Good things don't last long.
Mrs. Jiwoo's period ended, taking her heavenly curves and bouncing tits along with her.
Sae-joon felt relieved but also disappointed.
Then came the male teachers, one after another.
A guy with thick goggles.
A balding history teacher.
A math nerd who looked like he hadn't touched a woman in decades.
No Jiwoo, no taboo.
No forbidden glimpses of heaven.
By the time the fourth period ended, Sae-joon's legs were heavy, and his cock was still half-hard, throbbing beneath his pants like a beast demanding release.
He couldn't hold it in anymore.
Sae-joon went to the bathroom, locked himself in a stall, and stroked himself furiously...
Minutes passed...
Flashes of Mrs. Jiwoo's swaying tits bounced behind his eyelids.
He came hard, biting his lips to muffle the groans, thick ropes of cum splattering into the toilet bowl.
When he returned to class, the bell had already rung for lunch.
The classroom was filled with restless murmurs—boys hiding their frustrations, the girls whispered and giggled, sneaking glances at him—especially two in particular.
Minji and Hyejin.
Minji, the busty track star, her massive tits barely contained by her sports t-shirt.
The white fabric clung to her sweaty body, the buttons stretched dangerously tight over those fat mounds.
Every breath made them jiggle faintly.
Beside her, Hyejin—the rich girl.
Perky, well-rounded massive breasts that were unusual for her age pushed against her uniform, nipples faintly outlined beneath the fabric.
Her glossy black hair framed her haughty face, pretending not to notice him... but Sae-joon caught her eyes lingering on his body more than once.
"Hey... Sae-joon."
Minji's voice was sweet—too sweet.
"Wanna eat lunch with us?"
Her eyes flicked down, lingering on the bulge in his pants before quickly looking away.
Hyejin clicked her tongue.
"Tch... don't invite him like he's some charity case, Minji."
Her voice was cold, but Sae-joon could see the faint flush creeping up her neck.
Sae-joon was confused. Wasn't she the one who wanted to invite him for karaoke this morning? So what happened now?
Sae-joon smirked.
"I'll pass... not hungry."
The girls didn't force him either.
He watched them leave, his eyes glued to their rippling hips.
Minji's thick ass rippled beneath her skirt, thighs jiggling with every step.
Hyejin's slender figure swayed with practiced elegance, her pert little ass teasing him with every sway.
His cock twitched again.
Fuck... this school is a goddamn meat market.
Five minutes later, Sae-joon walked alone down the hallway, cold black eyes scanning the crowd.
That's when the fat nerd appeared.
"You're the new guy, right?"
Sae-joon glanced sideways, already annoyed.
"I like the way you look."
"...I'm straight."
"I'm also... though I like them young."
Sae-joon's eyes twitched.
What the fuck?
The fatty grinned, adjusting his thick glasses.
"Sang Donghyuk. But everyone calls me Piggy."
Sae-joon's smirk returned.
"Piggy?"
Donghyuk's face flushed.
"It's... 'cause I'm a little fat."
A little?
This guy looked like he'd cum to a sandwich if no one was looking.
"But I know everything about this school... especially the juicy stuff."
Sae-joon's smirk deepened.
"Juicy stuff, huh?"
Donghyuk leaned in, eyes glinting.
"Weren't you staring at Jiwoo Seonsaengnim this morning?"
"For educational purposes," Sae-joon replied smoothly.
But in his mind, he thought: To learn how many fingers I'd need to grab both those tits at once.
Donghyuk chuckled knowingly.
"Everyone jerks off to her."
Sae-joon's cock twitched under his pants again.
"I can see why."
Donghyuk grinned sheepishly.
"They say she never wears a bra... those fat, jiggly tits are massive, man, just bouncing under her blouse... fuck, I've cum to her like a hundred times."
"So?"
Donghyuk grinned.
"That makes us comrades-in-arms, right?"
Sae-joon snorted.
"I don't jerk off... I fuck."
Of course, that was a lie. He had painted two toilet seats white today already.
Still, his words made the fatty's eyes widen—half awe, half disbelief.
Sae-joon glanced at him from the corner of his eye.
Now that he thought about it... there was a character like him in the original plot.
Sang Donghyuk.
A hopeless pervert who jerked off to every NTR scene Dam Chok committed... a walking archive of every hidden sex crime in the school.
A bigger degenerate than himself.
Pity he was ugly.
Before Piggy could reply, his gaze darted toward the staircase.
"Shit... Minsook and his gang."
Sae-joon followed his eyes.
Three seniors loitered near the stairs—lean, cocky, the type who thought they owned the school.
Minsook, the tallest, had bleached yellow hair, two buttons undone, sleeves rolled up, and his jacket slung over his shoulder like a cheap K-drama villain.
