Ero Academy

"How neat."

The student council president approached.

"Didn't it take a bit longer to deal with the female villain?"

"Well, I've grown too."

Kushina possessed a skill that allowed her to nullify direct hits with a certain probability. Due to our poor compatibility, we argued and eventually resorted to using Lucky Skebe. However, against an honest and mysterious opponent like this, she displayed absolute power. It was thanks to my fists and kicks having become much fiercer than before.

"Thank you," said the injured policewoman, supported by a colleague.

"My name is Shin Kyung-ah. Hero, Onahole Man."

"I'm Kim Sang-hyuk."

Kyung-ah bowed her head. I had grown somewhat accustomed to seeing a woman I was meeting for the first time gazing at me with eyes brimming with affection and admiration.

"Hero Kim Sang-hyuk... This favor, someday... Perhaps next time, I'll treat you to a meal... If you could give me your number,

"Sure."

There's no harm in getting to know the police.

"Really?"

I felt a slight sense of embarrassment as I watched her jump with joy.

Is my number that valuable?

"Thank you! Hero Kim Sang-hyuk! They say police and heroes make a great match! I appreciate your cooperation!"

Kyung-ah was a heroine who looked stunning with her ponytail.

I recognized her as a heroine because of her ample bosom. The contours were visible even through her police uniform.

… Could this be natural? In many ways, it's different from Korea, where I lived.

"Don't lose focus. What comes next is crucial."

"Isabella?"

"Reporters will be interviewing the new hero, so don't let your emotions take over. Even if they attack you."

"…Ah, yes."

What is going on?

Soon, a male reporter approached and began the interview.

"Hero Onahole Man. Is a brief interview okay? I'm Do Young-jun from Hero Fact."

"Yes."

"You possess the ability to objectify women as sexual instruments and make mockery of them. Are you of the opinion that this is not an issue?"

"…"

I felt utterly disoriented by the very first question.

I had a feeling I knew why Isabella had brought me here.

In addition to showcasing our talents, it seemed that I needed to shift my perception in a positive direction.

"It's not like that."

"Are you suggesting that the onahole isn't a sexual device? There have been issues with children playfully engaging in 'Onahole Punch' at school, creating problems.

Do you have any thoughts on this phenomenon?"

It felt less like an interview and more like an interrogation.

What should I say?

Honestly, their points made sense, so I was at a loss for words.

Would I have handled it more skillfully if I had received training beforehand?

That's when I heard a gentle voice whisper in my ear.

"Don't worry, Sang-hyuk. Just relax and speak your mind! Even if you make some controversial remarks, the student council will edit them out."

"…Alright."

So, I can be myself? In that case,

Drawing upon my experiences thus far—excluding the base sexual encounters—let me share my thoughts and feelings.

"I am aware that, by societal standards, my abilities are considered unethical."

"Isn't it dangerous to wield something like that simply because one has become a hero?"

"I believe it's acceptable since it's used to defeat dangerous villains."

"But why is it acceptable? It seems inappropriate for men or women alike to create and use an onahole for such purposes."

"Hmm…"

The most memorable villain I have ever faced is undoubtedly my first official Onahole, Kushina.

"I think it's fine because even children can learn that if they use their peculiar abilities correctly, they can benefit everyone."

"…"

Could I say more on this subject? The student council did mention they would handle any peculiar cases, so perhaps I should elaborate further.

"I have encountered someone who was discriminated against due to their abilities and became a villain as a result. If someone like me can become a hero, then perhaps there will be an increase in heroes who protect people with dangerous abilities."

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"I see, that makes sense."

Did I handle that well? Judging by Isabella's expression, it seems I did.

From the very beginning, the atmosphere suggested that the citizens present were on my side. As I answered the reporter's questions, cheers erupted each time I spoke.

Perhaps for this reason, the next reporter approached me differently.

"I'm Lee So-young, a reporter for Hero Magazine. May I interview you?" they asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"Some people still aren't familiar with Jelly Man's abilities. Would you mind introducing them on this occasion?"

"Well… I need to get permission from the president."

