Chapter 23
After giving Brynhildr, the volleyball club's ace, an unforgettable first experience, I realized school was almost over and quickly headed to the gymnasium. It was time for Park Ayoung and the rest of the superhuman volleyball club to start their afternoon practice.
By the way, in this world where men's masculinity has mostly died out, popular sports are dominated by women. Among them, sports made up entirely of Valkyries and superhumans enjoy global popularity regardless of the event. These superhuman athletes fight otherworldly monsters and villains while bonding with unbreakable camaraderie. Just reading those words makes them sound like movie characters, and every moment of their games captivates with more vivid excitement, tension, and thrill than any blockbuster could dream of. No matter the sport, it's always a guaranteed blast. Sure, soccer, baseball, and basketball are even more popular and come with more scandals, but thanks to all this hype, the Olympics aren't just the regular and Paralympics—Valkyries have their own Valkyrie Olympics exclusively for superhumans. And our exhibitionist masochist pervert Park Ayoung is none other than the national team representative for volleyball in the Valkyrie Olympics. I don't know much about volleyball, so I have no idea what position she plays, but she's the ace of Valkyria Academy's superhuman volleyball club, dominating tournaments left and right... Honestly, who cares about the details.
Heh heh... Busty tomboy in a volleyball uniform. How am I supposed to hold back?
Research from the NoLez team shows that pussy raping makes a huge contribution to combating climate change and world peace.
What kind of lunatic scientists did that research? Of course I'm gonna pussy rape, just not right this second. Quit nagging. I just finished pounding Brynhildr's pussy like crazy, and here the System is being greedy. Whatever. All I know is Park Ayoung in a volleyball uniform has my lips curling into a wicked grin as I head straight for the gym where the club is practicing.
"Eek?!"
"It's the rapist!!"
"Hide the women and kids...!!"
Normally, I wouldn't let even a single word slide—I'd abuse my position as Guidance Committee chief to nitpick and bully them mercilessly. But maybe because I met naked-uniform version Park Ayoung this morning, I'm letting it slide today. I arrive at the gym, and the familiar thwack-thwack sounds—straight out of Brynhildr's pussy earlier—hit my ears, putting a whistle on my lips as I step inside.
"Kyaaaaah!!"
"It's Ayoung-nim's serve!!"
"Even her practice swings are so powerful♡"
Right on cue, Park Ayoung tosses the volleyball high into the air. Her massive chest—two volleyballs of their own—jiggles slowly as she leaps skyward. Then her right arm swings so fast it blurs, and BOOM!! The cannon-like explosion and gale-force wind turn the entire gymnasium upside down. It's a stark reminder that our academy's gym has top-tier soundproofing.
I'm admiring the insane durability of superhuman-grade volleyballs—built to withstand this abuse—when...
"Ayoung-nim's spike serve!"
"Ahh—I wish I could be Ayoung-nim's volleyball for just one day♡"
"I get it, but you'd actually die."
Her fan club—hiding behind the spectator railings to dodge the serve—pops up like meerkats, cheering wildly. The floor shakes like an earthquake; most people are clinging to pillars just to stay upright. But not Ayoung's loyal fan club—they brave the roar and wind, proving why they call themselves her elite guard.
"Kyaaaaah! Ayoung-nim, you're so cool! So cool! So cool!"
Damn, that crazy bitch is screaming with blood pouring from her ears and loving it.
Some even have ruptured eardrums from the sonic boom, blood trickling from their ears, but they keep cheering. It's starting to get scary.
Still, thanks for giving me an opening. I pull a whistle from my pocket and blow.
TWEEEEET—TWEEEEET!!
"Fuck, who ruined the vibe?"
"Which bitch blew that whistle?!"
Unlike the serve's bass boom, the shrill piercing tone echoes through the gym. Even her fan club can't ignore it—they start hunting for the culprit.
"It's me, you cunts. Get that girl to the infirmary NOW!"
"Kyaaaaah?! It's the rapist?!"
"He came to rape us?!"
"Ayoung-nim, save us!!"
"You crazy bitches, I'm telling you to take your friend to the infirmary."
Chaos erupts the second I step forward. Worried one of the collapsed girls might get trampled, I lock eyes with the flustered Park Ayoung approaching me and jerk my chin toward the stands—handle your mess.
"Why the hell are you here?!"
"You own this place or something? More importantly, quit standing around?"
"W-wait, nghhh♡"
Vrrrrmmm♡
Annoyed by her finger-pointing, I whip out my phone and crank the vibrator buried deep in her pussy. She slaps a hand to her lower belly, legs wobbling, shooting me a resentful glare like what the fuck?
"Handle it. Oh, and it wasn't off because the battery died. Heh? Glaring again?"
"Hnnngh♡ Y-you psycho, here in the gym... with my teammates practicing♡"
Vibrator to MAX! She was coming at me to grab my collar, but now her chest volleyballs jiggle as she trembles. Lucky for her, the fan club's racket covers it—otherwise, someone would've noticed her slutty moans for sure.
"No, you come here. Help me sort those idiots out."
"S-stop, stooop♡"
I drag her up to the stands. Her fan club's axe-murderer glares soften to heart-eyes the moment they see her. I secretly smack her ass; she jolts, arches her back in surprise, then raises a hand to calm them.
"Hey, girls... can we all chill for a sec?"
"Yes!"
"Ayoung-nim's orders! Everyone shut up!"
Should've done that sooner. "Hey, take her to the infirmary with your girl."
"W-why me..."
"If I carry your fan club girl, it'll start rumors. Move it."
I hand her the unconscious, bleeding fan club member. When Ayoung still hesitates, I flash the vibrator app. Her eyes widen.
"They're all watching me... not knowing what's inside me, staring, hnnngh?!"
"Go."
"F-fine, I'm going... just stop♡"
She bolts out front, panting as the reality hits—vibrator in her pussy, right in front of her team and fans. I follow.
"You fucking maniac. Pick the time and place! We almost got caught!"
"Oh yeah? Like you picked the time and place for your exposure masturbation on campus? Move!"
"Hiiiing♡"
Vrrrrmmmm♡
Outside, fans' eyes gone, I shove my hand under her uniform, groping her volleyball-sized tits and that perfect birthing-hips ass that could pop out thirty of my babies easy.
"D-don't...!"
"Then hurry up. Damn, how intense was practice? You're sweating like a pig again. Heh heh, screaming breed me."
"I wasn't advertising... Eek, hands in my panties again—haaaang?!"
Her panties are steaming hot—like winter breath in summer. I ram my hand in, fingers tracing her black forest to pinch the swollen clit begging for attention.
"Y-youuu... messing with my clit again♡"
"Mmm, twitching right away? You remember my touch well. Good girl."
"Hiiiik?!"
"You've got your loyal fan in your arms right now. Can't use your hands? Even when I grope you like this?!"
Squelch-squelch-squelch♡
Wonder how many times this maso pervert will cum before we reach the infirmary. How many can I make her have? My grin won't fade as Ayoung's lips twitch despite her glare.