Chapter 57

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 57

Chapter Title: Student Council President and Chu-Chu

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"Please stamp it."

I pulled out the interest student calendar.

Isabella stamped a whopping three "Good job♡" stamps!

Ooh! Solid rewards!

"Well done, Kim Sanghyeok."

"Feeling okay in there?"

"...It's a bit disgusting, but you handled it cleanly."

It looked pretty gross on the outside, but my ability to get the job done seemed neatly acknowledged.

Isabella even extended her hand to me.

The handshake I'd been hoping for!

"I recognize you as ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a hero. Onahole Man."

"...Is it okay for society to have heroes who catch villains like this?"

Isn't this a bit too extreme?

And super tacky to boot...

"Heroes each have their preferred methods of handling things, and we respect each other. But..."

"...Ugh... For the time being, do it only under my management and supervision."

"...Understood."

It's a provisional license, after all...

Besides, I have no intention of making hero work my profession.

It's only until the interest student process is over.

"Also, I'll clear all your demerit points at the student council president's discretion."

"For real?"

"Your feat of capturing a villain will become known to the world. No point trying to hide it..."

"No, no, no. I was just doing it like a part-time gig and planned to retire."

Isabella let out a slight smile.

It felt like the first time she'd shown me such a pure smile.

She's beautiful...

"That won't go the way you ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠want, Kim Sanghyeok."

"...Should I rethink my hero name while I'm at it?"

"Onahole Man suits you best."

She really seems to love calling me Onahole Man.

"Hee hee..."

Well, if I made Isabella smile, that's an OK from me.

Gurgle.

Right on cue, my stomach growled.

And the sun was setting just in time.

"I promised to buy you dinner. Shall we go for some after-work grub?"

"Yes!"

I turned Kushina Jelly into an onahole and collected her along with the main body into the Onahole Inventory.

Inside the Onahole Inventory, personality wear shouldn't be an issue.

"Impressive. You can store them too?"

"Kushina counts as an onahole."

As I put her into the Onahole Inventory, Kushina's lower half was left floating in midair like her legs were stuck in a wall.

I pressed on her butt and shoved her inside.

"Then for now, I'll hold onto her, call a Correction Bureau staffer via the hero app, hand her over, and claim the reward."

"Got it."

Oh, collection bonuses.

Hero work as a total perv didn't seem half bad.

"So, where are we going?"

"Treat me to some pork belly, President."

"Pork... belly?"

"You've never had it?"

Isabella crossed her arms and nodded.

Anyone living in Korea who's never had pork belly has gotta be a spy, right?

How noble must her diet have been.

"Then let's go eat."

Nod.

Isabella quietly followed me.

It felt surreal that I was leading Isabella around.

Her profile, glimpsed sideways, was like a haughty noble lady. Walking with a girlfriend like this would make any guy's ego skyrocket.

The emperor would have nothing on him.

Right now, I was the hottest guy in the world.

Isabella just had to stand tall by my side to make me feel that way.

Though dragging a girl like that to a pork belly joint felt a bit off.

But hunger was winning out.

I found a pork belly place in the underground mall and went in.

I snuck a glance at Isabella.

By my guess, a heroine of Isabella's type would...

"Dragging me to a filthy pig-stinking dump like this?"

...Totally explode like that, and it wouldn't be weird at all.

But Isabella was more demure than I'd ever seen her.

She looked around awkwardly, like it was her first time in a pork belly joint, brushing her hair behind her ear—then our eyes met.

...Breathtakingly beautiful.

The pork belly joint backdrop clashed completely with her.

She belonged in a five-star hotel lounge, gracefully tilting a wine glass.

Her riding outfit already screamed nobility, but her refined face turned the greasy spot into a concept photoshoot set.

"What'll it be? Aren't you starving?"

"Four servings."

"I don't eat that much."

"You order a bit more than you think here. The meat shrinks when grilled."

"I see... It's my first time, so etiquette's up to you."

Etiquette?

In a pork belly joint?

...Like, self-serve side dishes?

"I'll grill, you just eat tasty."

"..."

Isabella stared intently as the grill plate was set up.

Sizzle. Hiss, hiss, hiss.

I laid the pork belly on first, then snipped it when it seemed right.

When garlic and kimchi hit the pork fat, an insane aroma assaulted my gut.

"Smells good, right."

"..."

