"…I'll tell you, this kind of thing happens once in a thousand times, if that."
"I'm fortunate to be here for that one time in a thousand."
"Don't get cocky."
*Sigh*, she should just honestly say thank you…
"I was just nervous because it was my first time in a C-class dungeon."
"What?"
I was petrified by the shocking information.
On a dark night, the voice raises when you don't know where the zombies might be listening.
"Why didn't you tell me it was your first time?"
"Because you didn't ask."
"When I asked if I could handle B-class…!"
"Well, since I'm A-class, I should be able to handle B-class too, right?"
…Cough.
No wonder she seemed so unprepared, this girl…
"Do you have a Hunter license?"
"I don't have one."
Oh my god.
I realized a significant fact. Yuuna is a B-class professional hunter, but Stella's rank isn't certified by the Hunter Association.
It's just a comprehensive evaluation rank from the academy.
"Show me the status window."
"Why should I? This is an invasion of privacy."
"Hurry up."
I checked Stella's stats.
Strength『5』
Agility『14』
Stamina『6』
Skill『35』
(Hidden) Magic『255』
Good heavens…
I hadn't noticed because my own stats increased evenly as I leveled up, but Stella seemed to have focused solely on magic, resulting in a lopsided distribution.
Was the reason she got caught by me at home and couldn't resist simply because she was physically weak?
Not due to carelessness?
"What. Are you dissatisfied?"
"…You can't play RPG games, can you?"
"Why are you asking that all of a sudden? …Aren't games just a waste of life for fools? What does it have to do with me?"
Stella lacks finesse. She's even narrow-minded.
Always playing solo, she probably didn't know what her weaknesses were.
In dungeons swarming with goblins, if you crush them with overwhelming firepower, you can shorten the dungeon-clearing time…
Perhaps it's a sound strategy, as she could run D-class dungeons several times in the time it takes others to do one run, reaping substantial benefits.
"Didn't you consider it might be perilous if you were ensnared in a trap like this, or if an adversary were to suddenly approach you?"
"If dealt with beforehand, that would be sufficient."
"In that manner…"
"Ah, don't nag me! Why are you suddenly meddling in my life?"
Ugh, I crave a honey bomb…
"I've managed just fine like this until now! At this point… don't act like you're my brother!"
"…Really? What if I leave you here?"
"…"
"Can you still manage on your own?"
For a moment, Stella cast an uneasy glance.
I felt a slight pang of regret.
Knowing she'd be frightened, my response had been immature.
I had unwaveringly believed she was Class A material, and led her into this perilous dungeon.
The situation was vastly different from when I was with professional hunter Yuuna.
Undeniably, I bore some responsibility.
'Leaving her to face her fears alone would be absurd…'
Just then, I sensed a presence behind me.
*Thud!*
Holding a flashlight in one hand, Stella crossed it with her pistol, aiming carefully. As soon as she spotted the enemy, she blew its head off.
"Personality excretion!"
It seemed that zombies had personalities too.
She didn't need to confirm the kill… However, Stella became frightened when she heard low "wooo" cries echoing throughout the city due to the gunfire.
"*Gasp*…"
'I don't think I have time to make an Onahole.'
She needed to move quickly.
"I'll help you."
"I can walk by myself… Ah!"
"Don't overdo it. We came to the dungeon together, after all, so rely on me for now."
"…"
Stella eventually got up, holding my hand.
Together, we ran away, eliminating the approaching zombies with our guns.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
'Stella caught so many…'
Zombies were truly terrifying when they overwhelmed with numbers.
Though they were only walking slowly and each one was weaker than an orc, when they began to form a barricade with their bodies, it became quite creepy.
"Is there any way to retire in the middle of a dungeon and exit?"
"It's possible if you have the 'Black Illusion Wings'…"
As Stella and I continued our journey, I couldn't help but think there was no rare item like the one we were searching for. Carrying a heavy crossbody bag and supporting Stella made moving around quite challenging, but I knew complaining wouldn't help.
"I'll handle the accumulated debris," I said.
With a fizzling sound, Stella emitted a red current, burning the approaching zombies to a crisp.
'Good,' I thought.
Taking advantage of the moment, we entered a seemingly safer building. There was still no light, but the condition was better than the previous location. Regardless, the building was in shambles, dark, and cramped.
"I think we need to find the leader and eliminate it," I suggested.
Dragging Stella around in her injured state would only worsen her condition. Our only option was to confront the situation using our wits and inner strength. Sitting amidst the rubble, Stella's expression conveyed her unease.
She had been like this for a while now. Was she terrified of the zombies?
"Stella? Are you okay?"
No response.
I gently shone the flashlight on her trembling shoulders, revealing her pale face.
"Hey, what's going on?" I asked. "Tell me, did you get scratched by a zombie?"
If that were the case, would Stella turn into a zombie as well? What should we do?
"What if I turn into a zombie? Are you planning to kill me?"
"I'll lock myself up so I can't bite, and I'll go search for the boss."
"I wasn't bitten. But… why… It's not even the expected day…"
"…"
Expected day?
Her condition isn't good. The expected day is off.
Could it be…?
As soon as she shone the flashlight on her leg, Stella gasped in shock.
"Don't do that!"
"Ah, sorry…"
"Never do that again."
"…"
Adding insult to injury.
It seemed like Stella's period had started unexpectedly. One might argue that it's not a big deal considering the current situation, but…
From a woman's perspective, isn't it quite significant?…
Especially for Stella, her embarrassment was beyond words.
"…I want to die. Today is truly the worst day ever."
"Do you have a sanitary pad…?"
"…"
Shaking her head.
She hadn't brought anything with her, so there was no way she'd have a sanitary pad.
Of course, I don't have one either. I never imagined that something like that would be needed in a dungeon.
"It's the worst… It's really the worst… Ugh…"
"Calm down…"
"Is this really happening? Why, why did you suddenly barge into my life…"
My sister's hysteria pierces my heart.
"Let's take a breather."
I grab a bottle of water and hand it to Stella. I also break a large chocolate bar in half to help replenish her energy.
"Eating something sweet will help you feel better."
Stella glares at me with resentment, but she devours the chocolate and then extends her hand for more.
"Give me another one."
"Haha…"
I unwrap another piece and hand it to her.
'In my experience, dungeons are only cleared when the boss is defeated…'
Stella's condition is at its worst. Although she has the power to handle 300 zombies all by herself, the fact that she's no different from a regular girl when caught off guard weighs on my mind.
Can I go and deal with the boss on my own, leaving anxious Stella behind…?
"…"
"…What's with the gun?"
"Huh?"
Suddenly, Stella poses a question to me.
"You've been stuck at D-rank for years, yet you wield a weapon that doesn't match your level… But you're surprisingly good with it."
I couldn't tell if it was criticism or praise….
Stella seemed quite perplexed as well.
Perhaps it was due to receiving so much help from her brother, who used to treat her like a mere insect.
"My primary weapon is the Glock 19."
The malfunction rate had dropped significantly.
This was thanks to my high skill stats. My overall rating was D, but it simply hadn't been updated yet.
My stats had increased to a level that could easily hold my own in a C-class dungeon.
Could that be the reason?
I had nonchalantly protected Stella and brought her this far,
It seemed to have left a lasting and impressive impression on her.
"…A pitiful D-class, yet… so presumptuous."
The aggressive criticism from the beginning was gone.
Her period had started in a place like this, so her mental state must be completely frayed….
I desperately wanted to help her somehow.
'If there are any buildings left, I'll even try to raid a convenience store.'
In this post-apocalyptic city center,
It felt as if a thousand years had passed since the world's demise, so it didn't seem likely that I could find anything useful out here in the field.
It was at that moment.
"Is it a zombie?"
Immediately after positioning the flashlight and pistol in a cross-armed Harris style, I examined the corner. There, I saw a gaunt man carrying a large bundle. As though he hadn't noticed me, he moved farther into the building.
"Stella. Wait here for a moment."
"Uh, where are you going?"
"I'm not going far. It's a distance I can cover in just 30 seconds."
"…Alright. Just don't go too far."
I needed to investigate what that was.
If he's the boss, I must deal with him immediately… But wait.
