Chapter 8 - This Game Is Not Easy

"Do you no longer… need me?"

Huh. Damn it…

I know where things went awry, but hold on just a moment. Let's discuss whatever comes to mind first.

"A woman shouldn't behave so recklessly. I'll be your friend even if you don't let me touch your breasts."

"It's not reckless… If it's Sang-hyuk… I like it."

What's there to like! The Kim Sang-hyuk you know is nothing but trash. Pure trash!

"Why would you open your heart to trash like me?"

Somehow, my dialogue was morphing into something akin to a melodrama.

Perhaps I'm getting angry.

I shouldn't let my body control me so carelessly.

"What have I ever done for you?"

Henna, covering her chest with her arm, cautiously spoke.

"You protected me… didn't you?"

"Protected you?"

"Ever since we were young, all the boys, they were scary… You drove them away…"

That's… rather unexpected.

Could it be that, despite being the lowest of the low, if I acted like this since childhood, I couldn't become close friends with a girl like her?

"Whenever I cried, you would always come running…"

She's like a grown-up baby.

But if Sang-hyuk had protected her with pure intentions, he would have never done such a thing in the latter part of the story. He had driven away other male characters who coveted the defenseless Henna simply because he was the protagonist of their tale.

After the time when a D-class could protect her passed, did she merely become an object of lust? How pitiful, Sang-hyuk.

"I… I mean… if you can, I'd like us to be friends, like this…"

"Wait a moment… I'll be your friend even if you don't touch my breasts."

"Is it not necessary? I…?"

Henna's tears fell, heavy and thick.

"Don't cry. Please… don't cry! How can I make you stop crying?"

"Breasts… friends…"

"I'll be your friend even if you don't touch my breasts…"

"Huee… I can't trust you…"

*Gasp!*

"Fine! I'll touch them! I'm going to touch them. Now, I'll touch."

As I stretched out my hands, about to make contact with her bare breasts, Henna stopped crying and stared intently at my hands.

"Are you really going to touch them?"

"Yes."

"You don't have to, you know."

"…"

"Alright. Don't cry! I said don't cry."

I had no other choice. If she were to wail loudly here, I'd truly end up in jail.

Of course, it's not that I dislike being touched. But how is this different from being violated?

Squish… squish…

"Hah…"

Henna reacts sensitively as soon as my hand reaches her.

Instead of applying any pressure, I'm merely pretending to touch her, yet my fingers easily sink into her breasts.

This insane, indescribable softness…

A chest of this size that hasn't lost its shape, it's truly beautiful.

"Huff… Hah…"

I barely endure the urge to keep touching her.

"There. I touched you. Are you okay now?"

"Not yet…"

What do you mean, not yet?! You lascivious…!

No, is she genuinely nervous?

Ultimately, by my standards, I find myself standing face to face with a raven-haired schoolgirl whom I've never seen before, indulging in the exploration of her breasts to my heart's content.

I lift her mint-colored bra up and begin to massage her earnestly.

"…I'm touching you."

"Uh, yeah… Huff… Ah…"

How long should I keep touching her for?

Henna, her ears flushed red, looks down at her own breasts being teased.

Squish… squish…

Isn't she the easiest heroine to conquer?

If she's a heroine who has always had a liking for that scumbag Kim Sang-hyuk.

After going through the student council president event, I could have practically just attacked her.

This mindset itself is dangerous.

It's hazardous to think that I can do whatever I want with such a beautiful girl.

My brain feels like it's about to melt.

It's not like I can always draw a line and maintain it.

Caress… Caress… Caress…

Gradually, strength seeps into my fingertips.

"Ugh… Uh… Huh…"

I'm not sure if it's the sweat from my chest or from my hands, but as I gently knead her warm, heated breasts,

I gradually feel as if my hands and her breasts are melding together.

My hands become as hot as Henna's chest, and my self-restraint starts to fade.

Squeeze.

"Ah…"

"…Did it hurt?"

"...No…"

"Should I stop?"

Henna shakes her head, still wanting me to fondle her breasts.

I can feel her erect pink nipples rolling under my palms.

"Was it always this erotic to touch breasts?"

…Truly, these are violent breasts.

"You can't just say we're breaking up…"

"Alright."

As I fondle her soft breasts, I make a promise to her.

"My friend, Henna."

"…Yeah."

"But we can't continue like this now. You need to come to your senses."

"Huh?"

What's the huh for?

Someone must firmly teach that such euphoric breasts shouldn't be casually permitted.

"Between friends, we don't use breasts as payment!"

I firmly grasp Henna's breasts.

"Ha… Hah, huh?!"

Henna's body is drawn to mine, and she staggers.

Nevertheless, I apply force to Henna's tender breasts, as if to leave imprints of my fingers.

"Got it? How can a friend allow me to touch such incredible breasts!"

"Ah… Uh… Hngh…!?"

While caressing her breasts, I stimulate her erect nipples with my palm.

Henna's excitement rose steadily, just like the touch of a protagonist in an erotic game. She helplessly stands on her tiptoes, gasping for breath.

She can't enjoy this. It's a lesson to be engraved into her body!

