Chapter 45
The relationship between Baek Geum-hwa and Miyamoto Setsuna is simple, if you boil it down: pure rivals. The kind who growl and draw swords the moment their eyes meet, ready to throw down. Of course, that's from the game—not the reality I'm seeing now. No matter which heroine you play as—Geum-hwa, Setsuna, even Brynhildr or the others—you always get that scene of them clashing blades and snarling. Their bad blood is portrayed that way consistently. And the reason for their rivalry? Dead simple.
Setsuna just misunderstands everything. Geum-hwa feels indebted to Brynhildr for helping her and her little sister get into the academy, so she pledges her loyalty. But Setsuna, the ultimate president simp with her raging desire to one day grind pussies furiously with Brynhildr, twists that in her head. She assumes Geum-hwa's got impure motives—trying to steal her spot and rub pussies with Brynhildr.
No matter who you're playing, Setsuna snaps first, either exploding at Geum-hwa for acting all buddy-buddy with her or calling out Geum-hwa's "crimes." That's how their fights always kick off. (Fun fact: Play as Brynhildr, and she steps in to "reconcile" them—next thing you know, all three are naked on a bed, tangled up like recycling marks, grinding away until their pussies are rubbing. But that's not important right now.)
The real question is: Without Brynhildr's influence, how would Geum-hwa handle running into Setsuna? And how would Setsuna treat a Geum-hwa with zero connection to Brynhildr? Would their fated rivalry still spark even without that link?
Clutching my pounding chest, I called out to Setsuna as she approached.
"So, what do you mean by 'plotting'?"
"Don't play dumb! I saw you and your gang fleecing innocent cadets out of their wallets! Abusing the sacred position President Brynhildr granted you like that!"
She saw that, huh? The way she stormed over talking like that, I figured she missed the earlier commotion. But nope—ever since the semester started, Setsuna's been staking out the school gate every morning, diligently(?) waiting to nitpick me. No escaping those eyes.
"We didn't fleece her. As you saw, it was her first day on Guidance Committee duty, so I made sure she got it all back properly. See..."
"Gang? That's not something I can just let slide."
"...Yeah?"
Why the hell is Geum-hwa so pissed at Setsuna already? I hadn't done anything weird. Flustered by Geum-hwa's rising fury, I started to ask her why—but her prickly retort only made Setsuna snap back even sharper.
"So, not a gang? I saw you terrorizing innocent cadets right next to that filthy pervert whose head's full of nothing but lewd thoughts. You two moved like you were one body."
"Mm, we did become one body."
"M-Master... shut your mouth!"
Setsuna's sharp insight nailed our relationship in one go. Geum-hwa tried to butt in, and Setsuna shot me an even more exasperated glare.
"And you... who the hell appointed this street thug as vice head of the Guidance Committee?"
"...Street thug?"
"What else would you call her? Instead of seeking knowledge in this sacred hall of learning, she skips class like it's breakfast, beats up civilians on the streets for cash, and racks up endless complaints. Street thug fits perfectly, doesn't it?"
"O..."
No Brynhildr connection, so now she's picking on Geum-hwa through me? At this point, it's safe to say Setsuna just hates Geum-hwa as a person. From strict, no-nonsense Setsuna's view, Geum-hwa's a constant brawler dragging the academy's name through the mud—a prime candidate for expulsion alongside me. But straight-up trash-talking her like this right off the bat?
"You bitch...! Ugh...?!"
"Hold still."
Squelch♡
I jammed a finger deep into Geum-hwa's asshole just as she was about to blow up, using her twitchy distraction to address Setsuna.
"Isn't it my call as head who becomes vice head? Even if the Guidance Committee falls under the student council, that's overstepping. Besides, President Brynhildr approved it herself."
"P-President approved... a stray dog like that?!"
"She was hesitant at first, sure. But I convinced her—someone who's lived rough deserves a shot at reform. She nodded and signed off. Here, the paperwork."
