Chapter 37

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 37

Chapter Title: 6 Seconds to Humiliating Nursing Play on Isabella's Royal Massive Tits

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"What are you staring at?"

The Student Council President's suspicious glare snapped me back to reality like a bucket of ice water.

"I have a girlfriend, President."

First strike wins!

Hit her with it before she starts doubting me!

"Huh?"

"It's troubling if you tempt me like this."

"Don't say such disgusting things."

Really?

She shows off her breasts so blatantly but thinks it's not 'seduction'?

"Exposing your breasts like that..."

"I have nipple patches on. The important parts are covered, so you can't see them."

"...No... that's not the issue..."

The whole breast is important.

And if we're talking truly vital parts, isn't every inch from Isabella's head to her toes essential?

I'm losing my mind.

"So, what now?"

"We're going to spar."

"......Why?"

"Dragging a D-rank like you to a hero activity site would just get you badly hurt."

......Exactly as I expected.

"Don't worry. If you show some real effort, I might just stamp your form."

"I thought you'd be harsher."

"I won't refuse to stamp it just because I dislike you. Just meet the standards I've set."

"You dislike me, then."

Isabella snorted.

"What, did you think I liked you?"

"I'm not unlikable."

"Don't get cocky."

Rub my face against hers? Yeah, no chance.

The Student Council President heroine has some thick armor.

"When I evaluate someone, I don't look at appearances. I judge by their conduct and the inner self it reveals."

'Inner self, huh...'

Such idealistic words...

"So, how's my inner self?"

"It's changed. Something about you. I used to think you were hopeless and ignore you, but now I see potential for improvement."

"So you're trying to reform me."

"Yes."

To me, it sounded hollow, like words without soul.

If dragging me here because Personality Excretion is dangerous just means building character through exercise and racking up points with volunteer work—basically aimless hero activities...

Can that really change someone?

If I were truly evil at heart, would it have worked on me?

I'm no saint. I can be cowardly when it suits me, and I make plenty of regrets later.

However.

I didn't hate the President's upright attitude.

'What if she were my girlfriend? Would it be a nightmare?'

Might not be so bad, surprisingly.

Someone strict with themselves and others tends to have clear standards.

"First, let's check your skills."

"Yes."

"Come at me."

Oh no. What if I accidentally savor the President's soft skin?

Such thoughts lasted only a moment before my body slammed onto the sturdy wooden floor.

"Guhhh!!"

Can't... breathe!

"Don't whine. Get up."

"Cough, cough..."

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Her technique of injecting a skill into me in one hit. I'm truly impressed, President...

Great growth, but slamming down on my back like that has me gasping for air.

'Right. In this world, weight class doesn't matter...'

Women can be stronger than men just by powering up.

I got aroused imagining tussling with the pretty, pitiful Student Council President.

And got properly schooled...

Time to get serious.

"Haat!"

"Really D-rank? You're better than I thought."

"Whoa!"

The President tossed me without even looking.

'She's insanely strong...'

This is S-rank hero hand-to-hand combat?

"Did you get a chance to level up a lot recently? How?"

"...Bought it from a devil merchant. Got a good opportunity."

"Hm."

Isabella smiled favorably for the first time.

"I like your honesty."

Well, if an academy student who was comprehensively D-rank until a few days ago suddenly said their stats jumped over 50 from leveling...

Anyone would call bullshit.

What's amazing is she saw through everything after just a bit of sparring.

...My skill rank keeps rising from these short lessons.

"Impressed?"

"......Yeah. A bit. Like, do skills come this easily?"

"As if. I'm giving you special lessons."

...Special lessons from the President, just for me.

"I have a girlfriend, President."

"Time to reset that rotten brain of yours."

"Gyaah!"

Spin!

Another refreshing midair twirl before crashing down.

I don't know about ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my hand-to-hand improving, but I've mastered falling in an hour.

Now I can even catch a glimpse of the President's pretty face while airborne.

That's when she taunted me, panting.

"Sun's setting soon, and you've got nothing to show."

"Well... you're too strong, President..."

"Fine if you go home empty-handed, limping away without a single stamp?"

"......No."

Can't have that.

"Looks like you're enjoying school life, making a girlfriend and all. I'd root for you if you weren't the academy's sole stain."

"Sole stain..."

Same words from my first day.

"You serious about this? To erase all those demerits and stay honorably, you need to fight harder!"

Her shout jolted me awake.

She's dead serious?

"It's unfair."

"I'm going easy as it is."

"Not that. I have a girlfriend, you're a woman, and my power's kinda vulgar."

"......Oh? So if you use that vulgar power fully, you can win?"

"No way."

I don't know the President's true potential.

But as an S-rank hero recognized by Seoul City, her full power against villains would surpass any monster I've seen. Untouchable.

"But touching your body? That I can manage... I think."

"Kukuku..."

The President laughed genuinely amused.

She laughed like that when I said I'd scrape by as a D-rank in society.

The mockery of an ignorant fool's stupidity, purely entertaining.

"For real? But don't hold me responsible for what happens here."

"Talk big. Touch me, and I'll give you two stamps."

The President might be right in every scenario.

I don't know Onahole Academy,

but she knows its world better than I do.

But I have one thing to teach this heroine.

Brag about certain victory, and you might get humbled and embarrassed.

Universal truth.

"......"

As expected of Isabella, S-rank hero.

She doesn't know my authorities, but senses something's about to happen from my breathing alone. Animal instinct, sharp as a honed blade.

No normal means can reach her.

"No blaming later, President."

