My Taboo Academy

At the entrance of **Veyron Academy**.

A group of cute female students who looked like freshmen had gathered and were talking excitedly.

’What’s going on over there?’

"Ah! There he is!"

"We found him!"

"Wow!"

’Seriously, what’s happening?’

How many guys would immediately assume a crowd of girls at the school gate was waiting for them? I was completely thrown off when I suddenly got surrounded by a bunch of energetic girls who looked like rabbits.

Was it because I was the academy’s current joke, the infamous "Fleshlight Man"?

The atmosphere felt way too cheerful for that.

There was only one real reason they had gathered.

"Wow! You’re so handsome!"

"Kyaa!"

"Can I take a picture? Please?"

"You’re so tall!"

"Handsome!"

"Give me your number please! Your number!"

Giggles everywhere.

I stood there frozen while the group of girls whose faces and names I didn’t even know clung to me.

Some hugged my arm, some grabbed my chest, some held my hands...

This was basically open sexual harassment.

I needed to say something firm.

"...Alright, line up. We’ll take photos one by one."

"Kyaa~! Yes!!"

See that? Instant control.

With just one sentence I had them all obeying. A face like this really didn’t need any hypnosis skill.

I’m already exhausted...

It had been a full thirty minutes of taking photos for huntergram before I finally made it back to the locker room.

And there she was.

"Ren... Hi..."

Standing quietly was the black-haired, large-breasted girl who always seemed to drain my energy just by existing near me.

Unlike the noisy crowd earlier, she was extremely quiet and timid, looking like she would do almost anything I asked.

Her hands were clasped neatly in front of her, her posture perfectly straight, which only pushed her full chest forward even more. The sight was devastating.

"...Hi, Elle."

"Me too..."

"You want a photo as well?"

She nodded.

Of course. With a face like this, I might as well do my civic duty.

"Come closer then."

"I don’t really know how to take pictures..."

"I’ll take it for you. Just open the camera app."

I crouched a little to match her height and took the photo.

In the corner of the frame I could see her making a tiny, shy V-sign with her fingers.

"Huh? You still don’t have my number saved?"

"I only got this phone yesterday."

"Yesterday?"

She hadn’t owned a smartphone until now? Maybe her family was strict.

Without thinking much, I typed my number in.

"Here. This is mine."

"Can I... message you?"

"Of course."

Elle fidgeted happily, looking back and forth between the screen and my face.

"Thank you. I’ll definitely contact you."

"Want to take a picture of your breasts after a bath as thanks?"

"..."

"...I’m joking."

I really shouldn’t tease her like that. Her chest was already occupying too much of my attention, which was why the stupid comment slipped out.

"Should I... actually take one?"

"Don’t. If something goes wrong, your personal pictures could spread all over the internet."

Elle flinched hard, trembling like pudding in an earthquake.

"What would happen then?"

"What do you think? Instead of female students, a bunch of suspicious men would show up demanding handshake events."

"Yikes! I don’t want that."

"You don’t?"

"I don’t like anyone except you, Ren."

"..."

Why did she have to make an exception for me? My heart skipped for a second.

Elle bashfully twisted her waist a little.

"Does that mean only you can see it...?"

"No. I already said don’t take any pictures."

"Ah... so it’s not allowed between friends?"

That’s right. It’s not allowed between friends.

If Elle were my girlfriend, I would have asked for erotic selfies every single day.

_...I’m just worried some random guy might take advantage of her while she’s walking around looking that defenseless._

[Beep]

[Ren Asahi, Rank D. Authentication complete]

The student ID ban had finally been lifted.

Inside my locker were piles of high-quality men’s magazines.

Not surprising. I would have been more shocked if there were actual textbooks related to my major.

And underneath them...

["Crimson Eye" activated]

[Elle’s underwear]

[Elle’s cherished pink underwear] [Stolen before physical education class.]

...

So the bastard who stole innocent Elle’s underwear was the old me.

"Elle."

"Yes?"

I called out to her as she was tidying her locker.

"This."

Elle’s face turned bright red the moment she saw the underwear set I was holding out.

"Ah, um...?"

"I’m returning it."

"...Thank you."

"Just take it. Don’t say anything."

Elle quietly accepted her underwear back.

Stealing it and then returning it with my own hands was honestly a bizarre situation.

"Are you... done with it?"

"Do you think I’d wear women’s underwear?"

"Well..."

Impossible.

She was clearly wondering if I had used them for something else.

"I didn’t use them."

"You took them but didn’t use them? Why? Are they... tacky?"

I never expected the conversation to go in this direction.

How was I supposed to know if stolen women’s underwear looked tacky or not? I’d never stolen any in my previous life.

"When did I ever say they were tacky?"

"You kind of looked like you thought so..."

"If it’s on your body, nothing looks tacky."

The mint-colored bra I saw yesterday was already permanently burned into my memory.

As long as the underwear was wrapping around those full breasts, it automatically became a luxury item.

"..."

Elle looked a little pleased.

My answer might have been a bit old-fashioned, but it seemed to be the right one.

I continued searching through the locker for anything else problematic.

[Men’s Exclusive Magazine, SS Issue 25]

Liliana, the visual of the legendary idol group "TTT," was featured under the name "Linda May." Surprisingly, the magazine was rated for all ages.