[「Perception·Red」activated]
[Devil Merchant]
[Faceless Old Man]
[An enigmatic being that has wandered the realm of death for 4,000 years. His power rivals that of an SS-class hunter]
"Hey!"
I kept the Devil Merchant in my sights, gun still pointed at him.
He sold everything that existed, and even things that didn't, right?
The old man who turned around wore a hood. True to the description, it seemed as if he had no face at all.
"…You're not the Goblin Uncle, but you're a merchant too, right?"
"Yes, indeed…"
"Do you also sell sanitary pads?"
"…"
'Damn it. I mustn't laugh.'
It was a challenging atmosphere, as I couldn't decipher the opposing party's expression.
"Do you have any sanitary pads? I'll buy them if you sell."
"…"
*Swish.*
The old man's gnarled arm moved suddenly, catching me off guard.
I almost pulled the trigger…
The old man searched through his bundle, and soon extracted something white.
「A refreshing sensation♡」
It was a pack of sanitary pads labeled, "Organic Pure Cotton Cover."
"You're really selling them…"
Nothing seems to be missing. I was dumbfounded…
"How much is it?"
I was astonished that he was selling sanitary pads, but the price was even more shocking.
"112,110 coins, all of them."
…
As if he had seen through my account balance, the price of the sanitary pads was precisely equal to the total number of coins in my student ID account.
"That, the value of this sanitary pad…It's …."
Don't be ridiculous!
Where on earth would you find such expensive sanitary pads? It wouldn't even be that costly if it were made of pure gold!
I had much to say, but Yuuna's explanation was undeniably accurate.
The devilish merchant trades at the feet of a man, capitalizing on their vulnerabilities.
In the eyes of such a demonic merchant, what could be the significance of a sanitary pad holding such value?
'I want to say, "Would anyone buy it at such a price?" But…'
Obtaining sanitary pads within these ruins is structurally impossible. It's uncertain how many hours it will take to clear the dungeon in the future. It might even drag on for more than a day.
Until then, there's no choice but to tell Stella, who is bleeding, to "simply endure the flow." Considering the circumstances, Stella probably wouldn't complain about it…
'But I want to protect her.'
One day, an article in the community forum crossed my mind. It said that even enemies lend sanitary pads to one another.
It's such a critical issue for women.
'It's quite expensive, but…'
Expensive? Actually, it's more than just expensive. I had a meal with Henna for five coins, which would be roughly 8,000 won. The current market price for sanitary pads is a staggering 179,376,000 won…
"Can't you offer a discount?"
"Yiiiiikes!! Aaack!!"
The old man raised his arms and began to shriek.
"Alright! Alright! I understand!"
Damn it. Curses!
I must be the only one running errands for 170 million won worth of sanitary pads.
"Just asking in case, but do you have any plans to sell medicine that heals wounds quickly?"
"Only selling sanitary pads, that's all…"
'At least he doesn't say no. Damn it…'
"Please provide some underwear to change into as a courtesy. Deal?"
"…Fine, all right…"
The faceless old man took out a set of white underwear.
'I really want to steal that bundle…'
[Coin payment made]
[The Demon Merchant leaves the field…]
"I'm back."
Did she cry? Stella's eyes were red.
"Ah."
[「Onahole Aptitude Assessment」]
[Stella]
[Difficulty Level – None B (Strikeout)] [Onahole Aptitude Grade A]
[Virgin] [Underwear – Cute chick-like yellow underwear set]
[Onahole Traits (★) – The delectable pussy of a younger sister with proper education♡ Her tsundere younger sister's pussy tightly embraces the cock, boasting exceptional tightness♡]
[Serena had a beautiful face, but harbored a deep animosity towards men. A top student at the prestigious Ethol Academy, she possessed exceptional talent and outstanding potential. Her sharp tongue and prickly demeanor were well-known, and her difficult personality left her feeling isolated.
If her weakness were to be exposed, she would be rendered powerless. A single act of violation could tame her into submission♡ Once she recognized her brother as a dominant male, she would display an unwavering gentleness, never daring to oppose him.]
'…'
"What is that in your hand?"
Haha, so this is why I spent 170 million won on sanitary pads.
"I found it on my way here."
A display of extreme bravado.
I am such an incredible brother.
"…"
Stella was known to frequently make caustic remarks, arrogantly dismissing others for simply being A-class, and showing no mercy, especially towards the brother she despised.
Despite such a demeanor, she was secretly riddled with weaknesses, and even Serena was fully aware of her vulnerabilities.
A slender, lonely, golden-haired girl who longed for a dependable brother.
'Then, the stats are focused on magical power. If captured by a D-class pervert brother, one is fated to be unable to escape and suffer rape.'
Truly, this is a fitting character design for a heroine in an erotic game.
Just as the lovable Serena only has eyes for her brother,
Stella appeared to be destined as a heroine who, after being violently raped, would grovel and apologize at her brother's feet.
Such a base sexual allure.
It's what En always did, so it's nothing out of the ordinary.
Today, I just want to protect her
and treat her well.
"Did you pick them up? The underwear and… the sanitary pad?"
"Yes, I picked them up."
The audacious blonde tsundere sister, En, who chokes and suggests rape, is a sight to behold.
Sanitary pads are undeniably expensive.
If she could truly reconcile with Stella, she wouldn't think of them as a waste anymore.
"Thank you."
Stella began to cry, shedding thick tears as if she was crumbling.
It seemed she felt deeply reassured, realizing for the first time that I was an ally.
Stella spoke as if she was unburdening her crying heart.
"…Thank you, brother."
I comforted Stella until she finally calmed down.
"We're family. It's alright."
It's okay to show your vulnerable side.
I'll always be by your side.
'If only I had such a lovely sister like her.'
I would have surely bought her everything she wanted and cherished her.
Even though we aren't siblings who shared our childhoods and we aren't bound by blood,
I still enjoy protecting my sister as an elder brother.
"Have you finished crying?"
"…"
As if the embarrassment struck her belatedly, Stella turned her head away.
"I want to change."
"Use the room over there."
"Don't peek…"
The building's walls were full of gaping holes, failing to serve their purpose. You could almost see everything just by turning your head.
The sight of Stella lifting her skirt and sliding down her panties.
Of course, I didn't look. I only caught a glimpse while watching out for zombies.
"Brother, are you there?"
"I am."
Rather than doubting, Stella seemed more worried that I had disappeared.
'…She has become very gentle.'
Could this be the effect of the sanitary pad?
Compared to the constant sarcasm and aggression, the current Stella is akin to an angel.
"Do you need help?"
"No. How did you manage to get the underwear size just right?"
'That old man…'
How did he know Stella's underwear size? To use such transcendent power for this purpose… Although I confirmed that it was a brand new product with unopened packaging, the situation felt peculiar.
Stella's expression brightened considerably after all the preparations were complete.
"Can you walk?"
"If I endure it, a little."
The bandage is already stained with blood.
It should be fine if she moves slowly, but if she were to suddenly run, there's a high probability that the wound would open wide.
Ultimately, this means she won't be able to engage in pursuits or maneuvers.
"What about magic? How much can you use it going forward?"
"I have plenty. If it's just those zombies from before, there won't be a problem even if hundreds of them come."
As expected of an A-list mana wielder.
Her firepower is quite reliable.
'I think the best strategy would be to use Stella as a designated sharpshooter, or rather, a fixed artillery position… .'
It is an operation that requires unwavering mutual trust.
Can we truly say that our bond is strong enough to rely on?
"So, what if I go ahead and sweep them all away?"
"It would be too wasteful."
If Stella's magical power is depleted, we'll face immediate danger.
Especially while this dungeon still conceals the irregularity of rank advancement, magic must be utilized as efficiently as possible.
'Let's bring up the subject.'
In the end, I have no choice but to discuss it with Stella.
"Let's head to a more open area. I'll draw their attention with my pistol, so wait for the signal and then sweep them away."
Since zombies react to noise, a quiet battle is out of the question.
If I fire my gun, zombies will undoubtedly swarm.
The plan is to use this to our advantage and eradicate them all at once.
'The problem is, in case of emergency, Stella, whose legs are immobile, becomes incredibly vulnerable.'
"If the plan doesn't work out, I'll carry you and we'll escape."
"You will?"
"Yes, I'll never leave you behind. Can you trust me?"
