Chapter 51
Fine then, no helping it. Fresh morning air slips through the open window, carrying the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee—and the intoxicating scent of a bitch in heat that tickles my nostrils. Even though there's a sofa reserved for VIPs right next to us, Brynhildr plops her ass down right next to me instead. I had my suspicions at first, but the pheromones wafting straight into my nose on the breeze confirm it instantly. She's extremely—no, insanely—horny right now.
Of course, I was on high alert at her unfamiliar behavior initially. Brynhildr's been watching me like a hawk since last year, constantly warning and cautioning me. Even after we fucked, there's no way the strict student council president would drop her guard overnight. And no matter how much she's billed as the world's sluttiest woman, I didn't expect her to start stroking my thigh so blatantly after just one taste of the Breeding Uncle's massive cock yesterday.
"As expected... I saw it yesterday, but what impressive muscles. You must train diligently."
"Well, I wield a hammer a lot, and the supporter role demands a certain level of physical prowess."
"True enough. Hmm, indeed, Guidance Committee Chief. If only your temperament were a bit milder, you'd be perfect..."
"Heh heh heh, you liked it too, President."
"Hmph... I merely went along with it. Because of my mistake, you got leverage over me—nothing more. Don't get the wrong idea."
"It wasn't me grabbing your weakness; we each have dirt on the other."
For a second, I wonder if this is payback for groping her a bit before reporting Geum-hwa and Setsuna's fight earlier. But I dismiss it just as quick. Even if Brynhildr's the world's horniest slut, it's a stretch to think she'd turn this aggressively seductive in a single day.
So what the hell is it? Why's she so worked up?
Isn't this the payoff from Breeding Uncle Kang Han-beom's hard work? Seize the chance for some intense pussy ravaging and contribute to world peace...
That's not it, I tell you. Just because things are flowing my way doesn't mean I should rush in guns blazing. There are still some nagging doubts, so if you're not gonna help, shut up.
I'm offended.
I feel the System pouting, but I ignore it for now and test just how horny Brynhildr really is. Casually, as if it's nothing, I ask her—the one who's been stroking my thigh nonstop since earlier.
"President, you called me here because you had something to say, right?"
"Ah, yes. Ahem..."
"President?"
She realizes she's been way too fixated on groping my thigh, even by her own standards. She sips her coffee to shift the mood. But she doesn't stop stroking. I test the waters by placing my hand over hers.
"I heard the full story from Vice President Setsuna. It started when she saw you and Vice Chief Geum-hwa snatching a cadet's wallet?"
"That's true, but we didn't take it. I scolded Geum-hwa right there and made her give it back—so technically, attempted theft."
Instead of pulling her hand away, she squeezes my thigh gently while sternly recounting the morning's events in her formal tone.
"...Didn't you boldly promise that if we appointed Geum-hwa as vice chief, you'd make her commit fully to academy life? I gave final approval based on that promise."
"You can't expect perfection on the first try. Wouldn't it be weirder if a wild beast like her turned into a model student overnight?"
"Mm... Fair point. My investigation showed her family situation is rough. Even as a scholarship student, she slacked on studies to cover her little sister—Cadet Baek Eun-ah's—tuition."
"Exactly, exactly. She's got mad sisterly love."
These days, she pays her sister's tuition and offers me her pussy instead. I swallow the quip that almost slips out, stroking the back of Brynhildr's hand—then sliding my fingers up her arm like rails toward her shoulder. I gaze at her with complicated eyes as she talks about Geum-hwa.
"So I planned to cover Eun-ah's tuition from my personal funds, but apparently you've already handled it."
"Money's no object for me. Besides, you've been tearing your hair out over Geum-hwa for ages."
"True. But..."
"But?"
Originally, Brynhildr pities Geum-hwa's plight, supports her and Eun-ah personally, and Geum-hwa joins the Guidance Committee to repay the favor. That is, if the Yuri Grinding Prevention Committee Chairman, Polar Bear Protection Squad Breeding Uncle hadn't intervened.
I chuckle at Brynhildr's look—like she's questioning if I'm really the one to handle Geum-hwa—and drape my arm over her shoulder.
"...Nothing. More importantly, who gave you permission to put your hand on me?"
"My arm's sore. Your shoulder seems healing..."
"...If that's the case, no helping it."
She replies primly, but her hand—once stroking my thigh—now creeps toward my crotch. Naturally, I extend the hand on her shoulder toward her breasts.
The bitch-in-heat scent thickens, and I grab her tit outright. She's aroused but not bold enough to grope my dick outright yet; her hand stops contentedly on my inner thigh. As her plumpness fills my palm, she lets out a soft moan.
"Nngh... Don't just grab my breast... This is official business. Not massage time."
"It's for work efficiency. You know my hands aren't just for holding spoons and chopsticks."
"...Indeed, these hands showed me God is never fair."
"Heh heh."
She sighs in resignation, pretending to grab my increasingly brazen hand—fingers digging in till flesh spills between them—while leaning into me, offering her massive tits for better access. I laugh out loud and ask,
"My turn to report now?"
"No, nngh♡... No need. I heard everything from Vice President Setsuna. That she insulted Vice Chief Geum-hwa. Called her a stray dog tarnishing the academy's honor, and so... they fought. Hnngh, y-you... don't squeeze so hard...♡"
"You suspected as much, huh?"
"She reveres me so much she can't judge coolly where I'm involved—and still hasn't fixed her habit of losing control. Just like you said. People don't change overnight. Haah, nngh...♡"
"Kya..."
Awe slips from my lips at the overwhelming handful that defies grasping. Brynhildr's hand, which at first pretended to push mine away, now guides it—showing exactly where to squeeze for her pleasure.
"Then... nothing more for me to report."
"Still, causing a scene at the school gate in front of cadets means discipline's unavoidable. For Vice President Setsuna, Vice Chief Geum-hwa, and you—the head of the Guidance Committee. Nngh, r-right there... harder... squeeze till it bursts... ah, aaah♡"
"I'm prepared. Decided on the punishment?"
"Hngh, p-patrol. Three-person team for city patrol. Doesn't seem like a terrible combo anyway."
"Hmm... patrol, huh?"
"Ugh, y-you...!"
Pretending to groan, I guide her trembling hand—the one hovering over my bulging cock that's been asserting itself through my pants.
Brynhildr startles at the hard dick suddenly in her grip, spreading her fingers wide once. But soon, she wraps them softly around the tent in my pants. As her breathing roughens toward climax, her hand starts moving in sync.
"Hngh♡ Nngh, nn... ahem...♡"
"About to cum?"
"W-who said that? As if I'd cum from my tits, you fool. More importantly, how long do you plan to grope? Remove your hand—stay like this and I really might... Eh?"
"Yep, then I'm off."
"Chief Kang Han-beom?"
I release her breast and stand immediately. Brynhildr stares in dismay, on the edge, as I shake her off.
"Wait, where are you—?"
I flash her not the Breeding Uncle's grin from moments ago, but a friendly young man's smile.
"Punishment patrol. Geum-hwa Vice Chief should be recovered by now, so I'll head out with Vice President Setsuna right away."
"R-right now? Th-that... um..."
She fumbles, unsatisfied lust warring with propriety—no way to cling when it's official duty. She glances at me slyly.
"If you want me to stick around a bit longer..."
"As if. Ahem, duty calls—no helping it. Hurry back."
"Yes, I'll patrol quick and return. And when I do..."
"Ah... Y-you dare grab my breast again...?!"
"We'll continue the massage then?"
"Tch...♡"
She clicks her tongue at my promise to ravage her body post-patrol. I chuckle at the explosive bitch pheromones and exit the president's office.