Chapter 97
"See? I told you. Who would've thought Park Ayoung herself—the academy's pride, the volleyball club's ace princess who just massively boosted our reputation today—would barge into the men's restroom and strip buck naked?"
Brynhildr just blinks silently at the completely nude Ayoung visible through the door crack, clearly caught off guard.
Right on time. Good girl.
Of course, I was the one who summoned Ayoung here. To indulge her pathetic, groveling pleas for exposure training, and while I was at it, to give Brynhildr—my fellow masochistic female pig with the same kinks—a dose of the same. Right before we parted ways in front of the gymnasium, I'd given Ayoung her orders: hide in the hallway near the student council president's office, then when you see us enter the men's restroom, barge in openly, make your presence known, and strip naked.
Ayoung, buzzing with excitement, had immediately planted a kiss on me, so it took some effort to calm her down like a frisky filly. But judging by Brynhildr's reaction now, I'm damn glad I roped Ayoung into cooperating.
"Buhiit♡ This sense of liberation... it's too good♡ Getting totally naked in an empty school, in the men's restroom no less! Even if someone walked in right now and raped me, I couldn't complain♡ They'd be totally right to call me a perverted exhibitionist and give my pussy a proper dick-education♡"
"H-How... How could Cadet Park Ayoung...?!"
"Oof, that's gotta be a shock."
Brynhildr mutters under her breath, stunned by the sight of Ayoung—who's now stripped off even her panties, stuffing them into her duffel bag on the floor like the rest of her clothes—twisting her body every which way, wafting her pussy scent everywhere.
I play it off like it's my first time seeing this too, gulping dramatically before whispering cautiously in Brynhildr's ear.
"I figured she was too hot-tempered for something this perverted...!"
"I wouldn't know about her temper, but th-this is a problem. A huge problem...!"
"Huh? What's the problem?"
What's the issue if Ayoung's a pervert? I ask genuinely puzzled, and Brynhildr glances at Ayoung—who's now dancing her naked zero-to-hero routine in front of the mirror, squirting pussy juice everywhere—before explaining.
"After the match, the Olympic Committee called. They want to recruit Cadet Park Ayoung and Coach Choi Sua for the national team."
"Ayoung makes sense, but why Coach Choi Sua?"
"They want her as a coach for the national team. Probably for Ayoung's personal training and mental care. She must've gotten the call by now too."
"Ah, yeah, having a familiar face would definitely put her at ease."
They'd mentioned coming to watch our academy vs. Midgal game today. Even I, who knows jack about volleyball, could tell Ayoung was a beast on the court, so it wasn't that surprising. But pulling Coach Choi Sua in as national team coach? That was unexpected.
I nod to myself, and Brynhildr continues.
"That's why it's a problem. Sure, making the national team as a cadet is huge. But that's exactly why she needs to watch her behavior even more. Especially lewd exposure acts like that!"
"...Yeah, fair point."
She's right— as a national athlete and academy cadet, every move Ayoung makes ties straight to Valkyria Academy's honor. No wonder Brynhildr's extra pissed at this sleazy display.
"This won't do. I need to give her a lecture right—"
"Just a reminder: we're not exactly in a different state from Ayoung right now, President."
"Kh...?!"
"If we're talking pure depravity, you're even more of a sleazy slut sow than her right now."
"Th-this is all because of you...♡"
At my casual insult, Brynhildr's massive tits jiggle as she fingers the dog collar around her neck.
I stifle a chuckle at the sight, then yank her leash hard while shoving my fingers back into her pussy, saying:
"Besides, you can't exactly call that bad behavior."
"Ngh♡ Wh-what do you mean?"
"It's just Ayoung's way of relieving stress. You know athletes build up all kinds of tension, right? She's blowing it off like this."
"Th-that's... d-don't lie...♡"
"You say that after seeing this?"
Brynhildr stifles a moan as my fingers stir her pussy, then glances back at Ayoung to verify.
"Fuuuuh♡ Seriously, nothing beats this for stress relief♡ That pressure from the crowd and opponents' stares? Gone. It's so addictive♡"
Perfect timing—Ayoung's stretching languidly, beaming with the world's happiest smile. What was once a shameful kink she hid from everyone is now fully embraced, thanks to meeting a master like me who lets her indulge freely, plus her first taste of exposure training.
I whisper in Brynhildr's ear as she watches Ayoung jiggle her massive tits, claiming the stress melts away and the liberation makes her soak everywhere.
"See? People have different personalities, tastes, and kinks. Some relieve stress through exposure like that."
"...♡"
Brynhildr swallows hard without a word.
Whether she buys it or not doesn't matter. The goal here is to imprint on her that exposure = stress relief, chipping away at her resistance and shame. Planting even a seed of doubt is enough. But maybe because she's the same type of sow as Ayoung...
"No way... She really relieves stress like that..."
