It was a clear morning, not a single cloud in the sky. Yet, the User Academy buzzed with more users than ever before, the atmosphere unusually restless. Especially around one particular building, a dense crowd had gathered, as if waiting for someone. Among them was a woman, holding a cigarette between her index and middle fingers, faint smoke curling upward.
In truth, smoking in a modern, public space like the hall of the academy was hardly welcomed. Whether allowed or not, it usually drew some disapproving glances. But surprisingly, the surrounding users weren’t glaring at her; instead, they kept sneaking glances at the woman. A thin wisp of smoke slipped from her slightly parted lips, drifting and blending with her ash-gray hair.
She was stunning—her beauty and figure so striking they could make one’s eyes widen in disbelief. Her full chest and narrow waist were accentuated by tight leather, stretched taut over hips so shapely they seemed ready to burst. Her healthy, voluptuous thighs hinted at a tantalizing fragility, barely concealed. And when she smiled—a delicate crescent moon of an eye smile—it stirred desire in the hearts of many men nearby. She was the very image of a femme fatale: decadent yet deeply alluring.
Suddenly, the woman dropped the cigarette she held. At the same moment, the intermittent amplified voices ceased. It was a kind of signal, but the men watching her so intently didn’t notice anything unusual. Then—
The firmly closed door swung wide open, and a flood of users poured out of the auditorium. The crowd was enormous, easily surpassing two thousand. What stood out was that nearly all of them wore identical clothing. Watching the wave of people spill out, the woman crushed the cigarette underfoot and slowly opened her eyes.
The chaos escalated instantly with the sheer number of people. Occasionally, loud calls searching for someone echoed through the crowd. The woman scanned the throng carefully, then turned her gaze toward the wide-open entrance. As the confusion began to subside, she spotted a man shaking hands with someone and smiled knowingly.
After the handshake, the man glanced around before locking eyes with the woman and returning her smile. She nodded slightly and gestured toward the main gate. Understanding the signal, the man turned to check on the group following him.
A moment later—
“Wow, it’s finally over. I didn’t realize how refreshing the outside air could be.”
The man stretched with all his might as he stepped outside, joking around. The woman’s smile deepened with a seductive charm.
“Good work, Chief Instructor Park Hyun-woo.”
“Ah, it’s just finished now. And I understand why you didn’t want to do this in the first place. Honestly, I don’t think I could do it twice.”
Park Hyun-woo shook his head with a look of utter exhaustion. Behind him stood twenty-two users. Among them, Pyo Hye-mi, a seasoned user, showed little reaction, while Cha Hee-young, who had specially joined this academy, wore a flushed but composed expression. The other twenty looked stiff and rigid, like soldiers fresh out of basic training. Suddenly, a woman from the group stepped forward cautiously.
“So, what happens after we go back?”
“I’ve only heard rumors. Did you hear about the internal restructuring?”
“I did. They’re dividing groups by class…”
“Excuse me.”
Park Hyun-woo and Ko Yeon-ju, who had been talking, both turned their attention. The young woman’s face was tense, but she took a deep breath and spoke with determined eyes.
“I have a request.”
Park Hyun-woo frowned, but Ko Yeon-ju nodded without hesitation.
“Yes? What is it?”
“If it’s not too much trouble, may I ask a favor?”
“A favor?”
“Yes. We have comrades who have been with us since the initiation rites.”
Ko Yeon-ju raised her eyes slightly, but the woman continued with a strange confidence.
“There are eight of us in total, but four of them didn’t receive offers.”
“…And?”
“Actually, we asked once before, but you said no.”
“So, you’re asking us to take those four with you?”
The woman nodded emphatically. Ko Yeon-ju’s eyes narrowed sharply, and Park Hyun-woo looked uneasy.
“And if we can’t take them?”
“Then, I’m sorry, but the four of us will stay here. We can’t just abandon comrades who’ve shared life and death with us.”
“Very well.”
“Huh?”
The firm tone startled the woman, who looked up sharply.
“We have no intention of accepting that proposal. You and the four will stay here. That’s all.”
With that, Ko Yeon-ju turned without looking back and strode down the main road. Park Hyun-woo hurried after her, and the group began moving quickly. Left at the academy’s main gate were exactly four people. Their eyes trembled, staring blankly at the departing crowd, as if unable to believe what had just happened.
“I’m sorry. I thought we had settled this last time…”
Park Hyun-woo scratched his head, voice barely above a whisper. Ko Yeon-ju clicked her tongue and shook her head.
“You don’t need to apologize to me. But if Su-hyun had heard that, she’d have given them a piece of her mind.”
