Chapter 17 - Chapter 15: Episode 15
"Excuse me... Teacher? What's your name...?"
A girl with glasses in the front row raised her hand and asked cautiously.
She looked like the quintessential model student—the kind of girl who'd be the literary archetype.
If there was ever a girl more "model student" than this one, I hadn't seen her; she'd be a shoo-in for class president.
"Did I not tell you my name...?"
You didn't tell us, you absent-minded bitch.
Is this chick actually a born thug, or just a psycho?
The so-called homeroom teacher had walked in, chewed gum like a maniac, spat on the floor,
and flashed her tits at the boys. That was the extent of her introduction.
"Hmm. My name is Park Hye-ji."
"Oh...."
"What? Is my name too plain? Too countrified?"
"Huh? Ah, no..., I wasn't thinking anything."
And just like that, she's picking a fight with the model student in the front row.
At this rate, I'm starting to wonder if she's just some thug punk playing teacher.
"First period is HR, so it's basically self-introduction time.
Second period, we're heading to our assigned training room to pick our main weapons.
And for 3rd and 4th periods, we'll tour the training facility, learn the ropes, and get some training in.
That's the schedule for today. No afternoon classes. Any questions?"
"""...."""
"Good. I like that there are no questions. Oh, one more thing.
In this academy, mornings are for common classes, and afternoons are for electives.
So in the afternoon, you'll move around for your major or liberal arts courses, just like at a university.
You get the gist, right? If you don't, don't ask me—ask the person next to you. I can't be bothered to explain it twice."
"""Yes...."""
"Well, I'm tired, so I'm going to go sleep. You all can do your own self-introductions...,
Hey. You. Be the class president. You look exactly like a model student.
Take charge of these kids and finish the morning session responsibly. Got it?"
The delinquent teacher bitch dumped the entire responsibility of class president onto the model student she'd been picking a fight with earlier.
Fuck. Is this even allowed?
"Huh? Ye-es?"
"Ah, I said be the class president! Fuck, you don't want to?"
"Ah, no. I'll, I'll do it...."
"Appoint a vice president yourself. I'm leaving. If you don't know something, look it up on the internet or ask someone else."
"Uh...."
"If you fumble this and the blowback hits me, you're dead.
Or worse, I'll torment you until you're begging for death.
I'll make sure you get held back or expelled. You know what I mean, right?"
"...H, hiss! I, I understand."
"Good. Fuck, why do I have to babysit you grown-ass kids?
Just use some fucking common sense, you bastards. You know 'common sense', right?
Clever and sensible. Huh? Got it? I'm going.
Ah, hey. You there. Yeah, you, bastard. I'm talking to you. Yeah. You. Male student. Follow me."
At first, I was spacing out and didn't realize she was pointing at me,
but when she jabbed a finger in my direction, it clicked.
Why the fuck is she calling me?
But if I bail here, I can't clear the quest.
I have to at least attend the first class....
"Teacher, I need to attend the first class too..., I have to do a self-introduction...."
"What? Fuck? You're talking back already? You wanna die?"
"...Ah, no, it's not that..., I wanted to do the self-introduction in HR for the first class too...."
"Then do it right now and follow me. Hey. You, do your self-introduction. Quickly. I'll count it as your first class. Hurry up."
"Eck.... What kind of...."
"Ah, fuck. I said hurry up. I don't have time."
The blonde delinquent teacher bitch raised her hand like she was going to strike me, pressuring me to hurry.
I flinched, the trauma of getting punched in the belly flashing back, and tremblingly started my self-introduction.
Seeing how scared I was, the teacher stuck out her tongue, licked her lips, and savored the sight.
"...I, I am, um..., my name is Kim Do-jin.... Please..., please take care of me...."
Fuck. I stuttered through my self-introduction like a total pushover.
The lingering trauma of that gut punch had me trembling, making me sound like an idiot.
If I start off like this, I'm going to be marked as a fucking weirdo loser in the class...
Is there a bread-runner system here, too...? No, we're all adults, so that shouldn't be a thing, right...?
No matter how twisted the school atmosphere is, surely....
But fortunately, contrary to my gloomy prediction, everyone clapped politely.
The girls even whispered that I was cute, and the guys cheered me on to hang in there.
Fuck. Thank god for this gender-reversed world....
Right now, I was basically in the position of a shy, embarrassed girl stuttering through her self-introduction—at least by the standards of the world I used to live in.
Yeah. If you're a girl in that world, even if you stutter and give a clumsy intro, people are generous and let it slide.
"Alright, then you're done with your self-introduction, right? Follow me. You've finished your first class for today."
[ Quest Success ]
[ Attend the first Hunter Academy class ]
[ Reward : Stat Point ]
The blonde delinquent teacher grabbed my hand and dragged me off.
She gripped it so tightly it hurt, pulling me toward the old school building where the crowds were thinning out.
By lore, the National Hunter Academy had a campus several times larger than the biggest university in Korea.
With a place that massive, there were plenty of unused buildings.
"...Teacher? Why are we...?"
She finally dragged me to a storage room in the old school building, a place where no one would ever come.
There were empty cup noodles, a wet dildo that looked like it had just been used, and a nice, cushioned waterproof mat.
