Chapter 218
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 218
Chapter Title: A World Where Hawa and the Bishoujo President Are Personality Excretion Fans
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Lunchtime.
Today, I was craving warm soup with noodles, so I picked udon.
Hena, who'd come along with me, went for clam bibimbap, while Yuuna chose pork cutlet. She held it in one hand, munching away as she scrolled on her phone.
"Everyone seemed pretty thrown off this morning—their coordinates got all mixed up."
"Does stuff like this happen a lot?"
"Hmm~~ Well, during the gravity wave reinforcement period? Higher ranks mean bigger anomalies."
Yuuna set her phone down and held out her pork cutlet to me.
"Want a bite?"
I take one immediately.
It's moist and warm inside, just like I'd hoped. The minced meat stuffed full and finely chopped onions flood my mouth,
blending rich meaty flavor with the subtle sweetness of onions perfectly.
"Sanghyeok, try this too."
I accept Hena's well-mixed clam bibimbap as well.
The plump clams practically burst every time I chew.
"Mmm."
I nod repeatedly, chewing it all up and swallowing before scooping some of my udon from my bowl and sharing it with them both.
Swapping food around had become our established routine by now.
"Rewards ramp up too, so it's not all bad."
"What went down inside?"
"Ran into Dihirit. Then Goo-nam."
Dungeon rank was probably around A, by my guess.
The Dryad's apostle at the end was A+.
"Hena and I only had C-rank! How tough was it?"
"Piece of cake. Just asked Si-eun to take care of it."
"Hmm. 「Si-eun」?"
Oops.
Yuuna had made it clear she wasn't a fan.
"What, it's fine. We're getting stronger too. Right, Hena?"
"Yeah!"
Here, better not play it ambiguous like she's a villain but actually a good girl or whatever. Best to stay quiet.
Not everyone's gonna love Si-eun just 'cause I'm hanging with her.
No point expecting that.
"If you can help it, rely on your teammates over... villain onaholes."
"......"
Yuuna glanced at me for a second, then brushed it off.
"Oh, today was unavoidable. We all got separated..."
"Nah, Yuuna's got a point."
I grabbed her hand tight.
"If anything happens, you girls are my first call."
"......Yeah. Thanks......"
Yuuna had every right to say it.
Onaholes getting along was ideal. They faced each other and shared the same grind, after all.
Hell, Kusina and Kang Si-eun even shared living quarters in the Onahole Inventory—that personal space for onaholes where their sense of time blurred out.
But girlfriends keeping their distance from the onahole crew and feeling uneasy? Inevitable, I figured.
I was the one who'd drawn that line.
In this utterly vulgar world where every pussy was just a hole to stroke a dick with,
the risk of trying to have a girlfriend was mine to bear.
I wanted to grant their wishes. Make them happy.
And...
What Yuuna wanted was,
「Villain onaholes are fine, but look at me more」...
What kind of boyfriend wouldn't want to fulfill a wish that adorable?
"Done telling your boyfriend everything you wanna say? Hmm?"
"......Ugh, quit teasing."
"Feed me another bite of pork cutlet."
"Ah, aaang."
On the way back to class after eating, I scooped Hena up from behind and waddled along.
Making up for not groping her tits outright by rubbing her belly instead.
"...Aang. Just ate, so my belly's poking out."
"Smooch. Perfectly cute tummy pudge."
Why were girlfriends' tummies so damn fun to poke...
Strategic hotspot you could slide up or down from anytime?
"Hf, hup......"
Her holding her breath to pretend she had no belly fat? Adorably transparent.
"Hey, no breathing means you die~?"
"H...Hng...... Yeah.... Hngh......"
Knead, knead...
I clutch the squirming Hena tight, rubbing her belly over her uniform nonstop.
Even her little resigned sigh was lovable.
"Embarrassing.... Not slim like Yuuna."
"Plump's got that hugging appeal. It's great."
"Really...?"
"That's why I'm glued to you instead of Yuuna."
Slim Yuuna snaps.
"Why not me! I can feel good too, y'know!"
"Bones might clash..."
"It's G-cup! No clashing!"
G-cup?
Weakest in the girlfriend lineup, no?
Having seen Hena's massive K-cups, Yuuna's mouth drops two finger-widths before she huffs and turns away.
"C'mere. Hug for both of ya."
"......"
I pull Yuuna and Hena into a group hug.
Yuuna, nestled against my back in my arms, clings hard to my thick forearm and fiddles endlessly with my hand.
"Arms are total cheats.... What's with the veiny ridges..."
"Dunno."
Honestly had no clue.
Why my forearms stayed constantly pumped.
My body always hummed with that turned-on vibe women dug.
Hena dangled off my arm too, playing with it like crazy.
Academy kids passing in the hall flinched at the sight of me sandwiched between two girls,
then clocked my face and went, 'Ah, Kim Sanghyeok.' Just like that.
"......Saw that look just now?"
"...Yeah."
Yuuna and Hena peek up at me, faces shy.
"Feels like everyone knows we're Kim Sanghyeok's girlfriends now......"
"Why? Can't they?"
