Chapter 72
I order Radgridz, my meat toilet, to wash the sheets she dirtied, then head straight to the academy with Baek Geum-hwa. We make our way to the Gymnasium where Park Ayoung is waiting. Our rendezvous spot is behind the Gymnasium, the same place we last met yesterday.
Baek Geum-hwa keeps shooting me dissatisfied glares the whole way—"Why do I have to come all the way out here with you?"—but I ignore her and send Park Ayoung a message that I've arrived. Sure enough, I hear rapid footsteps thudding toward us from the corner of the building.
I turn toward the sound, and there she is—Park Ayoung, her massive volleyball-sized tits bouncing wildly as always. She scrunches up her face and yells at me.
"You're late!"
"Late? I got here right on time. More importantly, why'd you tell me to hurry? What's up?"
"I texted you! Yesterday's match wasn't canceled—it got postponed to today!"
"Oh yeah? I don't really remember. But doesn't matter, right? You must've shown off great yesterday."
Did she fuck up by any chance? I told her to practice with that anal plug in—maybe that threw her off?
"I did show off great! But the scout said, 'I can tell you're amazing just from practice, but I'm really looking forward to seeing you in the actual match,' and now he's coming again today! Wait... who's this? The Baek Geum-hwa I've only heard rumors about? Why's she here?"
She doesn't look like she messed up. I point to Baek Geum-hwa, who's standing there like a sack of barley dumped next to me.
"My meat toilet. She's always glued to my side for sexual relief duty, like a proper meat toilet. What's weird about that?"
"What?!"
"..."
Park Ayoung's eyes go wide as saucers. Can't blame her—a blonde, tanned bombshell a bit shorter than her but still towering, with those fierce, predatory eyes screaming "I've got a nasty temper"—and I just introduce her as my meat toilet.
"But why are you just standing there all calm?"
"I'm so shocked I can't even speak, you crazy bastard master!"
"Yeah?"
"Y-you weren't satisfied with me and had to turn her into one too...?!"
Park Ayoung stares at us in disbelief. I ponder how to prove Baek Geum-hwa's my meat toilet, then turn to her—she's still glaring daggers at me—and command,
"Lift your skirt."
"Fuck..."
"Gasp...?!"
Baek Geum-hwa clicks her tongue but obediently hikes up her skirt. Park Ayoung is stunned by the instant compliance, then by the glimpse of platinum pussy underneath—and the thick strand of white semen dangling between her thighs.
"No way—that was for real?!"
"Hey, it's dripping. I pumped you full—keep it in there properly."
"You could've at least let me wipe it!"
"Sh-she's really a meat toilet...?!"
Park Ayoung gapes like a fish, unable to believe her eyes. I can't just humiliate Baek Geum-hwa alone, so I order Park Ayoung too.
"Why so shocked? You pull yours down too."
"M-me too?!"
"You wanna make only our Geum-hwa embarrassed? Time to own up that you're my sow too. Or should I really spread those pics?"
"Fine! Ugh..."
A light threat and she grudgingly tugs down her uniform. Still holding up her skirt to show off her pussy, Baek Geum-hwa gets a beckoning finger from me. I point to Park Ayoung's pale royal ass and the anal plug poking out between her cheeks.
"See? She's my sow too. Unlike you, she's deep in training right now."
"...I don't know about 'training,' but she's definitely a pervert."
"Hey! You think I want this thing in?! Ngh?!"
"Mm, it's in nice and tight. Good job."
"Nngh...?!"
Schlick-schlick-♡
Not something she shoved in last-minute just for me, then. I gently tug the anal plug to check.
"Mm, looks like you've been wearing it steadily since yesterday."
"At least let me take it out to sleep... I barely got any rest because of this yesterday!"
"No dark circles, though—and your skin's even glowing."
"Ahn, d-don't pull...♡"
Every little tug with the plug turns her grimaces into melting pleasure, lips curling up. Park Ayoung, who Baek Geum-hwa first saw as a fellow victim or comrade, now gets eyed like the world's sleaziest perv. Unable to hold back, Baek Geum-hwa scoffs and shoots her a contemptuous glare.
