Chapter 17
Honestly, all the resolve she'd built up and the cool-headedness she'd barely regained shattered in an instant due to a method she could never have imagined.
"What in the world is that appearance?! P-Put on some clothes right now!"
"I can't! I won't let you alone feel embarrassed, President! I'll strip too. As the saying goes, if you're demanding someone else undress, you must always be ready to do so yourself! I absolutely refuse to wear anything!"
"What is this? Such tremendous resolve and boldness that doesn't suit your ridiculous state?!"
Never imagined he'd return completely naked, without a stitch on. Not only that, but his hands—which should have been covering his privates—held a towel and oil instead, showing not a hint of shame. And the crowning glory was the dark red, massive cock swaying between his crotch.
'F-First time seeing one... The penis in the books wasn't that big...?!'
Did a colossal frame nearly 2 meters tall naturally come with a matching monstrous cock?
"Kh...?"
"President?"
Brynhildr, who had been staring blankly at Kang Han-beom's dick without realizing it, suddenly clutched her lower abdomen as a powerful throb echoed from there. She forgot to cover her chest, bending at the waist and pressing down with her hand.
'Why does seeing that make my womb... Do I want that inside me? Calm down. You can't give in. This is for protecting the academy as student council president, for guarding Vice President Setsuna. To uncover what he's plotting.'
It was absolutely not to mate with this male, whose body was packed with firm muscles and who had such a huge dick.
"Are you alright?! Why are you grabbing your stomach... H-Hospital! I'll call the hospital..."
"No! No. I'm fine. It's nothing. Don't make a fuss."
"Still..."
"I said I'm fine. Don't just stand there dazed—come in already. Standing there like that, you clearly have no thought for my position watching you."
"Ah, yes! Then let's resume right away!"
'This confirms it. I need to be even more vigilant. He's dangerous indeed. Especially that d-dick... But as a man, he can't help but be interested in my body. The risk is high, but now's the time to expose his schemes!'
'She's fine, my ass—with her nipples perked up like that, she's right on the verge of heat. A little more kneading and... Heh heh heh.'
Brynhildr lay face-down on the bed again, pretending nothing was wrong. But Kang Han-beom already knew her nipples were the type that erected only from sexual pleasure—concave ones.
Female and male. The one seeking to uncover and the one uncovering. The two beasts, each harboring plans in their minds, began executing them. Her pussy and his cock twitched in resonance under their owners' gazes, and the first to act was naturally Kang Han-beom, who had volunteered as the masseur.
"First, I'll lay a towel under you, President."
"Thorough preparation."
"Support Department, after all. Ah, sorry for showing you something embarrassing. You're so beautiful, President, I just..."
"I understand. As a man, you can't help it facing a beauty like me. I get it."
"Heh heh heh, thank you for understanding."
'As expected, my pussy... Kh, I have to endure the humiliation here... More than that, his dick is so close to me...?!'
'As expected of the officially certified top slut. Just a little teasing and her pussy's already reacting.'
Kang Han-beom spread a towel over her completely naked ass and back. Brynhildr clicked her tongue inwardly at his gaze casually sweeping over her pussy but pretended not to notice, spreading her legs wider to let him see it better—and to make him reveal his true intentions more clearly. Kang Han-beom feigned indifference to her glistening pussy, now dripping a stream from the slit, while she stole glances at his dick; he pretended not to notice, twitching it as he tore open the prepared oil packet and spread it on his hands.
"Didn't you make the oil yourself?"
"I wasn't sure how to handle the oil, so I just bought some from the mart. Better than a half-assed imitation—professionals put their heads together for this stuff, right?"
"I see..."
'Then no chance it's tampered with.'
It was genuine store-bought massage oil, packaging just torn open before her eyes. Brynhildr, who had suspected he made her strip to apply some trick oil for foul play, sighed inwardly in relief.
She still hadn't realized the real thing to watch out for here wasn't the oil, but Kang Han-beom's hands.
She hadn't been entirely without suspicion about them. But partly because she'd experienced his excellent massage skills firsthand before, and...
"Wait, why are you applying oil to your own body?"
"Huh? I'm putting real weight into the massage now, so it might chafe the skin otherwise?"
"...Not wrong."
