Open mockery. Seeing her expression, I realized.
She'd let me go. It wasn't my strength that shook her off.
Makes sense. I couldn't move at all earlier.
Geum Tae-yeon opened her phone's gallery. She showed me a photo of me kissing some girl I didn't recognize.
That plain-looking girl must be Seol. Han-seol.
I need to delete that. As long as she has it, I'll keep getting dragged around.
"Mind if I spread this pic around? Let everyone know Han-seol, the academy's star cadet, broke the rules?"
So what if it gets out? Dating isn't a crime.
I couldn't comprehend the blackmail.
But my body reacted differently. It couldn't defy her threat, showing weakness.
"...I'm sorry, Senior. I'll do as you say. Please, just forgive Seol..."
If it were me, I'd yell, "Delete the damn photo!" and charge in.
But this body apologized first.
'This just means you're losing, idiot.'
Frustration brought a sigh. Even that, I had to swallow inside.
Seeing my submission, Geum Tae-yeon beamed and put her phone away.
"I'll chalk that up to a little tantrum."
Geum Tae-yeon beckoned me closer, crooking her finger.
"..."
Oh, I can move now.
Not listening earlier, though.
'Gotta figure out how control of this body works.'
Sometimes it moves however, sometimes only when I want.
Like my head and body are controlled separately. Need to study this weird setup.
"Resisting just hurts you."
As I approached, Geum Tae-yeon embraced me again. Arm around my lower back, hands on my sides.
She had to hold me.
But Geum Tae-yeon grabbed my ass instead, squeezing hard.
"Senior...!"
"You said you'd do whatever you could."
Geum Tae-yeon roughly kneaded my ass. Her touch was vivid.
Control of the body wasn't always mine, but sensations were 100% real.
"This is your role. Something only you can do."
"No way...!"
I'm down for autopilot.
Actually like it.
'Her mouth and slutty outfit are a turn-off, though.'
Facts first: she's pretty.
I'll take it if offered.
But my body wasn't. Nicely put, loyal to Han-seol; bluntly, unmanly.
Acting just like an NTR manga's heroine.
'So that's what "male heroine" means.'
Seems in this world, I'm the one getting fucked.
The role where Han-seol gets stolen.
Geum Tae-yeon kneaded my ass and whispered,
"Juyeon-woo, do you value your body? Or Han-seol's future more?"
"..."
"You don't plan to ruin Han-seol's future, right?"
You fucking bitch! You're the one taking pics and blackmailing!
Why the hell does it become me ruining her future?
What a retard.
As I hesitated, Geum Tae-yeon looked up at me and pulled my body closer.
Her huge tits squished against me with a soft thud.
"Just once. Then I'll delete it."
The devil's whisper.
Having devoured every NTR manga, I knew: it wouldn't be just once.
But my body didn't.
Whether pretending not to know or just dumb, I couldn't be sure.
"...Just once, right?"
I asked in a trembling voice, as if resolved.
Geum Tae-yeon nodded with a bright smile.
"Of course. I'll delete it right away."
In my eyes, her smile looked like a little demon's grin.
With that, Geum Tae-yeon and I entered the love hotel.
The body's footsteps were unbearably heavy.