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Translator: penny
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: Captain Self-Introduction
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The Academy was divided into zones. Think of them as class spaces assigned to each classroom. A3 Field meant Class A's Field 3.
Lim Sarang explained it casually, like she was tossing it out there, then left the classroom. It was amazing she could keep teaching like that without caring about Class A anymore.
Even though she wasn't a civil servant.
"Combat uniforms are at the back, everyone."
"Let's change and head to A3 Field. We've got thirty minutes until ten."
"Time's tight...?"
Combat uniforms were on display at the back of the classroom. Students started getting up one by one to grab theirs. The girls were especially eager. It was the Academy's first class, so they were buzzing with excitement.
"So this is the combat uniform..."
It looked pretty much like regular gym clothes at a glance. But in reality, it had performance that blew ordinary gym clothes out of the water—stuff listed on Namuwiki.
Blade-resistant, bulletproof, flame-retardant, and so on. Effects that couldn't be explained by science were packed onto this gym outfit. They said superpowers were used in the manufacturing process, but I still couldn't wrap my head around it.
I grabbed a combat uniform in my size and headed back to my seat to change. I set my uniform jacket on the desk and yanked off the knit vest. Then I quickly undid my shirt buttons one by one, naturally slipping off the shirt and laying it on top of the jacket.
"?"
I suddenly felt like I was the only one moving, so I looked around. Countless eyes and gazes poured toward me. The girls around me had frozen stiff, staring right at me.
"What?"
I almost asked what they were staring at but held back. I toned it down as much as I could.
I didn't lose my confidence. In this world, I was thoroughly the top dog. It was the result of mind-controlling countless times. My own shameless attitude felt rock-solid.
With no one saying anything, I asked again.
"I'm wearing a long-sleeve underneath. Why?"
"No, it's just... You're saying it so casually, it's surprising."
I waved my arm to show off the T-shirt. It was my way of proving there was nothing to hide. But the girls weren't like that. They kept gasping in admiration as they watched me.
"...As expected of the top ranker?"
One girl muttered that. It wasn't mockery or sarcasm. As a hero candidate, she was looking at me, a captain candidate, with awe and respect.
'They're crazy.'
I never thought this world had a normal structure. Superpowers activated by semen? That setting was absurd from the start. I figured it ran on some twisted logic.
The atmosphere from the girls, the emotions they felt—it all brushed against my skin in a mix of complex vibes. My position hit me crystal clear once more.
A world where if your balls worked fine, you'd get applause even for taking a shit. A world where stripping in front of girls earned you praise, "Amazing," thumbs up. That was right here.
"Everyone, hurry and change. No time."
One girl snapped everyone out of it. No time to dawdle—she boldly started unbuttoning her blouse. Her bra, wrapping those full breasts, came into view.
Pure white lace-trimmed lingerie that looked oddly seductive for a student.
"Whoa..."
Everywhere I looked, pale skin was on full display. Why didn't these girls wear T-shirts under their blouses? The whole room was filled with flesh tones in every direction.
It was cold out, but they weren't layering up at all...
"Lee Hyunwoo? Why aren't you changing your pants?"
"Uh, well..."
The girl behind me—her name tag read Jo Hyeji—stared at me while changing into her combat uniform. Jo Hyeji's cleavage was right there in plain sight.
Standing there dumbly after only changing my top must've looked weird.
"Hm."
Should I say my dick was hard and I was waiting for it to go down? I pondered for a sec. Decided there was no need to say it outright. Why explain with words when I could just show it?
I didn't hide my erection—I put it on display. I undid my uniform belt, pulled down the zipper, and boldly dropped my pants. The bulge in my underwear tented obviously from the hard-on. I ignored the slightly darker stain.
"Uh, um..."
The girls' gazes locked on. They rolled their eyes pretending not to look, but I could clearly feel where their attention was. My glans didn't lie.
"It's seriously huge. You got hard just from watching the girls change, right?"
"Couldn't help it."
"You really planning to be a captain? I heard you didn't top the class by accident—you did it on purpose."
