Chapter 22

Thrusting my dick deep into you, my owner—thrust thrust thrust♡—of course, not satisfied with just one load, I pin down the writhing Brynhildr with my weight and pound her pussy mercilessly for another creampie.

"Guhoooook♡ S-stop... You've already cum inside me! You've already filled me up♡ So why, whyyy♡"

"Like I'd be satisfied with just one shot! Don't you know how fucking arousing your bloated belly and massive tits are, President? You're clueless about their value!"

Every time I slam my hips forward, her sticky folds swallow my dick to the hilt without a gap, and those overflowing massive breasts quake like an earthquake with each flesh-slapping impact, constantly stimulating my Breeding Uncle instincts. And yet the woman herself is yelling why I'm still pounding her pussy—it's driving me insane with lust.

"Cumming again!"

"No! Not anymore. No more creampies♡ You're gonna knock me up—what then♡"

"Then have my baby! Just pop out my kid, problem solved!"

"Such a, irresponsible talk—your baby? I'd die before I—gyaaaah♡ Maybe I will♡"

During sex, her mind clearly blanks out. Unlike at the start, she hasn't scolded or warned me once for using casual speech with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠That "Owner" title she gritted her teeth over? Now it slips out naturally with every pussy pound.

"Let's see if you say that after you're actually pregnant!"

"Oooohok♡ Nghoooook♡ Stop, my womb's already stuffed— no more creampies♡"

"This is only the second creampie, quit whining—get pregnant alreadyyy...!"

"Not in my pussy. No more in my pussy♡ Stop glazing my pussy with more cum—I'll get addicted♡ My pussy will get hooked on Owner's thick stud seed♡"

"Then be my regular pussy! Sweep my dick every day and take your load like a loyal customer!"

Stack up the points, and a baby pops out♡ Training plus baby-making: buy one, get one free. I've only just opened shop as a true Breeding Uncle, so I gear up for a "Manager's gone insane" level creampie to make Brynhildr's pussy my first regular.

"You wouldn't dare, you little—someday I'll cut you down myself. This dangerous dick, I'll end it with my own haaands♡"

And my bold marketing works—local resident Brynhildr shoves her pussy toward me. She wants to play turf boss, but that superb dick flavor has her hooked. Using the bed's bounce from my pounding, she thrusts her pussy at me hard; I scrape my dick along it and unleash the cum inside without holding back.

"Cumming in your pussy...!"

"Guhoooooook♡"

Spurt spurt spuuuurt♡ Another creampie. My Breeding Uncle load, as massive as my dick, floods into Brynhildr like a faucet unleashed.

"Let's see, what time is it? Hmm... I can squeeze out one more."

"Kohuk, y-you cum this much and your dick's still this healthy? Still stirring up my insides so vigorously...?!"

"So get ready for another—pussy duty!"

"No, really no. S-Setsuna's coming. We'll get caught♡"

"Then work that pussy hard on my dick to finish quick. Easy peasy!"

Better than splitting one baby between two moms—give each an extra kid, Solomon-level Breeding Uncle wisdom. No way one misses out; I keep baby-making in Brynhildr's pussy.

"The longer we drag, the higher the chance Setsuna catches us? Hurry up then—pussy duty."

"More than that, you little... you've been casually banmal-ing me—guhoooook?!"

"Whatcha gonna do about it? Besides taking defenseless student council president pussy pounding?"

"Y-you ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bastaaard♡"

Breeding sex, especially pussy pounding, amps my Breeding Uncle sensitivity to the max. Brynhildr throws her head back in ecstasy, her overflowing tits jiggling wildly. I can't hold back—I grab them hard with both hands. Despite their visible heft, they melt softly in my grip. I said I'd make her pussy my regular, but these tits might make me their regular, milking babies out of me periodically. Of course, I'd visit again just to fuck this hot Valkyrie pussy regardless.

"Ten minutes till class ends—I can cum three more times, so prep to take it all."

"Endless, really. How did I let a man like you have my body...!"

"I didn't put it in—you did."

She keeps gaslighting like I raped her. Sure, I set the trap, but still.

Unlike her mouth, her pussy honestly clenches my dick like "Sorry for the rape!"—serving dutifully. As a reward, I feed it more dick while pounding amid the dizzying, unconsciously wafting sex scent from Brynhildr's pussy.

"Anyway, remember? Two hours a day, dedicated to me."

"Nghok♡ Y-yes, I remember. Crystal clear. I'll satisfy Owner properly then—or you'll regret breaking your promise...!"