"…"
Dragging the horde of zombies toward Stella, who cannot flee,
The intention is to maximize the effect of the magic.
If one couldn't trust a comrade to come to the rescue in a dire situation, it was a plan no wizard could ever give their assent to.
There are several uncertainties in this strategy.
An overwhelming number of zombies might appear, or the destructive force of the magic might be insufficient for annihilation…
In either case, it becomes perilous, as failure would mean being surrounded.
"If we succeed, we can eradicate them all."
"Indeed."
"I'll do it."
It's moving.
If it were Stella upon entering the dungeon, she would have said, "Are you mad to entrust your back to someone of D-rank?"
Stella accepted my plan without any grumbling.
A trust that had never existed between us,
It was the moment when a precious bond of faith was forged.
'In that case, I must certainly meet their expectations.'
Even if things go awry, I will always protect Stella.
If the gun fails, I'll use my feet or fists. Even if we're engulfed by the horde of zombies.
I won't leave Stella alone.
…Of course, it's best not to reach such a dire situation.
Stella, who emerged from the ruined building with my support, looked up at my face and said.
"What are you thinking right now, Brother?"
"Strangely, I wanted to buy a revolver when I came here. I didn't buy it because I thought you might be waiting…"
I had a plan to collect handguns and use them in rotation whenever they broke down.
Especially in guns like revolvers, which are manually loaded and have an integrated magazine and chamber, bullet jams don't occur. Structurally speaking.
I can't help but think how great it would have been to have a revolver now.
"…Heh."
As if the tension had dissipated, Stella let out a soft chuckle.
"Did you think it would be your turn? Aren't you underestimating me too much?"
"I can't trust you because you're an all-in magic-wielding klutz of a wizard."
"What's wrong with being all-in with magic? A wizard speaks with firepower."
"…No, for real. Among the comic books I've read, there's one with a female wizard who's obsessed with explosions, saying the same things as you."
I just got chills remembering that.
"Otaku."
"…We can talk about comics!"
"So what happens to the girl?"
"She musters all her strength and collapses… but the male protagonist always carries her."
Stella tightly grasped my sleeve.
"Does that make you the protagonist?"
"…"
Her cuteness was breathtaking.
Slightly damp eyes, a voice tinged with moisture.
Even the shy blush on her cheeks, I wondered if this was really the Stella I knew.
"…If you fall, I'll carry you."
She nodded.
Before the grand operation began, we exchanged one last confirming glance.
Up until now, my dungeon raids felt like picnics.
It seemed only natural to find and enter high-ranking dungeons without any sense of impending danger.
Pro hunter Yuuna's embrace was just that warm.
'This, too, is an industry that stakes lives.'
Stella was also a clumsy beginner in dungeon raids. Facing her first crisis and forging her first alliance.
We, albeit awkwardly, imitated hunters and embarked on the raid.
Bang! Bang!
After verifying that Stella had reached the designated point—the most expansive area in the city center—I fired several shots into the air.
Moans of "uuuuuu" echoed from every direction.
Continuously shooting, I swiftly circled the outskirts surrounding Stella.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
'They're gathering in large numbers.'
Upon checking with my detection skill, there were almost more than 200 of them.
It was evident that I had lured all the zombies in this dungeon.
'Is the boss not here yet?'
[Minion of Nightmare]
[C+ Rank]
[A member of the zombie lineage known as "The Resurrected Ones" within the Nightmare Realm. Characterized by a massive frame and swollen arms, they crush their enemies with immense strength.]
'A colossal zombie. Found it.'
Now, I just needed to wait for the enemies to enter Stella's attack range and give her the signal!
Unlike me, who could assess the entire situation due to my vision correction skill, Stella must be terrified.
Having to stand still while listening to the moans of zombies converging from every direction…
"Oppa! Is it not time yet?"
"Wait a little longer!"
More. Draw them in a little more.
The optimal moment to eliminate them all at once had come…!
"Begin!"
_Bang!_
As soon as the signal was given by shooting, a red lightning bolt erupted from Stella, illuminating the heart of the city. It was awe-inspiring.
The pulsating magical energy in the air was palpable on the skin. It felt as if a storm was brewing!
_[「Perception·Red」Activated]_
_[Red Lightning]_
_[Magical Discharge]_
_[Power A, Range A, Power Correction +2]_
_[For mages possessing the rare talent「Devil's Thunderbolt」, the magical discharge itself transforms into a thunderbolt that attacks enemies and ensnares them]_
'A rare talent.' Even though Stella was teased for being an all-in mage, her talent was unparalleled. Our little sister was far more impressive and powerful than any Onahole collector!
_Pajijijijik!!_
The unleashed「Red Lightning」instantly reduced hundreds of zombies and even their leader to ashes.
Incredible…! A dungeon below C rank posed no challenge for training!
Stella spoke with an exhilarated smile.
"Didn't I tell you it wouldn't be your turn?"
_[『Zombie Eradication』Condition Achieved]_
_[Nightmare Domain Strengthened… Dungeon Rank Rises to B]_
[Additional Reward]
It wasn't a dungeon clear.
There was still a rank increase left!
"Stella!"
I hurriedly rushed towards Stella.
The head zombie, which I thought was dead, was already transforming from its cocoon like a butterfly,
tearing its body apart and being reborn.
"Brother?"
[Nightmare's Kin, Hummingbird]
[Grade B+]
["The Resurrected Ones" have an extremely rare chance of dying, but they grow stronger and resurrect with a vengeance. They possess the ability to fly.]
*Boooung.*
The winged zombie soared into the air and attacked Stella.
I intervened using "Yaksha Charge," but
"Ugh!"
I was sent flying just from the impact of the collision and tumbled across the ground for a while.
"Brother!"
Hold on, is my arm bent at an odd angle?
[Authority「Saint's Protection」activates]
[Your wounds are healed with the power of Saint Erin from another world!!]
Huh? It's healed? I didn't even have time to feel the pain…
It was a manifestation of an authority I hadn't known about. "Can be used three times a day; not usable while Erin is caring for her child"… it states.
I can't fathom whose fault it is, but I feel slightly guilty for having taken up my mother's precious time to recover.
"I'm fine!"
The one in real danger is Stella…!
Lying down to ward off the airborne zombies, she pulls out her Glock and unloads the entire magazine.
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
As the slide rapidly recoils, the shell casings fly out with fervor.
It should have taken just one hit, but as expected, they avoided it.
'If I don't disrupt their stance, they won't get hit!'
A zombie drew a bone knife from its right hand and charged at me.
"Ahh!"
Sizzle, crackle!
The "Crimson Lightning" discharged from Stella's hand whizzes past my eyes. Due to that, the zombie couldn't reach me.
Stella glared with furious eyes.
"Don't touch my brother!"
An incomparable amount of mana surges wildly compared to when we defeated hundreds of zombies.
Facing Stella, who was preparing a powerful attack, the creature swiftly soared into the sky, concealing itself.
"Stella. Conserve your energy! Ranged attacks aren't hitting!"
But Stella had no intention of stopping. The mana continued to concentrate. Lightning spears, shimmering like a lion's mane, were created.
With a decisive motion, she released them. The lightning spears soared into the sky, impaling the flying zombie with immense force.
"Keeck!!"
As if embodying Stella's fury, the fierce electrical discharge painted the sky above the ruins a deep crimson.
"Magic doesn't miss."
[Red Lightning – Skewer Type]
[Class A Attack Magic]
[Power A+ Range C Tracking]
[A rare-talent "Devil's Thunderbolt" exclusive lightning-based attack magic. Like a sinner being skewered in hell, the target's body is pierced by lightning spears, inflicting excruciating pain and ultimately death.]
This was Stella's first use of attack magic, having only discharged mana until now.
"Kkeek! Kkeek!"
While the flying zombie writhed in pain from being impaled by the lightning spears, several more were conjured. At Stella's command, the spears struck from all directions. And once embedded, the spears discharged violently, the current flitting about like a maiden's hair.
Kwajijijijik!
"Keeeeek!"
[Dungeon Clear]
[Contribution 839% – Stella]
[Others – Kim Sang-hyuk]
"Die, die!!"
The spear relentlessly pierced the bodies of the monstrous zombies.
The embedded spear flashed periodically, like a Christmas tree ornament, burning the impaled creatures to a crisp.
