Chapter 218: Oh My, the Pretty Girl President is a Fan of Personality Excretion [R-18]

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Lunchtime.

For some reason, I was craving a warm broth and noodle combo today, so I chose udon.

Hena, who came with me, picked cockle bibimbap, while Yuuna chose a volkatsu, which she held in one hand as she ate and scrolled through her phone.

“Looks like everyone had a rough time this morning with their coordinates getting scrambled.”

“Does this kind of thing happen often?”

“Hmm~~ Well, during a Gravity Wave enhancement period? The higher the rank, the greater the anomalies.”

Yuuna put her phone down and offered me her volkatsu.

“Want a bite?”

I took one right away.

Just as I’d hoped, the inside was moist and warm. The minced meat and finely diced onions packed inside filled my mouth, the rich flavor of the meat blending perfectly with the subtle sweetness of the onion.

“Sang-hyeok. Try this, too.”

I accepted a spoonful of Hena’s well-mixed cockle bibimbap.

The plump cockles felt like they were bursting with every chew.

“Mmm, mmm.”

Nodding repeatedly, I chewed and swallowed everything, then ladled some of my own udon into serving bowls and passed them to the two of them.

Exchanging food had become a familiar, established routine for us.

“The rewards get bigger too, so I guess it’s a good thing,” Yuuna said.

“Did something happen in there?”

“I ran into Dihrit. Then Gu-nam after that.”

I estimated the dungeon to be about A-rank.

The Dryad’s Apostle that appeared at the end was A+-rank, after all.

“Hena and I were in a C-rank one! How strong was it?”

“It was easy. I asked Si-eun to take care of it.”

“Hmph. ‘Si-eun’?”

Oops.

Yuuna had mentioned she didn’t really like her.

“Well, it’s fine. We’re getting stronger, too. Right, Hena?”

“Yeah!”

I decided it was best to just keep my mouth shut here, rather than vaguely defending Si-eun by saying something like, “She’s a villain, but she’s actually a good person.”

Just because I was sleeping with Si-eun didn’t mean everyone else had to like her. I couldn’t expect that.

“If you can… try to rely on your teammates more… than the villain onaholes.”

“…”

For a moment, Yuuna glanced at me and mumbled.

“Oh, I mean, a situation like today couldn’t be helped. We were separated and all…”

“No, Yuuna’s right.”

I took Yuuna’s hand and squeezed it.

“If anything happens, you guys will be the first ones I rely on.”

“…Yeah. Thanks…”

Yuuna had every right to say that to me.

It was desirable for the onaholes to get along. They worked together, face-to-face.

Kushina and Kang Si-eun even shared a living space inside the 『Onahole Inventory』, a personal dimension for the onaholes where their sense of time was blurred.

But I figured it was inevitable that my girlfriends would feel distant and wary of the onahole group.

I was the one who had made that distinction.

In this fucking vulgar world that says every pussy is just a hole for pleasurably wiping down a dick, this was the risk I had to bear for trying to have girlfriends.

I had a desire to grant their wishes and make them happy.

And…

What Yuuna wanted was…

“Villain onaholes are fine, but please pay a little more attention to me.”

What kind of boyfriend wouldn’t want to grant such an admirable wish?

“Are you done saying everything you want to your boyfriend? Hmm?”

“…Ugh, ugh. Stop teasing me.”

“Feed me another bite of volkatsu.”

“Ah, aaah.”

After we finished our meal and were on our way back to class, I hugged Hena from behind and waddled along.

I was soothing my disappointment at not being able to openly touch her breasts by rubbing her stomach instead.

“…Don’t. My tummy’s sticking out because I just ate.”

“Tsk. Present that cute little tummy.”

I don’t know why it feels so good to touch my girlfriend’s belly…

Is it because it’s a strategic point from which I can advance either up or down?

“Hmph, hmph…”

The way she held her breath, trying to pretend she didn’t have a tummy, was so cute.

“Hey now, you’ll die if you don’t breathe~”

“Hmph… Hngh… Mmm… Mmph…”

Squeeze, squeeze…

I held Hena tight as she squirmed this way and that, continuing to rub her belly over her uniform.

Even the sigh she let out, as if in resignation, was lovely.

“It’s embarrassing… I’m not slim like Yuuna.”

“But being plump makes you more fun to hug, so I like it.”

“Really…?”

“That’s why I’m clinging to you instead of Yuuna.”

The slender Yuuna protested with a shout.

“Hey, hey! I’m confident I’d feel good to hug, too!”

“Our bones might clash…”

“I’m a G-cup! They won’t clash!”

G-cup?

Isn’t that the weakest among our girlfriends?

After seeing Hena’s magnificent K-cups, Yuuna pouted and turned her head away with a “Hmph.”

“Come here. I’ll hug you both.”

“…”

Swoosh.

I hugged both Yuuna and Hena at the same time.

Yuuna, held in my arms from behind, hugged my thick forearm tightly and kept fiddling with my hand.

“Your forearms are cheating… What’s with all these bulging veins…”

“I don’t know.”

I really didn’t.

I had no idea why my forearms were perpetually pumped.

My body always felt like it was aroused, which the women seemed to like.

Hena also clung to my arm, playing with it absentmindedly.

As we walked down the hall, students who passed by flinched upon seeing me with a girl on each arm.

Then they’d see my face and walk past with an expression that said, ‘Ah, it’s Kim Sang-hyeok.’

“…Did you see their faces just now?”

“…I saw.”

Yuuna and Hena looked up at me with shy faces.

“I think everyone knows we’re Kim Sang-hyeok’s girlfriends…”

“Why, is it bad if they know?”

“It’s not that, but… Ugh… My friends have been asking me lately…? Who the main girl is…”

“…Everyone is the main girl.”

