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"Just use your mouth? You worried about someone spotting us?"
Having dragged her out here at this ungodly hour, the gymnasium was deserted—no sign of another soul, let alone a net.
"Where do you even get these from? Some storage shed?"
"What, you think we're in middle or high school, hauling stuff around by hand? It's all automated."
"Oh?"
Park Ayoung shot me a scolding look as I kept groping her tits without shame, then pressed a button right by the gym door. Whirr, clank clank—incredibly, the floor in the center of the volleyball court slid open, and up rose the net. Even outside the court, panels parted to reveal carts loaded with super-durable volleyballs, rising in perfect sequence.
"Whoa, I saw this in Invincible Captain Saur! Next the gym transforms, right? Back in elementary school, I used to rush to school hoping ours would morph and fly off to smash the forces of evil."
"What era's cartoon are you even talking about?"
Even in a superhuman society, high-tech setups like this weren't unusual. But to me, who'd thought this world was just a game until a year ago, everything still felt like magic.
"Does food come out too?"
"Why would food come out?! We eat at the cafeteria like everyone else!"
Park Ayoung stared at us in disbelief as Baek Geum-hwa, mesmerized by the self-setting gym equipment just like me, forgot the vibe buried in her pussy and blurted out that random question.
"How have you two been here a whole year and not know this?"
"Why would we come? This place is for you volleyball folks or the basketball team—not us. I only drop by occasionally to warn your little fanclub. What would I know? The president knows a bit, since she comes when stuff breaks."
"Fair point. What about you, Geum-hwa?"
"Getting chummy already... Whatever, I've never been here either. I didn't even know the gym existed."
"?"
Park Ayoung tilted her head, puzzled. She'd only taken required classes, spending the rest on volleyball practice, so she'd never crossed paths with Baek Geum-hwa. She'd only heard her name from her chattering entourage.
"Anyway, perfect. You! Go stand over there on the other side."
"Call me Master, you bitch."
"Right, Master! You and Geum-hwa stand over there together. You're both tall—perfect."
"You gonna spike balls at us? Geum-hwa might handle it, but I'd end up in the hospital."
"Nah, just checking how much your physical abilities have improved!"
Like in volleyball matches, where blockers jump to stop spikes—maybe test our enhanced bodies by jumping together?
"You gotta protect me if shit goes down?"
"Such a scaredy-cat. Fine, just pull this out of my pussy!"
"You say that 'cause you think I'll do it, huh?"
"Fuck..."
As instructed, Baek Geum-hwa and I stood like scarecrows on the opposite side of the net. Park Ayoung bounced over like an excited roe deer in her shiny new volleyball shoes and called out.
"You've seen volleyball, right? On three, pretend to block. Ready? One, two, three—whoaaaaa!?"
She leaped with the countdown, eyes bulging in a scream just like in the backyard. She'd jumped four or five heads higher than us—stunned by her own insane height.
"Why's she jumping and freaking out at herself?"
"She's shocked at how amazing it feels... ugh♡ Yeah, probably...♡"
Baek Geum-hwa shuddered in agreement with my question. The vibe in her pussy must've thrashed on landing—a lewd scent wafted from her. But first things first: ask Park Ayoung about the shoes.
"Hey! Quit jumping. So, how do they feel?"
"Perfect fit—not too tight, not loose. Just made for my feet. How'd they nail it from just my size?!"
"Think I haven't seen your naked body enough times?"
"You fucking pervert!"
She kept bounding around like she was on a trampoline, screaming at me while her body screamed the shoes' awesomeness even louder. I chuckled.
"But what if your abilities could improve even more from here? Believe it?"
"Even more?!"
She landed and gawked at me in disbelief. Then she caught my lecherous grin, face flushing crimson.
"...Just use your mouth? Here?"
"Heh, love the enthusiasm. But someone might come—how about the locker room?"
"That's more risky!"
"Geum-hwa can stand guard. Who'd dare enter with her blocking the door?"
"You really use people however you want..."
Unable to argue, she glared daggers but huffed ahead at my "follow me."
"Hurry and drop your pants! Just do it, whatever!"
"Oh?"
After posting Baek Geum-hwa at the front, she shoved me against the locker room wall, yelling to strip.
"Think I'll let you lead me around forever, Master?"
"Hey now..."
She seemed oddly confident—after all those mouth sessions the past couple days, even drinking piss yesterday. Even in the locker room, she figured she could handle a blowjob now.
"Hmph, it's not like we're fucking. What's a little mouth stuff? Bet you picked this spot hoping I'd freak about teammates showing up and whine like a bitch—but no way!"
"Enough, just strip."
"Y-yeah... I expected that too!"
"Sure."
She'd stripped bare-assed plenty before, and as an exhibitionist, clothes were no biggie. She flinched at my words but tossed her uniform without hesitation. Knowing from my hands she'd only used nipple patches, seeing those massive tits bare still hit hard. I reached out, peeling the patch barely covering her areola.
"Wearing nipple patches again? Don't tell me you were too lazy to change and came to school in your uniform."
"...!"
"What a perv."
"Hiii?!"
I ripped it off like tape. "Now the other tit!"
"N-no?! Don't touch!"
"Pushing your chest out kinda kills your protest!"
"Kuhiii♡"
I yanked the other patch too, drawing a sweet moan. With a sigh, I nodded at her uniform pants.
"Don't tell me your pussy's just got a heart sticker or some shit..."
"As if! You checked everything earlier!"
"Did I? Can't remember. But your quick denial means no, huh? Was gonna punish you for assuming."
Was there an auto-lewd-up system or what? She was getting hornier by the day. Even for a porn game heroine, this was too much—Brynhildr levels. Made me realize Baek Geum-hwa and Radgridz were the normal ones. I watched her trembling hands pull down her pants.
"T-there! Now give me your dick. Let's finish quick."
"Hold up."
"What now?! What're you gonna do?!"
Thankfully(?), plain white panties matching what I'd seen dropped with her uniform. I snickered, dragging her naked ass—hand reaching for my cock—to the wide bench in the center.
"Why the bench...?"
"'Cause it's perfect for lying down."
"69...?"
"You just search porn at home, huh."
Forgotten she was blackmailed into this? I pulled out my phone, showing pics from the day she got caught masturbating naked at school. Her face burned as she stared at the bench, squeaking.
"Y-you didn't delete them?!"
"Good, you remember. Phew. I'll lie here... You know what to do, right?"
"Ugh...!"
The busty tomboy crawled atop me like a cat, freshly reminded of her place.