In an instant… it was over.
"Stella!"
The dungeon began to crumble.
I hurriedly rushed to catch the collapsing Stella, embracing her to make sure she was unharmed.
Stella smiled faintly, as if she felt refreshed after giving her all.
"See, I told you. You couldn't even contribute 1%… not to me."
"Yes, as expected of Stella."
I hugged my proud younger sister tightly.
"Still, you should increase your strength and stamina. At least enough to forcibly break free from my chokehold."
"…Enough with the advice. Just give me a piggyback ride, since you're the protagonist, after all…"
Stella lost consciousness.
It seemed to be the aftermath of exhausting all her mana.
'I ought to be careful.'
What would a perverted older brother do, knowing she passed out in such a good mood?
I carried her on my back and took her to the infirmary.
"Oppa, what happened?"
"Stella was injured while protecting me. Please watch over her until she wakes up."
"Stella…? You'll have to tell me the story later!?"
Leaving Serena, who is eager to hear an entertaining tale, to take care of the situation, I went to the student cafeteria. Henna and Yuuna look slightly surprised when they see me.
"…Was the dungeon raid difficult?"
It appears as though I've been rolling on the floor.
"Yuuna… I've come to realize your importance, albeit belatedly."
"Wha-what are you talking about? All of a sudden… There are so many people listening!"
Yuuna's cheeks turn bright red.
I cling to her.
"Kyaa, kyaaak. Ki-Kim Sang-hyuk. What's wrong…? What happened?!"
"Teacher Yuuna… please continue to take care of me…."
"Ah, goodness… Fine. I get it. I get it…"
It's time for me to choose my meal.
[Beep]
[Insufficient funds]
"…For now, lend me some money to buy food. Henna."
"Here's your student ID."
"Weren't you wealthy…?"
"I spent it all on sanitary pads."
"Sanitary pads?"
Even Henna tilts her head, displaying a puzzled expression.
In truth, that was the entirety of it, leaving nothing more to discuss.
"That was, quite the exorbitantly priced menstrual pad."
-x-X-x-
Lunchtime.
Today's lunch menu is undoubtedly a steaming bowl of rice soup.
After sprinkling the desired amount of salt onto the half-meat rice soup, stirring it well with a spoon, I take a bite.
*Slurp!*
I can't stop now!
"…Are you not going to tell me the expensive sanitary pad story?"
"I'm curious."
"Buy me another bowl."
"I'll pay for it this time."
Yuuna pays for the rice soup using her student ID.
*Slurp.*
I briefly recount what had transpired this morning.
"Wow… That must have been a huge ordeal. Poor girl."
"It's unsettling…"
Stella's misfortune gains the strong sympathy of the female group.
"Have any of you experienced something like that?"
"Me? Never. I always carry them with me. She must have been exploring a dungeon for more than 30 minutes for the first time."
"Seems like it."
Considering that the Academy Dungeon average is ranked between D and C,
Normally, it would have just been on automatic hunting mode. She would have been killed just by passing by while releasing her magic…
Stella may have consumed experience points to level up, but she hasn't truly gained any real experience.
I have only managed to clear three times, and I can't really say much since I relied on a bus all three times.
'No. Maybe for the last one, I didn't really need the bus?'
I did contribute in my own way.
The moment I shone the brightest was while running an errand for sanitary pads, so it's not exactly glamorous.
"I've definitely realized this. Life is tough without Yuuna by my side."
"What am I, your mom? What are you even saying…"
"Mom."
"Ugh! That gives me goosebumps. Don't do that. It's weird to call a classmate mom! Just call me 'noona' instead."
"Noona."
"…Hmm."
Stella needs to redo her stats.
No, I must help her build up her strength from now on.
I can't stand just watching her, like some game heroine who brags about using magic somewhere only to be taught a harsh lesson.
"You still look happy though? Did something good happen?"
"I guess you could say I've found peace within the household."
I've resorted to begging for meals again, but that's okay.
I can always earn more coins!
I am fortunate to have Henna and Yuuna by my side. They are my comrades who boldly and confidently express their true selves.
Of course, I am referring to our encounters with monsters.
After our meal, I went to the Academy's communal shower room to cleanse myself.
It was there that I met Deherit.
"…"
"…"
We scanned each other's bodies.
Deherit cast me a disapproving glance as she passed by.
'My victory.'
When men are naked together, there is an unspoken sense of confidence that emanates from them.
'Ahh. Refreshing.'
I had been rolling on the dirt floor, and it would have been quite uncomfortable if I hadn't washed up before returning home.
Bathing at the Academy has its merits.
It was only after I stepped outside that I became aware of an unforeseen drawback.
– (Information) Kim Sang-hyuk from Class F has an enormous cock
– Seriously, I thought it was a horse's dick;
– Size? That's just a boast. It's limp because there's no blood flow
– Let's try boasting, you bastard
– Damn, I'm so envious
– No, seriously, I can't believe it. Do they even sell Onaholes that fit that size in stores?
– Are you stupid? Why would he need an Onahole with a face like that? There'd be a line of women willing to take its place
– He's already surrounded by pretty girls.
"…"
No privacy protection!
No wonder there were so many male students stealing glances at me; the information about my sizable cock was spreading at an incredible speed. Even the curious gazes of female students enveloped me.
– Who saw Kim Sang-hyuk, who participated in today's class?
– I thought I was going crazy… he's so incredibly handsome!
– Is that the senior everyone's talking about because of his size? Hehe;
– The D-guys must be dying of envy, haha!
– Sang-hyuk doesn't like D-girls like you~
– What the hell, did you see me? I'm pretty, you know?
– Just by the way you talk, I can smell pork feet; how many hams have you had? Haha
People here are really bold.
Looking at the academy students, they all seem healthy, energetic, and bright. Yet, I realize that there's a dark side, a gutter's bottom, everywhere.
I guess all places where people live are quite similar.
'If they were my roommates, I would have been named right away.'
It's clear that they would have been eager to gossip and communicate here as well.
I merely observe. Though it doesn't happen too often,
there were numerous comments sexually harassing Yuuna and Henna, who accompany me.
Comments suggesting they must be up to all sorts right now, and so forth.
'So that's how we appear to others.'
Suddenly, I found myself wanting a girlfriend.
Isn't this the perfect time?
I've brought peace to my family, my growth is on track, and I'm adapting well to the academy…
Even if I don't have a serious mindset of marrying the person I date,
I could still engage in a casual relationship. However, I'm unsure of just how casual it should be.
My original school life wasn't all that rosy, so I lacked any internal model to reference.
'Should I just dive in and see?'
…Is it alright to have such a lighthearted attitude?
In fact, it might be even more unhealthy to engage in erotic acts without actually dating.
What if I were to date someone properly?
– Speaking of Kim Sang-hyuk. Who do you think he's dating, Yuuna or Henna?
– Neither of them?
– If a man's face meets that standard, it must be acknowledged
'…'
Both of them…?
"Ugh~. Don't just focus on Henna's breasts like that. Look at my buttocks too, okay? Sang-hyuk…"
"My cock is so hard… Do you like me sucking your nipples? Do you prefer it to Yuuna? I'll do it plenty… ♡"
…A hopeless delusion begins.
Am I officially dating both of these women? I haven't fallen that far.
One person…
Let's narrow it down to one.
"Oppa? What about me? Serena won't be just your onahole, right?"
Gripping tightly.
Get out of my head! You evil spirit of OnaAka!!
The thought of having a formal relationship with my stepsister is quite risqué…!!
When my mother, who doesn't even know my face, comes back home, how would she feel seeing our family situation turned to dust?
She'll say, "I didn't adopt you to behave like this," and slap me on the back!
Wait…
"Even though I have so much inside of me… Are you abandoning me? That's too cruel…"
I'm not familiar with Seridwen's way of speaking, so I have to adjust my imagination accordingly.
"Oh dear…"
It might not be the best time to casually pursue a relationship.
After all, I came inside an SS-class hunter's vagina and even made her take the morning-after pill… How could I not take responsibility?
'No, but…'
My thoughts weren't solely about Seridwen.
We merely had sex by some miraculous chance, feeling like inhabitants of entirely different worlds.
The gap in our social status is just too great…
"I'll take responsibility, noona (older sister)."
