Chapter 97
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 97
Chapter Title: 9.7 The Third Thing This Morning: Student Council President and Guard Captain
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I plopped down arrogantly on the sofa, deciding to savor the two of them putting on a strip show.
A live strip show from the Student Council President and the Guard Captain.
This was a chance that wouldn't come around often. It would be rude not to watch.
I widened my eyes and watched the scene intently.
They each took off their blouses, then their skirts.
With no one to stop them, the two were down to their underwear in no time.
The president wore fancy black silk lingerie with intricate patterns.
And Sino-sino had on a plain sports bra and white panties.
"Uh..."
"Kuh..."
But for some reason, after shedding their outer clothes, the two hesitated awkwardly and stopped.
Were they getting cold feet about actually baring it all in front of me?
Come on, hurry up and strip. I'll watch every last bit.
"What should I do? I'm too embarrassed to actually take them off... Naibusu's eyes are so intimidating..."
As expected, the president had frozen up from embarrassment.
She must have found it harder to keep going with me staring so blatantly.
If I'd looked away, she might've gotten bold and actually stripped.
"N-no need to hesitate. A body like this has no meaning anyway... But to have to show it to that guy of all people..."
For Sino-sino, it wasn't so much embarrassment as her last shred of pride holding her back. She gritted her teeth and glared at me.
Why? I wasn't even the one who told her to strip.
Did it wound her pride to show her 'womanly' side in front of me?
Her self-esteem might've hit rock bottom, but her pride was still intact. Admirable, really.
I stood up from my seat and slowly walked toward the two of them.
"Guhehe. What's wrong, President? Getting shy now that it's time to really strip?"
"You..."
"Mhehehe. Sino-sino, does it hurt your pride? Showing your naked body to a guy you hate?"
"You bastard..."
I grinned slyly as I slipped between them, throwing an arm around each of their shoulders.
"Eek?!"
"Ugh!"
The two jolted in surprise as my hands touched their bare shoulders.
"What's wrong with you two? Hm?"
I kept grinning slyly, stroking from their shoulders down to their elbows teasingly.
"Weren't you the ones begging me to 'scar' you, President?"
"Ugh..."
The president's body was so delicate, like melting snowflakes—it felt like she might dissolve if I gripped too hard, so I held back.
"Weren't you the one telling me to 'defile' your body, Sino-sino?"
"Kuh..."
Sino's skin was smooth, but I could feel toned muscle beneath.
Hm. Nice. Compared to the president, it was easier to touch without worry.
The two just froze rigid, trembling as I stroked their arms.
I leered and said,
"Hm? What's the matter, I asked?"
Then, with the arms around their shoulders, I grabbed their breasts firmly.
"Eek?!"
"Kuh!?"
Ooh. Impressive.
The president's soft, perfectly handful-sized breasts.
And Sino-sino's, which felt way heavier and fuller than they looked under her clothes.
Flowers in both hands? Nah, boobs in both hands.
Wheeyoo-! Student Council President and Guard Captain's tits GET-!
—Just kidding.
I released their breasts and let go of their shoulders.
"No need to be so stiff about it—we're past the point of pretending, right?"
Then I sauntered back to the sofa like nothing happened and sat down.
The two had been tensed up, expecting the ero event to escalate.
But when I backed off without doing anything, they stared at me in bewilderment.
"If the president had just ordered it, or if Sino-sino had asked nicely, I would've done it without a second thought."
To lighten the tense mood, I flashed a bright smile and continued,
"But since you let me cop a feel of your tits, I'll work three times harder in return."
Heh heh. That oughta teach them to fear men a little.
If they were gonna shake like that, they shouldn't have started stripping in the first place.
Still, they'd learned their lesson now, and I'd gotten a tit grab. Win-win, right?
Heh heh. No washing my hands today.
"Naibusu..."
"You..."
Unlike my perfectly reasonable inner monologue,
the mood from the two of them felt off somehow.
"Even Naibusu treats me like a kid! I can't forgive that!"
"A woman like me isn't even worth defiling? I won't forgive you!"
Huh? Why are they pissed?!
Shouldn't this be the part where they shed tears and we bond as friends?!
The president and Sino-sino closed in with fierce glares.
