Chapter 120
Are you a thug or something? Truth be told, this whole thing was a scheme to lure out Setsuna. She'd been constantly interfering whenever I sexually harassed and groped the female cadets under the pretense of uniform checks at the school gate every morning. So, I teamed up with Park Ayoung, who had a public reputation for hating my guts. With Park Ayoung and her hypnotized personal guards pretending to "punish" me, they'd provocatively flaunt their sexy appeal during these "uniform inspections." I'd grit my teeth, refusing to lose the staring contest, and fire back with harassment—like butterflies and bees swarming flowers, a trap Setsuna couldn't ignore. Call it a self-inflicted extortion ploy.
Me, Park Ayoung, and Baek Geum-hwa—three of us pigs huddled our genitals together to devise this rotten plan. It successfully reeled in the simple-minded swordswoman whose head was filled only with swords and Brynhildr, but there was a variable: instead of a sword strike, she came flying with a flying kick. Maybe because of the crowd, but her kick—now familiar enough that I could dodge it confidently—shot out like a bullet in a rider kick. Caught off guard, I froze time for five seconds to ponder my response, then decided to cross my arms in an X to block it.
Of course, I hadn't factored in the price of underestimating her simplicity: both arms breaking, my left one shattered to bits. Anyway, after this self-mutilation extortion, I'd planned to grab her weaknesses as she came groveling for forgiveness, using it as an excuse to deflower that thick-headed female swordsman's pussy...
"You shameless wretches! What do you think you're doing?! I was graciously giving you—the lowest of the low—a special chance to beg my forgiveness, like the vast sea!"
"...Are you a thug or what?"
I never imagined she'd turn it around, demanding I forgive her—like shaking down a patient whose bones had just set. Stunned by Setsuna's absurdity, I lost my words for a moment, made eye contact with Geum-hwa, then turned back to Setsuna, who was aiming her sword at me again.
"Heh heh heh, you finally showed up? Setsuna-chan~?"
"Hah! You shameless beasts—what are you doing, I asked?!"
"What else? Asking our Geum-hwa here to take care of my erection. Can't you tell?"
"Exactly. Master's dick is hard, but his arms are busted so he can't jerk off. I'm handling it with my mouth-pussy. What's a grown woman freaking out about?"
"Y-You crazy bitches...?!"
Far from flustered, we acted like she was the rude one interrupting our good time, doubling down on the shamelessness. Setsuna looked thrown off.
"More importantly, M-Master...?! Did that mangy bitch just call you Master?!"
"Yeah. Our Geum-hwa's my meat toilet. She's like a pussy-guard, doubling as my bodyguard."
"It's an employment thing, though. I'll kill you later."
"It's not uncommon for support staff to hire Valkyries for protection, but... b-b-bodyguard... pussy-guard?!"
Setsuna instinctively hated Geum-hwa but recognized her as a formidable rival. Seeing me casually call her a meat toilet, Geum-hwa nodding along while gently gripping my erect dick—it made her backpedal in shock.
"Y-You bastard!"
Remembering her purpose here, she glared like we'd fallen right into her trap, pointing her sword at me accusingly.
"Do you have any self-awareness as the head of the Guidance Committee?! I knew you'd been neglecting your sacred duty from the president and abusing your position for personal lusts, but now you show your true colors!"
"What's the big deal? It's not like you're the only cadet catching my eye here."
"I don't want to hear it! I was going to specially let you beg my forgiveness, but now that I see how shameless you are, I'll report straight to—"
"Before that, take a look at this."
"You bastard! What are you—sneaking that d-d-dick out?!"
"Not my dick! God, you're such a pervert."
I had Geum-hwa shove the tablet PC in front of Setsuna, who squealed like a pig. She'd been glaring like she'd behead me for any funny business, but now she stared at the screen, face draining of color.
"W-What... is this...?!"
"A compensation claim. For breaking my arms and making me unable to work. I had fat contracts with major guilds and corps—huge deposits lined up—and you blew it all."
"H-How many zeros...?!"
Of course, even all totaled, it wouldn't match Geum-hwa's mithril greatsword or a Valkyrie suit. A few hundred billion at best. But to Setsuna, it was astronomical.
"And I'm claiming it from you."
"F-From me?! Why me?!"