…If I carelessly said something like that.
Who knows, I might be scolded about who should be responsible for whom and not to ruin the mood.
As if thinking that I became her man just because we got entangled during sex.
It was then that Henna poked her head out.
"Sang-hyuk-ah."
"Uh, uh, yeah?"
"…Are you worried?"
"…Worried. If it's a worry, then yeah, I'm worried."
It's difficult to say.
Seeing me clench my mouth shut, Henna directed her chest towards me.
"Do you want to touch my breasts?"
…
'This was all just a game…'
Suddenly, everything seemed futile.
As if entranced by the soft, large silhouette of Henna's breasts, seemingly ready to burst through her school uniform, Sang-hyuk couldn't help himself. He led her to the place where he had once teased her breasts before, a secluded staircase.
"Why do you keep tempting me like this?"
"Ah!"
Sang-hyuk grasped Henna's breasts with both hands. She allowed him to roughly grope her, spreading her arms to her sides. Henna didn't resist or try to protect her breasts as he moved her about. She even pushed them closer to him.
Squish, squish.
Sang-hyuk eagerly massaged Henna's lascivious breasts to his heart's content.
"What was that picture you sent me yesterday? I told you that taking a picture could cause serious trouble. Are you okay with a stranger coming to find you?"
"I… I just wanted Sang-hyuk to see it…"
"What if I had shared it!"
Gripping tightly, Sang-hyuk couldn't hold back any longer. Henna was at a loss as her breasts were squeezed with force.
"Ah, ah… Please… trust me…"
"Did you think I'd threaten you to let me touch your breasts if I might spread the picture?"
"…No, you don't have to threaten me. I'd let you touch them anyway…?"
"…I told you that friends shouldn't do this."
Yet, he keeps sending me provocative images.
Of course, I asked for the second one, intending to indulge myself further!
Nonetheless!
"Friend… I think I like you more than just a friend...."
"…Me?"
"I like Sang-hyuk… I want to stay by your side… I'll do anything…"
You like me?
Of course, you must like me. Why would you engage in such acts if you didn't?
"Then… more than just a friend."
"Uh…?"
"Shall we date?"
"...."
Suddenly, my face feels incredibly hot.
Though Henna would undoubtedly accept me, it's oddly embarrassing.
Perhaps I was ashamed of my audacity, assuming she would accept me unconditionally.
"With someone like me… if it's alright...."
…And like that, we began dating.
Henna… my girlfriend. Then, these breasts too… and her buttocks…
I swallow hard…
"Do you want to touch my breasts?"
"I want to touch them bare."
"Okay, sounds good."
Uhm, is this acceptable?
Isn't it fine since we're dating? But do I truly love Henna?
I truly adore her. How could I not, when she is so beautiful, has such a lovely scent, and possesses an exquisite figure?
With a swift motion, Henna undoes her buttons, unveiling her ample bosom, wrapped within a white bra.
All thoughts in my head evaporate instantly.
'My… girlfriend.'
She pushes her lingerie upward and grasps her breasts.
It feels as though my fingers are being drawn in, enveloped. So soft. It seems there is nothing in the world softer than Henna's chest.
A wholly different realm unfurls before me as I fondle with the intent of savoring the experience completely.
Caress, caress…
"Mm… Ah…"
Even her sweat is endearing.
"I'm not asking you to date me solely based on my body."
"Even if we date just for the body… That's fine, isn't it?"
"If you want me to stop contacting other girls, I will."
"Why? You don't have to… Don't do that. I want to be close to Yuuna as well…"
Damn it.
Don't tempt me like that.
"I'm… joyful as if my wish has come true…"
Henna grins impishly.
"Whatever you desire, you may do it all with my body…"
"…"
I became erect without resistance.
I embraced Henna tightly from the front, making sure not to forget to caress her breasts. Standing on tiptoe, I kissed her and intertwined our tongues.
*Gulp… Smooch… Slurp…*
At first, she seemed startled, but she quickly responded to me. Gazing into each other's eyes at such close proximity, I could see Henna's beautiful emerald irises in even greater detail. We shyly met our gazes, her eyes hidden beneath her hair.
*Slurp… Smooch… Slurp… Can I send you erotic pictures now?*
"If you don't send them, I'll complain."
*Slurp… Kiss… Kiss…*
I rubbed my erect cock against Henna's body. Her lovely figure, from head to toe, was so enticing that I couldn't resist.
"Was it your wish to date me?"
"Uh, uhm…"
As I fondled Henna's overflowing breasts, I kissed her and sucked on them. Surrendering to my desires, I took her as I pleased, vigorously handling Henna.
*Moan… Groan… Mmm…*
"So, what do you think now that it's turned out like this?"
"Better than I had ever imagined…♡"
My first girlfriend is truly lascivious.
I should have done this sooner, as she salivates heavily while kissing.
"Hehe♡ Gulp, gulp♡ Sigh… Kiss… So good…"
Henna willingly indulges in my deviant desires.
Our tongues intertwine passionately as we press against each other.
"Smack… Slurp… Suck…"
This situation is dangerously arousing.
Having to resist while merely rubbing against my lewd girlfriend… I pinch one of her nipples and tug on her breast.
"Ugh!"
At this point, I might as well seek vicarious satisfaction.
[「Onahole Touch」]
"Huh, hah, ugh, heave… My chest… keeps tightening… ah… ahh…"
As I knead Henna's breasts, she reaches a powerful climax.
Squeeze.
"Oh, my clothes…♡"
With her lips pursed, Henna lets out an exclamation while clutching her breast to me.
Her thighs press tightly against me, as if holding her breast in place, and she shudders in ecstasy.
She's not my SS-class girlfriend with an exceptional Onahole talent for no reason.
Lifting her school uniform skirt, I can see her love juices seeping through the gap between her closed thighs.
Sang-hyuk grasped Henna's breasts with both hands once again, kneading them firmly.
Knead, knead.
"Hah, hah… Ah… oh… strange… feels so good…"
"Push your chest out."
"Y-yes…!"
As if milking a cow, he held Henna's ample bosom and brought her to climax.
Henna tilted her head back, not knowing how to react.
"Since I'm now Henna's boyfriend, I'll be sure to take good care of you."
"H-hah… Hah… It's too… stimulating… Sang-hyuk… look at my breasts… hah…!"
Knead, knead.
Sang-hyuk activated the Onahole touch and firmly massaged Henna's breasts with his hands.
Pressing down on her erect nipples with his palm, he gently rubbed them, observing her reactions.
"Ah, hah… hmph…"
With each intense climax, Henna's legs and waist remained upright.
In this powerless state, her breasts held by Sang-hyuk, she looked incredibly sexy.
"You keep flaunting these sinful breasts, tempting me."
"Y-yes…! Ah… because I… like you… I wanted your attention…"
"That's why you got a boyfriend, right? With these breasts. Are you happy?"
"I'm delighted, may you be blessed with large breasts… You've done well…♡"
Caressingly.
Gently stroking her as if melting her, Henna swayed her hips with a sense of impatience.
Truly, her body was seductive.
"I like you, Henna."
Embracing her once more, they kissed.
He pinched her nipple with one hand, gently tugging at it while mingling their tongues.
"Uhm… Mmm… Yes… Ah…"
With her eyes unfocused, Henna reached her climax in his arms, her ample hips quivering.
She must be the easiest heroine to win over. Henna had quickly found happiness in his embrace.
"I'm sorry…"
"For what?"
"I want to also… make your hardened member feel good…"
Henna spoke with a bashful expression.
"I just don't know how…"
…Goodness!
The innocence of the uninitiated maiden powerfully stirred his heart.
He must truly treat her with care…
"It's alright, we'll learn together, gradually."
"I'll study diligently."
Tightly.
Before returning to class, he embraced his raven-haired K-cup girlfriend once more.
Ah, the softness of her breasts as they pressed against him.
OnaAka, a divine game.
-x-X-x-
During my school days, every guy entertained the thought of having a pretty girlfriend. There couldn't possibly be any disagreements or conflicts of beliefs on that front. One would simply be smitten.
During a break, I sat behind Henna, gently playing with her hand and slyly brushing her bangs to the side.
"…Ah."
