Chapter 16
For Setsuna's sake, Brynhildr had asked Kang Han-beom to step out briefly so she could undress. Now, staring at the door he'd closed behind him, she peeled off layer after layer of clothing clinging to her body. Jacket, blouse, skirt—she tossed aside each piece that had adorned her frame, swiftly transforming into her underwear-clad form. Brynhildr neatly folded her discarded uniform and set it aside on one corner of the bed, then let out a quickened breath as she wrapped her arms around herself.
"What in the world... am I doing right now?"
Why was she undressing? She'd clearly been receiving a massage from him. Despite all her warnings, he'd groped her breasts so brazenly—outrageously rude, yet indescribably pleasurable. It was on another level from the one she'd gotten that morning; the fatigue built up over days melted away like snow under sunlight, and her body felt so light she could almost soar into the sky.
But.
"This isn't right. I came here to confirm he wasn't scheming something. Sure, I wanted to try a proper massage, but his sudden offer felt off, so I called him to probe his intentions..."
Something was wrong. It felt like her purpose was flipping upside down. In truth, Brynhildr hadn't summoned Kang Han-beom here just for a massage. Her rock-hard shoulders had melted like ice meeting fire under his touch, replaced by a cool wave of pleasure sweeping her entire body. She couldn't forget that sensation, and a selfish thought had crossed her mind—maybe a real massage from him would banish this nagging fatigue. But the true reason was to unearth his ulterior motives.
Brynhildr murmured to herself, recalling her fading original intent.
"Lately, every morning I see him, my body heats up more and more. I've never caught him tampering with me even once, yet whenever I look at him these days, an unbearable heat sometimes surges through me... Just like now, my eyes glazing over as I gaze at him. I wanted to uncover why..."
Not every morning, but often during his reports, her body would ignite at the sight of him. It was none other than Kang Han-beom's ability, the effect of Breeding Uncle's Evil Conspiracy, which infused touched drinks and potions with aphrodisiacs and heat-inducing properties. Even a mere brush of his finger against her coffee cup—disguised as submitting reports—had turned its contents into a potent aphrodisiac. Though it activated probabilistically, Brynhildr, who shared her daily brew with Vice President Setsuna since the semester began, had started feeling that heat sporadically upon seeing his face. How could she not find it suspicious?
Moreover, his perfectly timed massage offer to her sleep-deprived, fatigued self—plagued by that unquenchable fire—reeked of suspicion. She'd summoned him covertly to test him and expose his schemes. But.
"Then why am I the one stripping...? To that guy, showing my naked body... One I haven't even revealed to Vice President Setsuna...?"
She had no lover yet, but someone she harbored feelings for: Miyamoto Setsuna. From their first meeting, the blue-haired girl had stood out. One day, she'd approached Brynhildr, confessing her admiration and begging to stay by her side. Touched by those adoring eyes and the freshman's spirited resolve, Brynhildr had ignored the objections around her and appointed Setsuna as vice president. Together, they'd monitored their common enemy, Kang Han-beom; Setsuna had always been a steadfast pillar supporting her as student council president. Before long, Setsuna had carved a deep place in Brynhildr's heart, and she dreamed of a future together.
That's why she'd called Kang Han-beom to the student council president's office without telling Setsuna. The stubborn Setsuna would never allow even a massage from him touching her body. Given Setsuna's personality, she'd refuse until the day she died. Of course, Brynhildr also didn't want Setsuna seeing her in such an embarrassing state as that morning. But if her recent bodily oddities signaled that Kang Han-beom was making moves against her—or even Setsuna—then she'd handle it herself, without soiling Setsuna's hands. She'd eliminate him personally.
Definitely not because she craved his touch and had summoned him behind Setsuna's back. No, she'd created the perfect setup—contacting him secretly, exposing her vulnerability—to draw out his true intentions. Yet when she snapped back to reality, she was stripping at his suggestion. How could she not find this bizarre?
"Something's wrong. This is strange. Something... something's off. Should I dress now...?!"
As Brynhildr moved to refasten her half-removed bra, her eyes widened in shock.
"M-my nipples...?!"
Her inverted nipples stood rigidly erect. They never emerged unless she masturbated and coaxed them out manually, yet here they were, poking up shyly in greeting.
"How in the world...?!"
Yes, his hands had brought pleasure. His gentle massage on her breasts had even led to climax. But was it this intense? Had she sunk so deep into ecstasy from his touch that her nipples hardened like this?!
"Come to think of it, my panties have felt damp since earlier... Hnngh?!"
Ignoring the slipping bra, Brynhildr yanked down her panties in a panic. Sure enough, they were soaked. A sticky thread connected to her pussy, and between her silver bush, her clitoris peeked out shyly, just like her nipples. Trembling, Brynhildr whispered,
"This can't be. Me, feeling sexual pleasure from that man's touch...?!"
Was she this lewd? Wetting her pussy so thoroughly from the hands of a man she'd been wary of? Stunned by the unbelievable sight, she grabbed her half-lowered panties. But for some reason, despite her haste, they refused to rise. Instead, bending over pulled them down further. She neatly folded the drenched panties, placed them atop her folded uniform, and covered them with her bra—to hide the soaked evidence from him.
Then, slowly covering her breasts and pussy with her arms, Brynhildr stared at the firmly shut door.
"Y-you may enter."
-Are you truly alright? Even now...
"I'm fine! Not embarrassed at all..."
-...Shouldn't she dress and chase him out? It felt a bit late, but maybe still okay. Exposing her body—her completely nude form, unseen even by Setsuna—to that scheming lecher.
"No, this is fine. In fact, this appearance will draw out his true nature even better."
For Setsuna's sake. For her, Brynhildr would endure the humiliation and resolve it herself, without worry. Kang Han-beom's voice came from outside, but her lower belly throbbed with lewd pulses she couldn't pass off as mere heartbeat. Her erect nipples and clitoris ached painfully; she looked every bit the bitch in heat, inviting the stud into her den. Yet Brynhildr judged she could turn this into a trap. Regaining some composure, she steeled her resolve—but.
"I'm coming in. My, you could've just covered with the blanket."
"Hmph, it's just a massage—what's with that getup, you... y-you, you, you bastard?!"
The moment Kang Han-beom opened the duty room door and stepped in, Brynhildr's eyes filled with horror.
"Well, I figured you'd feel awkward stripping alone, so I joined in."
"'Joined in'?! And not even pretending to cover up?! Have you no shame?!"
He strode in completely naked, just like her—not a stitch on. Brynhildr shuddered as dismay and fierce lust crashed over her hard-won calm.