His odd actions—like shaking his dick or oiling his body—kept diverting her attention, shielding his hands from her suspicion.
"Come on. I can take whatever you've got."
"...Are you really that naive?"
"What do you mean? Wait, why are you grabbing my legs?"
She tilted her head at his baffling words for a moment, but then Kang Han-beom, naked, seized both her calves and spread her legs. Thinking he'd finally revealed his true colors, she prepared to kick him if needed—but.
"Starting from the tailbone?"
"Wha—don't tell me you're actually going to massage—?!"
"Huh? What else would I do but massage?"
Such thoughts were fleeting; as if to say pervy thoughts were for her alone, he gripped her ass firmly with both hands over the towel, circling with left and right to actually start massaging. Brynhildr's blue eyes widened hugely, having narrowed sharply in secret vigilance.
"W-Waiiiit...?!"
"Does it hurt? Even the strongest Valkyrie can't escape desk work, huh."
Forget embarrassment—on her already feverish body, the massage was far too stimulating.
'H-His thumbs... rubbing against my anus and pussy nonstop... Not content with grabbing my ass, touching my anus and pussy...♡'
His male hands kept brushing her anus, pussy, and perineum. Brynhildr quickly started panting hotly, writhing from the massage and the electric pleasure rising from her tailbone.
Under her wriggling, her massive tits—crushed by her weight—squeezed out to her sides and back in rhythm.
"Stop! Where are you putting your hands riiiight now...?!!"
"Tailbone massage requires thumbs in the butt crack, circling the tailbone, so unavoidable."
"That's not what I—y-your thumbs are...♡"
"My thumbs? Should I go easier?"
"No, not that—aguuuh?!"
In the end, Brynhildr buried her face in her massive tits.
'Why?! Why does it feel so, so good... Why does it feel this amazing...♡'
Was it because she was lewd? The vague thought from earlier crept back into her mind.
"...Forgive my rudeness, but just to check—are you perhaps enjoying my massage in a different way right now?"
"N-No, ahhh, no way... that's ridiculous... Don't say silly things. It doesn't feel good at all...♡"
"Gasp."
"Nnguuuh...?!"
'Ahh... now tormenting the spot between anus and pussy, the perineum... Hands alternating between pussy and anus now hit the perineum together—am I this lewd...♡'
Never suspecting his touch itself had the power to arouse women, she assumed it was her own flaw, her own lewdness. Her eyes gradually glazed over, intoxicated. Resistance to the encroaching lust weakened.
'About time?'
Kang Han-beom, who had been rubbing her perineum with his thumbs, lifted his hand—now soaked in her squirted juices—and overlapped his body atop hers.
"Oops, my hand's all wet now."
"Sorry... I didn't mean to...♡"
"You're really not enjoying it, right? I won't get mad—be honest now."
"Honest, you say..."
Breeding Uncle's Serpentine Tongue Play
Under his serpentine whisper—truly evil, clouding judgment—Brynhildr, ravaged for long minutes by his lewd hands meant to corrupt women, blurted out her hidden truth against her will.
"It feels... good... Even during a massage, I'm feeling sexual pleasure from your touch...♡"
"Does that mean you're in heat?"
"Yes, in heat... Seems I've gone into heat... Sorry. I got so lewd I soaked your hands...♡"
"It's fine. It happens. I messed up too, touching your pussy without permission."
His demeanor shifted. Eyes that had played subordinate now looked down at her like at his inferior, his sow. His seemingly polite words demeaned her utterly.
'This... isn't right...♡'
But Brynhildr, swept in lust and barely thinking straight, felt no incongruity—only thrilling pleasure from his dominant male gaze, panting helplessly. Even her goal of shattering his schemes started fading transparently from her mind.
"I see... But that's different... Even receiving your service, I lewdly squirted pussy juice all over without control. Can you forgive me...♡"
"Hmm, is it? Then, to honor your kindness—ngh... Ah! Can I massage your chest and perineum, President?!"
"..."
She shouldn't hear that. 'A bit more defenseless exposure wouldn't hurt...'
Her lingering reason screamed, but growing accustomed to these filthy lusts, Brynhildr nodded unwittingly.
Kang Han-beom proudly twitched his dick, now leaking precum, then draped himself over her back, bodies overlapping.