Henna, already shy from the mere touch of my hand, hunched her shoulders even more.
"How about sweeping your bangs to the side? You'd look even prettier."
"I'd be embarrassed."
"What's going on here? You two?"
Now accustomed to our trio's dynamic, Yuuna brought a chair over and sat down next to the desk.
"Did the atmosphere suddenly get weird?"
"Well…"
Instead of being hesitant, Henna spoke up.
"We just decided to start dating."
"…What?"
Yuuna swallowed her breath and stared at me, dumbfounded.
"Yuuna?"
"Ah, I see."
It was true that I had harbored feelings for Yuuna, but from now on, I'd draw a line. I had chosen Henna after all.
From now on, maintaining a flirtatious-like relationship with Yuuna is akin to declaring it impossible.
"Henna. You heard everything I said."
"…"
What? What are they talking about?
The atmosphere between Yuuna and Henna is quite unusual.
"So you're coming out like this, huh?"
"What were you two discussing?"
This isn't what I intended.
"Ask her yourself. Regardless, congratulations to both of you. It must be nice to be childhood friends. Henna."
"…"
Henna merely kept her mouth shut.
I couldn't even ask Yuuna since she seemed so upset.
It was the first time I'd seen Yuuna, who usually laughs so easily, looking so serious, and I felt quite taken aback.
"I should go. I need to get home early today."
"Yuuna…"
Is she angry?
I could only stare blankly at Yuuna, who turned away coldly.
"Henna. What happened?"
"It's nothing…"
She doesn't seem to want to discuss it.
I thought the three of us could still remain close, but as soon as the two became a couple, the cracks appeared in an instant.
Is this the true nature of romantic relationships?
"I'm not sure, since I don't have much dating experience."
With the thought of giving it a try, I managed to win Henna's heart in one fell swoop. However, as a result, I seemed to have lost something. Or rather, it felt like "something had begun." I just hoped it wasn't part of Enn's elaborate trap.
"Kim Sang-hyuk."
At that moment, a male classmate whose name I didn't know called out to me.
"Huh?"
"Your sisters asked me to call you."
Sisters? As I stepped out of the classroom, my eyes were met with a dazzling sight, causing the corners of my mouth to twitch involuntarily. What were Serena and Stella up to? Did they come to see me?
Serena, with her black hair and air of mystery. The lovely Stella, with her lively side-up ponytail, suits her perfectly.
My sisters were searching for me, peeking around the entrance of a classroom belonging to seniors a grade above us.
"Brother, over here!"
"Hee-hee!"
Stella sprang up like a rabbit. Serena, on the other hand, grinned knowingly.
"Brother~."
"What's going on? Even you, Serena?"
"I don't think Stella can manage by herself, so she asked me to accompany her... Ugh!"
Stella covers Serena's mouth.
"What nonsense! Serena said she would go with me, so I had no choice but to come along, right?"
Either way, it's a heartwarming sight for me.
"Is your leg alright, Stella?"
"Huh?"
Atop Stella's school shoes, her delicate ankles were still wrapped in bandages.
"I received healing magic, so I'm fine now."
"That's a relief."
It would have been truly heartbreaking if any scars had marred these beautiful ankles.
Stella's cheeks flush.
The way she keeps glancing at me is quite different from before.
"What brings you here?"
"The shared reward. I didn't claim it. Brother."
"Ah. That? Well, you were unconscious."
"Yes, I heard. I was carried to the nurse's office."
After that, I entrusted it to Serena.
I didn't realize the comic book story would have such a significant impact, but I think I fulfilled my role as a brother.
"Here's the shared reward. I added a bit more."
"To you, who contributed barely 1%?"
"That, that is!"
Serena giggles.
I, too, watched with the same delight.
The bashful Stella.
"Isn't it natural for a dealer to take care of a supporter? Don't you even know that?"
[Received a trade request from leader Stella]
[Checking the distribution: 550 coins]
"I made sure to take care of it generously."
Well. The Nightmare family is indeed stingy.
I think so to myself, but perhaps the golden dungeon just yielded a great deal.
Stella's claim about taking care of it generously must be true.
"With this amount, I can repay the borrowed meal."
"You don't even have money to eat!?"
Shocked, Serena grabbed my arm and shook it.
"Speak up! I could buy it for you. I can pack a lunch for you! Did you starve? Are you hungry now?"
"No, no. A friend bought it for me, so I had a hearty meal."
"Really? What's your friend's name? I should express my gratitude later."
"Yuuna and Henna."
"Are both of them women?"
… What, what about it?
Serena smiles slyly.
"I can't believe I didn't know you were being pursued by a female classmate. I'm starting to hate myself for it."
"You couldn't have known."
"I'll pack your lunch from now on!"
"No, I actually like the student cafeteria quite a bit."
This restaurant offers a bold flavor that can't be experienced in home-cooked meals.
I think it strikes a nice balance.
"Are you really okay with that?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I've got money for food now."
Serena is so devoted, even with her own school life, that she stays up all night mending her brother's clothes. She's such a good girl.
That's why I don't want to push her too hard.
"What if you start losing weight?"
"Don't exaggerate, Serena. Is our brother some kind of child?"
"Our brother?"
"Our brother??"
Both Serena and I turn to look at Stella simultaneously.
"What, what, why?"
"Isn't it surprising that only pretty words come out of Stella's mouth?"
"As if I always speak with only harsh words on my lips."
"What happened between you two? Tell me! Brother!"
"Well, that's the thing."
"If you tell me, I'll kill you."
Stella glared at me fiercely.
…Oops.
Some people have already said it, so what should I do?
"Did you already mention it? Hehehe."
"Don't use lightning here, Stella!"
With a crackle, crackle, red currents flowed across the classroom floor, causing our classmates to suddenly glance over, wondering what was happening.
"Really! I only told my truly trustworthy female friends."
"Who are they? Henna and Yuuna?"
"Uh…"
"If the rumor spreads, I'll eliminate both of them."
…Haha. Of course, it must be a joke.
It was a cute episode for me, but I realized it could be embarrassing for Stella.
The fact that she had shown her inexperienced side within the dungeon itself had wounded Stella's pride.
"Don't worry. If they were the type to spread rumors, my secrets would have been known throughout the school already."
"What secret?"
The secret is that I'm the bearer of "personality expulsion."
Today, I saw the anonymous message board, but there wasn't any talk about personality expulsion.
This is evidence that the knowledge is limited to a select few within the academy, and none of them have recklessly divulged the story.
[Student President Isabella]
Once the afternoon classes are over, please come to the third-year dojo immediately.
"Ah, I must go."
"Don't change the subject. It's not that urgent, is it?"
"No, it truly is an urgent matter. The summons of my master, who knows my secret, is at hand.
"Ah…"
Serena is unsure of what to do; her cheeks are flushed with embarrassment.
"Lord, master… That's incredibly intense, isn't it?"
"…You pervert. What on earth are you up to at the academy?"
"I might be a little late going home today."
I must hurry before my master grows impatient.
After sending my younger sisters on their way, I return to my seat and gather my belongings.
As I was about to depart, shouldering the crossbag I had in today's dungeon, Henna stopped me.
"Let's go home together."
"Ah, I have some business to attend to today."
"I see…"
"Don't be disheartened."
As soon as I comfort her, a smile blooms on Henna's lips.
"Can you make your way home bravely on your own?"
"Yes."
Alright.
This time, it's my turn to go to the building for the grade above mine.
I quickly discovered the location of the "Dojang" when I asked a passing senior.
Among the auxiliary buildings of the academy, there was a place used as a martial arts dojo, and it truly was a dojo in itself.
I removed my shoes before entering.
The sensation of slipping across the smooth wooden floor with socks on was quite pleasant.
"This way."
In the spacious dojo, the chairman stood, clad in a white judo uniform.
I was taken aback by how well the judo uniform suited them. I hadn't expected them to be martial artists.
In contrast to their student council president appearance, their hair was tied back neatly, and their body seemed to emanate healthy energy.
Crucially, the breasts.
The focal point was the student council president's ample bosom, appearing as if it might overflow from the judo uniform.
Was it braless?
Perhaps for someone of the chairman's size, it's normal for their breasts to overflow and exude sex appeal, but
For me, who has lived in "Villagem" for over two decades, this attire felt provocatively enticing, as if it were blatantly seductive.