"I won't yield first strike."

Then how about Lucky Pervert?

Forces an erotic event between heroine and me by warping reality. Lucky Pervert.

Humble the overconfident President, earn recognition, get that "good job" stamp.

Three birds, one stone.

But keep reality manipulation intensity minimal.

Max it, and I'd be fucking Isabella right away.

Ironically, here I have to go easy on her.

To end it as a sparring lesson in humbling.

Full power? Instant raw creampie sex with the President. Even if she senses it and flees full speed, useless.

The President holds a flawless stance. Figuring as long as she doesn't falter, whatever I do is fine.

Perception doesn't reveal her weakness. Her form has none. Even if it did, I couldn't exploit it at my level.

'But what I see...'

Red eyes reveal the see-through world: a red skeleton.

Its hands dangle countless threads, webbing the space unnoticed by the President.

......

'One of these threads is sex with the President...?'

Or all of them possibilities for sex?

I focused my mind, seeking the weakest one.

'No rape. No rape...'

Image of lightly humbling Isabella...

Found it. Lucky Pervert's thread!

From the piercing, no—My Dick-Piercing World—I pull that single thread into reality,

surrendering my body to the vision like being sucked in.

One path to "Nursing Play"!

"Haaaat!"

I charged with a shout.

"Mindless charge? No improvement..."

Swish.

The President, who even taught me knots, has her uniform's tie unravel right as I rush in.

Impossible to enter her range normally, but her fluster lets me dive deeper.

Clothes coming loose alone? She'd barely blink.

She's the "nipple patch is enough for training" type!

But don't underestimate Lucky Pervert.

What if the nipple patch falls off too?

Such bullshit luck,

exposing her nipple!

"Hmph!"

2 seconds passed.

Still, Isabella tenses her abs, pulling me in for a shoulder ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠throw.

Me, once tossed like trash, now somewhat matching her thanks to her distraction.

Thanks to the Hand-to-Hand Combat she taught, I sense her haste to throw me quick.

I brace with my weight, dragging her in instead.

Without precise Perception (Red) on her moves, impossible to counter with technique.

Even then, just 0.1 seconds delay.

"Hng!"

She regains balance instantly, slamming me down.

My defeat delayed by 1-2 seconds at best, but...

She mounted me, pinning me confidently.

"My win."

That's her mistake.

In "sparring," mounting doesn't mean instant pummeling.

To get my submission, she pinned my arms and leaned in.

I latched onto her breast with my mouth.

Slurp.

"......!"

Repaying every hit, I suckle her nipple: slurp slurp smack lick lick.

Delicious!

"Lick lick lick...!"

Staring up arrogantly!

See? I win.

Body pinned, arms trapped.

But I'm ravaging her tits freely. Wish I had two mouths.

Crazy tongue-lashing to prevent any "no stamp" denial.

Lick lick lick lick.

Smack. Sluuurp. Smack...

Isabella glared coldly down.

The colder, the fiercer I lick.

Well.

This could happen, right!?

"Think that counts as touching my body?"

"Lick lick lick lick."

"......"

I'm touching! Right now!

Her precious nipple.

Suck for your cockiness! Slurp! Slurp!

"Unbelievable..."

"Admit defeat? Smack... Slurp... Smack..."

"......"

Too absurd to even tell me to stop.

She just pinned my arms, offering her breast.

Ngh, so horny my dick's swelling...

This wasn't the plan?

I imagined her slapping me away like a romcom: "Get lost!" rolling on the floor,

then "Don't accept such offers lightly" as she turns coolly.

But Lucky Pervert's aftermath was quiet; I kept groping intensely.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

Lick lick...

Nothing else to do, so I nurse away...

"...Slurp? President? Smack..."

"Y-You're touching my body, that's true, but."

No way.

Refusing defeat, scrambling for excuses?

I watch while suckling what she'll say.

"Life and death over my body... in this situation, you... so..."

Smack smack.

The President... flustered?

Flustered while I nurse her breast.

Smack smack!

"......So... th-this judgment."

"Denying it looks ugly."

"Not denying. I'm raising a valid objection..."

Touching counts, right?

Didn't expect this, huh.

"How's that even a 'touch' when it's no attack?"

"I could bite down hard."

"I'd punch you first. Try it."

Gnaw gnaw.

Not biting—grazing her nipple with teeth, teasing harder.

Her hips twitched up.

Oh, you like this?

"Th-that's not biting..."

"Mmmph."

Gnaw gnaw~

Firmer tease.

Why attack such pretty tits? Nom nom and love them.

"Can't accept defeat then?"

"I pinned you too fast. Better than this...! That's what matters."

Ah, so.

She pinned first? Nursing came after?

"You couldn't even lift your face. I'd have hit instantly..."

Smack smack while,

listening to her excuses.

"Then we should've set clear rules. Smack smack."

"Before offering my breast... I neutralized you first... my win..."

Smack smack. Lick lick.

Play along more?

"Not over yet?"

"You can't think you can escape?"

If pinned by any fighting girl, I could buck my hips and overpower.

President's weight isn't much compared to mine.

But I feel it. Pinned inescapably tight.

How about this?

As I gape wide, teeth bared like to bite her nipple,

she pins my head lightly with one arm.

Her freed hand grabs her waist.

"What now? Gonna massage my waist? If you want your head crushed, go ahead."

No need.

Thumb presses her belly hard, clicking her womb.

Like flipping a switch.

"Hyung?!"

The President, pinning me fiercely, let out a cute, lewd cry I'd never heard and collapsed atop me.