"They blackmail girls... make them strip in empty classrooms... sometimes even more."
Sae-joon's smirk faded.
Dam Chok's minions.
They hadn't submitted yet... but they would.
Unless Sae-joon ruined them first.
"I see."
Donghyuk fidgeted beside him.
"You better stay away from them. They got connections."
"Connections, huh?"
Donghyuk nodded quickly.
"Minsook's dad is the director of the school... and his mom..."
His voice dropped lower.
"...Yoon Seo-hyun."
Sae-joon's breath caught.
That name...
A name he'd seen before—on pornwha panels.
One of Korea's hottest actresses in her prime.
He remembered that panel.
Seo-hyun standing in front of a mirror in a lacy bra—her massive tits barely contained...
Cold green eyes... those high-class curves...
Breasts that no bra could contain.
Even now, at thirty-eight, she still starred in late-night dramas—always playing cold, high-class beauties on TV, who never spread their legs, yet made men empty their balls.
Ice on the surface... burning fire underneath.
Her kind of woman who only melted for the right man.
"Anyway..." Donghyuk wiped sweat from his palms. "I can show you the best jerk-off spots if you want."
Sae-joon chuckled, patting Piggy's shoulder.
"I don't waste my seeds."
"....."
Piggy scurried away, not wanting to get the attention of the trio.
Sae-joon leaned against the window, eyes locked on Yoon Seo-hyun's name etched in his mind.
A cold, untouchable actress.
A married woman.
A mother.
He wanted to fuck her.
He would fuck her.
He wanted that high-class pussy.
"....Fuck I'm hard again
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The cafeteria buzzed with low chatter, plastic trays clattering, and the distant whirr of the vending machine.
The faint smell of fried kimchi wafted in the air—a scent that somehow made the hunger even worse.
Sae-joon leaned by the window, letting the stale breeze brush against his face.
He wanted to stay there—eyes half-lidded—soaking in the only taste of fresh air this shitty school could offer.
But hunger gnawed at his stomach.
It took him two minutes to find an empty table.
Two minutes for the peace to shatter.
He sat down, flipping open his rice roll without a care in the world, until he felt the weight of eyes boring into him.
The buzz around the cafeteria dimmed slightly. Whispers spread like wildfire.
No one ever sat at that table.
Sae-joon barely noticed—until the greasy scent of cologne and stale cigarette smoke washed over him.
A shadow stretched across the table.
"Who gave you the courage to sit here, filthy brat?"
The voice was nasal—sharp with forced arrogance.
Sae-joon's chopsticks paused mid-air. His black eyes flicked up lazily.
Minsook.
Yellow-bleached hair slicked back with too much pomade, shirt half-open to reveal a muscular chest. His thin lips curled into a sneer.
Behind him stood his two mutts—Gowu Deol and Sowu Deol. One tall, one thick.
Both dumb as bricks.
The self-proclaimed kingpins of the school.
Sae-joon's gaze trailed back to his food.
"I didn't see your name on it."
Minsook's eye twitched.
"I eat here. Every day."
"Then eat." Sae-joon gestured lazily at the three empty chairs. "There's plenty of room."
Minsook's cigarette slipped from his lips, bouncing onto the table. His face twisted with rage.
"Bastard... it's mine."
Sae-joon popped the rice roll into his mouth, chewing slowly.
"The moment I graced this throne with my two-hundred-pound balls... it became mine."
A few snickers broke out from nearby tables—but they were quickly hushed.
Minsook's lips peeled back in a snarl.
"You think you're funny, new guy?"
Sae-joon swallowed, eyes still half-lidded.
"No." His voice was calm, almost bored. "I'm hungry. Now get lost."
The cafeteria went dead silent.
Minsook slammed his palm onto the table, rattling the tray.
"You must not know how shit works around here."
"..."
His breath stank of cheap cigarettes.
"When I tell someone to get the fuck out—"
"I'm not someone."
Sae-joon cut him off, meeting Minsook's glare head-on.
"I'm your future stepfather."
Gasps echoed through the cafeteria.
Minsook's face froze.
"W-What the fuck did you just say?"
Sae-joon leaned back lazily, arms stretched over the back of his chair.
"Yoon Seo-hyun... right?" His black eyes gleamed.
"Your mom's still got that hot actress body... wouldn't mind making her moan under me."
A few girls at the next table nearly choked on their food.
Laughter rippled through the room—muffled snickers, some openly cackling.
Minsook's nostrils flared.
"You... bastard."
His fist swung—fast, but sloppy.
Sae-joon's hand shot out, catching the wrist mid-air.
Snap!