"Don't worry. But what's this 'you little Owner' shit?"

Time to fix her titles. I pussy-pound with my etiquette injection rod till "Forgive me, Owner!" spills from her lips.

-That concludes today's lecture.

-Thank youuu!

While Brynhildr lay under Kang Han-beom, getting etiquette and his cum injected into her pussy, blue-haired big-titted swordswoman Setsuna—Miyamoto Setsuna—finished training and lecture in the artificial dungeon with the other cadets. At the end signal, she used her dungeon escape item, the swallow's tail feather, to return to the academy. She showered quick and headed straight for the Student Council President's Office.

"...What is this? Why this sudden unease?"

Mid-lecture, a sinking heart hit her out of nowhere, followed by this weird anxiety. It distracted her so much the instructor chewed her out for daydreaming. The moment class ended, she bolted to Brynhildr's office. Something bad happened to her superior—no idea why she felt it, but.

Too anxious for even a shower or changing, Setsuna raced in her Valkyrie suit. As the office neared, her pounding heart eased a bit; she sighed in relief, muttering to herself.

"Just my imagination? Still, might as well see the President. Shower and change after...?"

Her heart fluttering at the thought of her admired Brynhildr—then she spotted a hulking guy approaching from down the hall and scowled.

"Why the hell are you coming out of there?"

"What's it to you? No law saying I can't come here."

Her arch-nemesis, the lewd one who must die for world peace—for Brynhildr's sake—Kang Han-beom. Why was he here?

'This anxiety... connected to him?'

"More like, why are you here looking like that? Hoping to show me?"

"Finally ready to end that grudge-filled life, huh."

His usual sleaziness aside, he never lurked here without Brynhildr summoning him—except morning reports. Setsuna sensed something off, baring killing intent.

"Answer me. Why are you here?"

"Napping. Why?"

"Napping?"

"No one around but you and the President—perfect spot to skip class and snooze hidden."

"...No wonder Support Department."

Submit assignments on time, attendance doesn't matter—that's Support Department perks. His excuse held water. Hiding for a nap? This spot was ideal.

'But if she called him here...'

Setsuna checked her phone messages. Nothing—no "Bring Kang Han-beom" from Brynhildr. Used to being her errand girl and watchdog, Setsuna never suspected Brynhildr summoned him.

"Then I'm off..."

"Hold up—didn't I tell you to act like the Guidance Committee Chief you are?!"

She passed the yawning Han-beom without suspicion, reached the door, knocked, and entered.

"President."

"Mm? Ah, ah... Setsuna, Vice President."

"Yes... but, by any chance..."

Maybe because Han-beom was lurking? Setsuna scanned for threats the second she entered, checking Brynhildr and the room.

"By any chance? What, something happen? Enough to rush here without changing?"

"N-no. Just wanted to see you..."

Windows wide open aside, it was the usual Student Council President's Office.

"Are you unwell? Your face is flushed."

"Mm? Ah, ah... I'm fine. Just hot... that's why the windows are open."

"I see..."

Really nothing? 'He was just napping nearby?'

The air was oddly ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠stuffy—windows made sense for ventilation. But her bad vibes about Han-beom?

'What's this dissonance? And this smell... faint but unmistakable. Why does it remind me of him? Did that bastard tamper with something?!'

Eyes saw the peaceful office as always, yet Han-beom's face burned in her mind. She tilted her head.

"Hngut...♡"

"President?"

Brynhildr, pretending normalcy—

'No. It's leaking... his cum, the load he pumped full, it's leaking... Gotta clench harder or...♡'

Her womb and pussy full, cum softly seeping out—her body trembled. Desperate not to let Setsuna notice, she clenched with all her might, heart pounding.

"Nothing. Anyway, hoo, any results today?"

"Sorry. Daydreaming—I didn't achieve much. But really, are you okay? If you're hiding like last time..."

"I'm fine. Just sweaty, the cool breeze startled me, hng, that's all..."

"Weather's warming, but take care."

Stomach full of a man's cum, facing her beloved. Betraying Setsuna's concern endlessly. Crushing guilt pinned Brynhildr down.

'Forgive me, Setsuna... Forgive this shameless, lewd student council president facing you like this—hngut, more cum...♡'

Her pussy sloshing with overflowing cum—Brynhildr couldn't even apologize inwardly. She clenched desperately through the meeting, suppressing quivering lips from the filthy thrill of Han-beom's seed, that twisted betrayal high.