Chapter 110

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 110

Chapter Title: A Bountiful Harem

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Isolde, pleasantly buzzed, was strolling down the inn's corridor.

The smartphone clutched in her hand buzzed. Buzzed.

Even with the stream off, fervent chats from viewers begging her to go live scrolled endlessly.

'Haa. What a pain.'

Isolde was human too, so the thought crossed her mind, but...

With her ability 「NTR Streamer」, she had no choice.

Even those hopeless perverts were her viewers first and foremost, and she held genuine affection for them.

'I'm the angel of NTR, after all.'

Confirming the corridor was empty, Isolde cautiously flipped the stream on.

"Sol-ha!"

"Your idol... hic... Sol here."

"A~ long story. This is the neutral zone. Crashing here tonight, missions start tomorrow..."

"What're you idiots saying! You think I'm some beast banging everywhere?"

On the first day, she'd really thought of them as hopeless perverts who spewed things at active academy girls they couldn't say to in person.

But now, Sol had grown attached to her fandom, the PingSol Squad.

Her anger wasn't genuine—it was their special way of bonding and chatting.

"Hmm... out getting some air? How about today's content: hunting down Sanghyeok sunbae?"

"What do you mean, what..."

Sol glanced around furtively and whispered into her phone.

"Gonna get devoured♡"

Pew pew pew!!

"Ah~ Thanks for the 50-coin donation from 'Sol's Hymen,' donor. Nickname's annoying—change it~."

"What nonsense. Haa, seriously... I told you, only girls here."

"Well... sunbae's basically the inn lord or whatever... only girls around, except him."

"Sanghyeok sunbae deserves it. Girls swarming 'cause they know he's prime honey already."

"Not dumped, okay? Haa, sunbae's got so many girls, I'm just in line."

"「I'll be Sol's man」... Aww~ Sanghyeok sunbae's ten thousand times better~ I'd wait a century~"

Pfft...

As Sol bantered with viewers and wandered a bit,

Bridget and Cybele slipped past in the corridor.

"Ah! Bridget, Cybele!"

"Isolde. Hello."

"Hey. Isolde."

"See~? Tons of pretty girls, right? No boys."

"What, you think sunbae's hitting on everyone."

"Isolde. You seen Hilaria by any chance?"

"Huh? Hilaria? Nope."

"Got it."

Even after parting with them, Isolde kept filming her inn vlog for a while.

While greeting the girl students she bumped into in the halls.

She ran into Serena—and the chat exploded!

(For reference, Serena was treated like an untouchable goddess on Sol's streams.)

"Huh? On stream?"

"Serena's pretty face is getting filmed."

"Oh geez... Hi, everyone. Oppa here's freeloading off Sol."

"...Gonna kill the stream?"

"Sol. You seen oppa? Haven't spotted him since dinner."

"Huh? Nah, me neither. Maybe at the onsen?"

"Maybe...? Paths crossed...? Ah, everyone. Gotta go. Good night."

"Serena's pretty, I'll give ya that. But too much?!"

"I'm not slacking in the looks department either."

"Sol's gonna pout..."

"...What era do you think this is for pranks?"

Isolde, already passing the hallway floorboards, figured viewers were messing around mid-stream... but.

A sound came from the main hall—she whipped around.

There was a peculiar silhouette.

Long, pale legs... s...tretched out.

Shaking. Shaking.

"...Huh...?"

To capture the scene better, Sol swiveled the camera.

"Nng... nngooooh♡"

"...!"

Isolde hurriedly muted her mic and hammered the chat.

The reason Isolde killed the stream?

She'd instantly clocked what was going down in the main hall.

'Oh... my... god...'

Gulp.

Sol was awestruck. From her vantage, massive Hilaria was

pinned by Kim Sanghyeok, helpless as he ravaged her.

Obviously consensual, but...

The fluid control of Hilaria's hefty ass through that sequence of moves was so rock-solid,

she found herself admiring the sheer perversion of the sex.

'Kept flirting hard... Hilaria...'

Clearly getting her pussy absolutely wrecked by sunbae.

Sanghyeok pounded relentlessly into the climax-surrendering Hilaria, driving her insane.

Kyung, kyung...♡

Just watching made Sol's womb tingle fiercely.

'That sensation... I know it well...'

Isolde was Hilaria's sex senior.

By a day, sure.

But she knew damn well the feel of a senior dick sliding into her pussy.

Breath catching, blood surging through every inch of her body.

Blood rushing to the core—no big difference between girls or guys.

Circulation gets you soaked right, lets you clench every muscle tight and slick.

If the girl's not primed, pussy muscles flop useless—pure pain for both...

But when both are 100% fired up?

Raw animal rutting amps the ecstasy higher with every thrust.

"Passing out already? Hena holds up better than you."

"H-Higuk... mercy... O... ook...!! Already... six times..."

"One more! Hang on tight!"

"H-Hiyang...!! S-Sunbae... sunbaeee...!"

'...Intenser than when it's me.'

Seeing usually stoic Hilaria mewling like a kitten—first time ever.

Hilaria had serious charisma among first-years, an intimidating presence.

Middle-school bouldering world champ with freakish strength beyond her peers—guys didn't dare approach.

And yet that Hilaria

was submitting to a man so utterly it felt downright refreshing.

