Chapter 48
If you wanna do it, hurry up already.
Setsuna and Baek Geum-hwa clicked their tongues awkwardly at Brynhildr's attempt to wedge herself between them and stop the fight—but as expected from these sworn enemies who brawl the second they cross paths, their reactions toward Brynhildr slowly shifted.
“I didn't believe it when I first heard from the Guidance Committee Chief. But what the hell is this? Explain yourself, Vice President Setsuna.”
“P-President... it's...”
Setsuna, whom Brynhildr admired and respected, trembled violently under her idol's icy, disappointed gaze. She looked like she wanted to crawl into a hole if one existed—unable to even meet Brynhildr's eyes after letting her down so badly.
“Hmph, so you're the student council president? Pretty as they say.”
“Guidance Committee Vice Chief Baek Geum-hwa. That's enough—calm yourself. I don't know the circumstances since I rushed here, but what kind of disgrace is this in front of the school gate where cadets pass by? We'll hear your side in the president's office, so settle down and...”
“Settle down? You think I can settle down?! Step aside before I smash you too!!”
Geum-hwa channeled her rage and competitive fire at Brynhildr for interrupting, seizing the chance to crush both her and Setsuna at once. She poured strength into her massive greatsword, poised to slam down on Brynhildr's shield.
Brynhildr sighed.
“Looks like words won't cut it. Too much blood rushing to your head, maybe?”
“Heh heh, pretty little things like you always get my blood boiling. Unless our president wants to roll in the dirt too...!”
“Oh... that line from her, huh.”
I muttered in quiet admiration. That line was originally what Brynhildr had said to Geum-hwa back when she kept skipping classes. Brynhildr had scoured the city and dungeons to drag her back—the delinquent leader who was bossing around problem cadets. Of course, she hadn't laughed so ferociously then.
“What are you lot doing? Sightseeing? Move, now! Get back, way over there!”
“Eek, the rapist's coming for us?!”
“That's a demerit for you, bitch. Just in case—evacuate, quick!”
I herded the female cadets swarming in like moths to a flame—drawn to the flower garden of Brynhildr, Setsuna, and Geum-hwa, heedless of the danger. For any contingencies, I deployed my riot shield to guard myself.
And then—kuuuung—!!
“Ugh...?!”
“I told you to calm down a little.”
Geum-hwa's greatsword, mid-swing to pulverize Brynhildr's shield, suddenly plunged into the ground like it was hammered there—embedding deep into the asphalt.
Brynhildr had tilted her shield just enough to deflect the blade bearing down on her. But Geum-hwa didn't panic at her sword stuck in the pavement. She released it, backed out of Brynhildr's range, then yanked the chain wrapped around the pommel and her wrist (probably to keep me from snatching it again).
“Letting go without hesitation—good judgment. But...!”
“What the— what're you... guh?!”
Right then, Brynhildr dropped her own sword and shield. Confirming Setsuna had already lost her will to fight, she let them clatter to the ground without a second thought. She drew Geum-hwa's massive greatsword from the earth like pulling a tooth, then wrenched the chain connected to the pommel—yanking Geum-hwa toward her with all her might.
“What now if I do this?”
“What kind of strength is th—this, ughhh?!”
Geum-hwa panicked at first but quickly regained her cool. No way she'd lose in raw power—she planted her feet firmly, gripping the chain to halt her slide toward Brynhildr.
A spark of interest flickered in Brynhildr's blue eyes, which had shown only cold fury until now.
“Impressive. So you're not just swinging that monster around for show. Now you've got my full attention.”
“Ugh, what kinda power...?!”
The strict student council president was a Valkyrie too. Matching Geum-hwa's strength toe-to-toe—and even dragging her in—stirred her battle lust beyond her title.
I felt a twinge of unease and yelled at Brynhildr.
“Hey, President! Why're you eyeing my meat toilet like that with such filthy intent...! Look somewhere else!”
“Wh-what are you saying?! Don't spout nonsense in this situation!?”
“Got time for side thoughts, huh?!”
Brynhildr faltered at my pointless interruption shattering her focus. Already toyed with—her tits and pussy ravaged by me moments ago—she flushed red as my groin-thrusting motions drew her gaze like a magnet. She screamed.
Geum-hwa saw her chance and yanked the chain—but.
“Geum-hwa, keep that up and your panties'll show?!”
“What?! Hey, I forgot— what the, ughhh?!”
“...Ahem. She's rough around the edges, but we'll hear her out in the president's office.”