Worried she wouldn't give me a chance to show it, I flashed the document stamped with the student council president's seal—exclusive to Brynhildr.
"What the hell are you doing? Calling me a stray dog... Ah, ugh... p-pull it out now...!"
"Endure it. Don't cause a scene on day one."
Geum-hwa glared at the wall where her greatsword leaned, clearly itching to grab it and go at Setsuna. I kept stirring her asshole with my finger while waiting for Setsuna's response. Finally, she scanned the papers up and down in disbelief, then shot me and Geum-hwa the same stunned look.
"No way... President... President listened to you? And approved a stray dog like that?!"
"Told you. Everyone deserves a chance to turn over a new leaf."
"With me right here... President, why, when I, Setsuna, am...?!"
"...She's taking it hard."
For Setsuna, who loves Brynhildr beyond reason, this was a gut punch. Time to prep my escape from her?
"The president's gone strange. Because of you—ever since you showed up... President...!!"
Right on cue, Setsuna dove into her usual delusion and drew her sword on me. I yanked my finger from Geum-hwa's tight asshole and dodged. Geum-hwa shot me an irritated glare at the sudden exit, then glanced at Setsuna radiating killing intent before turning back to me.
"Am I in danger here?"
"Nah? It's just the usual WWE. She'll draw her blade and scream any second... Problem is, this is my first time seeing her with two targets she wants to hack apart. No clue how she'll play it from here."
"...Putting a psycho bitch like that as your right hand? Gives me an idea what kind of guy this 'president' is."
"You bitch! What did you just say about President?!"
Geum-hwa hit Setsuna's berserk button smooth as silk. I tsked at Setsuna's rage, patted Geum-hwa's head, and said,
"President's a kind soul, so go easy on the trash talk. More importantly, you worried about me? Gonna protect your master if things go south? Such a good girl."
"Tch... Can't help it, it's the contract. Dangerous!"
"Gahk?!"
Why a clothesline when a shove would've done? Was "WWE" the wrong call?
My mind blanked out. Snapping back, I saw a chilling silver arc slash through where I'd stood—and Setsuna, katana drawn, snarling.
"Fuckin' psycho bitch."
"Perfect. You rapist too! And that stray bitch staining the academy's name! I'll cut you both down today!"
"Trying to slice us both at once? That's a bigger swing than usual."
"...Listening closer, she's even crazier. And Master, plus all these cadets strolling by like it's nothing—everyone here's got a screw loose."
"Coming from a meat toilet prancing around no panties no bra— Mmph!"
"Sh-Shut up! More importantly, Master."
"Can I fight?"
Geum-hwa nodded. She'd hated Setsuna on sight anyway, and now with the "stray dog" insult fueling her fury—but she hadn't forgotten her place as my meat toilet, loyally asking permission to battle. Seizing the chaos, I groped her tits and said,
"Go easy on the strength, yeah? I told you—Setsuna's a maniac, but she'll dial it back in a WWE scrap. You do the same."
"...I'll try."
"Show 'em the Guidance Committee's power!"
"Ugh, why slap my ass?!"
Smack♡
One final spank sent Geum-hwa leaping up. She rolled under Setsuna's swing, grabbed her greatsword from the wall, and wrapped the chain from its pommel around her wrist.
"You first! Never figured out your ambitions, but kill you and President will... Ugh?!"
Clang!!
Setsuna swung at me while Geum-hwa was down—but Geum-hwa appeared in a gust, batting the katana away with her greatsword. Setsuna leaped back, reset her stance, and screamed at Geum-hwa blocking her path, whirling the massive blade.
"Just like I thought—you're in cahoots with him!"
"I didn't choose to team up! And who said I became one body with that little shit?!"
"...Wait, you're not mad about something else—you're pissed 'cause she lumped you in with me?"
Harsh. A meat toilet fighting not to defend her master, but 'cause she hates being grouped with me? Gotta punish her later. Mulling penalties, I watched them charge like in the game, then slipped away quietly, phone out, heading for the gymnasium.