Hurry and Forgive Me!
Student Council President's Office. Setsuna felt a heavy guilt, as if she were a criminal, as she bowed deeply toward the desk where her master had briefly stepped away.
"It… must have been my imagination, right? It had to be. There's no way Brynhildr would be disappointed in me, Setsuna…"
Of course, she couldn't just bow her head passively. She desperately denied it, recalling the look in Brynhildr's eyes she'd seen at the school gate moments ago.
"That doesn't mean I didn't do anything wrong. I know I was too complacent… but Kang Han-beom—that guy is clearly a villain who deserves to be expelled from this prestigious Valkyrie Academy, and Brynhildr knows it too…"
If she hadn't been mistaken, if what she'd really seen was true, then what about her had disappointed Brynhildr? She'd originally planned to follow Kang Han-beom, who had collapsed clutching his arm, to the infirmary, but Brynhildr's firm order to wait here in the president's office first had left Setsuna standing before the desk like a punished child, head bowed, pondering the reason over and over.
"I don't get it… Is it because it could spark conflict with the Support Department? Even if he's highly rated as a craftsman and actually earns a fortune, the cadets from Support—who are infamous for not even sticking together among themselves—wouldn't come out criticizing over something like this…"
Besides, Kang Han-beom had such a terrible reputation. She admitted her kick had been too harsh, but she was confident no cadet would fail to feel satisfaction from her actions or point fingers in condemnation. Bluntly put, in this academy, cadets who hadn't been sexually harassed or assaulted by Kang Han-beom over uniform violations or the like were exceedingly rare, excluding him and a few other men.
"Was it wrong to trust that bastard? Was my complacency the problem, thinking he'd definitely dodge my strike?"
Uuugh…!!
As she clutched her head in torment, Setsuna flinched at the soft sound of the doorknob turning behind her. She bowed her head again at the sight of Brynhildr slowly entering.
"P-President…"
"Crushed fracture."
"Pardon?"
"They reattached the bone right away with a recovery potion, but they said at the infirmary that if even a bit more force had been applied, it might not have just shattered into pieces—it could have turned to powder, making recovery uncertain. Plus, a fracture was found in his right arm too, which he'd crossed with his left to block the kick, so they treated that as well."
"…"
She knew. How could she, the one who'd delivered the blow, not know? Recalling Kang Han-beom's arm shattering under her foot, Setsuna bowed her head even deeper at Brynhildr's heavy words, wishing she could crawl into a rat hole.
"The good news is they acted quickly, modern medicine is advanced, so there'll be no issues with daily life, and full recovery should take about a week."
"…"
"A week…"
Setsuna felt a flicker of puzzlement at Brynhildr's sigh, as if she were thinking the same thing, but she couldn't demand an answer in this moment and silently waited for her next words. Brynhildr sat at her desk, crossed her arms, and spoke.
"I can empathize with whatever mindset led to your actions. But Vice President Setsuna, you know full well what you did wrong, don't you?"
"Yes… I was too… hasty and reckless."
"I can sympathize with wanting to chase him out, too…"
"…?"
"Ahem, I'm not unsympathetic, but assaulting a Support Department cadet—who's practically a civilian—in such a public place and causing injury… No matter our relationship, I can't overlook it."
Again. Once more, something related to him slipped into Brynhildr's words, stirring doubt in Setsuna. But compared to the discipline Brynhildr was about to impose, such questions seemed trivial, so Setsuna brushed them off and asked Brynhildr, who was biting her lip discontentedly.
"Suspension…?"
"Yes, for some time to reflect. And though you'll dislike it, apologize to Guidance Committee Head Kang Han-beom as well."
"That's…!!"
Apologize to that man? The image of Kang Han-beom mocking her as "Setsuna-chan~" flashed in her mind, and Setsuna jerked her head up, staring at Brynhildr as if she could do anything but apologize to him.
"I know what you're thinking. But Vice President Setsuna, didn't you admit it yourself? That you acted too hastily and complacently."
