Chapter 146
What the hell kind of confidence is this? I had my doubts, but I never imagined she'd actually come out like this. Setsuna, who couldn't come to the student council president's office yesterday because she was grounded, slapped my hand away the moment we met—just as I was about to grope her ass as a friendly greeting and use her to take care of my throbbing erection. I let out a short, scoffing sigh.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"D-don't touch me! Don't lay your filthy hands on my body!"
"...You remember what you said yesterday, right?"
"Kh... That doesn't mean you can just barge in so shamelessly and demand my body... Not when there are so many cadets passing by! Don't you have any sense of time or place?!"
"Hmm... So you do remember properly. In that case, I guess I'll just go get my dick serviced by Brynhildr's pussy."
"You bastard! If you dare touch the president like that, I won't forgive you!"
"..."
She'd begged desperately to become my sow in Brynhildr's place, to take responsibility for my lust and relieve it—flaunting just how slutty she was while trying to get fucked. But now she won't even service me and shows killing intent at the thought of me touching Brynhildr. What the hell does she want? As I stared at her with utter disbelief, Setsuna flushed red under my gaze.
"I-I'm not saying I won't do it. I intend to keep my word, but if you want to taste my body, have some patience!"
"Why the hell should I have patience when my sow is the one I want to taste?"
"Shut up! Looks like you don't even want to taste my body? It's embarrassing to say it myself, but from the moment you fucked me, you've been trapped in a snare you can never escape. A fatal trap where you're addicted to this body of mine—a sow far more depraved than the president—and you can't live without me."
What the hell kind of confidence is this?
One fuck and she's already convinced she's a slutty, cock-craving sow who surpasses Brynhildr? Filled with baseless certainty that I'll lose all interest in Brynhildr and only crave her body, she's brazenly trying to lord it over me with her own flesh. At this point, I figured I'd just see how far she'd go, so I told Setsuna:
"You're hot, sure, but saying you surpass Brynhildr is a stretch. Well... if you don't want to, I'll just ask her to spread her pussy. See ya—I'm off to Brynhildr's..."
"Don't even think about denying it! You're already hooked on my body! You talk big about fucking the president, but really, you're drawn to this sow like a magnet. Look—your dick is so swollen it's about to burst. That's your proof!"
"Oh yeah?"
She won't give it up herself, but she won't let me go to Brynhildr either—yelling at me under the assumption that I'm already head over heels for her body. I get that she has every reason to be confident in her slutty figure, but isn't that a bit much when her benchmark is Brynhildr?
"Ever since you took my virginity yesterday, you haven't been able to forget my body for even a second—that's why you're so boldly demanding my p-pussy first thing in the morning. You're hopelessly addicted to the pussy of this Miyamoto Setsuna, who puts the president to shame in depravity!"
"I can see you're the one who's deeply mistaken."
I chuckled incredulously at her cute scheme—like some kingdom-toppling beauty from history, trying to wrap me around her finger by exploiting her body and looks.
"Wh-what's so funny?!"
"Nah, you know it too. You're not on Brynhildr's level. You know that, and that's why you're stammering nonstop, watching my reactions instead of being sure."
"Kh...?!"
She doesn't know Brynhildr's true nature yet, but as someone who knows her beauty and slutty body better than anyone, Setsuna clicked her tongue and glared at me like I'd hit a nerve. Worried she might do something rash, I turned to Geum-hwa, who was silently watching her from the side.
"See? Told you. Now stick out your ass."
"Damn it..."
Geum-hwa shot Setsuna a resentful glare and presented her ass to me. Before coming to school, we'd made a bet on whether Setsuna would obediently offer her pussy or not. Unlike me, Geum-hwa had bet she would—and now, with that resentful look at Setsuna, she thrust out her tanned ass.
Squeeze-squeeze♡
"Nghaaah♡..."
"Heh heh, tasted it earlier, but damn, what a fine ass."
"Wh-what the hell are you two doing?!"
