Chapter 123
I'll become Master's sow. But now that Setsuna's run off, what should I do next? Chasing after her after saying something like that would look pretty pathetic, and besides, with both my arms busted up like this, even if I went to class, I wouldn't be able to focus anyway. And above all, since there's a chance Setsuna might change her mind and come back, I've ended up stuck in this infirmary bed against my will.
As I'm agonizing over whether to wait around pining for Setsuna, who may or may not show up, Geum-hwa comes back from emptying her pussy in the bathroom and flops down casually beside me.
"You don't even have a cast on, and you look fine. Can't you just do what we always do?"
"What we always do? Like groping your tits and pussy...?"
"Not that! Is sex the only thing in your head?!"
"Then what else should be in there?"
"..."
What a prick... Though she doesn't say it out loud, I chuckle at Geum-hwa's pitiful, disdainful glare. Despite her words, I swipe my bracelet to switch her to naked mode and reach out toward her offered breasts.
"You're gonna let me touch them anyway. You're such a slut for it."
"You're the one who made me like this from the start! Does a meat toilet like me even have the right to refuse?"
"Heh heh heh. I really love that side of you."
"Love my ass... Nngh♡"
Contrary to her prickly words, I roll one of Geum-hwa's already rock-hard nipples between my fingers. She doesn't resist at all, just moaning wherever my hand goes. I tune into the wild melody echoing in her husky voice and start reaching for her crotch.
But just as I'm about to grope her filthy pussy like always, a sharp pain shoots through my outstretched arm. I grab it and groan.
"Ugh... it still hurts..."
"Hurts? You look fine on the outside."
"The bone's just set. The damage isn't gone. Like I said, no cast, but my left arm's barely tougher than a chopstick right now. No wonder the teacher said to rest for a week."
"..."
"What?"
Geum-hwa stares at me blankly. It looks like she's glaring in annoyance, but knowing how lovable she is, I ask if she has something to say—or wants something. Instead of answering, she wraps her arms around my injured one with her massive tits.
"Th-then... use my tits and pussy as a splint to hold your arm..."
"Hah...?!"
She thrusts her voluptuous breasts at me like some kind of pressure bandage. With her flushed cheeks and averted gaze screaming temptation, this adorable meat toilet suggests a tit-pussy splint without holding back a single erotic element. I nod vigorously and tell my loyal, lovable toilet.
"You know I love you, right?"
"Cut the crap. Who said I'm doing this 'cause I like it? I'm just making sure you don't whine about your arm hurting later and refuse to pay up. So you heal fast and can't make excuses. D-don't get the wrong idea."
"You're the best, Geum-hwa. Come on, kiss."
"W-wait?! M-mmph... Chuuu♡"
I immediately slide my left arm between her tit-pussy and devour her in a depraved kiss. Geum-hwa seems to resist at first but soon closes her eyes, wrapping her tongue around mine aggressively. At the same time, she tightens her grip on my arm, ramping up the hydraulic pressure and heating her tit-pussy's insides to a scorching level. My dick feels like it's gonna burst.
"Nurse sis, my arm's fine, but my dick hurts!"
"I said cut the crap! Say one more stupid thing and I'm pulling away."
"Heh heh, yes ma'am."
"Mmmph, sluuuurp♡"
Shlick shlick♡ Of course, despite her words, she sensibly starts jerking me off right away. This former blonde delinquent tomboy has fully molded herself to me. As I enjoy her kiss-and-jerk service, I'm thinking maybe I can relax and wait for Setsuna when—
Creak—
"Guidance Committee Chief Kang Han-beom, are you still here?"
"Y-yeah! Still here...!"
For some reason, Setsuna—who I was waiting for—doesn't show, but Brynhildr returns. She was the one who told us to sort it out ourselves and left earlier. Startled, I hurriedly pull the blanket over my erect lower half. Geum-hwa swiftly switches to uniform mode and crawls under the bed.