I couldn't have been summoned as an assistant for a photo shoot, could I?
"Starting now, I've tried this on before rolling around with you. How is it? If you like it, lay me down right away."
… Uh-uh. I can't. This fantasy is dangerous.
I have a girlfriend!
"What are you staring at so blankly?"
"It's just… It's my first time seeing you like this."
"Your clothes are in the locker room too, so put them on and come out."
… What's going on?
As instructed, I went to the locker room and examined it.
I noticed something odd when I saw the name tags attached to the lockers.
"Are there no male names?"
Is this some kind of women's judo team?
Well, considering the weight class differences, it makes sense to separate genders.
"Hold on."
However, there was just one locker with a male name written on it.
[Kim Sang-hyuk]
It looked as if it had just been freshly printed.
… Why is my name here?
When I opened the locker, there was a dobok (uniform) that appeared to be new.
"I must have joined without even realizing..."
I stood up my crossbody bag, placed it inside, and changed clothes.
Thinking of it as a women's locker room gave me a peculiar feeling like I was about to get an erection.
The uniform hangs loosely, thankfully concealing what lies beneath.
'But due to that very looseness, it seems as if the Student Council President's breasts are almost entirely exposed.'
Whenever I try to grab hold of the collar, they quiver tantalizingly.
Merely imagining it is incredibly provocative.
"Haaah…"
I attempt to regain control by envisioning my dark-haired, large-breasted girlfriend.
Exiting the changing room, I find the president striding towards me.
Did I do something wrong?
Another sweet floral scent wafts through the air.
"That's not how you tie it. Watch closely."
"Ah, yes…"
I glance down, now legally permitted to do so, and behold the president's ample bosom, about 80% of it exposed.
"Are you looking properly?"
"Yes…"
I stared, utterly entranced.
"Tie it tightly like this."
Could she be doing it on purpose?
If so, this would be the first crisis of arousal.
*
"What are you staring at?"
I snapped to attention as if I'd been splashed with cold water by the student council president's suspicious gaze.
"I have a girlfriend, President."
Strike while the iron is hot!
Confess before suspicion arises!
"Huh?"
"It's difficult when you tempt me like this."
"Don't say such awful things."
Really?
She brazenly exposed her breasts, and yet she believed it wasn't a temptation.
"Exposing your chest like that..."
"I put on nipple patches. The important parts are covered, so you can't see them."
"…no… That's not the issue."
The entire chest is important.
And if we must discuss important parts, isn't Isabella significant from head to toe?
This is maddening.
"So, what will you do now?"
"Engage in a sparring match with me."
"…why?"
"Because if I took you, a D-class, to the site of a heroic activity, you'd undoubtedly be seriously injured."
just as I expected.
"Don't worry. If you demonstrate your diligence, there's no reason I wouldn't grant my approval."
"I thought you'd be a bit more stringent."
"I wouldn't withhold my approval just because I dislike you. Simply surpass the standards I've set."
"So, you dislike me."
Isabella snorted.
"Well, did you think I liked you?"
"It's not that I find you unpleasant."
"Don't push your luck."
Would rubbing it in her face work? The student council president heroine certainly has her defenses up.
"When I assess someone, I don't consider their appearance. I observe your actions and the true nature revealed by them."
'My true nature…'
Such an idealistic sentiment.
"And what of my true nature?"
"It has changed, somewhat. Normally, I wouldn't bother with a hopeless individual, but I believe there's potential for you to change for the better."
"So, you aim to reform me."
"Indeed."
To me, this conversation feels somewhat devoid of soul.
What one does after identifying the danger of moral decay is ultimately to cultivate a righteous heart through exercise.
If it's heroism without a sense of mission, akin to gathering points through volunteer work,
Could I change?
If I were originally a wicked person, Could I have transformed?
I'm not an exceptionally virtuous person, either. When I become cowardly, I'm infinitely so, and I end up creating numerous situations I will later regret.
However.
I didn't dislike the president's upright demeanor.
'What if someone like her were my girlfriend? Would she have struggled immensely?'
Perhaps it wouldn't have been so bad.
People who are strict with themselves and also strict with others tend to have clear standards.
"First, I'll assess your abilities."
"Yes."
"Come at me."
Oh dear. What if I accidentally savor the softness of the president's skin?
The thought only lasted a moment. My body was hurled onto the solid wooden floor.
"Oof!!"
I can't breathe; I can't catch my breath!
"Stop exaggerating and get up."
"Ugh, *cough*…"
[Student Council President, receiving instruction from Isabella]
[Acquired 『Martial Arts』]
The expertise of instilling skills within me in a single instance left me truly astonished. "Mr. President… It's great that you've grown, but I'm pinned down so hard on my back that I can't even breathe."
'Yes, this place is all about weight classes and such.'
In this world, it wasn't unusual for women to become stronger than men when they increased their strength. As I entertained lascivious thoughts of physically engaging with the beautiful and fragile student council president, my imagination ran wild. I had received quite the wake-up call.
I decided to take this situation seriously as well.
"Ha!"
"Is this really Grade D? It's even better than I had imagined."
"Wow!"
The student council president hurled me away without even looking at me.
'She's so incredibly strong.'
Is this the martial prowess of an S-class hero?
"Did you have any recent opportunities to significantly level up? What happened?"
"I purchased it from a demon merchant. I came across a great opportunity."
"Hmm."
For the first time, Isabella offered a friendly smile.
"I appreciate your honesty."
Well, if a student who had been ranked D in overall evaluation just a few days prior managed to raise their level and their stats skyrocketed by over 50 points, anyone would suspect a lie.
The truly astonishing thing was that the student council president seemed to know everything, just because we had sparred a little.
[Guided by Isabella]
["Martial Arts" rank has increased]
… I've only been receiving her guidance for a brief time, but my skill rank keeps rising.
"Is this fascinating?"
"Ah, a bit. I wonder if it's always this easy to learn."
"No way. I'm giving you a special lesson."
The student council president's unique class, tailored just for me.
"I have a girlfriend, Madam President."
"Let me reset that rotten brain of yours once."
"Ouch!"
Whirl!
Once more, I gracefully spin through the air and fall to the ground.
I'm not sure if my combat skills have improved, but I've mastered the art of falling in just an hour.
Now, as I soar through the air, I have enough composure to catch a glimpse of the student council president's lovely face.
She provocatively gazes at me, panting.
"The sun will set soon, yet there's no progress."
"Well… Madam President, you're just too strong."
"Do you mind if you end up trudging back home without obtaining a single stamp like this?"
"…No."
That's not acceptable.
"It's heartwarming to see you've found a girlfriend and are enjoying your time at school. If you weren't the sole blemish on this academy, I'd support you too."
"The only blemish..."
That's what I heard on my first day at school.
"Are you serious about doing things right? To erase all your old demerit points and remain at the academy with honor! You'll need to put up a stronger fight!"
Isabella's harsh words snapped me back to reality.
Is she genuinely challenging me?
"That's unfair."
"I've been more than lenient with you."
"No, I mean, I have a girlfriend, and the student council president is a woman, but my abilities are quite limited."
"…Oh. So, are you saying that if you use all that meager power, you can win?"
"Not a chance."
I'm unaware of the student council president's true potential.
However, as an S-class hero acknowledged by the city of Seoul, the president reveals her true strength when facing villains.
She's undoubtedly more powerful than any wizard I've ever encountered. Even coming close to her would be impossible.
"However, if it's merely touching the student council president's body, I believe it's possible."
"Heh heh heh…"
The student council president laughed with genuine amusement.
He had laughed like that when I declared I would venture into society as a Class D and make a living.
A delightful sneer at the naïveté of an ignorant fool.
"Shall I proceed in earnest? Just remember, you can't hold me accountable for what transpires here."
"Feeling confident, are you? Go ahead and try. If you touch my body, I'll grant you two stamps."
The student council president might be right in all cases.
Even if I don't know about OnaAka,
He likely knows more about the world within OnaAka than I do.
Nevertheless, there is one thing I can teach this heroine.
If you boast about winning unconditionally, you might end up scolded and humiliated.
Such is the truth of the world.
[Lucky Skebe, ON]
[Reality Manipulation Strength: Very Weak]
"…"
As expected, Isabella is an S-class hero.
