Chapter 126
What the hell is this hothead doing here? As far as I know, Setsuna isn't a ninja—she's a samurai who lags a bit in defense and stamina compared to the other heroines but boasts top-tier agility and DPS. So when the fuck did she get here, and how much did she see?
Before Baek Geum-hwa can even react, I turn toward Setsuna, who's silently snuck up, closed the door, and is now pressing a blade against my back as I try to lie down on the bed again.
"That thing poking my back—is it maybe just a pencil or something?" I ask her casually.
"You bastard, how dare you to the president...!!"
"Yeah, figured it wasn't. Were you spying on us? No matter how much you run from reality, nothing changes. If you're that pissed and want to kill me but have decided to become my sow instead..."
"Don't act like you saw it all up close! What does that even matter?! How dare you spew such filthy words at the president and send her back in that humiliating state...!!"
"Hmm... so you only overheard, huh?"
From what I can tell, all she saw was me ordering a naked Brynhildr to head back to the student council president's office. And what she overheard was spotty at best—just enough to know Brynhildr was sacrificing herself in Setsuna's place.
If she'd witnessed the whole thing with her own eyes—from start to finish—she couldn't possibly glare at me like I'm the only villain here after seeing Brynhildr greedily sucking my dick and stamping her pussy print on the pledge over and over like the vulgar slut she is.
To test my theory, I turn around, my cock still glistening with Brynhildr's saliva swinging freely. Setsuna flinches at my brazen display—probably flashing back to Baek Geum-hwa tangled up with me—but quickly steels herself, staring daggers like she's about to slice my dick off any second.
"Making the president suck that filthy thing? Seducing her with your vile tongue, trying to turn her into your plaything?!"
"Heh heh, didn't I just explain what 'seeing is believing' means? And here you are, acting like overhearing once makes you an expert."
"Guh...!!"
She's probably thinking: Brynhildr made that choice because of me. Because I let my pride get in the way. Instead of owning up to my mistake and responsibility, I ran—and Brynhildr, who knows me so well, sacrificed herself to keep me out of trouble. I did this to her.
In the original story, there was a scene where Brynhildr anticipated Setsuna's reckless actions and rushed in to save her hotheaded subordinate just in time, emphasizing their bond. Of course, thanks to the system alarms blaring every time those two tried to yuri-grind, I'd rush in and cockblock them—they haven't even kissed yet. But seeing how well they read each other's intentions and motivations, the yuri threat is clearly far from over.
"Anyway, if you overheard, you know the deal. The president—no, Brynhildr—has agreed to become my sow in your place. So head on out."
"Shut your mouth!"
"The judge already banged the gavel—Brynhildr's taking responsibility for my lust and paying reparations as my sow. You're off the hook, so scram."
"I said shut it!!"
"Ugh, did you swallow a steam whistle or something?"
Setsuna lets out a piercing shriek. Good thing the school nurse stepped out earlier, or she'd have the whole neighborhood gathered. Her voice is so loud, it's like some pig-farming lioness auntie skinned into Setsuna cosplay—not a samurai in sight.
Still, showing up like this means even this simpleminded hothead has some plan. I keep my eyes locked on her, waiting to see what she'll do next.
Her blade starts trembling against me.
"Retract it."
"How do you retract something that's already stamped and sealed? You know why Brynhildr came to me."
"Don't utter the president's name with that filthy mouth! Retract it unless you want to be cut down!"
"You crazy bitch."
Setsuna screams at me again, and Baek Geum-hwa finally snaps—maybe she can't stand watching anymore, or figures letting Setsuna run wild endangers me. She blasts over with a gust of wind.
For the record, I've built a solid bond with Baek Geum-hwa too—not as long as with Setsuna and Brynhildr, but enough to predict her next move. I lean back like dodging bullets in The Matrix.
Sure enough, a gleaming mithril greatsword whistles past my face, its razor edge on full display—then,
"Put that sword away right now!?"