Suddenly realizing she wore nothing under her skirt, Geum-hwa dropped the chain to yank her hem down. Her face burned crimson. Brynhildr cleared her throat with a khmm khmm, then wrenched the greatsword—sending Geum-hwa flying off her feet straight at her.
The born warrior Geum-hwa snapped to and swung a fist—but Brynhildr, as if anticipating it, smashed her flat with the flat of the blade.
Kwaaaang—!
A thunderous boom and rising dust. Amid it, the silver Valkyrie stood tall. The female cadets watching tensely erupted in cheers.
“The president took down the rapist's minion!”
“Kyaaa! So cool!”
“As expected of the president!”
“Haa, delinquent Valkyrie x President? Can't resist. Heading to drop out tonight.”
“?”
Brynhildr calmed the ecstatic cadets, thrilled at witnessing a hero taming a savage beast—maybe even part of this nameless hero's legend with their own eyes.
I slipped into the swirling dust cloud and approached Geum-hwa, flattened by the greatsword.
“Ooh, Yamcha pose after losing to the breeder man. First time I've seen someone flop like that for real.”
“You crazy owner bastard... whose side are you on...? Anyone but you should've had my back...!”
“Heh heh heh, should've read the room and quit while ahead. And you've been 'you-you-ing' me all casual-like? Want a spanking?”
“Damn... ugh, that hit hard.”
“Meet your match proper?”
“Shut up! Without your meddling, I'd have won...”
“Heh heh heh, sure sure, you had it in the bag.”
“You dog... ugh, why're you groping my tits now?!”
As I helped Geum-hwa up, Brynhildr—wondering if she'd gone too far—watched silently for a moment. She set the greatsword down, retrieved her own sword and shield, then approached the visibly downcast Setsuna.
“We'll go over what happened step by step in the president's office.”
“Yes...”
“Guidance Committee Chief. Take your vice to the infirmary, then report straight to the office.”
“Got it. Stop glaring at the president and get over here.”
“What're you looking at? Show's over?! Show's ov—hiiik...?!”
Seizing the chaos, I kept groping Geum-hwa's tits to shut down her freakout. Pretending to head to the infirmary, I dragged her next door—to the men's restroom.
Geum-hwa, battered by the greatsword and towed along limply, yelped as I shoved her amid the urinals.
“Hey... no, Master, why'd you drag me here? Don't tell me you're gonna... here?! ”
“Who told a meat toilet like you to swing that sword so sexy? Trying to seduce me under the guise of fighting Setsuna?”
“As if! And this is school grounds... someone might come, you bastard—don't sniff my sc—mmph?!”
“Kya, drool-worthy. Stuffed from breakfast, but today's gonna burst me. Now, spread those legs and hike up your skirt.”
“D-Damn...!”
Geum-hwa glared ferociously. But what could she do? To remind her she was just my meat toilet, I schemed dirtily. She tsked, face flushing, and lifted her skirt.
Revealed: the tanned pussy of the blonde warrior. Sweat-mingled juices trickled from her inner thighs to her calves. I snickered slyly.
“See? Soaked through. Dripping wet, begging for me to calm that needy pussy down.”
“...If you wanna do it, hurry. I wanna lie down.”
“Shall I? Nah... something's off. 'If you wanna'? Nah, you wanna.”
“What? H-Hey... what're you...?!”
Grumbling like she just wanted to get fucked and flop down, but I knew better. Geum-hwa was in heat—full-blown. Like in the dungeon, no, way beyond those foes: facing fated rival Setsuna and powerhouse Brynhildr had her competitive fires raging, body heating from the intense action.
Stab—♡
“See? I grope your pussy outright, and you just take it?”
“Aaaahhh...♡”
Squelch squelch—♡
Above all, swinging that Lewd Greatsword so wildly—which makes its wielder hornier with every swing—how could she not be in heat?
“You're backed up bad.”
“No! As if— wh-what're you d-doing...?!”
She didn't resist my touch—instead welcoming the pussy torment with whimpers. I pulled the remote, hit the button. Her bracelet glowed, sucking her uniform into particles absorbed by it.
Naked in a flash, Geum-hwa stared down in shock and shrieked.
“You fucking psycho?!”
“Kuh, my meat toilet through and through.”
“Give it back now! You lost it? Pick a spot, spot—?!”
Expecting that, I stroked her paunch lightly. Her lips twitched faintly—and a long, sticky thread dangled from her crotch like a spiderweb.