"You blow off steam with me through massages and other naughty stuff."
"That's not for stress relief—it's because you have my weakness... No, I can't deny it. Even if you forced me, I can't say I didn't enjoy it."
"Exactly."
I speak to Brynhildr, who's starting to gush even more pussy juice while eyeing Ayoung like she's falling deeper into exposure's allure.
"And honestly, it's not hurting anyone. Sure, getting caught would suck, but it's just her unique way of satisfying her lust."
"But if someone catches her...♡"
She's imagining getting caught exposing herself. What a thoroughly lewd female pig.
Oh yeah? No wonder her face suddenly flushed bright red.
The world's horniest woman, Brynhildr—who's even claimed Ayoung's masochistic exhibitionist kink as her own—lowers her left arm, which she'd subtly raised to cover her chest. She watches shamelessly as Ayoung dances naked, striking vulgar poses that highlight her pussy and tits.
"That's why she does it late at night when no one's around. Honestly, policing someone's private stress relief feels off to me."
"Ngh♡ I suppose... Now that I've experienced it myself, it's not some nonsense. Chasing or controlling secret pervy acts in private does seem weird...♡"
"Right?"
Of course, her right hand—which had been hovering near her pussy like a satellite, ready to cover up just in case—drops too.
"This liberation you only feel exposing your skin...♡"
Brynhildr's body starts trembling faintly. Judging she's losing resistance to exposure bit by bit, replacing it with pleasure, I swirl the fingers in her pussy, grab her massive tits with my leash hand, and say to her as she gazes down at her own nudity, murmuring to herself:
"Yep, you're a total female pig, President. Bet soon you'll be ditching clothes as too bothersome."
"Wh-what nonsense...♡"
Squelch♡ Her pussy's already signaling my fingers that it's no nonsense.
Squelch-squelch-squelch♡
"Dripping like this and denying it? You're soaked because showing off naked here turns you on, right?"
"O-oh god♡ St-stop... so rough♡ We'll get caught♡"
"And why'd you slip into casual speech again? So natural, I almost matched you without noticing."
"Nngh♡ S-sorry♡"
As Brynhildr stops nitpicking Ayoung's behavior—instead embracing it and sinking into exposure's allure—I inwardly cheer. Seizing the moment while she stifles her moans, I signal Ayoung, who's pretending to film herself in the mirror but peeking our way: next phase.
Ayoung, mid-finger-spreading of her pussy for a camera snap, flashes a lewder smile.
"Heehee♡ Love this so much. Before heading home, maybe stroll the campus... but first, gotta piss♡"
"Hah...?"
Piss? Brynhildr shoots me a look like it just hit her—she hasn't peed all day, and we're in a stall.
"Hey, where you going? Don't you dare."
"Pl-please♡"
Brynhildr grabs my wrist to escape, fearing what I'll make her do if she stays. But right then—clunk.
"Hmm, piss here? Nah, ugh... Might as well make it feel even better since I'm here♡"
"!"
Ayoung dives into the nearest stall—right next to ours on the left. Brynhildr freezes, still gripping my wrist, her lips twitching faintly as she peeks through the open door gap.
I slip free, re-finger Brynhildr's pussy, and whisper:
"Why's your pussy dripping?"
"Shh, didn't I say be quiet♡"
"Heh."
Splash♡
Hot liquid soaks my foot. The thrill hits Brynhildr—the dizzying pleasure and taboo rush of exposure, fearing Ayoung might enter our stall and catch her sleazy act. Her pussy climaxes hard.
"Mmm, just pissing feels boring. What to do~"
I stroke Brynhildr's post-orgasm pussy as she gulps watching Ayoung exit the stall.
"You came thinking Ayoung might catch you?"
"N-no, not that... That's not why♡"
"Liar. And warn me when you cum next time? Pussy-spanking punishment later."
"Nooo♡"
Brynhildr shakes her head, face the picture of perfect exhibitionism.
And then:
"Gotta piss at the urinal in the men's room, right♡"
"Ahh♡"
Through the gap, Ayoung stands at the urinal, hand behind her head, thrusting her pussy forward. Perfectly aligned with our stall, she flaunts her plump ass, sideboob spilling from her torso, body shivering.
"Buhiheeeh♡ Pissing... Pissing my brains out naked in the men's restroom, in this sleazy pose, feels so good...♡"
"Hah... hah...♡"
Spiiiish♡
Ayoung's piggy laugh signals the yellow stream gushing from her crotch into the urinal. Brynhildr twists, panting, hand on her own pussy.
"See? Ayoung pissing in the pose I told her to. Nothing weird, right? When she leaves, you do the exact same."
"I-I can't believe it. Exposing skin is one thing, but pissing in that pose for pleasure—"
"Ohiieee♡ Cumming while pissing...♡"
"...!"
The squirting sounds amid her stream? Definitely not imagination.