"Just a pervert, huh."
"Right. Total maso-perv. Worse than you, Geum-hwa."
"O-ohhh... S-stop, stop it alreadyyy...♡"
"Been keeping it in great since yesterday. Feeling it in your shithole right away like this? Good girl."
"Hek♡ Hek♡"
Meanwhile, Park Ayoung's thrilled that her dirty secret's out—not just to me, but Baek Geum-hwa too. That contemptuous stare proves she's a maso-perv without needing words. She shoves her own plug deeper, sucking it in greedily. Worried she'll cum, I let go quick and tell Baek Geum-hwa,
"You two get along, yeah? That's why I brought you together. No yuri grinding or fighting over rank, or you'll get punished."
"Who'd do that?!"
"R-right♡ Who'd do something like that... I-I'm just your one-sided victim here♡"
They click surprisingly well—good. Mission to give Baek Geum-hwa a friend: success. I set down my bag.
Park Ayoung, probably anxious from yesterday's ordeal, yells,
"Wh-what now... Don't tell me you're not putting it in my pussy this time!"
"Who said anything about—oh, perfect timing. Geum-hwa, come here and spread your pussy."
"You crazy bitch! Because of you—khohhh♡"
"Hii...♡"
Even hating my guts, she's aware of her meat toilet status. Face twisted in humiliation, she thrusts her pussy forward. I shove the vibe right in. Giggling at her pleasure-glazed glare toward Park Ayoung, I pull a small box from my bag.
"Should've saved this for last. Forgot it was important and put it on top—poor Geum-hwa suffered for nothing."
"What's that?"
"The volleyball shoes I promised yesterday."
"Ah...!"
Park Ayoung, panting from endless arousal amid the absurdity, snaps to attention. Dead serious about volleyball—tits like volleyballs and all—she ditches her writhing comrade without a second thought and rushes to my side. I snicker, flick on the vibe in Baek Geum-hwa's pussy.
"Y-you psycho master bastard... O-ohhh♡"
"Love how much sluttier our Geum-hwa's gotten."
"Stop it, turn it off nowww...♡"
Bzzz, bzzz-♡
The buzz alone tells her pussy's loving it. I hand over the neatly wrapped shoes.
"What're they made of?"
"Gold Minotaur leather. Light, breathable, insane durability."
"G-Gold Minotaur?! That's super rare! And the leather drop rate's abysmal..."
"Money fixes everything in this world."
"Ah..."
Gold Minotaurs are spawn-rate nightmares, and their leather's a low-prob drop—even pro players can't snag 'em. Now they're in her hands! She stares at them trembling, as I urge her to try them on.
"Y-you're really giving these to me...?!"
"Told you. Something impressive."
"This is way past impressive—it's overkill! How bad do you wanna fuck me?!"
"Heh heh heh. This way, you'll take any training without complaint later."
Her clamped-shut pussy twitches wildly. Too riled up—it's going haywire. She eyes me like Cinderella with the glass slipper, wondering if she deserves such luxury, then slips her foot in.
◈ Enhances the wearer's physical abilities.
◈ If Breeding Uncle Kang Han-beom's semen is inside the wearer, further enhances physical abilities.
◈ Weakens resistance to mating with Breeding Uncle Kang Han-beom.
◈ Heightens craving for exposure.
◈ Periodically induces heat in the wearer—relievable only by Breeding Uncle Kang Han-beom's semen.
Enraptured by the shoes wrapping her feet—oblivious to what she's putting on—I tie the laces myself. I grab those clueless volleyball princess tits bouncing on her chest.
"Alright, let's test 'em out."
"Nnghh...♡"
Called her this early, so the Gymnasium should be empty. I shoot Baek Geum-hwa—who's sneakily trying to pull out the vibe—a warning glance, then head inside with Park Ayoung.