’Linda May?’

The one who looked exactly like the student council president?

Curiosity got the better of me and I opened it slightly. The resemblance was undeniable.

Silver hair and a generous chest were the defining features.

’There’s usually a cliché that they’re the same person.’

Even with photo editing, they didn’t seem to be the same person at all.

Even if the pink eyes were contact lenses, Linda May in the photoshoot gave off the aura of a charming, well-endowed girlfriend type.

’There’s even student council president merchandise in here.’

Tumblers, mouse pads, body pillows...

When was all of this ever going to get cleaned out?

I couldn’t tell if the old Ren came to the academy to study or just to feed his obsession.

’I can understand the feeling, though.’

Liliana really was beautiful.

The chances of a D-class nobody like me meeting her through normal means and succeeding were basically zero.

Being good-looking alone wouldn’t be enough to win someone like that.

If the goal was simply to turn her into a "Fleshlight," the situation would be different... but the thought made me laugh at how absurd I was being.

Me? Going after the student council president?

There was almost nothing more ridiculous than that.

I had no intention of using my abilities for something like that.

No matter how much the goddess encouraged it.

It would be far more satisfying to grow stronger properly and earn the recognition of the heroines the normal way.

The morning class was "Dummy Power Measurement."

I turned around to face Elle, who was sitting behind me.

"What’s that about?"

"It’s a test where we score points by attacking dummies."

"Points, huh..."

It felt very much like an academy event.

In the real world we had mock exams where students competed for scores in core subjects to get into good universities.

The only similarity was that scores decided everything.

In terms of pure entertainment value, though, the Dummy Power Measurement seemed way more interesting.

"Have you two practiced at all?"

Aria suddenly appeared beside us.

Since class hadn’t started yet, I pulled an empty chair over next to Elle’s desk and sat down.

"I only found out about it today."

"You should have marked it on your calendar. It counts toward the first semester evaluation."

Exactly the kind of thing an exemplary student would say.

Aria looked at me and smiled brightly. I felt a small flutter in my chest.

Having a beautiful girl clearly wanting to get closer and approaching me first still felt refreshing.

"Don’t worry. This is Aria-sensei speaking. I’ll teach you both properly."

"Then I’ll only trust you, Aria-sensei."

"I trust you too..."

Elle quietly added after me.

Aria looked satisfied.

"When you attack the dummy, distributing your stamina is the most important thing. Since it doesn’t fight back, it’s easy to overexert yourself."

"Isn’t it better to just go all out?"

"You have to be careful because it’s timed in intervals."

"Oh."

According to Aria, the test was divided into three parts: 6 seconds, 30 seconds, and 2 minutes, after which a comprehensive score was given. If you used too much energy at the beginning, you’d be gasping for air during the final two-minute interval.

I wasn’t sure how much that applied to me since my only real attack skills were Soul Excretion and Yaksha Assault. Still, swinging with full power for two straight minutes without proper breathing control would definitely cause problems.

Especially when using skills.

"That’s helpful," I said.

"Ren, since you gained some strength from clearing the dungeon yesterday, isn’t it worth aiming for a C-rank promotion in the next evaluation?" Aria asked.

"Is C-rank the normal standard for second-years?"

"Yes. It’s actually pretty rare to still be D-rank. But you’ve only just started blooming. No one knows how high your peak might be."

"Yeah. I want to grow properly and become a real hunter."

The moment I finished speaking, Darian Crowe and his group, who had clearly been eavesdropping, burst into loud laughter.

"Hahaha!"

"..."

Aria glared at them sharply.

"What’s so funny?"

"Nothing. Just watching a couple of idiots play hunter."

This was Darian Crowe.

He wore a single earring, his eyes half-lidded in a lazy expression, mouth permanently twisted into a sneer aimed at me.

For some reason he genuinely hated me.

With his sleeves rolled up showing tattoos, he looked intimidating. If I were still my old self, I probably wouldn’t have even been able to meet his eyes.

Honestly, I still didn’t want anything to do with him.

"What about Ren? He’s got talent, right?"

"Yeah the talent of collecting Fleshlights!"

Darian’s group snickered together.

"He’s probably the best at jerking off alone. No contest."

"Did you really decide to become the Fleshlight Diva and support him, Aria?"

"..."

The direct teasing made Aria’s cheeks turn red.

As long as they kept bringing up my vulgar talent and the word "Fleshlight," there was no way a female student could win a verbal fight.

"Ren Asahi, just drop out already and go look for workshop jobs."

Darian walked over and put his hand on my shoulder.

"Desperate hunters who need your fleshlights will line up for you."

I brushed his hand off.

"Oh? Even the Fleshlight collector fights back when stepped on?"

"Don’t touch me."

The atmosphere in the classroom instantly grew tense, like a fight was about to break out.

"I don’t have many clothes, so I can’t afford to get them dirty."

"I see. Well..."

Darian patted my shoulder again.

"Before I drop out, I should at least find go and see if I can get a double-digit score, I’ll go home and look for my mother."

"Hehehe."

In the end, scores were what really mattered.

This time, I decided I would aim for a high one.

A short while later, at the indoor training ground.

The straw-dummy measurement finally began.

Take this!

"Soul Excretion Smash!!!"

My finishing move roared out.

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