Ero Academy

The incident occurred when they went to an exhibition in Busan with Si-eun holding her father\'s hand. She was drawn to a painting titled "Untitled," which depicted a tall, emaciated woman bending her back amidst a desolate landscape. Objectively, it was a somewhat unsettling piece, to the point where one might worry that it could make a child cry, yet Si-eun couldn\'t help but keep looking at it, captivated by something she found beautiful.

"Why do you like this painting so much?" her father asked.

Young Si-eun raised her head and said,

"Only the woman in this painting, I cry out for her to be set free."

"The Antique Collector"

It was the birth of a villain who would later be known as Antique. Her talent lay in transforming objects with artistic value, aged more than or nearly a century, into skills. During her time as a villain, Antique plundered countless works of fine art and antiquities.

She ultimately imprisoned her own body within a painting dubbed "The Goddess of Nudity." Perhaps that was the reason.

It dawned on Si-eun that it had been a long while since she had walked on two legs.

\'Where am I?\'

She found herself in a dream-like state. The surroundings were dark, but she would soon discern where she was.

\'The exhibition I attended with my father.\'

It was a memory filled with nostalgia. At that moment, she seemed to know where she was meant to go. Si-eun believed that the most beautiful and vivid form of art was the one that depicted death.

She devoured several women who worked in her home using the "man-eating jar." Her father remained oblivious.

The jar disgorged its treasure contentedly, transforming it into a toy that Si-eun had played with in her youth.

As Si-eun grew into adulthood, she yearned to someday experience a more vivid demise.

and she discovered the "untitled."

"It was there."

Si-eun, no longer the innocent child of yesterday,

had developed breasts and a more feminine figure as she traversed the shadows.

A black cloth draped over an immense frame, which she gazed upon with reverence.

The reluctant woman captured in this antique artwork claimed the lives of hundreds in Haeundae before returning to the canvas.

Kang Si-eun was identified as the perpetrator.

Naturally, she was never apprehended.

Si-eun possessed a 500-year-old golden key once used by a princess from a long-forgotten kingdom.

and that held the secret to transcending space.

\'It was heartbreaking when Dad passed away, but...\'

Over time, Enn dedicated herself to cultivating a sense of worth in her antiques.

She believed that they were the most exquisite things.

When she communed with the most resplendent, she could forget all the world\'s suffering.

\'Yes…\'

This marks the beginning of my story.

The inception of the villain known as Antique

Such a precious memory it is. But why am I here now?

\'Ugh.\'

Sieun clutched her head.

"It hurts…"

I can\'t seem to remember...

What had happened? There\'s noise clouding my mind.

"Damn it, I said I would become an onahole!!"

…? Whose voice is that? A man\'s…?

Sieun tilted her head in confusion.

"Abandon your life as a villain and become my onahole, Sieun!"

… Something is on the verge of coming back to me.

All I can recall is my body floating as I soar through the air to some unknown destination.

It was a terrifying experience. I\'m not sure where I was headed, but I felt as if I could never return to my former self.

Voices echo in my ears.

A woman\'s desperate screams, absurd moans...

\'Is that my voice?\'

"No… I don\'t want to... Ahh…!! I\'ll kill you. You and… I\'ll make sure your family and girlfriend are all preserved!!"

"Dispose of that wicked-thinking jelly!"

"…"

Whooosh, whooosh, whooosh!!

As the sensation of something pouring forth enveloped her, darkness consumed everything. Si-eun felt her breath grow ragged.

\'Kim Sang-hyuk…\'

Yes, that\'s right.

Si-eun recalled whom she had been seeing recently.

Kim Sang-hyuk…

She knew it was him, not Seridwen or Isabella, who had vanquished Xenovia. His strength was not apparent, as revealed by his movements. Yet, like her, he possessed a power beyond the norm, one that surpassed his own, and she discovered this fact.

\'Preserved…\'

Preserved.

If preserved with the "Mercury of Qin Shi Huang" and aged for approximately 80 years, it would hold immense value. She approached with these thoughts in mind.

However, she couldn\'t remember what followed. Her recollection halted.

She did remember her body soaring through the air with a \'whoosh.\' It was like a nightmare. The memory of an event she shouldn\'t have recalled...

… She felt as though she had been liberated. Squandering precious things that shouldn\'t be wasted...

\'Enough.\'

Si-eun decided to set aside her bewildering memories.

Focusing on the painting before her, she wondered:

"Is it time to awaken the \'Untitled\'?"