“Exactly. She even ordered us to prioritize adaptability over grades this time. Saying that in front of her… I can only imagine how awful that would be.”
“Anyway, let’s get back to what we were talking about. Surely they won’t be sent straight to the Mercenary Academy. What happens now?”
“Oh, about that…”
“Su-hyun, I heard the internal restructuring is complete?”
Out of nowhere, Ko Yeon-ju appeared from the shadows and gracefully sat on the sofa. It was a rather unexpected question for a reunion after some time. But this wasn’t the first time, so it wasn’t too surprising. I knew there was a User Academy graduation today, and I assumed she came back after finishing her work to report. But what made me choke was…
“…Ugh.”
Because Nam Da-eun was kneeling under the desk, her head pressed tightly against my crotch, frozen stiff. Damn it. Why can’t we just finish the report normally? Wasn’t Im Hanna the first to start this strange trend of “reporting with the body”? No, this isn’t the time. I pulled my chair closer and braced myself to keep a straight face, silently praying Ko Yeon-ju wouldn’t notice.
“Yes. It’s been a while. You should have received the briefing on the changes.”
“I didn’t get the details. Thought it’d be better to hear it directly.”
“It’s simple. Melee, Mage, Archer, Priest, Assassin. Five classes, each assigned distinct roles. This includes not just the name but actual administrative duties.”
“Hm. I heard about that too. Offices for each class, and even selecting a chief and deputy chief.”
Just as Ko Yeon-ju said. But honestly, it wasn’t a huge change—more like delegating some authority (really, just lightening my workload) and sharing administrative tasks. After the shock of the ranking system, the reaction to this reform was lukewarm, in a good way. (Of course, Jo Seung-woo was thrilled.)
Anyway, the focus of this change is ‘division of labor.’ For example, in this User Academy, selected users are divided by class and sent to their respective groups. Each group then selects instructors and sends them to the Mercenary Academy for training. That way, I don’t have to micromanage everything—I just sit back and receive reports.
“By the way, who’s the chief of the melee class? Since it has the most members, I imagine the selection wasn’t easy.”
“Oh, the melee chief is…”
Instead of saying, “It’s the woman biting my manhood under the desk,” I cleared my throat calmly.
“The chief and deputy chief are Nam Da-eun and Cha So-rim. For mages, it’s Jung Ha-yeon and Kim Han-byul. Archers are Seon Yoo-woon and Im Hanna. Priests are Shin Jae-ryong and Ahn Sol. Assassins…”
“Oh? So-rim is the deputy chief, not Jun-young?”
“Yes. He refused. Anyway, assassins are…”
“Phew. I get it. It’s understandable. Who’d want to handle administrative work when you’re a combat user?”
“I know you’re saying this for my benefit, but it’s already decided. Assassins are Ko Yeon-ju and Woo Jung-min.”
“Tch.”
Ko Yeon-ju clicked her tongue again, as if to say, “See?” Suddenly, I felt the root of my manhood being gently nibbled. Nam Da-eun, still holding me tightly, glared up at me. She probably wants me to finish the report quickly. Better wrap this up.
“So, how many were selected this time? Twenty, right?”
“Ah… sixteen.”
“That’s four fewer than I heard.”
“Circumstances. I cut four myself after the graduation ceremony.”
At first, I had my doubts, but after hearing Go Yeon-ju’s explanation, it all made sense. There was a reason I insisted on prioritizing adaptability from the start. From now on, we should avoid putting all our effort into training reserve users. It takes far less time to merge with or scout existing clan members and bring them up to speed than to raise someone from scratch. Of course, in the long run, having reserves is necessary, but I was planning to return within two years. In other words, now was the exact cutoff point.
“If you think I’m being too rash, I can—”
“No, no need for that. You did well. It’s better to cut ties early than to ruin the atmosphere.”
I spoke quickly, driven by the urge to get it over with. But Go Yeon-ju didn’t seem to share that urgency. She stared at me with wide, surprised eyes, then smiled warmly.
“Still… this is unexpected. Or maybe I should say, fortunate?”
“Fortunate?”
“Yes. Honestly, I thought you’d be all like, ‘I’m so miserable~ She left me~ I’ve been abandoned~ Comfort me~’ But you’re surprisingly normal. Not putting on a show or anything.”
“…?”
Ah. Could she be talking about Gehenna? It was a little strange to feel that way. I must have completely forgotten what happened just a month ago. At first, it was so heartbreaking, but I guess time really does heal. If I hadn’t read the records, maybe I would’ve been wallowing in self-pity like Go Yeon-ju expected.