It was clearly a hideout for the delinquent teacher to spend her time in comfort.
And standing right in front of me was the woman who used this space.
I didn't need to be a detective to know this was her private lair.
"Hey. Strip."
"...Ye..., Yes??"
"Ah, fuck. You don't understand plain English? I said strip."
"No, why suddenly..., no, more than that, why do I have to...."
"Fuck. You're the slut who got in through the Male Service Department special admission. What the fuck are you playing hard to get for, pretending you don't know."
"...."
"If you don't want to get hit, strip. Or do you want me to spread the rumor to the whole class? That you're a Male Service Department special admission student?"
Fucking bitch. Is this what a teacher is?
"I was wandering around the Holy Sword Department area yesterday and heard some fucking quality intel.
Isn't it true that a slutty fucktoy bastard got in through the Male Service Department special admission for the first time in years?
So yesterday, I bought booze for the homeroom teachers of the adjacent classes and got them drunk, just to pull all the male students into my class.
Of course, that slut might not get assigned to my class..., but I had to increase the odds.
But fuck, when I flashed my top, there was this fucker looking at me with genuine interest.
The other male students were all turning their heads away in embarrassment. So I wondered who it could be? Guess who, cutie?"
'Fuck, it's me.'
"Ah, hurry up and take off your clothes! Fuck, do you want to get fucked by just me,
or do you want the rumor to spread to the class and get gang-raped all day like a communal rag?
If the rumor hits my class, it'll be all over the school by the end of the day, you know?
Hey, let's keep things simple. Make a wise choice. The last guy who got in through the Male Service Department special admission a few years ago?
He couldn't take it and jumped off the roof. Because he had to serve as the whole school's sex toy, non-stop, all day long.
Do you want to end up like him? Or do you want to just serve me?"
While I was hesitating,
the delinquent blonde teacher got annoyed and took a belly-punch stance.
How did I know it was a belly-punch stance...,
you recognize it after getting hit enough....
Fuck..., I didn't want to know that, either.
But I was still calculating.
Which one is more beneficial for me?
While I was mulling it over,
the waiting blonde thug got annoyed and took a belly-punch stance.
How did I know it was a belly-punch stance...,
you recognize it after getting hit enough....
Fuck..., I didn't want to know that, either.
"...H, hiss..., d, don't hit me..., I'll, I'll strip. I'll strip, okay."
"...Ooh, hey. Why are you so scared? Even earlier, just the motion of me hitting made you fucking terrified.
Can you even be a proper Hunter like that..., ah, fuck. Right. You're from the Male Service Department special admission.
Heh. Fuck, yeah. You just need to be good at getting scared, spreading your legs, and getting your dick hard."
I took off my academy uniform piece by piece.
Each time I removed an item, the topless blonde beauty snorted.
Fuck, come to think of it, this brainless, vacant-eyed bitch walked through the school hallways and all the way to this old building with her top off.
This chick is seriously crazy.
Fuck, it feels like there isn't a single normal bitch in this academy, is there?
I ended up stripping completely.
The blonde delinquent teacher was surprised by my huge dick.
She let out an exclamation of admiration, then pulled out her smartphone and took pictures.
Since a beauty was staring at me, I got a bit hard, which surprised her even more, and she started fiddling with it.
Then she closely examined my bruised abdomen.
Fuck. Lee Ji-eun, you fucking bitch. She hit me so hard there are blood bruises on my stomach.
The thug teacher gently stroked my bruised abdomen.
But gradually, the pressure increased.
It hurt and was uncomfortable because of that rough touch, so I tried to twist my body to block her,
but she suddenly punched me hard in the gut.
"...Keeuk! Why, why...! Wh, why...?"
"In my experience, sluts and fucktoys like you learn your place better if you get hit early on like this.
Hmm, about three more..., no. Let's do five more hits. Hey, stand up straight."
"Eeek..., why, why....... Kooook! Kek! Keheuk! S, save, save me, please...."
"Hey, there are still 2 left. Stand up straight."
"...Kahuk! Kkeok! Heok, heok, heuik..., heukheuk...."
I collapsed to the ground, crying and drooling snot and tears, burying my head.
My solar plexus was hit properly too, so I couldn't even breathe properly.
Fucking bitch. Such a dog bitch.
But I couldn't utter a single word of this out loud.
"Hey. Lick."
She pulled down her pants and panties and shoved her pussy in my face.
It was covered in a messy thicket of golden pubic hair.
I'd thought she was just a thug who dyed her hair blonde, but seeing her pubic hair was also bright yellow, I figured she was a natural blonde.
"If you don't come crawling within 3 seconds, I'll add 10 more belly punches."
"...H, heuk, I, I'm going...."
My legs were weak and I couldn't walk properly, so I frantically crawled on the ground and arrived in front of her pussy.
And I licked her pussy with all my might and relish.
The blonde delinquent bitch who introduced herself as Park Hye-ji grabbed my hair and shoved my face deeper into her pussy.
I liked that the fluid flowing from her was sweet and fragrant, but...,
I admired how her pussy juice tasted and smelled like sweet lemonade, and I licked it greedily.
But still, fuck, being forced to do it after getting hit fucking sucked.
I would have licked it even if she hadn't hit me, but every single one of these fucking bitches....