0014. Onahole Assessment

“KYAAAAH…!”

“EEK!!”

The girls of Class F shrieked in exaggerated shock.

Come on. You all know what this is. You’re not that innocent.

Amidst it all.

“It looks cute~.”

Hena had seen the onahole hologram but still didn’t seem to get what it was used for.

…She’s the real deal. The dictionary definition of a beautiful airhead.

“Why would you collect something like that?!”

Unable to endure the humiliation, the female student bolted out of the room.

…Yeah, she’ll definitely be cringing under her blanket for weeks.

What about me? Am I really destined to be a future adult shop owner?

“More important than the talent itself are the skills that stem from it, Sang-hyuk.”

“What kind of skills could possibly come from a talent like Onahole Collector?”

“Hmm… Usually, collection-type talents evolve into ones that can evaluate materials, discover hidden properties, and enhance them.”

Ah, I see. To sum it up:

“So I’d be able to identify good onaholes, discover their hidden abilities, and enhance them?”

“Exactly.”

The teacher didn’t laugh.

This wasn’t some joke, onaholes were being treated seriously here.

“Talents have a massive influence on one’s future career choices. You should think carefully about your role in the academy.”

“Yeah…”

“Alright, everyone, return to your seats.”

The students giggled mindlessly,

But for me, this talent was an inescapable reality, which was why the teacher alone spoke to me with such gravity.

For an academy student, awakening a talent was an event of monumental significance…

Enough to shape the rest of their life.

“Sang-hyuk?”

Hena called out to me, looking concerned.

Did I look that bad?

[Skill Acquired: [Onahole Aptitude Assessment]!]

[Hena Isis]

[Difficulty Level – None] [Onahole Aptitude: SS-Rank]

[Virgin] [Underwear – Lace-trimmed, sexy mint-green lingerie set]

[Onahole Trait (★) – A fucking perverted body that refuses to let cum build up in the balls]

[Despite Kim Sang-hyuk’s endless teasing, she remains his one and only childhood friend onahole. Her voluptuous figure and thick thighs are exceptional. Proud owner of an unrivaled ‘King Mommatong’ (※Note: A Korean slang term for big MOMMY MILKERS or THICCCC BODY).]

“You okay? Wanna grope my tits later during break?”

“I told you not to say stuff like that.”

“……You just seem kinda down…”

……Guess I looked plenty energetic when I was squeezing her tits, huh?

“I’m just hungry. Let’s grab food later.”

Hena blushed and covered her chest with her arms shyly.

“Um, the baby milk hasn’t come out yet… but I’ll try…”

“……”

Not that kind of food…

My head’s spinning.

Am I really supposed to keep playing this game?

Lunchtime.

I headed to the cafeteria with Hena and waited in line behind other students at the kiosk.

“That’s him, right?”

“The second-year Onahole Man.”

“What a legend.”

My reputation was spreading faster than expected.

‘Do we use student IDs like debit cards here?’

Beep.

[Student ID deactivated. Please contact the student council.]

Beep.

[Student ID deactivated. Please contact the student council.]

Wait, Student Council President? My ban hasn’t been lifted yet.

Am I seriously gonna starve like this?

Beep.

[Hena · C-Rank. Authentication complete.]

“Hena?”

Like a goddess, Hena stepped forward, scanned her card, and handed it to me.

“Here…”

“Can I use this?”

“Just… return it within two weeks, okay…?”

“…….One meal’s enough, thanks.”

I couldn’t understand why she’d resort to lending me money when she could’ve just teased me instead.

This might be an Eroge, but I’m still me.

I needed to find a way to earn money. That thought hit me hard just then.

“I’ll have… udon…”

Standing next to Hena, I caught a whiff of her scent.

A soft shampoo fragrance mixed with something more personal… a subtle skin scent. I didn’t want to stop smelling it.

Plus, the more I looked at her, the prettier she seemed. It was almost a shame how her bangs covered her eyes.

‘……’

Her underwear.

For a second, I hallucinated the mint-green bra she was wearing today peeking through her uniform.

‘…Get a grip.’

Hena’s defenselessness wasn’t good for my mental health.

Especially for a healthy body like mine that got fully erect at the slightest provocation.

“The menu’s different… from usual?”

“My tastes changed.”

Hena got udon; I went for the pork cutlet set.

Total cost: 5 coins. Must be this world’s currency.

“Here, have a piece.”

“I-I’m fine.”

“It’s a thank-you. I’ll pay you back properly later.”

“Friends don’t have to pay back money…”

Hena…

“That’s… what you always said…”

“……….”

[ (While borrowing money from friends) “Between friends, it’s fine if you don’t pay back!” -Flashback]

What a complete piece of shit I was.

“Even between friends, it’s good to keep things fair. I’ll definitely pay you back.”

“…Okay.”

Hena divided her udon into a small bowl and passed it to me.

“Here…”

This sweet girl…

It pissed me off that the game’s narration had to describe her as “a fucking perverted body that refuses to let cum build up in the balls.”

“Hey, Hena. Do you know the unlock pattern for my phone?”

I figured the best way to learn more about this world was through my phone.
Hena, chewing her udon, raised her eyes and thought for a moment.

“I forgot the pattern.”

“Let me try.”

Click. Unlocked.

Oh, it unlocked. Childhood friends are amazing!

[Stella]

• Hey, dumbass.

[Stella]

• What the hell are you doing at school?

[Stella]

• Onahole? What kind of bullshit is this?

My golden-haired little sister’s furious texts popped up instantly.

Word travels fast… Guess I should reply.

• It’s my talent, apparently. Onahole Collector.

Wow, read in one second.

[Stella]
– You’re so fucking embarrassing I wanna die. Just go die already.

…Looks like I need to restore order in the family.

But it wasn’t going to be easy.

– You shouldn’t talk to your big brother like that.

I tried rephrasing it politely.

[Stella]
– You should act like a big brother to be called one. Don’t come home. I’ll kill you if you do.

[Stella]

• Hey, dumbass, why aren’t you answering me? I’ll kill you if you come back. I’m not joking.

…What the hell did the original Kim Sang-hyuk do to make her this homicidal?

The sheer hatred radiating through the texts felt real. This wasn’t some student council president event I could breeze past.

I’d have to meet her face-to-face.

“Sang-hyuk. Here.”

“Hm?”

Hena returned with a cup of water after finishing her meal.

“Thanks.”

[Serena]
– (Photo of her pulling down her uniform to show a bit of cleavage)
– Cheer up, oppa ♡

“Pfft!!”

This… this isn’t the kind of support I need…

The girls in my family have no middle ground.

They are either cold-blooded murderers or too damn adorable.

***

Etsol Academy app?

That afternoon, I dug into the academy’s app.

Turns out there’s an anonymous message board used by students called “Backboard.”

‘So this is where the rumors spread.’

— Spotted: 2nd Year Onahole Man in the cafeteria
— Damn, he’s hot…
— From today, my dream is to be an onahole, Oppa!!
— Is he for real? So handsome
— What’s an onahole??
— ㄴGoogle it lol

The Back Board had no censorship, so the content was pretty wild.

— Onahole Princess Yuna
— Destroyed her
— Why do these comments smell so bad?
— D-tier men are disgusting
— ㄴMaybe it’s because you’re a D-tier slut?

……Onahole Princess.

Seemed like Yuna’s new nickname.

With around 300 upvotes, it was already trending.

She probably won’t come near me for a while…

Then again, getting branded ‘Onahole Princess’ might make her consider dropping out.

But defying my expectations…

“…Let’s talk on the way.”

After school, the Onahole Princess herself, Yuna, loaded her bag onto my bike and spoke up.