Chapter 71

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 71

Chapter Title: The Silver-Haired Busty Student Council President Nurses Me with Her Bitch-in-Heat Scent

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"Ughhh! Lunchtime's already over."

Yuuna stretched languidly after emerging from the dungeon.

"Hena, let's hit the showers before afternoon classes start."

"Sure."

Kushina had already crawled into her onaben.

"What about Sanghyeok?"

"Me...?"

"Guess I gotta go. To the president's side."

"Lucky. You get summoned by Sanghyeok anytime."

"What would you even do if you had that privilege?"

"Well, that's..."

...

Yuuna's pretty lips were tempting me for another kiss.

But I had to hold back inside the academy. Yeah.

"...Honey. Give me your hand."

"...My hand?"

Mwah.

Yuuna secretly kissed my palm.

"Hang in there. No matter what the president says, don't let it get to you."

The onahole stat for boosting a man's spirits flashed through my mind.

So that's what it meant.

It felt different from Serena's morning greeting.

"Sanghyeok..."

"Yeah?"

Hena hesitated like she had something to say, then handed me an item.

"Use it whenever you want... You know...?"

"...Yeah, I know."

This one's from that super-perverted body that drains a man's energy...

...I love them both.

The president was already at the dojo.

Her silver hair was tied up, and her breasts were still half-exposed relying on nipple patches—a bold look.

But she stood tall, as if she didn't find it the least bit slutty.

"Right on time."

"I ran here the second I saw your message."

"Change and come out."

Today's locker had an onahole I'd never seen before.

I was a little shocked at myself for not even flinching when one suddenly appeared in my daily life.

I picked up the onahole.

On top was a pink letter.

「To Onahole Collector Kim Sanghyeok」

「I'm a fan. I mustered up the courage to buy this onahole. Please accept it.」

"..."

Fan...

I'll gratefully accept the tribute, but this is a bit...

When I came back out changed, Isabella gave me a weird look.

"Why the face?"

"There was an onahole in my locker."

"Pfft!"

...

Isabella, you totally cracked up, right?

You're turning your head and covering your face to hide it!

You laughed at the fact that an onahole appeared in my locker?

"That funny, President?"

I chased after her as she twisted and turned to hide her laughter, spinning in circles with her.

"The Hero Onahole Man getting onahole fan mail—hilarious, huh, President?!"

"P-Pff... Huhuh..."

"Why not just laugh it out? 'Onahole tributes fit the Onahole Man perfectly!' "

"Heh heh heh..."

Sheesh.

Still, seeing Isabella laugh made me feel good too.

"Today's me is gonna be different, President."

"First, something I want to check."

"Yes?"

"Did I say or do anything weird yesterday...?"

...「Onahole Main♡」

It ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠came back to me.

I never imagined Isabella could act cute in such an adorable voice...

And that wasn't all.

Her grinding her ass against me in the limo,

Her saying I was a rapist-hero who needed managing—that heavy stuff.

I remembered everything.

Isabella probably remembered too; she hadn't drunk enough to black out.

"I put you through an unpleasant experience. Sorry."

"Pardon?"

"I'm your superior, and I got drunk and sexually harassed you... I'm reflecting on it."

"Wasn't unpleasant."

I stated my honest feelings.

We both liked each other when our bodies touched.

You think I'd call it unpleasant now?

"Then... good."

'Maybe it's time to bring up Kushina.'

"President, I have something to say too."

"What?"

"What happens if we don't send the villain we caught yesterday to Corrections HQ?"

"Corrections would investigate."

"..."

Kushina. Sorry.

I can't keep you and shatter our family's peace...

"Protecting a villain or providing shelter gets you life or at least 8 years."

"Haha."

"In a bind?"

Isabella stared up at me intently.

"Kinda..."

"Reluctant to return the personality jelly? Happens."

"...Pardon?"

Eh?

From her perspective, that makes sense...

"Mixing with someone heartless... must be painful."

"..."

Never thought of it that way.

I've already had fun sex returning jellies...

My gut twisted.

Not her intent, probably,

But it felt like a sharp whip at my growing vulgarity.

"You wanted perfect closure. Sorry."

"It's fine. I've sent more villains to hospitals than Corrections."

"..."

Chilling words.

"Instead, recover the villain's masterpiece... Kushina's bikini. Send that in."

"That was the main thing?"

"Likely enhanced with black-market monster ore. Most villain gear is. Recover it, and if the villain doesn't resurface, it's your merit."

"..."

This society doesn't mess around with real villains.

So I could keep Kushina?

"Odd coming from the Corrections Chief, but some can't be reformed."

"Was Kushina one?"

"Dunno. But after a year of re-education, I felt she'd go villain again."

"Why?"

"Felt like she wanted someone to punish her after driving herself to ruin."

Really?

Can't read Kushina's deepest thoughts.

But her smile in the dungeon...

Maybe what she needed was friends and comrades, even with her exhibitionist talent.

...Pretty words ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠aside,

I ended her with rape and took the owner spot.

Guess I gotta take responsibility.

For now...

Bikini confiscated.

