A World That Ends If You Let Them Yuri
A bright spring day in a world that crumbles if you let them yuri. Cherry blossom petals scatter in the warm sunlight peeking through scattered clouds, carried on a gentle breeze. Female cadets chat animatedly with their classmates as they lightly step over the carpet of petals on the ground, like a red carpet at a film festival. Their fresh, blooming innocence warms the heart just to watch—but fat chance of that.
"Heh heh heh, hold it right there! Isn't that skirt a bit too short? Come over here for a sec!"
"Eek…?!"
The face of the female cadet, who had been cheerfully crossing the school gate with her friends, loses its blooming smile at my pointed remark and rapidly drains of color.
One of her classmates, who'd been walking in with her, immediately yells at me.
"Why! This length is fine!"
"You think that looks fine? One gust of wind and it'll flip right up, showing off your panties and ass—that slutty getup okay with you?"
"Eek…?!"
Heh heh heh. The nameless female cadet turns pale under my lecherous gaze, like it's licking her all over.
Another nameless one steps forward to defend her friend, thrusting out her chest and flashing the Guidance Committee badge on her arm right in my face.
"This length is fine! What's the problem? Where does her skirt violate regulations?!"
"Fine or not is for me, the Guidance Committee Chief, to decide—not you! Now, come over here."
"U-ugh…?!"
I lick my lips demonstratively, my eyes screaming "I'd deserve cuffs and jail time if I didn't have this badge." She trembles, pale as a ghost, clutching her friend's clothes for protection.
"M-Min-ah, I'm okay…"
"No way! I'll protect you. That creepy bastard—what was the president thinking appointing scum like him…?!"
"Hey now, you saying the president's judgment in appointing me Guidance Committee Chief was wrong?"
"Urk…"
Emboldened by her friend's support, the one who'd yelled at me clicks her tongue at my jab invoking the president, then thrusts out her own skirt defiantly.
"Fine, inspect me too! Compare us and you'll see you're just nitpicking!"
"If you insist? I won't stop you from showing off on your own… So come over here."
"Min-ah, really, I'm fine…"
"Anyone can see this is nitpicking! Soo-jung, stick behind me. I'll protect you no matter what."
"Min-ah…"
The two female cadets clasp hands tightly, as if together they can defeat the pervert before them.
"With the two of us, we can take on this pervert—even if heaven itself comes crashing down."
"…Yeah!"
"No, what the hell…"
What I'm seeing isn't mere friendship or camaraderie against a common foe. It's them gazing at each other with eyes full of nothing but pussy-grinding intent, petals overlapping like flowers. That's a whole different story.
Global warming signs detected. Global warming signs detected. Polar Bear Protector Kang Han-beom, please take immediate action.
I've thought this since last year, but why are the girls in this world so quick to yuri?
Homosexuality isn't some convenience store cola. Why are they so casual about rubbing pussies?
Just moments ago, these two were normal close friends. Now they're staring like they'll drag each other to some dark corner any second for a yuri grinding session, reeking of depravity.
In front of me, no less?
"The muh-gung-hwa flower has bloomed!!"
"Kyaaak?!"
"Ack! What the hell are you doing?!"
I slam down with full force using my hand—their hands clasped like a promise of "later we'll grind our pussies like this"—severing their grip.
As long as dirt doesn't get in my eyes, no yuri in front of me.
"How long you gonna stand there? Stop making a scene and get over here."
"You bastard… The president must be out of her mind appointing trash like you…!!"
"Hey, challenging the president's authority again? Want a real lesson in power?"
"I'll report this! I swear I will!"
"Report all you want—get over here."
She screams about the president nonstop, but realizing she can't do shit, the nameless cadet glares with trembling eyes, shielding her friend behind her as she shuffles over reluctantly.
I inwardly sigh in relief, pull out my pre-prepared measuring tape from my pocket, and stretch it toward the thigh of the one who'd been yelling.
"Let's see… Hey, look at this! Skirt hem is 15 cm above the knee! Academy rules are 5 cm max above, right? Heh heh heh, is this a uniform skirt or a miniskirt? Don't cadets set an example?"
"Bullshit! Measure again! You're nitpicking now…"
"See for yourself. I'd let 1-2 cm slide, but 15? Way over the line. What year, class? Write your name here. And you! Trying to sneak behind your friend? Get over here."
"Eek?!"
Heh heh heh. With my sticky gaze and sleazy laugh, I call out the cowering one behind her friend, then demonstratively kneel and stretch the tape in front of her.
"Hey, hold still. My hand might 'accidentally' touch your thigh. I'm just measuring knee to hem, so stay put. Yeah, like that… Oh?"
"Kyaaaaak?!"