"Ugh...?!"
Claaaang—!!
Thinking I'm about to attack her, Setsuna swings to defend—but Baek Geum-hwa's blade clashes head-on, shoving her back with raw power. Panting, she glares at Setsuna and roars.
"Who the hell are you pointing that sword at again!"
"Grr, you mangy mutt... you meat toilet bitch, butting in again...!!"
Setsuna snarls at Baek Geum-hwa like it's the most natural thing. But she doesn't charge. She's trash-talked the naked Baek Geum-hwa as a stray dog and toilet slave, but as a warrior, she respects her skills—and knows she can't win against a Valkyrie in a Valkyrie Suit that amps physical abilities several times over.
Hothead mode only kicks in for daily life or Brynhildr stuff—combat's a different story.
I let out a small sigh of relief at Setsuna still clinging to reason even in battle, then straighten up from my lean.
"So, what do you want?"
"Isn't it obvious?! Release the president! I'll... b-become your s-sow..."
Classic snake-tongue slip-up! My smug grin makes Setsuna glare like she wants to tear me into a thousand pieces, but she quickly realizes she's spilled her goal. Her face twists in humiliated dogeza shame.
I look at her and say,
"Oh? Sorry, can't do that."
"You filthy creep...!!"
"Think about it. Brynhildr and I already sealed the deal. Now you waltz in offering to be my sow—what's that supposed to mean? She chose this to protect you, and you're just handing yourself over like it's nothing. That right?"
"I want to protect the president too! Besides, this is my mistake, my responsibility! Paying with my own body is only fair!"
"Yet you couldn't accept that logic and caused all this mess."
"Guh...?!"
Setsuna falters, her words hitting home. Seizing the moment, I swing my cock as I step toward her.
"But ignoring a prime Valkyrie like you volunteering as my sow? Nah. Let's test that resolve first. Geum-hwa."
"You sure? What if she snaps?"
"You'll protect me again, right?"
"Hmph... I'm just fulfilling the contract. Hnng♡ This crazy master's fucking my pussy again...♡"
Adorable. I tease Baek Geum-hwa's flushed pussy with my hand, her moans and squelches making Setsuna bite her lip. I turn to her.
"Come in. And strip everything off again. Can't even get the basics right if you're gonna be my sow."
"You filthy bastard...!!"
She grits her teeth at me sauntering back to bed but slowly strips naked anyway. I spot her slip-up immediately.
"Hold up—why the face?"
"What about it?"
"Your expression screams 'this sucks, I hate it.' Not wanna be my sow? Fine by me."
"I-I'm stripping, aren't I?! Can't you tell how much I want to be your sow?!"
She's pissed but keeps going, afraid I'll change my mind—glaring fiercely the whole time. I chuckle wickedly at the evil thought bubbling up.
"Sure? Then hand over those clothes."
"...So now you won't even let me wear clothes. Treating women like mere sex toys... Wh-what are you doing?! "
"Heh heh."
I snatch her clothes and chuck them out the window. She glares, stunned she didn't see it coming, but I ignore her and casually change back into my uniform right in front of her naked self.
"Told you—sows don't need clothes. Didn't you see Brynhildr earlier? Walking back to the student council president's office buck naked. Full nudity's sow standard."
"I-I was just startled you threw them! Of course I know that 'common sense.'"
"Yeah?"
"Yes. So, how's my body? Good enough to raise as the president's sow replacement, right?"
"Hmm..."
What to do with this hothead. Her eyes dart to the window, but she insists she's shameless, thrusting out her tits and pussy like come on, fuck me already.
I snicker.
"Thought it over—can't break the contract with Brynhildr."
"What?!"
"But if you become my sow? Different story."
"Cut the word games. What are you getting at?"
"Heh heh..."
Setsuna grinds her teeth at the drying pledge on the drawer and Brynhildr's pussy stamps, but leans in to hear me out.