Chapter 81
Unlike their bold intrusion, the last remnants of the villain gang that had been utterly ravaged were battered by volleyballs until they collapsed with shrill whistles—pee-ee-ee-ek!pee-ee-ee-ee-ek!! After watching the pro Valkyries who arrived on call haul away the captured villains, the gymnasium staff must have figured that was enough. They restored the reinforced glass partition between the stands and the court to its original state.
"Alright, this dodgeball round is being tallied up... Final score... 23 to 16! Valkyria Academy takes the lead!"
"Park Ayoung's one-woman show is truly staggering—no one can predict how far it'll go with that insane performance!"
"Not content with four points right from the start, she racked up eight more against the villains! She hasn't even finished one set and she's already at twelve points alone—pure terrifying firepower!"
"That's basically her declaring, 'Olympics, I'm coming!'"
The commentators, speaking from the massive scoreboard that had been dark until now, showed clips of Ayoung slamming balls into the court and mercilessly hurling volleyballs—far more painful than bowling balls—at the villains' heads. As the screen replayed the Valkyries shredding the villains in this brutal game of death dodgeball, amplified by the announcers' voices, the crowd went wild over Ayoung's nonstop highlights, chanting her name in frenzy.
A chill ran down my spine at the sight, making me shudder in disgust, but while I trembled in horror, Baek Geumhwa was quivering with pleasure. I said to her, "Anyway, shall we get going?"
"Going where? Back to the academy? Yeah, after that chaos, resuming the match seems unlikely."
"What are you talking about? We're going to Ayoung."
"Huh?"
Geumhwa tilted her head. My suggestion to head to Park Ayoung in this situation sounded weird, but she was also eyeing the cleaning carts naturally rolling onto the blood-soaked court with confusion.
And right on cue, an announcement echoed overhead.
"Ladies and gentlemen who visited our gymnasium today, we have an announcement. Starting now, the court will undergo cleaning and maintenance for the next 30 minutes. We apologize to all spectators for the inconvenience..."
"They cause that massive shitshow and still plan to resume the game?"
"That's the thrill of superhuman sports."
Crazy... As I muttered that, the crowd instantly accepted it—"Well, nothing we can do! Might as well hit the bathroom!"—and started going about their business. Geumhwa shuddered in disgust just like me, then jumped up from her seat to follow me into the aisle.
"Seriously, even if my family had been loaded, I never would've joined a sports club with crap like this."
"It's a bit too intense, yeah?"
She glanced back at the stadium visible from the aisle, shaking her head in disbelief, then suddenly asked me out of curiosity, "Okay, volleyball makes sense and all, but what about other ball sports? When villains crash in like that?"
"Hmm, in soccer... it's so popular that even without players stepping up, crowds swarm and beat down the villains. In baseball, pitchers nail 'em with balls, batters smash 'em with bats?"
"...Is that even a sport?"
"Technically? They get salaries from teams and make sports news headlines, so yeah?"
I can still vividly recall pitchers landing perfect headshots on intruding villains with fastballs, and villains trampled by enraged fans. But as we'd just seen in the volleyball court, in this world of superhuman sports, villain invasions are treated like part of the game. Aside from folks like me and Geumhwa, no one seemed to find it odd.
"Anyway, let's head to the locker room first and lay out the sports drinks."
"...And wipe up some blood while we're at it?"
"Scared of blood? The only blood I wanna see is from pussies."
"Filthy master bastard."
We headed straight to the locker room. Upon arrival, we pulled out the sports drinks from the fridge and neatly lined them up on the bench in the center.
"Whoa! Ion drinks!"
"Thanks! I was parched!"
"Ayoung picked a great manager!"
"I'm not the manager, damn it?!"
As we arranged the drinks, the Valkyria Academy volleyball players—drenched in sweat—swarmed the bench with excited voices, grabbing them. I sidled up behind Park Ayoung, who was yelling "Baaack!" at them, flashed a grin, and said, "See? You can't live without me now. This game proved why you need my training."
"D-Don't make me laugh... Even without that, I can handle myself!"
"Really?"
"Eut...♡"
She tried to yell that my "training" was bullshit in exchange for cum, but who're you fooling? "You really think that? Then maybe I should just use these pics as leverage..."
"F-Follow me!"
"Ugh..."
As I leaned in with another smirk, Ayoung averted her eyes and yanked my wrist, dragging me out of the locker room.
The moment we were pulled into the hallway—unsure where she was taking me—"Oh? Where are you two off to?"
"Gotta talk with him, and the bathroom!"
Right then, Choi Sua—the sharp-eyed beauty coach with a mature vibe—was entering with the players. In her suit now, she was a total 180 from the court, where she'd commanded them wide-eyed in her near-bondage Valkyrie suit. Who'd guess they're the same person?
"Um... Han-beom? Something you wanna say to me?"
I cleared my throat softly at Coach Sua, who eyed me curiously. "Ahem, I had no idea you could open your eyes that wide, Coach."
"Oh, y-you saw that? Ah... How embarrassing... I lose control in front of villains..."
"Not the first time. You do it in practice too! Hey, hurry up!"
"Be right back...!"
Ayoung curtly brushed past the blushing, flustered coach and dragged me along. I chuckled at Ayoung's flushed ears as she stormed ahead.
"What're you snickering at?!"
"'Cause you're so cute. So cute."
"Wh-What's cute about it? And don't say it's 'cause your training worked. This is just me paying up on our deal."
We were in an empty hallway now. Buzzing with staff earlier when the players entered, it was deserted post-dodgeball apocalypse—probably all deployed to fix the court. Our footsteps echoed.
No need to hide anymore. As Ayoung released my hand, I shoved her against the wall, yanked up her uniform—revealing her massive volleyball tits with heart-shaped pink nipple patches jiggling free.
"You exhibitionist perv. Offering your anal virginity right here?"
"I-It's urgent! Only 30 minutes! Player bathrooms are swarmed by us and the middles anyway."
"Fair point."
"Wh-What... Ah, what the hell are you—♡"
With my other hand, I yanked down her pants and panties, exposing her black bush matching her hair. Ayoung scanned around with trembling eyes, her breath hot like a molten furnace. She was in heat.
Running the match with a rotor and anal plug, new volleyball shoes' effects, battling villains—it all ignited her body. How could she not be aroused? Especially here, in a hallway where anyone could pass. Naked anal in public? For exhibitionist Ayoung, not creaming would be weirder.
"Haa... D-Don't strip meee...♡"
"Your words and body don't match."
I slowly peeled off her half-stripped uniform. She obediently lifted arms and legs to help, so I patted her sopping pussy and said, "Oh, forgot to mention—my cum's most effective drunk from here."
"Agghut...♡ D-Don't make me laugh... Not there. Won't give that up♡"
"Heh heh... Yeah, figured."
"Ungghuk—♡"
I'll corrupt that pussy soon. Smooch—♡
Without warning, I yanked out the anal plug buried in her ass. Ayoung stuck out her tongue and came instantly.