Chapter 14
Why did Brynhildr summon me? The thought that Park Ayoung might have snitched to her crossed my mind briefly, but I doubted it. Still, could someone have witnessed what we were doing and reported it to Brynhildr? That idea had flickered through my head when I first got the message, but I quickly dismissed it as unlikely.
The reason? This calling method was drastically different from the past year of my tenure as the notoriously useless head of the Guidance Committee.
-You there, it's a summons from the president. Get here now.
-You bastard, up to your evil deeds again today... I want to cut you down right now, but the president's orders come first.
-You scum!
-You wretch!
And so on.
Those were all delivered through Setsuna. Up until last week, if Brynhildr had something to ask me, she'd send Setsuna to fetch me. But now, a direct text? I figured it out immediately.
"It's because... Ah, what? What's up?"
But just as I muttered to myself, unable to get the words out, the System popped up a message window and questioned me.
Question. Isn't it simply because she now has your number, so there's no need to call you through the blue pussy anymore?
"Blue pussy, my ass. But yeah, that's pretty much it."
But there's something else to consider. The student council president's office already has a phone directory listing every cadet's number for emergencies. If Brynhildr valued efficiency, she wouldn't have bothered sending Setsuna all this time.
That does sound logical. Despite never using phone calls before, she specifically chose that method this time—
"She's calling me discreetly. So discreet even Setsuna doesn't know."
Plus, right before leaving the president's office this morning, I'd told Brynhildr: if she needed a massage, call me anytime. I'd come running no matter where or when, so don't hesitate—just use the number I'd saved for her.
Of course, there's a slim chance this is a trap: pretending to call me secretly about Park Ayoung, hiding Setsuna somewhere, then punishing me the moment I barge in grinning. So I wasn't letting my guard down completely.
Thorough as always. Fitting for a Breeding Uncle.
"I haven't done any actual Breeding Uncle-worthy breeding yet, though. It's Kang Han-beom. May I come in?"
As I chatted with the System, I arrived at the Student Council President's Office. I knocked and waited for Brynhildr's response. Her voice came from beyond the door—subtly different from usual.
-...Enter.
No commanding tone, just a hint of hesitation, like she was shrinking back a bit. Suspicious—maybe Setsuna really was waiting by the door? I entered cautiously, but to my relief, no sign of Setsuna, not even a stray blue hair. I relaxed and approached Brynhildr.
"You summoned me."
"...Were you on guard for Vice President Setsuna just now?"
"...Yeah. I've been burned before."
I'd tried to play it cool, but apparently scanning the room too obviously gave me away. Brynhildr let out a small sigh.
"Rest easy. Even Vice President Setsuna has no idea I called you. She's probably in class with her classmates right now."
"The Combat Department has so many lectures—they're swamped. The Support Department is easier; as long as you submit assignments, skipping lectures is fine except for mandatory ones."
"...I know your grades are excellent, but try to attend all lectures diligently if possible. That's why I called you."
"Yes, ma'am."
I stood at attention, ready to do whatever she asked. My eyes involuntarily drifted to the massive melons on her desk—bigger than Park Ayoung's volleyball—but I kept my gaze from turning lecherous like it had with them.
"W-well, as you might have guessed, about this morning's massage..."
"The massage, ma'am?"
"Yes, the massage. Do you... do full-body as well?"
"Of course. If I only knew shoulders, I wouldn't have bragged. Full-body, you say..."
Where could we do it? As I pondered, Brynhildr hurriedly added,
"Just so you know, I won't be undressing."
"Naturally. I was just wondering if there's a massage table around."
"I-is that so... Sorry. I jumped to conclusions."
I hadn't expected that anyway, so I replied as if she'd stated the obvious. Brynhildr blushed and apologized.
"Mind if I ask what kind of conclusion you jumped to?"
"I thought you'd insist full nudity is best for the massage and demand I strip... Sorry."
She'd worried I'd use the massage as an excuse for something lewd, but realized she was the one thinking dirty. Blushing furiously, she kept apologizing. I shrugged it off.
"It is more effective that way. But if you're uncomfortable, we'll do it however you want. So, about the massage—is there a suitable bed around?"
"A bed... Would the on-duty room's work?"
"Might be a bit less effective, but sure."
"I see..."
I nodded, and she stood, heading to the wall with past presidents' photos. She beckoned me over, then pushed the wall. A click, and a doorknob emerged.
"No way—is this the legendary door to the presidents' on-duty room?"
"Legendary? You're overreacting. It's just an on-duty room."
I knew from the game there was a secret passage, but seeing it for real? I hammed it up in excitement. Brynhildr chuckled, amused, then turned the knob and pulled me inside.
"Whoa... A real on-duty room."
"Setsuna will use it eventually. Oh, and..."
"?"
Spotting the queen-sized bed, she narrowed her eyes slyly.
"Just in case— if you're thinking of using the massage as cover for something sexual..."
"Absolutely not. I won't touch you for anything but the massage. Even if I tried, as the president, you could shake me off easily."
"...True. Sorry. I suspected you might roughly grope my breasts under the pretense."
"Ah..."
'Rough breast groping'—checked.
Hands might wander to breasts or ass during a massage, and I'd claim it's legit, but if she wants it rough, who am I to argue? I brushed it off again as she blushed and apologized.
"No worries. Natural suspicion. Anyway, President? You've spared precious time, so shall we...?"
"A-ah... Right, let's start. Face down?"
"Yes. First time, so... Oh wow."
The moment she lay down, her sides spilled out with flesh. How huge are those tits to do that? Even Park Ayoung's insane jugs felt amazing from the pressure—imagine sliding my dick between those?
I wouldn't recommend getting erect for anything but pussy-raping purposes right now.
Oh, right.
Without the System's nudge, I'd have stared at those demonic tits till the world ended. I shook my head to redirect the blood rushing south. Brynhildr, sensing something off, twisted to look back.
"Is something wrong?"
"Ahem, no. Starting with shoulders and back."
I thought it'd be easy kneading Brynhildr with my Breeding Uncle hands. Little did I know it'd be a constant battle against pussy-raping urges.
I climbed onto the bed, positioning my crotch over her hips. She glanced back, slightly startled, as I gently gripped her shoulders.
"You don't have to hold back here."
"Ahn~...?!"