Chapter 7
The Breeding Uncle's Instinct (Passive)—the national rule for princess-type heroines—had activated. That meant a lewd event was unfolding nearby.
I immediately snatched up my brightly glowing smartphone. My hand moved on its own, diving straight into the Valkyria Academy community app and pinpointing the top latest post among the flood of uploads, shoving it right in my face like it was showing off.
-Report to the baby food bucket.
A piping hot post that had just gone up. In a community overflowing with all sorts of bizarre and wild shit, titles like this would normally demand some caution, but just like my phone, the post was emitting a faint glow. Without a shred of doubt, I tapped it.
"Oh yeah."
What filled the screen was none other than a pair of massive tits. The uniform blouse ripped open, bra yanked up by hand, and above all, tits the size of volleyballs dominating the smartphone display. A shape I knew all too well. I had a perfect grasp on who owned these jugs and who would pull off something this bold.
"Couldn't hold back and posted it again today, huh. Not for nothing did they give her the exhibitionist trait."
As proof, when I glanced at the spot where Park Ayoung had been standing moments ago, glowing traces only visible to me—matching the phone screen exactly—were sparkling there. To track her down fast, I headed to where she'd been, first poking a finger into the spot with the thickest glow. Then I sniffed and tasted the liquid on my fingertip.
"Mmm, still warm... fresh pussy juice she just leaked. Mixed with sweat—such a unique bouquet."
You gained 50 experience points for sommelier-like behavior befitting a Breeding Uncle.
"What the hell? If it gives EXP for this, I'd have done it ages ago. But damn, is it 'cause she's a main heroine? The amount's generous."
Absurd, but whatever. Her body heated up from morning practice, her personality that shamelessly posts tit pics on the community. And per official maker lore, she's an exhibitionist—with tons of outdoor exposure scenes in the previous game. Thinking about Park Ayoung, it wasn't hard to figure why her pussy juice was dripping here drop by drop.
"Surrounded by her personal guard, she was lost in filthy thoughts. 'What if I flash my panties right here?' Imagining how her loyal posse would look at her—the volleyball ace, their princess—if she did something so slutty."
At a glance, you might say that's just your imagination, you're bullshitting based on her settings, but this wasn't baseless nonsense.
-Me, the volleyball ace, getting naked and walked like a dog right here... If they see, it's over. I wouldn't have the face to look at them. The second they catch me, they'll say I betrayed them and gang-rape me...♡
This was a solid deduction drawn from Park Ayoung's lines in the previous game, when the protagonist dragged her around by her collared neck on exposure walks. She loves being served and dominated, with masochistic tendencies. Plus, I knew she'd started posting these pics last year, but since this semester began, it's escalated—no days skipped. Plenty of evidence backs my claim.
Probably the devs' ploy to twist the princess-type heroine into a pervert who prefers being led and tamed over leading. Jackpot for me.
"Of course, the spike since semester started is partly thanks to the sports drink I made her, but whatever. Daring to rub one out on your own with a Breeding Uncle like me right here?"
To punish this exhibitionist perv, I followed the trail of sweat and pussy juice on the floor—like Hansel and Gretel's pebbles leading home.
That was when Kang Han-beom took his first wicked step to hunt down Park Ayoung.
Squelch... squelch... squelch...♡
"Hnnngh, mmmphhh, haaah...♡"
On the stairs to the academy rooftop, just as I'd predicted, Park Ayoung—the black-haired tomboy with enormous tits—was furiously masturbating in the buff, not a stitch on her naked body.
"I shouldn't be doing this. Anyone could see the pic I posted and come looking. They might recognize the rooftop stairs background and track me here... and here I am, naked and fingering my pussy...♡"
Was it the heat from morning training? Or the thrilling depravity of chatting casually with her posse—barely any panties on—in her personal garden? After seeing them off, her surging lust overwhelmed her. As always, she snapped a tit-flashing pic for the community and tried her usual sleazy tricks to cool off.
"Haahn♡ So hot... It used to work fine before. Posting my slutty pics online, even edging with exposure... but it's getting hotter, can't stop my pussy squelching...♡"
Squelch, squelch-♡
Why? Since semester started, those methods weren't cutting it. Far from relief, her body burned hotter. What used to fade after one pussy orgasm now took three or four. Now she had to go extreme—full nudity and pussy play in school—just to manage. She knew her libido had skyrocketed, her kinks more depraved, even boldly exposing herself indoors.
"I know, but I can't stop. Feels too good every time, can't stooop...♡"
Squeliiiinch-♡
Her body, hooked on exposure masturbation bliss, didn't care if someone caught her pathetic display. If anything, it seemed to crave it—pussy lips gobbling her fingers nonstop.
"Should've just brought one along. Even if they expose my perv secret, even if they scorn me for it... would've been fine♡"
In school, her status as famed Valkyrie, volleyball ace, princess meant she always led the lewd stuff—never submitted or degraded. Though she preferred the opposite.
Naturally, her fantasies shifted there. Clutching her clit peeking from its hood, she muttered.
"They'd be shocked. Like, 'filthy sow...' Never dreamed I'd be a nasty perv jerking off naked here... they'd degrade me for disappointing them... then make me pay, snapping pics as blackmail. 'Obey or your nudes and info go viral online.' Oh, yesss...♡"
Squelch-squelch-squelch-♡ Her fingers pistoned faster, pussy juice spraying like a pump with every thrust. Head thrown back, her orgasm fantasies grew more twisted.
"Till graduation—no, after, just endless pathetic sex slave life. Promise to delete pics if I obey? Bullshit. Haaah, they'll drop me deeper into sow slavery, toy with me as their fuckpet...♡"
Squirt, splurt-♡
Imagining endless exploitation: no clothes allowed, cumming seven times on a park swing at night; Barbour coat over nudity, whoring in Seoul's heart for an unseen master—gender unknown. Park Ayoung shook her head.
"No. Even for fantasy, that's too far. Me happy as a sow? Way too much...♡ ooh♡"
Why were today's fantasies so maniacal? Teasing her clit, she continued clit play. Then a man's face flashed in her mind: a towering hunk so tall her 181cm frame had to crane up. The Guidance Committee chair always smirking lecherously at her—Kang Han-beom.
Perfect excuse. She grumbled like she'd hooked him.
"All his fault. That creep eyeing me like that. Other guys scatter or bow—know their place. But him, staring down like I'm some sow...♡"
Support Department. Unlike frontline Valkyries like her fighting otherworldly foes, they craft helpful gear like her sports drinks, or tank and carry to ease battles. Obvious creep from his actions—bad rumors among female cadets—but top-tier crafting skills undeniable. Even she, who found him gross, commissioned drinks from him. Without that talent, he'd be expelled or jailed.
"Bet he spiked this drink! No way I'd keep doing perv exposure play like thiiiis, ooooh♡ No other explanation♡"
Why those memories now? Didn't matter—she'd pinned the blame. Muttering more about Han-beom, she fingered harder.
"Why stare at my nape like that, sniffing it? Who do you think you are, wanting to collar me? Think I'd hand over my leash easy...♡"
As if. Fueling her pussy play with hate for him—
"Exactly. So you force the collar on me like this."
"Eh?! W-Wai... Hiiik, c-cuuuuminggg...♡"
Click!
A familiar voice from nowhere, camera shutter snapping—Park Ayoung froze in shock as her pussy clenched in sudden orgasm right there.