"But?!"
"Or do you intend to defy the punishment handed down by me, the current student council president? I'd be very disappointed in you then."
"Kh…?!"
Disappointed—disappointed in her? It wasn't certain, probably just her imagination, but recalling Brynhildr's cold, disappointed gaze at the school gate, Setsuna felt her heart sink and slowly lowered her head again.
"Under… stood… I'll apologize. I'll be suspended for now and seek his forgiveness."
"I know it's unpleasant, but make sure you get his proper forgiveness. He said if you apologize sincerely, he won't make an issue of it and will let it drop."
"Won't make an issue?"
Who does he think he is? She admitted her hand had been too heavy, but for that scum to act like he was the boss, talking about forgiving or not forgiving to Brynhildr—Setsuna ground her teeth silently.
"It pains me too, Vice President Setsuna. Having evil right before us that we could execute, doing the right thing yet unable to praise it—this reality."
"No, it was my recklessness. I'll take responsibility and seek forgiveness from that bastard… And make him pay the price later."
"Is that so…"
With that, Brynhildr spun her chair toward the window—an unspoken dismissal.
"Then I'll take my leave."
Setsuna bowed one last time before leaving, then turned and swiftly exited the office like a swallow, determined to wrench forgiveness from Kang Han-beom.
"A whole week to wait…"
Stab…♡
Her mind filled with rage toward Kang Han-beom, she missed Brynhildr's final words—spoken as if longing for someone—and the lewd sound from her lower body just before the door closed.
*****
"Ugh, that brute Setsuna… She swings that sword like a pro usually, then suddenly pulls a rider kick?"
"Right? Who plans bad shit anyway? So, you okay now?"
"No, not at all. Arm broke into how many pieces? Five? Six?"
"Big and small added up—eight. Exactly one pizza pie, like I teased."
This meat toilet bodyguard of mine, dubbed "Pussy Guard," is mocking her owner instead of feeling guilty that he got hurt.
Lying on the infirmary bed, waiting for my shattered arm to fully heal, I glared at the giggling blonde tanned big-tits girl, Baek Geum-hwa—my meat toilet bodyguard, aka Pussy Guard.
"You too—should've at least pretended to block. What if you actually fall asleep there? You're so irresponsible."
"What can I do if I'm sleepy? If you don't wanna hurt, don't do shit that gets you hit."
"Agh, that…!!"
She'd been right there with me, dick-to-pussy, plotting to bait Setsuna into rough play by having me scheme bad stuff with Park Ayoung. Now she shamelessly acts like "You planned bad shit, your fault!" dodging all responsibility. Infuriating.
"What, why you glaring at my dick like that… Wanna punish my pussy?"
"If you'd noticed, why didn't you protect me earlier? Watched till my arm was smashed?"
"Kkhup, y-you crazy… M-Master, didn't your arm break…♡"
Squelch-♡
I grabbed Geum-hwa's tits viciously with my relatively less injured right arm—not the one that shattered. It hurt like hell since they'd just reattached the fresh break, but I couldn't let this insolent meat toilet mock her master without consequence. Dignity demanded I endure the pain from my arm, fondle her braless massive tits, twist her nipples gently as her breath heated up, and command.
"Mouth-pussy out. I'm pissed—gonna vent one in your mouth-pussy."
"Haa… Then you'll piss in my pussy after."
"You… So that's your angle?"
"D-Don't be ridiculous! I'm just your meat toilet by contract—not 'cause I like it♡"
Words aside, she tossed her hair back and yanked down my patient pants with a whoosh.
As I thought to ease the pain in both arms enjoying her mouth-pussy lightly—
Shwaaaa-!!
"Kang Han-beom! Hurry up and forgive me! If not, today I'll cut you down in one—wh-what are you doing?!"
"Ah."
"Hoo, that bitch's timing…!!"
Geum-hwa clicked her tongue, glaring at Setsuna as the curtain was flung back, ruining our good time.