Chapter 6
Suddenly, another Yuri Grinding alarm blares while I'm dealing with Park Ayoung, so I rush back just in case. Sure enough, there they are—Brynhildr and Setsuna gazing soulfully into each other's eyes, lips about to lock and pussies grinding like slimy slugs in the most indecent kiss imaginable. I immediately douse them with a heavy sprinkle of chili powder and bolt. Setsuna flies into a rage, trying to stab me, but I dodge and escape before immediately starting my school patrol.
"Hey, no hugging in the hallways! Didn't you know indecent same-sex relations are forbidden?!"
"Eek…?!"
"Wh-what business is it of yours! Kyaa?!"
It doesn't take long to spot a pair of minor yuri sluts. Knowing they'd get busted by me if they flaunted their affection openly in the hall, they'd hidden behind a pillar, clinging to each other. I pry them apart on the spot, jotting their names in my notebook while giving them a stern warning.
"That's demerit points for you two. Especially you, Jung Soo-jung—if I catch you one more time, it's disciplinary action, got it?"
"You bastard! Who the hell are you?!"
"Yeah! Don't interfere with our love!"
"…+1 demerit for insubordination."
How the hell are they all so defenseless against this lewd shit? Sure, it's a smut game world, but they're all throbbing like hormonal teens. I'm busy saving the damn world over here, and all they can think about is yuri-grinding the second their eyes meet. Completely oblivious to the pitiful wail of the Yuri Grinding alarm siren blaring nonstop in my head, begging for a day off.
Am I seriously supposed to count it as my one silver lining that at least guys aren't eye-fucking each other…?!
I finish writing down their names and turn to the one who'd been leading the pack among the female cadets glaring daggers at me—the brown-haired one with straight locks.
"If you don't want to deal with me, watch yourselves. And you—you look like a real repeat offender. Park Ayoung's personal guard, huh?"
"Damn right! I'm telling Ayoung unnie!"
"Go ahead. Think that'll change anything? More like, heh heh heh, how the hell is someone's name 'Park Ayoung'?"
"Y-you…!!"
As the Guidance Committee head, I flash my signature Breeding Uncle smirk—lewd, sticky, and insidious—chuckling vilely at the brown-haired girl. She trembles with rage at my outrageous(?) behavior, then grabs her yuri partner's wrist and bolts off somewhere.
"That won't do… You're racking up losses. Running in the halls too…"
Demerit added right then and there.
Gained 30 experience points.
Combining experience settlement with the hunt, I stalk the brown-haired girl like an African tribesman chasing a water-seeking proboscis monkey. Sure enough—
Bzzzz— Bzzzz— Bzzzz—
Intense Yuri Grinding Alarm
Not long after, my head's system starts blasting the most ferocious Yuri Grinding alarm imaginable. I sprint to the spot it indicates—
"Kyaaaaah?!"
"Kyaaa, it's Ayoung unnie!"
"Kyaa, kyaaaa?!"
"Loved your game yesterday!"
As expected, rounding one corner fills the hallway with a swarm of female cadets surrounding a woman with a boyish hairstyle, dressed in the same uniform. At 181cm tall, her slender frame boasts tits as massive as her height. She's waving to her fans.
Park Ayoung. Among my Valkyrie heroines, she's the tomboy prince type—black-haired, boyish style.
"Should've known from the previous game. She's even worse than Setsuna."
Setsuna at least only has eyes for Brynhildr, but Park Ayoung, the prince of the volleyball court, draws in every girl who crosses her path thanks to her ace status. Hell, she even has her own personal pussy guards. A villain among villains. That's why in the sequel, the devs leaned into it hard—she shows up with a massive dick instead of a clit, raping guys and girls alike in a frenzy. Brynhildr's fall stole the spotlight since it shocked fans so much, but Ayoung's antics were plenty horrifying too. Knowing all that backstory, tying it to my current struggles suddenly surges rage through me.
I'm slaving away at world-saving I never asked for, eating shit daily, while some bitch leisurely grinds pussies…!!