“Haha…”
“But nights must be lonely these days, right?”
Go Yeon-ju asked softly as I gave an awkward smile.
“Not really.”
“Hmm. That can’t be. Be honest. You’re lonely.”
Even though I said no, she insisted otherwise. I shrugged. Honestly, I rarely felt lonely. Sometimes I’d fall asleep holding the two lords, Marna and Du, and occasionally Nam Da-eun would come by late at night, and we’d get close.
Oh, speaking of which, I had something to give Go Yeon-ju. I opened a drawer and spoke.
“Go Yeon-ju, come here for a moment.”
“Why? I don’t want to.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said I don’t want to. From now on, I won’t let Su-hyun touch a single hair on my body. Hmph.”
She crossed her arms and turned her head sharply. Just as I was about to look at her in confusion—
“Ugh.”
Suddenly, an intense pressure hit my manhood. Why? Why now? I hurriedly looked down to see Nam Da-eun grimacing, shaking her head frantically with pleading eyes, as if to say, “Absolutely not.” She was holding her breath, cheeks puffed out. Stop it already. Every time she shook her head, her hot, sticky tongue swept and licked relentlessly along my shaft. I was already on edge, worried about getting caught, but the sensation quickly surged. Ugh, I’m about to come.
Then, a sudden thought flashed through my mind.
Go Yeon-ju’s confident voice. Nam Da-eun’s desperate head-shaking.
…Could these two women have planned something together? No, if that’s the case, Jeong Ha-yeon and Im Han-na probably conspired too. It’s just a guess, but maybe they formed an alliance. For example, deliberately avoiding my bedroom as part of some revenge for the Gehenna incident? If I’m right, then Nam Da-eun is essentially a traitor.
“Ahem, ahem.”
Never mind all that for now. I quickly reached down and grabbed the crown of Nam Da-eun’s head, signaling her to stay still. But it backfired. She buried her head deeper and sealed her lips shut. The pressure on my entire manhood intensified, crushing me. Eventually, I couldn’t hold back the overwhelming sensation, and I felt a powerful release shooting through my urethra.
Damn it, I’m screwed.
…No, not yet!
“Oh? Why the intense stare, Su-hyun? You should have some shame…”
“Guhhhhhh!”
Bang!
I groaned as long as I could and slammed my fist on the desk. Go Yeon-ju jumped, looking at me in surprise. The orgasm washed over me, spreading through my entire body, forcing my eyes open and making me tremble uncontrollably. Blood rushed to my face. After a moment, Go Yeon-ju covered her mouth with one hand, showing a mix of shock and disappointment.
“Ughhh…”
“Su-hyun…”
“Huuuuuu…”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t expect you to get so angry. I was being too whiny, wasn’t I? Really, I’m sorry.”
I have no idea how she misunderstood the situation, but Go Yeon-ju quickly got up from the sofa and strode over. Before she got too close, I hurriedly pulled a black object from the drawer and tossed it to her. She caught it lightly and looked at me expectantly. I tried to steady my trembling voice and explained.
“This is the remnant of an ancient evil god, a result from our recent expedition.”
“Remnant of an ancient evil god?”
“Yes. I thought that if you combined it with the shadow abilities you control, plus the smoke power, it would become even stronger. For more details, see the ‘Gooze Appraisal’.”
“So, you want me to take this?”
“If you’re confident, you can have it. Sasha really wanted it, too.”
“……”
Go Yeon-ju said nothing but gently held the black mass. The orgasm slowly subsided. I calmly gathered myself. Once the climax had completely faded, I spoke quietly.
“How do you feel now? Better?”
“Huh? Well, I guess?”
Go Yeon-ju chuckled and turned toward the door. Then, with a tender look, she smiled softly at me.
“Gifts like this are nice, but…”
“……”
“When you said you wouldn’t let Su-hyun touch you anymore, the way you got all worked up and angry—that’s what I remember most. Honestly, it made me a little happy.”
“?”
With that, she walked out lightly and closed the door behind her.
Right. She’s finally gone.
I sighed and looked down to see Nam Da-eun staring up at me with wide eyes, still clutching my manhood tightly. She hadn’t let go yet. I watched as her throat moved, swallowing—she was just now swallowing the semen.
“…She’s gone.”
Then Nam Da-eun bowed her head as if collapsing. I slumped over my desk, utterly drained. Maybe it was the tension, but I felt completely exhausted.
…I think I’m going to die.
---------------------------= Author’s Note =---------------------------
Heh heh. Kim Su-hyun doesn’t know one thing: it’s not just Jo Seung-woo anymore. Several women now come regularly to report to him. :>