Jo Hyeji forced her eyes off my crotch and asked.
"I fucked the practical exam proctor and asked her to make me top rank."
"For real?"
"Yeah."
Captain candidates usually ended up top rank by default. You couldn't fake sperm count or quality, no matter how much you didn't want it. Rankings were set by factors the candidate couldn't control.
But not this 69th class top spot. I climbed to number one on purpose. I actively used Choi Seulgi's pussy to shoot my load. That initiative, masculinity, and sheer virility earned me a unique score.
Word of that score spread far and wide. Everyone in Korea knew: this was a score only Lee Hyunwoo could've gotten without even moving his hips himself.
I clenched my fist and vowed. For my future and retirement, I'd give it my all. I shared my resolve.
"I'll become the world's strongest captain. That's my dream."
"...I'll cheer you on for real."
Jo Hyeji stared at me intently.
"...So, what's your type like?"
I felt the girls around us perk up their ears at Jo Hyeji's question. Interest poured in—maybe too much. But I couldn't blame them for reacting that way.
'Captains are the most important thing for heroes.'
Some heroes met great captains and skyrocketed. Others never found one and faded away.
Finding a solid captain and winning his favor—that came before personal training for a hero. So naturally, all eyes were on me, the most perverted captain candidate among the first-year freshmen.
"My type is... someone with a kind heart and a gentle personality?"
"Looks-wise?"
Hard to pin down. Pretty was pretty, but I couldn't list specific traits.
"Puppy-like face or cat-like?"
"...If I had to pick, puppy-like?"
"Puppy-like would be..."
Jo Hyeji scanned the Class A girls.
"Like Jeong Sua?"
"Something like that?"
"Ah..."
Jo Hyeji didn't hide her disappointment. Probably thought her cat-like face disqualified her. If that was her misunderstanding, I wanted to correct it. Puppy or cat face—didn't matter as long as it tasted good. I wasn't picky.
"Everyone, let's go. We'll wait outside the main building while the boys change."
One girl sorted out the chaotic vibe. She'd been trying to lead the class alone for a bit. Looked like she was playing teacher and class rep.
'Her name's Yeona. Choi Yeona.'
Choi Yeona clapped to get attention. The scattered girls started filing out of the classroom one by one. The noise died down, and things calmed.
Only then did the boys start changing. They'd managed tops amid the girls somehow, but pants were another story—they couldn't do it like I had. Choi Yeona waited outside for the boys.
I quickly pulled on the pants. The combat uniform pants were super flexible for movement. Incredibly comfy, with top-notch insulation. Made me think wearing these beat the uniform any day.
"Let's go, everyone."
Choi Yeona took charge, herding the boys like kindergarten chicks. Felt weird. Not bad, just awkward.
Class A girls were lined up neatly outside the main building. Surprisingly well-behaved. As soon as Choi Yeona appeared, they formed ranks and set off. Destination: A3 Field.
A3 Field was pretty far. No way we'd make it on foot in time. As worry crept in, I spotted buses parked outside the main building.
One had "1-A" in big letters on the front. Class A's dedicated shuttle.
"Board in order."
We boarded from the front under Choi Yeona's lead. Girls filled seats from the back. But something felt off.
"Why leave the very back row empty?"
The last row—five seats together—was completely empty. When I asked why, they said it was for the boys. Why, though? Question marks popped up.
"..."
Taking one seat each made sense. The bus was big for our numbers—no need to squeeze. Spreading out was fine.
But cramming all the boys in the back...?
'Ah.'
I'd been thinking from the boys' perspective too much. From the girls' view, it was obvious. Boys might not get it, but the girls were competing with each other.
They needed to catch a captain's eye and join his crew. Heroes not chosen by a captain were doomed. The courtship race for male attention had already begun.
That explained it. First day after entrance ceremony. A captain candidate might sit next to another girl. Better to isolate all the boys together. The girls had made a silent pact.
"Impressive."
I quietly took a seat in the very back. Buckled up and waited for the bus to depart.
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