She wasn\'t sure about the current situation. Nonetheless, among all the antiques Si-eun possessed, the one with the highest pure combat power was this "Untitled." Eventually, she gave it a name: "The Lady in Red Cloth."

"Alright."

It was time to awaken it. Without any hesitation, Si-eun began to unravel the black cloth. It felt as if the cloth kept coming out, no matter how much she unwound it. Was it because this was a dream? Or perhaps the frame was too large? Regardless, Si-eun continued to move her hands without much thought.

Soon, the end of the black cloth was visible, and the corner of the massive frame revealed itself. Si-eun\'s excitement grew steadily. Once more, she could witness the melancholic colors that portrayed the desolate land.

Her favorite antique, which she had avoided even looking at for fear of diminishing its impact, now unveiled its beautiful form: the "Untitled" masterpiece.

"…?"

Si-eun stared blankly at the framed painting, puzzled. What was this grotesque sight? Something else was depicted.

"This isn\'t the \'Untitled.\' It\'s not \'The Lady in Red Cloth.\'"

But there must have been no other painting here that deserved to be hung in such a large frame.

Si-eun observed it quietly and realized what the large object drawn on the frame was.

\'Men\'s reproductive organs?\'

It was a cock.

Why was a painting of a cock taking up space in Si-eun\'s inner world?

Si-eun had no idea.

\'Why a cock?\'

And an erect one at that.

Incredibly large, with distinctive shape and bulging veins.

The balls were also depicted quite prominently.

It was described so delicately that it bordered on disgusting.

No, the only emotion Si-eun felt was \'gross.\'

A huge cock is painted in an overwhelmingly large frame.

Si-eun\'s eyes naturally found the title.

『Kim Sang-hyuk\'s Cock ~Soothing with the Balls~』

[Description: Si-eun\'s favorite cock.]. The smell and shape are perfect. If Si-eun can suck or touch this cock, she can do anything.

"What?"

After reading the explanation, Kang Si-eun saw her name written on it and spoke in disbelief.

"What nonsense. This is... something like this."

Si-eun, with her well-developed artistic eye, recognized it immediately.

This painting was a brand-new piece, completed mere minutes ago.

Why would it be hanging here?

"Why do I even like this? It has no artistic value, and it\'s not old."

Si-eun believed that things were better when aged unconditionally.

She had never been in a relationship, but if she had to define her taste in men, it would be older men.

While gazing at the imposing cock painting, Si-eun let out a sigh that almost seemed like an appraisal.

"Well, it\'s not exactly beautiful."

Hmm.

She continued to look.

"…Hm."

Upon closer inspection, there seemed to be a description she liked. At first, she thought it was a straight line, but looking closer, it was a curve.

The cock was pointing upwards.

\'It looks like it\'s standing straight, yet it also appears to be bending upwards.\'

What an interesting picture!

After that, Si-eun found herself evaluating the veins and balls again.

\'This cock painting might be somewhat good.\'

Then she tilted her head.

\'Huh? Could it be good?\'

Did I think so positively about this?

Si-eun felt her mouth watering slightly, as if she had just tasted a fruit with a tangy undertone.

\'I want to… suck?\'

But what to suck?

The place where urine comes out? Why would I?

Si-eun was increasingly becoming unable to bear looking at this drawing any longer.

\'Strange.\'

Somehow…

She couldn\'t shake the thought that she had been ensnared by some bizarre trick. Yet she couldn\'t stop, because even just looking at the images of cocks filled her with happiness.

Her body seemed to float on air.

\'Ah…\'

She might have discovered something more alluring than the taste of death.

A second life goal she never expected: reveling in cocks.

But she had already found the perfect one.

\'Mmm, testicles…\'

Caressing the balls...

Si-eun marveled as she uncovered the hidden meaning in the title.

\'Scrotum… It\'s as if the scrotum comes to life.\'

The more she looked, the more she discovered new revelations.

This drawing was irresistible.

\'I love this cock. Love it. Love it…\'

So, I must have loved cocks, right?

Si-eun cautiously attempted to touch the drawing of the penis with a fluttering gaze but withdrew her hand, fearing that her body heat might cause damage.

With her own talent, she yearned to bring forth all that this penis possessed.

\'It might take more time to use my ability... But yes, maybe after 50 years...

Ah, so beautiful...

Si-eun gazed in awe at Sang-hyuk\'s penis, forgetting everything else and immersing herself completely.

\'Penis… penis… penis… I love this penis.\'

In Si-eun\'s memory, she had never encountered such a penis before. A penis she had neither smelled nor touched.