Everyone chuckled, glancing at the student council president with arms crossed. So-young appeared to share in the amusement.

"Not long ago, the president was caught on camera 'tenderly' adjusting your tie. What is the nature of your relationship?" they inquired.

Suddenly, the president, who had been brought into the interview, furrowed his eyebrows in apparent discomfort.

"We share a senior-junior relationship within the academy," he explained.

"And what about you, Sang-hyuk?" So-young asked.

"I consider us to be masters and disciples," I replied.

"Sang-hyuk says you're a master and disciple. What do you think, Mr. President?"

Isabella seemed taken aback.

"You shouldn't bring up such things in public."

"But it's true, isn't it? You are my mentor," I interjected.

"Hero Onahole Man is a student under special management at the academy, and I'm only responsible for some specific skills and education."

Tsk.

Why don't they just admit that our relationship is that of a master and apprentice?

I even made it obvious that I was delighted to use my martial arts skills.

I feel a bit hurt.

"A hero of personality excretion. Quite a unique name, indeed. You're also called Onahole Man, right? What's your favorite nickname?"

"If I must choose, I'd prefer jelly."

"What about you, Madam President? Which name suits you best?"

"...."

Isabella? No way….

"…Onahole Man."

Cough.

My pet name, which Isabella is fixated on, has surfaced.

"You seem to like Onahole Man, Madam President. What about you, Sang-hyuk? If your master desires, you'll have to become Onahole Man, right?"

"...."

Urgh…!!

Oh, Onahole Man. The name I chose half-jokingly,

Now they're trying to make it official in front of everyone.

"...Yes. If Madam President wishes, I will oblige."

"...."

Isabella's lips quiver slightly.

Huh? They made "Onahole Man" official and tried to hold back laughter.

"I'm Onahole Man, Kim Sang-hyuk! I promise to work hard!"

I screamed one more time.

"Ha-ha!"

Isabella burst into a rare laugh in front of others, turning her head and shaking her shoulders.

"The chairman really likes Onahole Man!"

"Here comes Onahole Man!"

"Stop… Stop it…"

"Ah, please say something to the fans who are gathered here."

"It's amazing that I have fans."

I can't believe that, as a hero with less than a month of experience, I have fans. This world is too generous for me. That's good. It's great!

"Huh? Fans of Onahole Man, shall we shout out loud?"

"Wow!"

… When did we gather like this? There seem to be about 100 people. It was bustling, indeed.

"Kim Sang-hyuk's outstanding appearance is one of his most popular elements! Do you have any special care tips?"

Outstanding appearance… That's true.

"Maintenance secret… There's no such thing. I think I was just born with it."

"You're quite candid!"

Though my words may have sounded a bit brash, everyone burst into laughter.

"To my fans, I want to say... um, don't watch too much character excretion."

"Kyaa~~!"

"Onahole Man! Please give me your autograph!"

"Thank you for granting the interview."

Reporter Lee So-young bowed her head and stepped back.

Then, in an instant, the fans swarmed in.

First the police, then the reporters, and now the fans.

I think I understand why being a celebrity can be overwhelming. It feels like I'm becoming an attention monster, draining everyone's energy.

"Please hug me!"

"Please hold my hand!"

"Please sign this!"

I had never realized that female fans could be so bold with their physical advances.

People who hug without making eye contact, all the while rubbing their bodies against me...

It seems as if they are blatantly attempting to induce arousal, reaching out to grope my chest as well.

Caught in the chaos, I feel like I'm enduring every kind of mischief.

"Enough! Keep in line!"

At that moment, Isabella's clear and authoritative reprimand snapped everyone's attention.

I marveled as people suddenly transformed into cultured citizens.

'Is this charisma?'

Caught off guard and merely exposed to the woman's touch, I intently observed Isabella's charismatic side profile.

…Beautiful.

"We're moving on to the next area. Kim Sang-hyuk. Our work today isn't over yet."

Jeers could be heard.

Even those subsided when the student council president glared at them.

"They say they're my fans. I'll sign some autographs before leaving."