Are you jealous she has her own personal pussy that you haven't claimed yet? How pathetic.
What kinda nonsense is that? I'm sacrificing my body for my world-saving mission—I'm just pissed at Park Ayoung for her clueless crimes.
Anyway. Brushing off the system's snarky interruption, I grab the whistle from my jacket pocket and blow hard. With Ayoung's thick wall of guards making such a racket, nothing shuts her personal pussies up better.
Screeeeech—
"Kyaaaaah?!"
"What, what?!"
"Guidance Committee head rapist! That guy's the one who messed with me earlier…"
"It's Kang Han-beom, not rapist! Separate from blocking the hall, that's another demerit for you."
I might be thick with rape potential in what I'm doing, but I haven't actually done it yet—who's calling me rapist? They swarm around Ayoung, panting with rage, but the ear-shattering whistle sends her personal pussies scattering in panic. I shove through the gap and yell at Ayoung.
"Blocking the hallway's a rules violation too! Disperse right now!"
"Kang Han-beom…"
She'd been gracefully waving amid her field of pussy flowers, but my sudden Breeding Uncle grin and scolding chills her face cold.
"Who the hell are you to say that? Think being Guidance Committee head makes you god?!"
"Don't talk to Ayoung unnie like that with those dead-fish eyes?!"
Her guards flip out at my words, shrieking to chase me off, but like a crane among chickens, my near-2m height and Ayoung's 181cm only shine brighter amid their chaos. Ayoung stays eerily calm, just looking up at me amid the noise. I lick my lips with a smug grin, and like Setsuna, she clicks her tongue softly—"Tch"—averting her eyes before clapping loud to refocus her guards.
"Everyone, quiet! It's frustrating, but he's not wrong. We were occupying the hall. Head back to your classrooms now?"
"Yesss…"
"Ayoung unnie's too kind… She could just ignore that creep."
"But following the rules makes Ayoung unnie even cooler♡"
Only after Ayoung speaks do her guards start dispersing. Sure, they'll reclaim the hall at break, but whatever. Seizing the small chaos as they scatter, with Ayoung waving goodbye to each one, I step closer.
"Morning practice, huh? You reek of sweat."
"What? H-hey…?!"
"Sniiiif…"
I duck in during the confusion, burying my face in her neck and sniffing loudly. True to volleyball royalty, her massive pair of volleyballs jiggles wildly on her chest. She rears back to slap me silly, but I pull away first.
"Pretty damn cheeky. Volleyball ace and prince, my ass—reeking like a bitch in heat. Not content with impure same-sex shit, now aiming for opposite-sex too?"
"You crazy bastard…!!"
The key is teasing right up to the line without crossing. As Ayoung desperately masks her exploding rage for her guards, I pull a sealed bottle from my bag and hand it over.
"But that's that. Sniffed you out—you're soaked in sweat, so specially for you, my handmade sports drink. Thanks for playing along."
"Hmph, just doing your support job. I commissioned it anyway."
What I hand her is a sports drink for athletes.
"Ah, Ayoung unnie took a suspicious drink from the rapist?!"
"Don't take it! You can't!"
Valkyries are picky about conditioning, so reputation aside, she'd commissioned drinks from me without fear—my support skills are top-notch. She snatches it, downs it defiantly despite their worried stares, then shoots me a suspicious glare.
"Better not have spiked it or anything."
"Heh heh heh, so distrustful. But the sweat comment was real—hit the showers before class!"
"What?!"
I finish up and leave Ayoung staring in disbelief, casually ducking behind a corner to peep without a second thought.
"See you later!"
"Yeah, be safe."
Oblivious to my peeping, Ayoung waves off her guards one by one as they head to class.
"…"
Soon alone in the hall, she glances around, confirms no one's left—
"Nngh…♡"
—face flushed crimson, body trembling like a leaf, head bowed as she hurries off somewhere.
And then—
Breeding Uncle's Instinct (Passive) activates.