Even Sol, spying from afar, got that fizzy thrill of poetic justice—Hilaria's thrashing reunion with her match was oddly touching.

'Sanghyeok sunbae... no way...'

Then Isolde realized something utterly shameless.

'Raw sex!?')

No-condom pounding...!?

Said make a baby—and meant it?

'Still academy kids. Us...'

First-years, no less.

Elite prospect Hilaria doing breeding sex with a guy...

Way too risky, right? Yet Isolde's womb throbbed hard.

Thinking guys alone lose it over seeding? Big mistake.

For a girl at peak baby-making prime,

taking a superior stud's load is instinct-tickling temptation on imagination alone.

"Hngng... ngat... sunbae cock good... sunbae cock so hard...!!"

"Creampie that pussy again...!!"

"Cream my pussy♡ Cream it deep please♡"

'Y-You're such a slut...'

Isolde clapped a hand over her mouth.

Couldn't tear her eyes from the trashy spectacle.

Sanghyeok shook his hips with wild power, breaking Hilaria utterly, onlookers be damned.

"Hiuuk... hat... hiiik...!"

Meanwhile, Hilaria.

Her first raw pervert fuck ever—she ramped her pussy squeeze even mid-creampie.

'Me... folding at this level...'

「This level」 of physical grind.

Compared to her daily training? Child's play.

But gulping down thick cock batter in her babymaker—why was it shredding her breath? Hilaria had no clue.

Eyes rolled back, hik hik, pussy clamped vise-tight—brain offline.

The bouldering champ who'd topped every nightmare climb couldn't summit Sanghyeok's body.

Taking bubbly creampies,

she couldn't think past squeezing tight for 「Dick-nim's」 bliss.

'Happy...'

But blanking out to clench like mad? Way happier than she'd dreamed.

Just living her creed—「Babies now or never」—acting real.

Honestly, motherhood hadn't sunk in yet.

First sex hit Hilaria like a revelation—in the best way.

'All my brutal training, dungeon plunges, career grind...'

She'd thought it the world's top prize.

But stuffed full of creampie, Hilaria bent her convictions.

'This... this is it...'

"O... ohoot...♡"

Squeeze. Squeeze.

Hilla unlocked the truth handed down from ancestors millennia back.

'Women live for this♡'

Societal D-rank meant 'inferior genes' stamped on him.

But exchange event? Every girl confirmed Kim Sanghyeok's 'superior stock'.

And Hilaria figured she sniffed it first.

The bliss of seeding by that alpha male.

The joy of lifelong submission to him.

Babymaker bloated with cock cream, that's what filled her thoughts.

"You good?"

Sanghyeok tended her newborn-defenseless sprawl.

Hilaria had never felt so exposed.

"Can block if you want..."

"Fancy a sweat?"

"D-Do whatever."

Tough-girl act, but her iron legs quivered from the raw-pounding aftershocks.

'Can't even stand straight...?'

Pussy orgasms too divine—Hilaria wobbled.

Sanghyeok looped an arm 'round her waist, steadying.

Instant his thick arm scooped under—vertigo bliss.

'Aang... turning total girlie...♡♡'

"Lean on me."

"......"

Normally? 'The hell? Hands off.' But

she nestled meekly in his hold, walking.

That waist arm? Felt like ironclad claim: 「Mine.」

"Slow steps. Got too rough?"

"Woulda been fine rougher...?"

"Tough-guy routine."

"T-Tough routine...?!"

Squeeze.

Waist-locked arm had her heart hammering—couldn't snap back hard like usual.

'I'm... his girl now...'

Suddenly doing stuff she'd never vibe with.

Thighs pinched prim, lips sealed demure.

Behaviors she'd pegged as un-Hilaria.

"Oh. It's Sol."

Isolde.

Missed her escape window, oblivious to Sanghyeok approaching—caught dead to rights peeping.

"Sanghyeok sunbae?!"

Hilla felt his warmth pull away, hand shooting out instinctively.

Sanghyeok ditched Hilla no hesitation, bear-hugged Isolde tight.

'Isolde...!!'

Hilla clocked her instant spike of rivalry toward a fellow first-year—swallowed hard.

Oblivious to Hilaria's turmoil, Sanghyeok squeezed Sol.

"~~Mmm~~ Smells nice."

"...S-Sanghyeok sunbae... Hilaria's... right there..."

"You saw us too."

"......"

Sol, busted flat-out.

"Streaming? Onsen content vibe?"

"They'll eat it up, yeah."

"Hilla, tag along."

Jealousy-flaming Hilaria—Sanghyeok clasped her hand, tugged her in.

'Ah.'

Melted so fast her prior rage-self made zero sense.

"Hilaria. My fifth girlfriend."

"Sunbae's dropping pretenses."

"Real harem needs double digits."

"What're you aiming for!?"

'Ngh. If only Kim Sanghyeok were mine alone.'

Hilaria squirmed antsy.

Craved even a sliver of his focus. Like just now.

Hilla mashed her tits flush, locked arms. Lifelong first, but instinct screamed:

How to snag a male's gaze.

How to hijack her man's stare.

"Hilla...?"

"C'mon. Sunbae."

"......"

Isolde eyed it all silent—then seized his free arm, jammed her rack in.

Like declaring: 「I'm sunbae, Hilaria.」

Sanghyeok, sandwiched between the girls, flashed a sheepish grin and started walking.

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