I groped Geum-hwa's tanned ass without a care for Setsuna's glare—now fully accustomed to no-panties, she offered it shamelessly. I slyly fingered her pussy too. Setsuna's eyes filled with shock and contempt; she clearly hadn't expected me to fondle Geum-hwa's pussy and ass so boldly in the hallway with cadets passing by, right in front of her.
"Mmm, this satisfying handful. Can't get enough no matter how much I grope."
"Goddamn useless bitch... I could've been the one stroking Master's dick!"
"You filthy meat toilet slut—spouting such vulgar crap! Get your hands off her! What kind of depraved shit is this in school?!"
"Don't talk like it's someone else's business. You're a sow who loves that depraved shit too."
"Kh... Wh-who's on the same level as that meat toilet slut...!"
Setsuna growled at me brazenly groping Geum-hwa's pussy and at Geum-hwa, who glared back while casually grinding her pussy into my palm—resenting her for losing the bet. Setsuna glanced around warily, clearly thinking I'd fuck her right here.
"You said you'd be my sow in Brynhildr's place, but your pride won't let you, huh?"
"Obviously. Who'd want to serve a lecher like you—especially one who exploits a woman's weakness to turn her into a sex slave and raise her as his personal sow? Only depraved, horny meat toilets like her would spread their legs eagerly for scum like you."
"Who the hell's spreading their legs eagerly for a Master like—ahng♡ D-don't stick your fingers in♡..."
I scoffed and pointed at Geum-hwa. Setsuna sneered back in contempt at us both. Enraged, Geum-hwa lunged toward her, ready to smack her down—but my fingers plunging deep into her pussy and her slutty cunt clenching lewdly around them made her moan sluttily and cling to me instead.
Savoring the way Geum-hwa's pussy gripped my fingers tight, I replied to Setsuna:
"Weakness, huh? Well, even if it is, you brought it on yourself. You know that, but your lingering pride keeps you hesitating despite my orders."
"That's...! Fine, it was my mistake—but if we're being precise, you're the root cause! You made it happen!"
"Heh heh, whatever. Anyway, lift your skirt. Let's check if you properly followed my order not to wear panties from now on."
"Kh...?!"
Setsuna bit her lip and hesitated at my words. She glared at me like she wanted to die, but I ignored it—using her as a perfect example, I flipped up Geum-hwa's no-panty skirt and asked:
"What, you didn't arrogantly wear panties, did you? Even our Geum-hwa's dutifully walking around ready to offer her pussy—don't tell me you said you'd be my sow and then..."
"W-wait! You lecher...!!"
"Oh?"
Setsuna clutched her skirt tight, glaring daggers. But realizing she had no choice, she tremblingly lifted it. Contrary to my expectation that her mound would be covered by fabric, her blue bush and pretty pussy were immediately exposed. I clicked my tongue and told Geum-hwa:
"Guess I lost. Go on, stroke my dick."
"You're dead meat! Jerk-off time!"
"Y-you crazy bitches...?!"
Geum-hwa eagerly shoved her hand into my pants and started jerking me off. Setsuna glared furiously, realizing we'd bet on her again. I met her gaze calmly and asked:
"Anyway, you don't like me bossing you around because I have your weakness, right? Sure, you'd spread if I ordered it."
"Kh... So what? Gonna fuck my pussy right here and break me in?"
"That wouldn't be bad. But as your owner, it's not the best attitude either. I want to see Setsuna-chan clinging to me desperately like our Geum-hwa, begging for affection."
"Who the hell would beg affection from scum like you?!"
She snarled but picked up that I had something to say—demanding I spit it out. So I did:
"That's why I'm giving you a chance."
"A chance?"
"Yeah, a chance. Once a day, we duel. If you win, I promise not to lay a finger on you or Brynhildr that day. But if you lose, you spread your legs obediently without a word and get fucked like the sow you are."
"Deal. If I lose, I'll spread without complaint and get bred properly like a sow."
"...I wasn't even done talking?"
Does she already know what kind of duel I'm proposing?