"Living powerless as your body crumbles—fitting end for a villain."

"Then I'll keep Kushina. Onahole collector curiosity, y'know..."

I'm already using her like a personal weapon,

So lay the groundwork for excuses later.

"Got it. Anything else?"

"Nah. Lots of stamps today, please."

"Won't be easy."

"I-I'm different today!"

The president hurled me immediately.

"Urk!"

I rolled pathetically on the floor.

Too surprised for a proper landing.

"..."

"You really improved. Reacting to that."

"Not sarcasm... right?"

"No. Genuinely surprised. When did your stats rise like that?"

"Dealt with a devil merchant... negotiated..."

Oof...

That spot from today's dungeon hurts bad.

Dizzy...

"Kim Sanghyeok? Kim Sanghyeok!"

She poked my injury again, and I blacked out.

I woke in the infirmary.

The familiar disinfectant smell tickled my nose.

"...Ugh..."

"Why didn't you say you were hurt?"

"...Thought it was fine..."

Come to think of it...

Worse injuries got healed by the otherworld saintess with a pout, so I got lax.

She must be busy with kids; no heal this time.

"...Haa."

The student council president sat by my bed, sighing in relief.

...Isabella was worried about me.

Felt like a lot had changed.

"Sorry for worrying you..."

"..."

"No training today. Rest."

"What about activities? Need stamps..."

"I said rest. Now?"

"Y-Yes..."

Isabella guarded my bed.

...A weird feeling.

"Taken necessary measures. IV and a few hours rest, you'll be good."

Ugh.

No wonder my wrist felt off—an IV needle.

Felt restricted instantly.

"I'll count it as class time. Don't worry."

"Taking such good care..."

Special student perks?

Or does Isabella like me too?

Our eyes met briefly, but her lake-blue gaze revealed nothing.

"You're not the academy's disgrace... old Kim Sanghyeok anymore."

"Justice's Hero Onahole Man now."

"Also a squad member who hit top ten in second-years this week."

"Oh, you saw?"

"Yeah. You worked hard."

Just special student interest?

We ate and drank together...

Progress stalled beyond that felt off.

'Test the waters?'

"Water, please, President."

"No legs?"

"Still kinda dizzy..."

Isabella sighed deeply and got me water.

"Drink."

"Gulp gulp..."

Ah, nice.

President doting on me like this.

"Thanks."

"Now lie down and sleep."

Isabella shrugged off her jacket and sat.

Whoa...

Her riding outfit... underarm side's open?

Seeing her exposed sideboob made my dick throb hard.

No, it was already half-hard.

I eyed her cool side profile as she read.

Beautiful.

Fighter mode: cool and pretty.

Straight hair flowing, noble aura now: perfect.

"What now?"

Our eyes met; she noticed my gaze.

Her furrowed brows were a sight too.

"Gotta pee."

"Go."

"Help me up."

"...A baby?"

"Ow, the spot you threw me hurts..."

Isabella slammed her book shut irritably and helped me up.

Ooh...

Breasts brushing... nice...

"Surely you can piss alone."

"If I say no?"

"I'll snap your spine clean so you need my help."

"..."

Guess I can piss alone.

She helped me back after washing up.

Lying down...

Her scent near the president was driving me crazy.

"You smell like flowers."

"No flowers in the infirmary."

"...From you, Isabella."

"..."

Flich!

Isabella shoved away from me.

"Don't sniff."

"...Smells good. Perfume?"

Isabella didn't answer.

Better stop teasing. Push more and it's trouble.

'Yawn.'

Closed my eyes briefly.

Dozed off and woke...

My dick was rock-hard uncontrollably.

'...Why?'

No reason, full erection.

Sharing space with Isabella was erection minefield anyway.

Body acting without my say felt embarrassing.

"What're you doing?"

"...Physiological response."

For a sec, I fantasized.

Isabella handjob fantasy.

「I'll jerk you off, so stay still. Necessary to extract your rapist-hero cum.」

「Hmph. This hard... My bitch scent that good? Answer.」

Ooh...

Suits her!!

"Ridiculous. Erect every 8 minutes while sleeping."

"Healthy, right?"

"Male bodies as inefficient as female."

"You watched the whole time? Timing it?"

"..."

Isabella flinched.

"Curious about male bodies?"

"That's sexual harassment."

"..."

She was staring at my erection!

But 「Handjob please」 crosses the line.

"Did good, wanted stamps. Shame."

"No stamps for a guy lying hard."

"..."

Hot.

Why does it feel slutty even if she doesn't mean it?

"So healthy for no reason—you can go."

"Urk! Shoulder!"

"Back injury. I'll drill you proper tomorrow. Prepare."

"..."

"Answer?"

"Yes!"

The president straightened, grabbed her folded jacket, and put it on.

"Next time I call, no injuries."

"Yes."

Isabella left the infirmary.

Relaxed, I fiddled with my smartphone while finishing the IV, bored.

'Oh right.'

Made money.

Send to little sis. Not forgetting this time.

'Who's handling money? Anyway?'

Serena?

But give via Stella.

To show off.

She'll freak, right?