With an animal-like intuition, she senses that something will happen from my mere breathing, even without knowing the nature of my power.
Sharp as the tip of a well-honed blade.
By ordinary means, she remains unreachable.
"There will be no arguing later, Student Council President."
"I shall concede the first strike."
In that case, what about Lucky Skeve?
The power to manipulate reality, forcibly creating an erotic event between the heroine and me. Lucky Skeve.
Even the Student Council President, who believes she has the upper hand, is lightly chastised and acknowledged, earning a stamp for a job well done.
Three birds with one stone.
However, the intensity of reality manipulation is minimized.
Should it be pushed to the limit, I would find myself having sex with Isabella immediately.
Ironically, I must show restraint towards Isabella in this instance.
For it to end with a mere bout of sparring and a lesson learned.
What if the intensity were to be maxed out?
It would be condomless, creampie sex with the Student Council President. Even if she were to realize beforehand and flee with all her might, it would be futile.
[「Perception·Red」Activation]
The Student Council President maintains a flawless stance. She likely believes that as long as she remains unshaken, nothing I do will matter.
It was not her weakness to perceive the hidden. Indeed, there was no discernible vulnerability in the student council president's demeanor. Even if there were, it would be impossible to exploit it at my current level.
'However, what I see is...'
It was a crimson skeleton, visible only through a red-tinged lens, in a world otherwise obscured.
In the skeleton's hand, countless threads were stretched and woven, ensnaring the entire space like a spider's web, undetected by even the student council president herself.
…
'Could one of these innumerable threads represent the possibility of having sex with the student council president?'
Or perhaps every thread signified that very possibility?
I focused my mind and consciousness, striving to identify the weakest link in the intricate web.
'Rape is not an option. Rape is…'
An image of gently scolding Isabella...
[6 seconds later: Isabella's humiliating breastfeeding play ♡]
I found it. Lucky Skebe's thread!
In my mind, I transformed the single thread I discovered in my piercing—no, "My Penetrating World"—into reality.
I surrendered my body, feeling as though I was being drawn into the vivid imagery before me.
There was only one path to "nursing play"!
"Haahh!"
I shouted and charged forward.
"Charging without thinking, huh? No improvement whatsoever."
Sara-rak.
She was the student council president who had even given me a lesson on tying knots, but as soon as I lunged at her, the knot in her uniform came undone. Initially, I wouldn't have been able to breach the space around the student council president, but her disarray allowed me to penetrate deeper. Perhaps she wouldn't have been so shaken if only her clothes had come undone.
The student council president was of the "a nipple patch is enough" mindset when it came to working out!
However, one should never underestimate Lucky Cockebe.
What if the nipple patch had fallen off as well?
In such an improbable scenario,
She would have realized her nipples were exposed!
"Eeek!"
Two seconds had passed.
Nonetheless, Isabella mustered her strength, attempting to pull me towards her and toss me to the opposite side. Originally, my presence was so inconsequential that I would have been easily flung away, but now I was competing with Isabella, albeit slightly. It was all thanks to the 『Martial Arts』 lesson she had just given me.
The feeling of urgency in her actions was evident.
Instead of resisting her weight, I pulled Isabella closer to me.
Had her crimson eyes not accurately deciphered Isabella's movements, it would have been impossible to counter them with martial arts techniques.
This only delayed the inevitable by a mere 0.1 second.
"Ah!"
Isabella instantly regained her balance and pinned me to the floor.
In the end, my defeat was delayed by only one to two seconds, but...
The student council president appeared to be certain of victory, as she had me subdued in a mounted position.
"It's my victory."
That was her mistake.
As long as it was a "Dalyeon" match, it was obvious she wouldn't immediately swing her fist and finish me off just because she had a mounted position.
Isabella chose a stance that involved leaning over me, pressing both arms to the floor, seeking my submission,
I patiently waited and took Isabella's breast into my mouth.
*Suck.*
"…!"
As though repaying her for the hits I had taken, I eagerly sucked and nibbled on Isabella's nipple.
Delicious!
"Slurp, slurp, slurp!"
Gazing up at the student council president with brazen, defiant eyes, I can't help but think: Look! I've won. My body may be immobilized and my arms pinned down, but I'm vigorously licking Isabella's breasts without inhibition. It's a shame I don't have two mouths at this very moment.
Fearing her refusal to grant me the coveted stamp, I frantically increase the number of times I strike her nipple with my eager tongue.
Lap, lap, lap, lap.
Slurp. Sluuurp. Slurp…
Isabella casts a cold glance down at me, which only serves to fuel my fervor as I continue to lick.
What is it?
Isn't this a possibility, after all?
"Are you going to claim you've touched my body with just that?"
"Lap, lap, lap, lap."
"…"
I am, though. Right now! Touching the student council president's precious nipples. Suck as much as you dare! Sluuurp! Sluuurp!
"It's unbelievable…"
"Do you admit your defeat? Slurp… Sluuurp… Slurp…"
"…"
Perhaps it's too preposterous for her to even ask me to stop. The student council president continues to let me have my way, holding my arm down while I feast upon her breasts. Oh no, my cock is swelling from the excitement.
This can't be right, can it?
"Get lost!" I exclaimed as I hit the floor like a scene from a romantic comedy.
I even imagined myself saying, "Haha, don't accept such proposals carelessly," as I coolly turned my back.
In reality, the atmosphere after "Lucky Skebe" had swept through was quite tense, and I continued with my intense sexual advances just as I had before.
*Chew. Chew. Chew.*
*Slurp, slurp…*
Having nothing else to do, I kept on sucking.
"…Huh? Mr. President? Huh…?"
"Well, it's true that I touched your body."
Impossible.
Was I thinking of an excuse because I didn't want to admit defeat?
While sucking on the breast, I watch what the student council president will say.
"I possess the right to live and die... In this situation, you… umm…"
*Chew, chew.*
Is the student council president flustered right now?
While sucking on the breast, I notice the president's confusion.
*Chew, chew!*
"So, um, this time's judgment is..."
"It's embarrassing to be stubborn."
"It's not that I'm being stubborn; I'm raising a reasonable objection."
It was supposed to be okay as long as I touched the body.
I never imagined it would come to this.
"How can you consider this a touch when it's not even remotely an attack?"
"I could just nip it, you know."
"Before that, I'll hit you. Go ahead and try."
Nibble nibble.
Instead of biting, I gently hook the nipple with the tip of my teeth and give it a slightly forceful caress.
At that, Isabella's hips jolt upwards.
Ah, so you like that, do you?
"That's not biting."
"Mmm-hmm."
Nibble nibble~
A caress with a hint of intensity.
Why attack such lovely breasts? They should be adored and cherished.
"So you're saying you can't concede?"
"It was faster for me to subdue you. Rather than letting it come to this, That's what matters."
Ah, I see.
So the student council president's victory was decided first? And the nipple sucking came after?
"In reality, I wouldn't have even been able to lift my face. I would have struck right away.
As I continue suckling,
I listen to the student council president's ongoing excuses.
"If that's how it is, you should have established clear rules. Slurp slurp."
"Exactly, before I let you have my bosom... By rendering you powerless first, My victory…"
Chew, chew. Gulp, gulp.
Shall I accommodate you more? How about that?
"Is it not over yet?"
"Surely, you don't believe you can escape, do you?"
If it weren't the student council president restraining me, but a woman skilled in martial arts instead, I might have been able to lift her off with sheer force by arching my back.
After all, the student council president's weight isn't that heavy compared to mine.
But I can tell by the sensation. She's holding me tightly, ensuring there's no chance of escape.
Then, how about this?
The moment I opened my mouth wide and bared my teeth as if I were going to bite her nipple,
The student council president casually pressed my head down with one arm.
During that brief window, I grabbed her waist with my newly freed hand.
"What's your plan? Are you intending to give me a waist massage? Go on if you want your head crushed just like this."
There's no need for such measures.
"Personality Expulsion."
I placed my thumb on the student council president's abdomen and clicked her uterus.
As if pressing a switch.
"Personality Expulsion: Uterus Click."
"Hmmph!?"
The student council president, who had been overpowering me with great force, let out an unfamiliar yet adorable and suggestive cry before collapsing on top of me.