Swish— We finish our frantic, perfectly coordinated movements—like we'd rehearsed—just as Brynhildr, her face slightly flushed for some reason, parts the curtain around the bed and appears before me.
"So, it's a bit odd to ask how long it's been since I last saw you, but how's your body?"
"Much better. There's still some pain, but compared to before the cast, it's a hundred—no, a thousand times improved."
"I see... that's fortunate."
I casually raise my hand to gesture that I'm much better, and Brynhildr immediately sits in the chair by the bed. She launches into a solemn tone.
"Then let's get to the point. You can probably guess why I'm here?"
"Yeah, about Setsuna, right?"
"Yes... I came to propose something to you regarding the compensation claim against Vice President Setsuna."
"A proposal? What kind?"
"Ngh♡"
At the word "proposal," I immediately grope Brynhildr's breasts. Her body, tamed by my touch, reacts instantly, drawing out a sultry moan. Even though our usual filthy sessions—what we call massage time—aren't on the agenda, she permits my outrage and gently grips my hand on her chest.
"Hmm, so your proposal... as expected, you're offering to pay Setsuna's compensation in her place?"
"Y-yes... As you know, the amount you're claiming is far too huge for a mere trainee like Vice President Setsuna. Even pro Valkyries would need years of work to earn that much. There's no way she has it."
"Right, and with Setsuna's personality, she won't ask her family for help. So..."
"...you told her to pay with her body if she has no money."
"How'd you know?"
By the way, Brynhildr and I share a secret we can't tell Setsuna. Maybe she's using this chance to ease her guilt over sneaking around with me behind Setsuna's back. When I ask how she knew, she points at my bulging lower half.
"The moment I entered the room, that familiar scent was thick in the air. The smell of your dick getting hard at the sight of a female... proof you were planning something lewd with Vice President Setsuna."
"Ah."
That was actually because of Geum-hwa. But Brynhildr's jumping to conclusions, and I can't exactly tell her that.
"But even if you're offering to pay in her place, President, you don't have that kind of money either. You've just started your pro career, and as you said, it'd take years of breathing just to earn it. Unless you're borrowing from your family..."
"A pointless question. Stop beating around the bush and get straight to it."
"Fine. You're saying you'll pay in Setsuna's place?"
"Hnngh♡"
Squeeze♡ Brynhildr, prouder than Setsuna, would never borrow family power for this. Her actions scream it, and her claim of coming to pay was just an excuse from the start. The way she deliberately guides my hand into her blouse for better access, the moans slipping through her bitten lips—they're dead giveaways she wants to get filthy with me under the pretext of compensation. Easing her guilt over Setsuna while getting some action: two birds with one stone.
"In other words, you're offering to become my sow in Setsuna's place. Using that slutty body of yours."
"How vulgar... How does saying I'll pay the compensation with my body turn into me becoming your s-sow♡?"
"I'll use you as a sow until the money's paid off. And you like being treated like this anyway."
"Huuu♡"
Suddenly dropping the formal speech triggers her sow mode; Brynhildr shivers violently. Once it stops, she licks her lips, flashing a lustful smile in those blue eyes that were strict just moments ago, and nods quietly.
"Yes, just as you said. Until Vice President Setsuna pays off the full compensation... I'll become yours, Master's sow...♡"
"Then oink like a pig."
"Y-you can't mean...♡"
She trembles, clutching her massive tits. But in our absolute master-servant dynamic, when I glare like I did with Geum-hwa, Brynhildr twitches her lewdly sucked lips and—
"O-oink...♡"
—lets out the world's sluttiest pig squeal, proving she didn't declare it lightly.
"One last question. It's time-limited, but President—no, Brynhildr—you've become my sow, right?"
"Yes... until the money's paid, I'm your sow...♡"
"Then we need to draw up the pledge right aw—wait, why the hell is my sow still dressed?!"
"Grk... oiiink♡"
Brynhildr, resolved to her grotesque humiliation far from beauty, starts unbuttoning her top.