Lunchtime.
As I headed to the cafeteria with Henna, I waited for my turn behind the students line.
"Is that him?"
"The second-year Onahole guy."
"A real hero."
I could already feel my growing fame.
'Am I using my student ID like a debit card?'
*Beep.*
[Student ID function has been suspended. Please contact the Student Council.]
*Beep.*
[Your student ID function has been suspended. Please contact the student council.]
What, Mr. Student Council President? The ban hasn't been lifted yet?
At this rate, I'll starve to death, won't I?
*Beep.*
[Henna · Grade C. Authentication complete.]
"Henna?"
Like a savior, Henna emerged from below me, swiped her card, and offered it to me.
"This…"
"May I use it?"
"This time, I will pay you back within two weeks, okay…?"
"…One meal is enough."
I couldn't understand why Henna would go as far as to extort money just to bother me.
I need to find a way to make money. It was a moment that sparked such determination.
"I… want… udon…"
As I moved closer to Henna, a pleasant aroma greeted me.
A subtle scent of shampoo mixed with… her body, perhaps? I wanted to keep inhaling it.
Moreover, Henna seemed to grow more beautiful the more I looked. It was almost a shame that her bangs covered her eyes.
'…Calm down.'
Underwear.
I had the illusion that Henna's mint-colored bra, which she wore today, was visible through her school uniform.
'…Pull yourself together.'
Henna's vulnerability was not conducive to maintaining mental equilibrium.
In a body so healthy that it becomes fully erect at the slightest opportunity.
"The menu is different from usual, isn't it?"
"My tastes have changed."
Henna chose udon, while I picked a pork cutlet set meal.
The total cost came to 5 coins, which seemed to be this world's currency.
"Here, have a pork cutlet."
"No, it's okay."
"I'm giving it to you as a thank you. I promise to repay you later."
"Friends don't need to repay borrowed money…"
Henna…
"That's what Sang-hyuk always said…
(Borrowing money from a friend) It's alright if friends don't repay each other!
Was I such a despicable bastard? Me.
"There are friends who need to be certain about giving and taking. I promise I'll repay you."
"…In that case."
Henna portioned out the udon into a small bowl and handed it to me.
"Here…"
Such a kind-hearted person she is.
It was a moment when I felt regretful for the game, which could only be described as a "sick pervert obsessed with semen."
"Ah. Henna, do you happen to know my phone's lock pattern?"
Using my phone would be the quickest way to learn about this world.
While Henna savored her udon, she raised her eyes and remained still, as if carefully choosing her words.
"I forgot the pattern."
"I'll give it a try."
Oh, the lock's open. Childhood friends are truly amazing!
[Stella]
– Hey, moron.
[Stella]
– What on earth are you doing at school?
[Stella]
– Onahole? What's that supposed to mean?
Right from the start, my sister's (the blonde one) vicious words popped up at the top of the screen.
The rumors spread quickly, huh?
I should reply first, right?
– It's my talent, Onahole collector.
Oh, she read it in just a second.
[Stella]
– You're making me look like a fool. Just drop dead.
… I need to establish some discipline at home.
It won't be easy, though.
– You shouldn't talk to your brother like that.
I try teaching her again using more polite language.
[Stella]
– A brother should act like a brother. Don't come home. If you do, I'll kill you.
[Stella]
– Hey, idiot, why aren't you answering? I'll kill you if you come in. I'm not joking.
… What on earth did Sang-hyuk do to make her so desperate to kill her own brother?
This intense hatred, palpable even from afar, is genuine. It didn't seem as though it would be as simple to overcome as the student council president event.
It felt like it would be better to meet face to face and talk.
"Sang-hyuk, here."
"Huh?"
Henna, having finished her meal, filled a cup with water and brought it over.
"Thank you."
[Serena]
– (Photo showing a hint of her cleavage as she pulls down her school uniform) Cheer up, big brother
"Pffft!"
It's not that I want to follow them this far… Our younger sisters have no middle ground.
'Ethol Academy App?'
In the afternoon, I conducted an in-depth investigation of the Academy app.
There was an anonymous community accessible only to current students, known as the 'back bulletin board.'
'I wondered where the rumors were spreading.'
– 2nd-year Onahole Man spotted in the cafeteria
– Wow, so incredibly handsome…
– Starting today, my dream is to be an Onahole, big brother!
– Is this for real? Insanely good-looking
– What is an Onahole?
– ㄴIf you don't know, look it upㅎㅎ
This back bulletin board seems to have little censorship, as the content is quite explicit.
– Onahole Princess Yuuna
– Torn apart
– Why does it smell so bad?
– D-jerks are disgusting.
– ㄴ Maybe it's because you're a D-girl?
…Princess Onahole.
That seems to be Yuuna's new nickname. With around 300 recommendations, it had already become a trend.
'She probably won't come near me for a while.'
No, having a female student nicknamed Princess Onahole might be fortunate if she doesn't take a leave of absence.
Breaking my expectations,
"…Let's go and talk for a bit."
At dismissal time,
Princess Onahole Yuuna spoke as she placed her bag on the back of my bicycle.