I deftly dodged the question.

“Isn’t it the Student Council President? She’s the prettiest… Her boobs are big… and her butt, too…”

“Why don’t you ever consider that I might have been looking at the Student Council President’s character or her career?”

“That stuff is perfect anyway, so there’s no need to mention it.”

Unexpectedly, I found Isabella cute when she showed her dependent side to me.

But if I said that, I felt like Yuuna would get genuinely sulky, so I just smiled.

“I don’t really… like the Student Council President…”

Hena was the one who said it.

“Why, Hena?”

“Because… she tried to get you expelled…”

“…”

Ah, there was that time…

Honestly, I thought the President was just doing her job, but I didn’t know Hena still held it against her.

Back then, Hena had been submitting evidence to try and save me.

Perhaps she harbored an even deeper animosity.

Even that was lovely.

“I’m fine. I got everything I was owed from the President.”

“What did you get from me?”

The clubroom door opened, and the silver-haired, busty Student Council President appeared!

Yuuna and Hena jumped in surprise.

“You weren’t answering your phone, so I came here. I figured I’d find you.”

“Is something wrong?”

“I need you to come with me. It’s urgent.”

“…”

Squeeze.

Yuuna and Hena grabbed my arms as if to say, “Don’t go.”

“Does Sang-hyeok still have to be monitored by you, President?”

“And you are?”

“I… I’m Nakamori Yuuna. A second-year.”

“Hena Isis… I am.”

The President strode over and stood before us.

She wasn’t much taller than Hena, but standing with her back perfectly straight, the President intimidated both Hena and Yuuna with her unique charisma.

She probably didn’t intend to overpower them…

But that’s what naturally happens when you’re met with that chilling gaze of hers…

“This isn’t monitoring, it’s a special privilege. I hope there’s no misunderstanding. The academy already trusts Kim Sang-hyeok.”

“Then instead of just dragging him away like this…”

“Should I get his girlfriends’ permission?”

“…Hmph…”

Isabella, you’re so mischievous…

“I’m joking.”

“What!? A-A joke?”

“At the academy, I may be your senior, but as a girlfriend, I was your junior, wasn’t I?”

Yuuna looked surprised for several reasons.

After hearing that line.

“So you two are really dating…”

“Yes.”

Isabella cleanly acknowledged her relationship with me and smiled.

“I hear I’m the seventh.”

Yuuna’s lips jutted out in a pout.

“Tch, she even got a good number…”

“Looks like I’ve really gotten on my junior’s bad side.”

“Well, that’s because you’re always calling for me, Isabella.”

Hena, who had been looking down silently, made eye contact with Isabella.

The two of them had completely opposite temperaments and personalities…

“You are…”

“…A second-year, Hena Isis.”

Isabella extended her hand as if to offer a handshake.

“I know. You’re Kim Sang-hyeok’s childhood friend, right?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry about back then. For not trying to properly listen to your story.”

“…”

I squeezed Hena’s hand, giving her the courage to speak.

“Hena. Are you going to accept the President’s apology?”

“…I’ll be watching you.”

“So, what’s your business today?”

“It’s not my business. The one who summoned you is a VVIP.”

Huh?

A VVIP summons? What’s going on?

“I’ll be taking charge of Kim Sang-hyeok for a moment.”

“…Take him…”

Yuuna released her grip on my arm as if handing me over.

“I’ll be right back after I hear what this is about. You two wait in the clubroom. If I’m not back, just go to class.”

“Okay. Got it.”

Hena nodded silently.

“This way.”

And so, I followed Isabella.

We headed to the third-year area, a place I’d never been before.

Just how far did this damn campus stretch? All the buildings I’d only heard about, said to rival the imperial palace, were gathered here.

“Who is this VVIP that summoned me?”

“You’ll know when you see.”

Seridwen is a professor at Essol, so she wouldn’t be called a VVIP.

Have I ever had a reason to meet someone like that…?

The President led me past a building bristling with security devices and into a place that looked like a hotel suite.

It’s my first time seeing a room that takes up an entire floor…

The ceiling was so high I found myself looking around like a country bumpkin, when I saw someone sitting on the terrace, waiting for me.

…She’s beautiful.

With elegant, celadon-blue hair, I could tell she was beautiful from her silhouette alone.

If this were a blind date, I would’ve proposed on the spot.

The way she sat was incredibly graceful.

When she turned to face me, her innocent face with its dark, defined eyebrows was even prettier.

She wore a white mini-dress that exposed her shoulders, her half-up hair fastened with a bongjam—a hairpin with a phoenix decoration.

At most, she looked to be in her early twenties.

My eyes went slack as I stared at her blankly. She must have been shy under my blatant gaze, as she turned her head away.

“Your Excellency, the President, I have brought student Kim Sang-hyeok.”

…?

What Excellency?

“Good work, Isabella. I’ll see you later.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

At first, I thought it was a hidden camera prank.

But seeing Isabella’s dead-serious demeanor and the girl responding to the title “Your Excellency, the President,” I swallowed hard.

When a person is this flustered, words fail them. I just stood there, mouth agape and eyes blinking, and before I knew it, we were alone…

No, not quite.

The bodyguards standing in front of the terrace approached me and began to search my body.

“Don’t do that, mister.”

“It’s standard procedure, Princess.”

“…”

‘Princess?’

I felt dizzy, as if I’d been hit a second time.

Who would have ever imagined that I, transmigrated into a vulgar eroge, would come face-to-face with the female president of Korea, who is called ‘Princess’ no less…!!

‘Wait, in a setting like this, shouldn’t the head of state have already cut and run?’

Is the President seriously appearing as a heroine?

[Analyzing Onahole Aptitude]

Aaargh! No! Stop it!! En-chan!!!

I squeezed my eyes shut.

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Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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