Now it was my turn to tense up.
"Naibusu. So you've always looked down on me like that, huh."
"N-no way!"
"Strutting around just 'cause you've got some experience under your belt."
"Huh?"
The two flanked the sofa, blocking any escape.
Felt like getting shaken down by a couple of delinquent girls.
"Naibusu, what's this?"
The president grabbed at my waist.
Her finger pointed at the bulge sticking out below.
"Well, that's..."
Two lingerie-clad beauties right in front of me, and I'd even groped their tits.
Any healthy guy would be pitching a tent.
"Naibusu, don't show the president something so filthy."
Filthy? You and the president popped out of the same kind of 'filthy' thanks to your dads.
"You get hard like that and think you can just play it cool?"
With that, the president started undoing my belt.
"Wait, hold on—"
As I tried to stop her, Sino grabbed the president's hand first.
"President, stop."
Yes! Stop her, quick.
The president wasn't thinking straight right now.
"No need to dirty your hands, President. I'll handle it."
"Hey! You're supposed to be stopping her!"
I couldn't help yelling.
Not you too, Sino-sino...!
And as I reached to grab Sino's hand, the president seized mine first.
"Just accept your fate quietly, Naibusu."
"Kuh."
The president smirked like she was enjoying this.
Her emotions flowed into me through her hand gripping mine.
It was like a child, bound by her parents her whole life, finally playing freely with her first real friend—simple, but special to her.
Her hand holding mine was undeniably fragile.
But I couldn't bring myself to shake it off.
While the president held my hand, Sino-sino pulled down my pants.
"Hmph, as if there's anything to see..."
Pants and underwear yanked down together—my dick sprang up with a thwack! like it was making a sound effect.
Sino, who'd been sneering while pulling them down, took it right to the chin.
"..."
"..."
The two fell speechless.
Acting cocky while stripping me was fine, but confronted with the real thing, they were overwhelmed by its majesty.
"Jeez. You've seen it now, so let go."
They hesitated when stripping themselves, and now they bite off more than they can chew on impulse. Go figure.
"...Heh."
As expected of someone with experience.
The president was the first to regain her composure.
"Sino, it's your first time seeing one, right? A man's penis."
"N-no, not really, I mean..."
The president was trying to play the mature adult.
And Sino-sino was lying out of embarrassment at being treated like a virgin.
But her face was beet red, eyes darting everywhere.
Peak newbie reaction.
"I saw it when I bathed with Dad as a kid... but it's nothing like I remember."
Of course it isn't! Bathing with your daughter while hard would be a crime!
"Hehe, no need to be shy, Sino. Everyone's gotta see their first."
"Uwot?!"
The president smiled leisurely as she grasped the base of my dick.
Her soft, squishy hand—probably never held anything heavier than a pen.
"This is what makes men happy."
"Ooooh..."
She started stroking up and down.
Like an experienced mentor demonstrating for Sino-sino.
Fine by me... but is this okay?
Sino-sino wouldn't suddenly pull a knife and chop it off, right?
Ugh. Just imagining it sends chills down my spine.
"I-I know that much. And it's dirty, so don't touch it, President."
"Uwot."
This time, Sino-sino grabbed the upper half.
Unlike the president's pillowy palm, her hand felt a bit rough and firm.
"Ugh, Sino, you..."
"Hmph, call it rough all you want. No need to be embarrassed by these hands."
She was right. These were the hands of someone who worked hard.
Calluses on her palms and knuckles, unladylike from swinging a sword until blisters burst.
I could picture Sino-sino training relentlessly.
I see. So these are Sino-sino's hands.
And now they're stroking my dick. Quite moving, really.
I leered and asked,
"Sino-sino. How's it feel holding my dick instead of a sword?"
"Hmph. Nothing special. For the president, dirtying my hands is no big deal."
"Ugh."
Sino mimicked the president, moving her hand too.
It had a different appeal from the president's pure softness. The hard calluses scraping the glans' edge sent tingles of pleasure each time.
So this was what she meant by dirtying her hands?
It was dirtying them, sure, but...
Sino on the head and shaft top, president from mid-shaft to base.
Two beauties—the envy of every student at the academy, regardless of gender—were double-teaming my dick.
Is this really reality?