Isabella's face was blank.

Well, she did say she'd eat casual food with me off the record...

Does she normally eat stuff so luxurious that pork belly's a joke?

"The done ones are here, eat up. Be right ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠back..."

While I grabbed water and sides from the self-serve,

the president's grilled meat had vanished.

Oh ho?

"..."

Nom nom.

Isabella's cheeks were moving ever so slightly.

"Tasty?"

As expected.

Not even an S-Rank hero can resist fresh-off-the-grill pork belly.

Isabella's cheeks flushed faintly.

"...Mm."

"Try the doenjang jjigae too. And the rice..."

"No carbs... And this meat's too fatty."

"But tasty, right?"

"..."

Isabella took a tiny sip of the cheat-code doenjang jjigae loaded with brisket,

and suddenly her mouth exploded—she started devouring rice and meat like crazy.

She's eating so heartily!

Lemme have some... whoa.

One bite in, and the grill plate's meat had noticeably dwindled.

"Hahu..."

Isabella seemed to love the pork belly.

"Auntie! Five more servings here!"

Flinch.

Isabella's blush deepened.

"Nice grilling. Looks like it takes some skill."

"Yep~ I've grilled a bit. Here, garlic and kimchi too."

"I can't just pig out alone..."

"You're paying anyway, right? I'm eating too. Lots."

"True..."

Glint.

I spotted the beast of appetite lurking in Isabella's blue eyes.

Mid-D cups like that don't come from skipping carbs and fat...

Isabella neatly nom-nommed my grilled meat straight into her mouth.

"Hngm... Hoo... Haa..."

Heh heh.

I'm stuffing the student council president's belly!

The pork belly vanished at terrifying speed—grilling time was all it lasted.

"A wicked taste, like a villain..."

Watching Isabella eat meat was so fun, I kept serving.

"Auntie, keep the meat coming!"

"Lady's got a healthy appetite~!"

"..."

Isabella's ears turned red.

"Gonna step out for some air..."

She tried to stop inhaling pork belly by stepping out briefly, but

returned to see plump golden-brown beauties flaunting themselves—her chopsticks sprang back to life.

"Mmgh... Nom."

"Gotta indulge in fatty meat like this sometimes."

"Mm. Mngh."

Isabella nodded.

"Auntie, two bottles of soju too."

"I don't drink."

"Can't handle it at all? Weaker than you look, President."

"...Not that I can't."

"Come on, bottoms up."

Two bottles became three, four—in a flash.

"Time to head home..."

I supported the wobbling Isabella.

"You okay?"

"Mm... Coin's... here..."

40 coins.

We sure ate a ton together.

"What's your address?"

"Call a driver..."

Isabella unlocked her smartphone pattern, fiddled with her fingers, and called someone.

I sat her on a park bench for a bit.

"Rest here a sec."

"Mm..."

"Why'd you drink past your limit."

"Tasty, more..."

"..."

Isabella leaned her head on my shoulder.

Asleep...?

"Hoo... Hmm... Hehe♡ Onahole Maan♡"

Gah!!

Drunk surprise cuteness...!!

My heart nearly seized—I almost collapsed clutching it.

"Ung? Onahole Maan. So dumb it's funny. Onahole Man♡ Ahhn..."

Isabella giggled like a girl, then slipped back to sleep.

Even asleep, her body was tense.

Probably a punch flying if I groped her chest here.

Can't risk that...

"Lean and rest."

I lent her my shoulder,

"Hngh...!"

The tension in Isabella's body melted away softly.

Onahole Touch on the ever-tense student council president...

Fully relaxed, she parted her legs slightly and leaned comfortably on my shoulder.

Her breathing deepened completely.

Isabella fell into deep sleep.

"Oops."

I carefully removed my jacket and draped it over her so she wouldn't get cold.

"Must've been starving."

After inhaling pork belly like a storm and total satisfaction, she leaned on my shoulder.

I quietly admired Isabella's lovely face.

Beautiful enough to never tire of.

About 30 minutes passed.

Having let Isabella sleep stock-still,

I noticed a woman in a black suit approaching and stood up.

"President. Wake up."

"Ung... Five more minutes..."

Gah!!

Isabella's baby talk...!!

Realizing this wasn't home, her eyes snapped wide.

"...What did I just say?"

"Ah, you didn't say anything."

"..."

"Miss, I'm here to escort you."