Just by looking at it, her lower abdomen ignited with heat, and her body grew warmer.

\'This penis… I want to see it in person.\'

Si-eun\'s mind was filled entirely with thoughts of Sang-hyuk\'s penis.

Suddenly,

As she regained her senses, she couldn\'t tell how much time had passed.

\'Sigh…\'

To feel such excitement at the sight of a living human body, one that wasn\'t an antique or preserved in any way, seemed impossible to her.

\'It must be preserved.\'

When encountering such a precious cock, one cannot simply let it go to waste.

Indeed. Let\'s preserve it. Imagine unveiling it after 80 years; it would be extraordinary.

"No…"

Si-eun suddenly changed her mind.

"This cock, in its living, moving state, is art itself."

If preserved as a mere specimen, its value would diminish.

Tock.

As Si-eun looked down at her feet, startled by something that had struck her, there it was: Kim Sang-hyuk\'s cock, walking around on its balls.

"Ah."

For some reason, Si-eun found herself gazing at it with familiarity. Perhaps it was because she had been imagining it from various angles while watching "Kim Sang-hyuk\'s cock—pattering with balls" just moments ago. Even though the actual cock appeared before her eyes, it didn\'t seem all that strange.

"Hello."

Si-eun crouched down in front of the cock as if she were greeting a puppy. She smiled faintly as she watched the cock continuously try to burrow into her inner thighs.

"I thought it might not be a cock."

Gently grasping it.

As if offering a handshake, she wrapped her hand around the shaft of the cock and held it firmly.

"You are mine now."

As consciousness gradually sharpened, the surroundings came into focus. The air was thick with tension, and the atmosphere vibrated with a mix of fear and anticipation. Time seemed to slow down, each second stretching into an eternity as the words echoed through the chamber.

In this realm of fantasy, where magic and mystery intertwined, the characters found themselves caught in a web of desire and intrigue. The hero, a skilled warrior with a heart of gold, was locked in a battle of wills with a powerful sorcerer who sought to claim him as his own.

The hero gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, his muscles straining against the invisible bonds that held him captive. His eyes, full of defiance and determination, locked onto those of the sorcerer, refusing to give in. The sorcerer, sensing the hero\'s resolve, let out a cruel laugh, his eyes gleaming with wicked intent.

In this world of enchantment and darkness, the relationships between the characters were as complex as the spells they wielded. As their destinies intertwined, their passions ignited, leading them down a path fraught with danger and desire.

With each passing moment, the sorcerer\'s power grew, his magical energy pulsating around them like a palpable force. He reached out, his hand hovering over the hero\'s chest, and whispered an incantation that sent shivers down the hero\'s spine. The hero could feel the sorcerer\'s fingertips grazing the skin above his heart, a sensation both electrifying and unsettling.

"I will make you mine," the sorcerer hissed, his voice laced with malice and lust. His fingers moved lower, tracing a path down the hero\'s taut abdomen, stopping just above the waistband of his trousers.

The hero\'s breath hitched, and he fought to suppress a moan as the sorcerer\'s fingers slipped beneath the fabric, wrapping around his throbbing cock. The sorcerer\'s touch was like ice and fire, sending a jolt of pleasure and pain through the hero\'s body. He gritted his teeth, struggling to maintain control, but the sorcerer\'s grip was unyielding.

As the sorcerer continued to tease and torment the hero, his other hand ventured lower, cupping the hero\'s balls and eliciting a gasp. The sorcerer smirked, his eyes alight with triumph, as he reveled in the hero\'s vulnerability.

In this twisted game of power and seduction, the stakes had never been higher. The hero\'s heart raced, his body betraying him as it responded to the sorcerer\'s touch. The bonds of magic that held him captive tightened, the pressure building as he teetered on the edge of surrender.

Yet, even in the face of such overwhelming odds, the hero refused to give in. His spirit, as indomitable as the ancient dragons that once roamed these lands, burned brightly within him. And as the sorcerer\'s wicked laughter filled the chamber, the hero gathered his strength, preparing for the battle that would decide his fate and the fate of the entire kingdom.

In this epic tale of love and war, passion and peril, the path ahead was uncertain. But one thing was clear: every moment, every breath, and every heartbeat was charged with the electricity of a thousand storms. And as the hero and the sorcerer faced off in this titanic struggle, their destinies intertwined, the fate of their world hanging in the balance.

Only time would tell which of them would emerge victorious and which would be forever bound by the shackles of desire.

*