"Hmm. Finish quickly. I'll give you 5 minutes."

"Did you hear that? The president is so intimidating that I'll only proceed for five minutes."

The autograph session itself proceeded ordinarily. However…

Well-presented female college students approached and inquired.

"Uhm."

"Yes?"

"Can you do Bae-ppang?"

Dizziness washed over me slightly.

"What's Bae-ppang?"

"Huh? Oh, it's the thing the Onahole man does. Hitting a woman's belly."

What?

"I want to be hit!"

"Please hit my belly as fan service!"

"Me too! Please perform the 'Personality Expulsion Smash'."

Huh? What? Really?

From the start, I found myself at a loss when the skimpily dressed female college students lined up, pressing their stomachs forward and saying, "Please punch our bellies with your fists."

…

"Flustered. So flustered."

"Adorable."

*Sigh*…

"Please hit our stomachs as fan service~~."

As everyone contorted their waists and acted petulantly, I became incredibly embarrassed. Isabella, on the other hand, seemed unaware of the situation as she was off in the distance conversing with Evangeline.

However…

No matter how much it's meant as fan service, having a photo taken of me punching a woman's belly would be rather unseemly.

"Um, I can't do that."

"You can't?"

"No belly-punching?"

"…"

Why in the world is such a vulgar scene unfolding here in the middle of the city? My inner Confucian boy reared his head for the first time in a while and bellowed in anger.

'Some things just shouldn't be done.'

"Please, just pretend."

"Maybe next time."

As I pondered how to dodge their request,

"If you bring a cushion, I'll do it."

Huh??

I made a mistake I hadn't even made during the interview.

You can simply say you won't do it, but when I mentioned I would do it conditionally, the eyes of everyone around me sparkled.

"Yes!"

"I'll definitely bring it next time!"

No way!

No!! The official fan service turns into a crazy hero with an absurd character-defiling gimmick!!

"No, what I mean is..."

"If you bring a cushion, they'll give you a belly punch!"

"I should buy a cushion."

I also encountered the soft-spoken schoolgirls I had seen at the tteokbokki restaurant.

"Ah! I have a cushion here. Please hit me."

"...."

Everyone looks on with jealousy.

To think there's a cushion here... What kind of situation is this?

"Well, that's not what I..."

Ugh! I don't know!

I mumbled under my breath, gently placing my fist on the cushion that the schoolgirl had laid on her stomach.

"This, character-defiling… Smash…!"

"Kyaaaaahhhhh!"

Everyone screamed.

....

After signing the cushion and having my energy drained, I managed to escape from the fans.

"Let's go."

"Yes...."

"What did you do to make that face?"

"I just became the most shameless hero in the world, Mr. Chairman."

Fan service of this caliber...

"Because I'm the Onahole Man."

"You said you could change your name later, but you sealed the deal during the interview, huh?"

"I like the name, honestly."

"…Ugh…"

It was the president's taste, of course!

"If you wanted to change it, you should've done it sooner. Didn't I tell you that? I said you wouldn't be able to change it later."

"I admit I was a bit slow."

"Next, we're heading to Dohwa-dong."

"Yes…"

Following Isabella, I roamed around, vanquishing the otherworldly villains.

As expected, it was akin to a meal prepared by the student council president.

When I nearly arrived at the scene, I carried out the villain's execution, and I was able to spread the word of the Onahole Man's merits.

The headlines for the video clips read, 'The White Devil's Chosen Man.'

'Goddess Isabella Laughs.' It had the highest view count.

The top comment mentioned that it was surprising to see Isabella, known as a hero without blood or tears, laughing at something like the 'Onahole Man.'

It seemed to have caught people quite off guard.

Indeed, even I would have found it amusing if a person with such a strong Onahole identity that they received an Onahole gift in their cabinet bore the hero alias "Onahole Man."

"What are you so engrossed in on your phone?"

"I've already put on my shorts and started watching."

Isabella, surprisingly, laughs quite easily.

And it's because of me.

That realization made my heart flutter a little.

"If you have time to giggle, go for another round."

"Understood."

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