A perfectly timed gust of wind hits right then. As I stretch the tape, a flash of white panties appears before me. I grin.
"You're barely within regs. But those panties look a tad regulation-questionable. Heh heh heh… Come to the Guidance Committee room later for…"
"Kyaaaaak?!"
Her skirt flips up, exposing her panties—naturally, she screams in horror.
Her shriek echoes on what should be a cheerful morning commute, drawing "of course" stares from other cadets crossing the gate in groups like daggers aimed at me.
"Kang Han-beeeeom!"
"Tch, you're good—go in. You, write your name and go."
I was just about to peek deeper into her skirt when someone shouts my name, charges over, and grabs my collar.
Damn, didn't get a good look.
I watch regretfully as she frantically smooths her skirt and flees through the gate with her friend, clicking my tongue. Then, with a shameless face, I greet the woman gripping my collar.
"Good morning, Vice President Setsuna."
"Good morning? How can you say that without a hint of shame…?!"
"Heh heh heh, manners. All these cadets watching, and the vice president grabs my collar? That's obstructing official duties."
"Obstructing duties? After what you did?! And where are you looking?!"
Of course, even as she says it, my eyes drift to her outrageously massive tits—enough to cause public indecency on sight. The sharp-featured foreign exchange student and student council vice president, Miyamoto Setsuna, glares like a hawk, releases my collar in disbelief, and reaches for the sword at her waist.
"No use playing innocent! I saw with my own eyes—you using uniform checks as an excuse to sexually harass and grope other cadets! And now you're ogling me, the vice president, with those filthy eyes?!"
"Me? That was an accident. Ask those cadets who just went in. Did I touch anyone?"
"Kuh… Then the skirt flip—"
"Wind did that. Everyone here saw. You did too—why pick on me? Or are you finally here for your uniform check? Shaking those huge tits to nitpick me? Heh heh heh… I'd gladly inspect our vice president personally, head to toe, with these hands."
"Y-You…!!"
Unlike those cadets, my blatant sexual harassment has her glaring like she'll draw her sword right here.
But she knows I'm not lying, so she reluctantly releases my collar, snorts in fury as she heads through the gate—then doubles back, eyes blazing with hostility.
"Just you wait… One slip-up, and I'll pay back every humiliation you've put me through."
"Yeah yeah, see you in the president's office later."
"Kuh…!!"
She glares murderously till the end, then crosses the gate in defeat.
Dozens of female cadets swarm Setsuna with consolation like they'd been waiting. But she's too pissed to respond, just nodding silently as she vanishes into the academy.
I ogle her jiggling tits and ass until she's gone, then turn back to the entrance path. But time flew during the inspection tussle—the once-packed commuter rush is now sparsely dotted with cadets.
A perfect Breeding Uncle leer straight out of a rapist's playbook!
"This right?"
System messages pop up signaling the end—visible only to me. I glance around cautiously anyway, then pout at them like a duck.
"Stingy EXP. Even if not main heroines, I sexually harassed them—why no credit? Fair?"
I've done this routine since last year, but 15 EXP for that?
"Give more. Didn't you see? Without me, those two would've gone grind pussies right then. Not mains or subs, sure, but more yuri population ain't good."
I whine, and the System responds.
Exasperated by Kang Han-beom's shameless EXP farming since last year, but acknowledging some merit, System considers additional EXP.
Yuri threat blocked successfully. Excellent sexual harassment of main heroine added.
Please select a skill to raise proficiency.
"Kya ha ha ha."
Grinning ear-to-ear at the proper EXP haul after so long, I swipe the air to open the skill window.
Of course, my grin drops instantly.
• Born to train women into breeding sows.
• Proficient in training, breeding, lewd acts.
• Gain EXP from Breeding Uncle behavior.
• Higher chance of lewd events.
• Sadly, the only being that can save the world from yuri threats.
...and more
Dizzying skill names and descriptions pop up like clockwork. Don't love 'em, but no choice—pick one and tap.
Ding-
Raise proficiency of Breeding Uncle's Lewd Hand Movements?
"Yeah."
Really, truly raise proficiency of Breeding Uncle's Lewd Hand Movements—a skill learned last year but never properly used?
"Yeah!"
Started as bland AI responses, now it straight-up trolls me.
All glory to Breeding Uncle Kang Han-beom, descended to save the world from yuri threats.
"Shut up. Acts like it cares while screwing me over."
Dragged me here to this yuri game where heroines fighting monsters and villains end the world by grinding pussies—just 'cause I cried at a polar bear doc. Makes me Breeding Uncle to train them, dumps ridiculous lewd missions and skills, then "glory"? What a scheming system—gives the poison, then the antidote.
I glare at it in a one-sided staredown, then close the gate and head to the president's office.