"Why? You broke my arms, so I can't work. Who else? ...Too petty for the esteemed lady of the Miyamoto clan?"
"Tch...?!"
Setsuna clicked her tongue in dismay. Her prideful nature wouldn't let her beg her family, and she lacked the shamelessness to demand they cover her screw-up anyway. I knew that, which is why I did it.
"Plus, you didn't come to apologize—instead, you nitpick my good time with Geum-hwa? Shameless this, shameless that... and you show up sword drawn, offering me a chance to beg forgiveness? Geum-hwa, what do you think?"
"No way in hell. Even if she stripped naked and crawled on all fours groveling, it'd be iffy—and she shows up sword out? Yeah, right."
"Y-You...!!"
Geum-hwa jerked my dick off demonstratively for Setsuna's benefit. I chuckled at the pro handjob's pleasure, grinning at the grinding-teeth Setsuna.
"So, when are you paying up? And when do you strip and apologize?"
"W-What nonsense! You messed up. Why should I pay?! I won't give you a single coin!"
"Fine. Guess I'll claim it from the president then."
"What?!"
Setsuna's blue eyes widened in horror at the sudden Brynhildr mention.
"Why bring up the president...?!"
"She's your boss. When a subordinate screws up, the superior takes responsibility—and strips. Don't know that basic rule?"
"M-Making the president strip?!"
"...You heard that a different way, but it's not far off."
My ultimate goal was to turn Brynhildr into an exhibitionist sow like Radgridz—no clothes, just parading around. Setsuna was on that list too.
"Y-You vile bastard...!!"
"Wonder how the president will react? Her subordinate messes up, she shoulders it all—ends up servicing my dick. The scandal hits, no cleanup, no apology... who'd she be disappointed in?"
"The president... disappointed in me?!"
Setsuna idolized Brynhildr enough to study abroad at Valkyria Academy just to serve under her. Imagining her idol disappointed? Unthinkable. Her face paled further as I savored the show—but I was getting impatient, stroking Geum-hwa's head who'd been eyeing my dick, about to demand a blowjob.
Then...
"...What do I have to do?"
"Strip first, obviously. Didn't hear Geum-hwa? All clothes off, student ID on top."
"Tch...?!"
Setsuna had already sheathed her sword on the ground. She clicked her tongue at my dangling dick and cackling, then slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Blouse and skirt off, down to underwear—trembling under my lecherous gaze.
"What're you waiting for? Underwear too."
"F-Fine, just don't rush me...!!"
Her massive tits spilled out as she yanked off her bra and panties, fully naked. She neatly folded her uniform, stacked her underwear on top, then placed her student ID—face and name clear—on her panties. Hands shot to cover her tits and pussy.
Of course, no chance.
"No covering. Forbidden."
"Y-You shameless bastard...!!"
"Geum-hwa'll show you the pose. Watch closely."
"Crazy, what're you making me do, Master."
I wanted naked dogeza, but after all she'd put me through, something more humiliating. I ordered Geum-hwa—the expert trainer—to demonstrate the submissive pose. Eager to torment Setsuna, Geum-hwa struck it instantly.
Setsuna rebelled, predictably.
"Y-You're telling me to take that filthy pose?!"
"Don't like it? Fine, I'll tell the president everything and claim from her. She looked troubled footing that sum on the spot anyway."
"You already told the president about the compensation?!"
"Had to, in case you pulled this shameless crap? Whatever. Geum-hwa, help me up. Gotta see the president."
"W-Wait?!"
As I pretended to rise, Setsuna grabbed me desperately. Still mortified by the pose, but terrified what I'd do to Brynhildr. She dropped her arms.
"W-Watch closely..."
"Use proper respect. That's how you beg forgiveness."
"Tch... P-Please... watch closely..."
Like Geum-hwa, she spread her thighs as wide as possible, exposing her virgin pussy—tight and covered in blue pubic hair. In full frog-leg pose, hands behind her head, armpits and massive tits bare—perfect submission.
"I-I'm sorry... for hitting you, breaking your arm... I'll pay the damages from my recklessness somehow, so please forgive me... I'm apologizing like this, so show mercy...!!"
"Nah, no thanks."
"Wh-Whaaat?!"
Setsuna shrieked at my firm refusal. Geum-hwa licked her lips, sensing the fun ahead, already prepping to strip.