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This is my first time seeing it like this. Normally, during this time of day, the gymnasium is strictly off-limits to anyone outside the volleyball club—not even Brynhildr herself can enter unless it's an emergency. Sure, as school ends, they open it up for an hour or two so outsiders like Park Ayoung's personal fan club can watch practice and ogle her impressive form, but during afternoon classes when lectures are in full swing, entry for randos like me is absolutely forbidden. Under normal circumstances, I'd be on the receiving end of the volleyball team's furious spikes from their already on-edge members, ending up like those villains from last time—beaten black and blue like a bunch of bruised grapes.
"Kyaaaaah?! Aaahhh?!"
"It's the rapist senior?!"
"G-get out! Get out!"
"I told you all to shut up! What the hell do you think you're doing to our manager?!"
My current status is Ayoung's manager—and the volleyball club's temporary manager. Ever since that last match, I've been appointed as the club's interim manager by Coach Choi Sua—who's currently yelling at the first-years with her eyes wide open like she's about to devour them whole—granting me free access to the gym whenever I want.
I approached the coach, who was still shouting at the first-years.
"I'm here."
"Oh, Han-beom's here? Right on time. You're such a reliable manager."
"You know praising me won't get you any extra cum, right?"
"Ack, so heartless... Fine, but I'll give your dick a good stroke soon enough... You little bitches, shut your mouths already?!"
Coach Choi Sua welcomed me warmly, subtly brushing her hand over the bulge in her pants where my dick was already tenting like it was primed and ready, licking her lips all the while before turning back to scream at the first-years again.
Baek Geum-hwa, who had been watching the scene, grabbed my hand—still groping her tits—and whispered to me.
"Whoa, hate to say it, but... wasn't there that Asura Count or something? First time seeing someone actually pull off that face in real life."
"Tell me about it. Honestly, it's giving me chills too."
Her face toward us was all warm and smiling with those kind, squinting eyes like a gentle old lady, but the one aimed at the still-freaking-out first-years was a snarling beast ready to rip them apart. It perfectly showcased the coach's fierce, lewd true nature—the one that shows no mercy in bed or on the court.
While Geum-hwa and I were trembling like leaves despite her tough build, Park Ayoung strode up to me through the crowd of naked second-year seniors who greeted me warmly, her familiar boyish hairstyle on her tall frame cutting right to the front.
"Buhiit♡ Master, welcome♡"
"Watch the crowd. Last time at the stadium, only Seo-a was around from the first-years, right? Did you recruit more in the meantime?"
"Nah, we didn't recruit. They've been here all along. You just didn't see the rest 'cause they were all at the hospital for checkups, minus Seo-a. If the match hadn't been delayed a day, I could've gotten their virgin pussies popped for you too!"
"Oh..."
Come to think of it, that match was supposed to be the day before, but it got pushed back because Radgridz showed up.
"Anyway, it's been bugging me that I kept you from deflowering the first-year underclassmen because of that. But today must be my lucky day—no one's calling in sick, so the whole squad's here for the virgin pussy opening ceremony! Buhiit♡"
"It's practice time, you slut."
Ever since that day in the locker room, she's been completely broken—no brakes at all. She constantly sends me outdoor exposure pics of herself or the other members, even ones with the coach where they've Sharpied "Kang Han-beom Exclusive Pussy" on their crotches. Not content with just strutting around naked outside, she's casually dropping "virgin pussy opening ceremony" right in front of the wide-eyed first-years. Instead of sighing, I grabbed one of her volleyball-sized massive tits—the one she couldn't even fully hold in her hand—and kneaded it roughly.
"Ahh!"
"You rapist bastard, what the fuck?!"
"Get off Ayoung unnie?!"
Predictably, the first-years erupted in shock and curses at me. They were all die-hard Park Ayoung fans who joined Valkyria Academy's volleyball club just to share the court with her, so this reaction was natural. But the second I touched her, they flipped from shrieking about me seeing them naked to fanatical rage like I'd committed blasphemy. Even for a shameless guy like me aiming for maximum audacity, the jump scare caught me off guard.
Ayoung calmly raised a hand toward the first-years.
"It's fine. This isn't sexual harassment—it's just my manager checking my physical condition. Ahn♡"
"Y-yeah?"
"But... that's not how you... m-massage tits...?!"
I groped her volleyball-sized tits like dough, stretched them out to test elasticity, slipped my arm between her cleavage to feel the overwhelming hydraulic pressure proving her milk-pig superiority. It was way less "trainer checking athlete" and more "master inspecting sex slave," with plenty of grounds for complaint. As the first-years opened their mouths again, Ayoung cut in.
"It's fine. His touch might look rough, but it feels amazing. Get one massage from these pot-lid hands, and you won't complain. You think I begged him to manage me and the club for nothing? He proved his skills in that last match, so pipe down."
"But..."
With Ayoung vouching for my competence, and the first-years recalling that one-sided massacre from the TV-broadcast match they'd watched during their hospital checkups, their momentum faltered as they hesitated.
I inwardly sighed in relief at their reaction and slowly began rolling my wicked tongue, laced with hypnotic power.
"Mmm, your milk-pig tits are in great shape. I could probably milk out cum without even slapping them around."
"Ah, really?!"
"Even bouncier than last time. All that daily jumping on the court paying off? Ass goes without saying. Pussy's clenching so nicely... How does it get sluttier every day? You're not a sow—you're a cum thief. Now, pussy condition... oh?"
"Buhiit♡ Hng♡"
"Entrance got more sensitive? You'll cum the second I shove it in, huh?"
"Y-yeah♡ I trained it myself 'cause I was scared you'd tease me♡"
"Wh-what...?"
The first-years' eyes glazed over dreamily. Of course they'd show their naked bodies to the manager. Of course getting sexual treatment from the manager was part of management. Instead of feeling weird about our vulgar talk of clenching pussies and milk-pigs paired with matching lewd actions, they started perceiving it all as natural athlete care.
"...You're saying you won't touch Eun-ah, so relax?"
"Heh heh, she's your little sis—think I'd mess around?"
Geum-hwa muttered in disbelief at my casual villainy right in front of her, but having adapted to life as the villain's meat toilet, she just grumbled while gripping my groping hand even tighter on her tits.
Ayoung shot Geum-hwa a sharp glare before flashing a princely smile at the first-years—so refreshing it made any guy feel inferior.
"See? Looks fine once you get used to it, right? Totally normal."
"Uh? Oh, yeah..."
"Still... feels kinda weird..."
"Getting your pussy inspected by the manager is standard procedure. Why all the fuss?"
"Buhiit♡ Came already?"
As the first-years started calming down, Coach Choi Sua approached us, her H-cup tits jiggling. Gone was the mouse-trapping glare at the first-years; now she wore a benevolent squinting-grandma smile. After Kim Min-ah—the third-year setter and captain—got her pussy and tits groped and teased like crazy, the coach nodded approvingly at me before addressing the trembling first-years.
"Alright, everyone, listen up! I said I'd explain why I had you strip earlier, right?"
"Y-yes..."
"We got scared when the manager suddenly showed up..."
"It's super embarrassing."
Now they saw me less as a peeping pervert and more as an upgraded manager. Sure, some still eyed me like a creep, but I brushed off the jealousy mixed in without a care.
"Don't be shy—pay attention. I'm about to demonstrate and explain the reason right now. Han-beom?"
"Yep."
I immediately thrust my bulging pants toward the coach.