Minsook's eyes bulged. His knees buckled from the pressure.
Sae-joon leaned in close, voice low and taunting.
"You motherfucker... if you kneel now, I'll consider—"
Sae-joon's smirk widened.
"When I'm balls-deep in your mom... maybe I'll consider it."
Laughter exploded from the crowd, sharp, cruel, echoing through the entire cafeteria.
Minsook's face turned red. His temples throbbed.
The whole school was watching.
His lackeys shifted uneasily, unsure whether to step in or pretend they didn't know him.
Boom!
Minsook's knee buckled. He stumbled back, nearly tripping over his own feet.
No one had ever hit Minsook before.
Not even his father.
The humiliation burned hotter than the pain.
"You... you're fucking dead."
His voice shook.
"After school... you're done."
Sae-joon leaned forward, black eyes locking onto him like a wolf scenting blood.
"I'm looking forward to it."
Minsook's fists clenched... but he didn't swing again.
He couldn't.
Not with the whole school watching.
Instead, he spat on the floor and stormed off, his dogs following close behind.
The whispers followed him like a funeral march.
Sae-joon returned to his rice roll, chewing slowly.
He didn't care about Minsook.
No man ever forgets when someone mentions their mother's pussy.
And Sae-joon was already planning how to make that insult a prophecy.
He understood guys like Minsook—bullies who ruled through fear but crumbled the moment someone fought back.
Break him once...
He'd be your personal errand boy.
Sae-joon had already thought about how to use him in the future.
But a small flicker of unease still gnawed at the back of his mind.
Minsook might be weak...
But his personal security guards weren't.
---
Ten minutes later.
Han Sae-Joon sat alone in the cafeteria, half-heartedly pushing his cold rice with chopsticks.
His sharp eyes flicked around, scanning for any sign of Minsook and his lackeys.
"System... if those bastards attack me, can I fight back?"
[Ding!]
[Host's physical strength is already far superior to those brats.]
"...Heh."
A smirk tugged at Sae-Joon's lips. The Passive Stat Generation had been silently working, pushing his body without him even realizing it.
He felt lighter, stronger—his muscles denser.
Even with just two stat points per day, the effects were undeniable.
More than that—
His cock stood up like a tower from the slightest provocation—ready for action anytime, anywhere.
"Anyway... I got some Destiny Points from Seo-Yeon noona. Let's buy something."
[Ding...]
[Random Mall available.]
[Combat Mall is locked.]
"Open the Random Mall."
The flickering interface appeared before him.
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Remaining DP Points: 204
Options:
Lust Awakening Perfume (15 DP)
Cock-Lock Candy (20 DP)
Ten Minutes Invincible Mode Card (150 DP)
Lottery Ticket (50 DP) x2
Milf Penetration Guide by Lonely Cupid 💘 (Free)
Erotic Massage Art (175 DP)
---
Sae-Joon's brow twitched.
"Tch... whatever."
His eyes lingered on the Invincible Mode Card.
---
[Ten Minutes Invincible Mode (150 DP)]
[Grants the power of the Greatest Barbarian. Absolute defense and increased combat power for ten minutes.]
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"Expensive... but worth it."
[Ding... Purchase complete.]
[Item added to inventory.]
Sae-Joon leaned back, satisfied—until his gaze landed on the Lottery Tickets.
"...Fuck it. Give me two."
The pink tickets shimmered into existence before him.
[Ding... Does host want to use the lottery?]
"Why the hell would I buy them otherwise?"
The roulette spun wildly.
[Ding...]
[Congratulations! Random Skill Acquired: Hairstyle Arts (Level 1)]
"...The fuck is this?"
[Hairstyle Arts allows the host to instinctively know which hairstyle suits a woman best. Subtly boosts charm when complimenting women's hair.]
"Dating sim bullshit... What kind of perverted otaku would even—"
[Small steps make big difference.]
Sae-Joon's mouth twitched.
"Whatever. Spin again."
[Ding...]
[Congratulations! Random Skill Acquired: Sweaty Appeal (Level 1)]
[Sweaty Appeal: Host's sweat will not smell bad. Instead, it increases charm when body temperature rises.]
A grin spread on his face.
"Finally... something that fits the protagonist of an 18+ novel."
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User Panel:
[Name: Han Sae-Joon]
[Age: 18]
[Status: Alive, Excited, Lustful]
[Charm: 100]
[Strength: 74]
[Intelligence: 82]
[Influence: 20]
[Destiny Points: 04]
[Fate Role: Minor Villain]
[Sex Partners: Han Seo-Yeon]
[Skills: Passive Stat Generation, Hairstyle Arts (Level 1), Sweaty Appeal (Level 1)]
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( End Of This Chapter)