Chapter 75
A little time after that miraculous escape show where I pretended to be humble. A massive, flashy bus emblazoned with "Valkyria Academy" idled in front of the gymnasium, its exhaust rumbling in a way that stirred any man's heart. The volleyball club members gathered around it, all staring intently somewhere.
"Who's that?"
"You know, the guy at the school gate every morning..."
"Oh yeah, the one with the notorious rep among the underclassmen lately..."
"That rapist? Rapist? Something like that!"
Their gazes were fixed on me and Baek Geum-hwa, standing there awkwardly just like them, waiting for the academy volleyball team's Valkyrie coach. Not even a club member, yet we'd naturally joined their ranks. Seniors, peers, and juniors alike gossiped about us. Not content to just stand there, Park Ayoung bustled about explaining the situation to her teammates.
That's when Baek Geum-hwa, who'd been staring daggers at Ayoung alongside me, grumbled at me in her gruff voice.
"...So why the hell am I coming along?"
"You're my meat toilet and bodyguard. Forgot your Boji Guard duties?"
"Don't yell, you crazy master fuck...!"
I'd originally planned to go alone. But I couldn't just leave Baek Geum-hwa be—not after she'd fucked with me like that, then casually strutted around the school gate doing Guidance Committee shit, even flashing her thong. I had to make her serve the whole way there.
As I schemed wickedly, she instinctively sensed I was about to train her again, glaring at me with utter disgust. Just then, the sharp click-clack of high heels echoed from somewhere.
The academy volleyball coach, a Valkyrie, had finally arrived.
"Hello!"
"You've arrived!"
With half-lidded eyes that made it impossible to tell if they were open or closed—the classic sleepy-eye character trait—a warm smile on her lips, she waved back at the club members greeting her in their own ways, beaming brightly. She didn't seem strict at all. She didn't even play favorites; approaching me and Baek Geum-hwa—two hulking brutes no one would call handsome—with the same radiant smile and cozy aura. She just exuded this mature, grown-up vibe.
Isn't Breeding Uncle Kang Han-beom already a grown-up?
That's a different kind of adult from me. Coach has this... what, maternal aura? Yeah, something like that.
Recorded Breeding Uncle Kang Han-beom's creepy lust. Not something I particularly wanted to know, so I can't help but frown.
You asked!
Lately, aside from alerts, the System doesn't give advice—it just teases me like this. I narrowed my eyes, muttering inwardly that I'd discipline that cheeky thing someday, and turned back to savor the coach's mature aura. That's when Baek Geum-hwa flicked my dick with her finger.
"Aren't you gonna tuck this away? Why's it getting hard?"
"You can tell that now?"
"Your philtrum's twitching. Make it go down quick."
At her pointing it out, I quelled my arousal just as the coach, having finished greeting the members, approached us with perfect timing.
"I'm the volleyball coach, Choi Sua. I heard from Brynhildr and Ayoung. You made Ayoung's volleyball shoes..."
"Ah, second-year cadet Kang Han-beom. Feel free to drop the formalities."
"Is that okay? Hmm, I heard you made Ayoung's shoes, and now you're helping with real-match testing, data collection, and adjustments."
"Plus manager duties."
"Manager?"
Coach Choi Sua tilted her head, hand on her cheek. Even as a rising star on the national team reserve list, she was still just a promising amateur—did it make sense for her to have a manager already?
"Well, it's not that unusual. Pro teams often have supporters doubling as managers for health checks and gear maintenance. So who's this one?"
But she quickly recalled similar cases and nodded, turning to Baek Geum-hwa standing blankly beside me.
"Ah, I'm..."
Her last chance to escape! She scrambled for an answer. Fat chance.
"She's my manager."
"Eek...!"
"Manager's manager?"
As I blocked her escape route, the coach tilted her head again. She'd heard of players' managers, but "manager's manager" was a first. Baek Geum-hwa opened her mouth to retort—
"Here's my card."
"Ah... So that's why Ayoung made you her manager! Then 'manager's manager' means...!"
"Technically manager's manager, but she's my bodyguard and secretary."
"Got it! That all makes sense now! Alright, let's head out! Everyone, board the bus!"
The coach bought it instantly from my card and started herding the members aboard. I smirked at Baek Geum-hwa's panicked glare, then sneaked a hand under her skirt while she was distracted, gripping the vibe lodged in her pussy like a handle and yanking her along.
"Heh heh heh, no escaping."
"Let go, you crazy master fuck...!"
Last to board with her, I took a seat across from the coach, glancing up to spot Park Ayoung in the back row, chatting with her teammates about the upcoming match. I wanted to torment her senseless, but as an outsider wedging in to monopolize the club's ace—the academy's prince—it was impossible. Settling for the window seat, I tilted the backrest back and forth repeatedly, eyeing Baek Geum-hwa who watched in fascination.
"What're you doing?"
"First time riding one of these... Never went on school trips like other kids. Rode city buses plenty, but this is my first tour bus."
"Really? Heh heh... Anyway, you pulled some naughty shit earlier...!"
"You crazy... With all these people, hngh...♡"
Seizing the moment as she reclined, I groped her massive tits. The driver was AI anyway. As long as I blocked the coach's view across the aisle with my body, anything short of full sex was fair game.
Reduced to a fish on the cutting board, Baek Geum-hwa gaped in horror as I unbuttoned her blouse but obediently thrust her chest forward. I kept peeking at the coach, engrossed in opponent profiles, and flashed a wicked grin at Baek Geum-hwa, who glared arrogantly despite trembling.
"You ready?"
"...At least I'm not naked."
"Want me to make it so? Sounds good to me."
"I'd fucking kill you...!"
If I hadn't themed her after magical girls. Otherwise, I could've groped her naked Valkyrie Suit(?) body here too. Smacking my lips in regret—
"Oh yeah, you were masturbating in front of the locker room earlier, right?"
"W-what?! No I wasn't!"
"Everything okay?"
Whoops, too loud this time? The coach's gaze snapped our way at Baek Geum-hwa's growl.
"Nothing! My manager says scoot over a bit."
"Really? You're impressive, though. Still a cadet, yet you've set up your own workshop and built a rep in the industry."
"Nah, I'm just a rookie."
"Always churning out lewd gear while pretending to be humble, hiiik...!?"
"Quiet."
I twisted her nipple hard. As if expecting my meanness, she clamped her mouth shut to stifle her moan. Not stopping there, I slipped my hand under her skirt.
"Knew it—you were masturbating. Your pussy's soaked."
"Ah, nyaaah...♡"
Vrrr, vrrrrr~♡
The vibe still viciously vibrating and spinning inside her pussy, tormenting it relentlessly. Long ride ahead, no Ayoung around—chicken instead of pheasant, meat toilet instead of sow—I gently twisted the vibe in her pussy.