Squeeze harder.

"Ah, yes… Hii…!"

Henna's beautiful cries, reminiscent of a songbird, cause me to become aroused, and the line I swore to maintain gradually blurs.

"Did you understand? This is something you only allow for the one you love. The person you'll marry!"

"Uh… Ugh…!"

"Answer!"

I firmly grasp her ample breasts, engraving a painful lesson upon Henna.

Her breasts are treated like playthings.

Henna nods her head.

"Hah… Ugh… Uh…!"

"Do you want them to be squeezed like this every day?"

"I don't know, it's a strange… feeling…"

"Say no!"

"Ah, no…!"

That's right! That's how it should be!

"Again!"

Henna, unsure of what to do, speaks as her breasts are caressed.

"Whew, whoa… Letting a friend touch your breasts. Is. Not. Allowed."

"Now, what about this situation?"

"Ugh… Ugh…! Hah… Should I say no?"

"Try it."

"But I don't dislike it…"

"Well."

As I squeeze her breasts once more, Henna vigorously shakes her head.

"No, I don't like it. Touching my breasts… Ugh… It's not… enjoyable…."

"It's forbidden to be intimate with friends. Understand?"

I ask, tugging at her nipple.

"Yeah… intimate things… are forbidden… huff…"

"Did you get that?"

"Ah… uh…! Forbidden…!"

"Thanks for seeing me in a good light, but keep your wits about you. Do you realize how precarious your situation is right now?"

"Pre…carious?"

"You need to know how to firmly reject what's not appropriate. I don't have a hobby of taking care of big-breasted babies. If you want to be friends, remember that."

"Um…!"

Henna spoke as she watched me touch her breasts.

"Hey, friends shouldn't do this. Back off."

"Alright. I'll remember!"

I say, while squeezing her breast.

"Uh, uh, wait, uh, uh, oh…."

I hold the staggering Henna in my arms.

Is she shuddering with pleasure right now? What does it mean to be the protagonist of an adult game?

Seeing Henna disheveled after receiving breast guidance, I suddenly came to my senses.

'What have I done!'

"…Are you okay?"

"Huff… it feels… so good…."

"Get dressed quickly."

I assisted Henna in straightening out her disheveled clothing.

…In the end, each of her movements, as she minutely adjusted the position of her bra and sought a comfortable place for her breasts, was peculiarly alluring.

'…I hope I didn't touch her inappropriately.'

I had done it because I couldn't stand the thought of her paying with her ample bosom to be my friend.

I hope it helped Henna. Truly.

"We mustn't do that again as friends."

"If we were lovers… would it be okay…?"

"…"

'Did I indeed touch her inappropriately?'

Henna spoke again, catching her breath, her cheeks flushed.

"If we were lovers… would it be okay for you to touch my breasts…?"

"It would be okay… but…"

"…I see."

Henna tightly grasped my collar.

Her emerald eyes sparkled through her hair.

"…Understood."

…Should I suggest she correct this dependent behavior?

No, it's fine because it's endearing.

Life is a long journey in search of a way to live independently. I can only hope that Henna learned from Kim Sang-hyuk, the trash blinded by her breasts, as a lesson.

…My hands continue to sweat.

It was truly an unforgettable sensation.

"Something has changed about Sang-hyuk."

I feel like I've been hearing this often.

But just now, he seemed more like Yagem Sang-hyuk than anyone else.

"…Which is better?"

"Uhm… now… it's much better… my heart feels warm."

"It's because I touched you and made you sweat."

"I'm embarrassed. I want to hide."

"So why would you do such a thing? You idiot."

"...Heeep."

Is he hiccuping now? What a commotion.

"Hold your breath. Swallow."

"Heep. Heep."

Should I surprise him by saying I'll break off our friendship…?

I thought that this troublemaker might faint, so I took him to the water dispenser and gave him water.

"Gulp… Gulp…"

"You're really something."

"...Sorry."

"Don't apologize. Oh, what's your overall evaluation rank?"

Henna hesitated and then spoke shyly.

"Grade C…"

…I need to help her improve as soon as possible.

The break time between touching Henna's breasts has already passed,

I went into class, but…

"Why are you dressed like that?"

"I washed it because it got dirty. I'm sorry."

"Take a seat."

[Kim Sang-hyuk]

[Inappropriate attire – 1 penalty point]

[Total penalty points – 102 points]

…

Nothing remarkable happened, except for the penalty points.

The class content seemed somewhat familiar, yet puzzling.

Since the class proceeded under the assumption that everyone was familiar with keywords like "Dungeon," "Magical Beasts," and "Hunter," my mind was filled with wild conjectures.

To begin with, I knew so little about this game.

Why was the title "My Onahole Academy"?

Were women being treated as mere onaholes? Observing Enn's words and actions, this seemed like a plausible possibility.

Honestly, what did onaholes have to do with anything?

If I continued to be the protagonist like this, wouldn't it become "My Academy" without the onaholes?

For a brief moment, I felt amused as the image of Enn's tear-streaked face appeared in my mind.

[Unique Talent "Onahole Collector" Awakened!]

I once again realized that "OnaAka" was not a simple game.