"Mm."

Isabella spotted my jacket over her and startled.

"I dozed off, huh... Sorry about that."

"Go home and sleep."

"You? You drank too."

"I can get home alone."

"Get in the car. I'll drop you."

Limousine?

I climbed into the rear seat of a luxury car as long as a bus.

The interior space was insane. Wide enough to stretch out and sleep comfortably.

Hard to believe, but there's a bar table inside. The driver's seat is fully partitioned by a glass divider—invisible.

...I want a car like this.

Perfect for dropping my little sisters at school.

I sank into the first-class flight seat.

The ride was heavenly, but for some reason,

I missed that hard bench where we'd been pressed right up against each other.

"..."

"..."

Our eyes met at an awkward moment.

"...Y-You're a rich girl, huh, President."

"Coins are plenty."

"Thanks, ate my fill."

"Mm. First commoner food, but not bad."

First time hearing "commoner" slapped before food...

"Around you, I keep showing this sloppy side..."

"Right? What if an S-Rank hero passes out drunk?"

"I didn't pass out. I'd have woken if anything funny happened. But midway..."

"..."

Midway...?

Did she notice the Onahole Touch?

Isabella smiled softly.

"Had a good dream."

"..."

Phew...

"Probably thanks to you."

"Huh? What'd I do?"

"I know all about the sketchy stuff you're loaded with."

...Busted.

Lucky Pervert definitely got caught.

"Don't worry. Your secret's safe."

My heart pounded wildly.

Today's Isabella was determined to be adorable.

She'd been so prickly at first...

"So that time... You knew it'd strip, right?"

"Yes..."

"You control it directly? Like that..."

"Not control, just moved within predictable range."

I figured her clothes stripping was the dojang's most common pattern and acted accordingly.

"I see... Hm..."

Ah.

Lucky Pervert's still on!!

"President!"

As I bolted up to warn her, the car lurched hard.

I tumbled backward, and drunk-cute Isabella surrendered to inertia, crashing into my arms.

Smoosh grope♡

True to Lucky Pervert's setup,

I ended up kissing Isabella pinpoint and groping her breasts.

Smooch...

"Mmu... Mm...?"

Drunk Isabella's eyes glazed, slow to grasp what happened.

Meanwhile, smack smack...

I kissed her without thinking...

Isabella's eyes widened bigger and bigger.

'Fuck!!'

Then the intercom buzzed with the driver's voice.

"Miss, sorry. You okay?"

Smack...

Isabella, still lip-locked with me, eyes huge,

slowly... slowly parted her lips.

"...What was that, Rachel?"

"The car bounced hard on a clear road. Suspected external attack. Check it out?"

"No. I just figured out the cause. Keep driving. No big deal."

"...Understood, Miss."

"..."

"Sorry, forgot to turn it off."

"How long were you planning to grope my chest?"

Couldn't let go.

Nipple patches only? The no-bra breasts filled my hand—I gripped instinctively.

Blissful sensation tingled through my palm.

Isabella, still straddling me, carelessly bumped her ass against my dick.

Huh?!

"Getting hard for a non-villain girl like this. You sure you're okay, pro hero Onahole Man?"

"W-Well, guys get hard for pretty girls..."

"That's why I have to manage and supervise you for a while. Can't tell when you'll show your rapist tendencies, hero."

"..."

Squeeze.

Isabella ground her ass in.

Groooan...

"Got it? Hehe... Onahole Man."

"...Yes. I'll accept management and supervision."

Interest student and all. For now...

Don't fight back.

Isabella peeled off me, satisfied.

Phewww...

Dick throbbing hard was trouble.

Thank god the driver didn't see me pop a boner groping Isabella's tits.

Unless via intercom, she doesn't know our situation.

The limo was bus-length, mid-body blocked by ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠glass partition.

I played it cool and got off at my place.

Isabella stayed seated, looking up at me.

"Calling you again tomorrow, Onahole Man."

"Got hooked on it, huh? Calling me Onahole Man."

"..."

The door shut wordlessly.

Infuriating...

Rachel drove off with Miss Isabella.

Hard to believe what just happened.

Isabella leaning on me so affectionately.

Our stuck-up student council prez relationship...

Leaped forward dramatically, right?

'Lucky Pervert, perfect timing...!!'

I clenched my fist tight in the dead of night, trembling with joy.