"Not that, but.... Ugh....... Lately friends keep asking...? Who's the legal wife......"
"......All legal wives."
I sidestep the answer a bit.
"Student Council President, right? Prettiest by far.... Big tits...... Hips too..."
"Why assume I ignored her personality or career?"
"Those are flawless anyway."
Isabella was surprisingly cute when she leaned on me.
But saying it aloud might make Yuuna sulk hard, so I just grin.
"I don't like the Student Council President much..."
Hena mutters that.
"Why not, Hena?"
"She tried to expel Sanghyeok..."
"......"
Ah, yeah... that happened.
Honestly, she was just doing her job, but I hadn't realized Hena was still holding onto it.
Hena had submitted counter-evidence back then to save my ass.
Maybe there was even deeper resentment lurking.
Even that was endearing.
"I'm good. Got everything squared with the President."
"What exactly did you get from me?"
The club room door swings open. In strides the silver-haired, busty Student Council President!
Yuuna and Hena jump in surprise.
"No answer to my calls, so I came. Figured you'd be here."
"What's going on?"
"Come with me. It's urgent."
"......"
Squeeze.
Yuuna and Hena clamp onto my arms like they don't want me going.
"Sanghyeok still under surveillance by you, President?"
"And you?"
"I-I'm Nakamori Yuuna. Second-year."
"Hena Isis... here."
The President glides right up before us.
Her height's not far off Hena's, but that ramrod-straight posture radiates her signature charisma, cowed into submission on the spot.
Probably not on purpose...
But that icy gaze hits you, and you just shrink naturally...
"This isn't surveillance. It's a special exemption. I'd appreciate no misunderstandings. The Academy already trusts Kim Sanghyeok."
"Then instead of dragging him off like this..."
"Need permission from the girlfriends first?"
"......Ugh..."
Isabella, you tease...
"Kidding."
"Yes!? A-a joke?"
"In the Academy, I'm your senior. But as a girlfriend? Junior."
Yuuna looks floored in all sorts of ways.
From hearing that line just now.
"You two are really going out..."
"Yes."
Isabella admits our relationship flat-out and smiles.
"Heard I'm number seven."
Yuuna sticks out her lip.
"Tch, even snagged a good spot..."
"Looks like you really got under my skin, huh."
"Cuz Isabella's always summoning me out."
Hena, head bowed silent, locks eyes with Isabella.
Those two? Polar opposites in temperament and personality...
"You..."
"...Second-year, Hena Isis."
Isabella extends a hand, like for a shake.
"I know. Sanghyeok's childhood friend?"
"Yes."
"Sorry about back then. Didn't properly hear you out."
"......"
I squeeze Hena's hand to give her courage.
"Hena. Gonna accept the President's apology?"
"...I'll keep an eye."
"So, what's the business today, then."
"Not my business. VVIP called for him."
Hmm?
VVIP summons? The hell for?
"I'll borrow Kim Sanghyeok for a bit."
"......Take him..."
Yuuna lets go of my hand, like handing me over.
"Just hearing the gist and back. Wait in the dorms. Head to class if I'm not."
"Yeah. Gotcha."
Hena nods wordlessly.
"This way."
And just like that, following Isabella,
I head to the third-year zone I'd never set foot in.
How far does this damn campus stretch? Even the palace-rivaling buildings I'd only heard of were clustered here.
"Who's the VVIP who summoned me?"
"You'll know when you see."
Seridwen's a professor at Etsol—no calling her VVIP.
Had I crossed paths with anyone like that...?
The President weaves me through a building crawling with security,
guiding me to what looked like a hotel suite.
First time seeing a room that took up an entire floor...
Ceiling so high it's weird. I gawk around like a total rube when I spot someone on the terrace, waiting for me.
......Pretty.
Elegant celadon-blue hair, and even just her turned silhouette screams beauty at a glance.
Marriage bait on sight.
Her seated posture is pure grace.
Turning this way, those thick brows frame a pure, stunning face— even prettier.
White mini-dress baring her shoulders, hair in a half-updo pinned with a phoenix hairpin.
Age? Early twenties if generous.
I stare at her, eyes unfocused and slack-jawed. She shyly averts her gaze from my blatant stare.
"Your Excellency the President, I've brought student Kim Sanghyeok."
......?
What Excellency?
"Good work. Isabella. Catch you later."
"Yes."
At first, I figured hidden camera.
But Isabella's dead-serious demeanor, the girl answering to President Excellency—I swallow dry.
Too stunned for words. Mouth flapping, eyes blinking, and suddenly we're alone...
No—
Guards by the terrace approach and pat me down.
"Don't. Uncle."
"Standard procedure. Princess."
"......"
'Princess?'
Second blow hits like vertigo.
Who could've guessed that I, isekai'd into this trashy eroge,
would come face-to-face with Korea's female President—calling me Princess of all things...!!
'No, normally in setups like this, heads of state are old news already, right?'
A straight-up President as the heroine?
Onahole Aptitude Analysis
Aaaah! Nooo! Stop it!! En-chan!!!
I squeeze my eyes shut.