Chapter 57: The Student Council President and a Kiss [R-18]
by Meher“Stamp my card, please.”
I took out my problem-student calendar.
[You did a great job♡]
[You did a great job♡]
[You did a great job♡]
Isabella stamped it not once, but three times!
Ooh! The rewards are great!
“Well done, Kim Sang-hyeok.”
“Are you feeling okay?”
“…It was a bit disgusting. But you handled it cleanly.”
It seems that despite the messy appearance, she acknowledged my clean work ethic.
Isabella even extended her hand to me.
An unexpected request for a handshake!
“I acknowledge you as a Hero. Onahole Man.”
“…Is it really okay for society to have a Hero who catches villains like this?”
Isn’t this a bit too risqué?
Not to mention, it’s fucking vulgar…
“Every Hero has their own preferred methods, and we tend to respect each other’s. However…”
[Kushina’s Jelly trembles flirtatiously.]
“…Ugh… For the time being, you are only to operate under my direct supervision.”
“…Understood.”
It’s just a provisional license, after all…
Besides, I have no intention of making a career out of being a Hero.
This is only until the problem-student process is over.
“Also, I will use my authority as Student Council President to erase all of your demerits.”
“Really?”
“Your ability to capture a villain will become known to the world. There’s no use trying to hide it…”
“No, no, no. I was planning on doing this part-time and then retiring.”
Isabella let out a small smile.
It felt like the first time she had ever shown me such a pure smile.
She’s beautiful…
“It won’t be that easy to do as you please, Kim Sang-hyeok.”
“…In that case, should I reconsider my Hero name?”
“Onahole Man suits you best.”
She seemed to really enjoy calling me Onahole Man.
“Heh heh…”
Well, if it made Isabella smile, then I’m okay with it.
Growl.
Right on cue, the beggar in my stomach cried out.
The sun was beginning to set.
“I promised to buy you a meal. Shall we go for a team dinner?”
“Yes!”
Become an onahole!!
Poof!
I turned Kushina’s Jelly into an onahole and collected it, along with her body, into the 「Onahole Inventory」.
『Onahole Inventory』
A sub-inventory that can store an infinite number of onaholes. Cleanliness is automatically managed, and the holes are always maintained at an optimal temperature.
I figured her personality wouldn’t degrade inside the Ona-Inventory.
“Fascinating. Can you store them as well?”
“It’s because Kushina is classified as an onahole.”
As I was putting her into the 「Ona-Inventory」, Kushina’s lower half was sticking out, her legs dangling in the air as if she were stuck in a wall.
I pushed on Kushina’s butt, shoving her the rest of the way in.
“For now, just hold onto it. Then, use the Hero app to call an employee from the Correction Bureau, hand it over, and receive your reward.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
[『Villain Onahole Collection』 Complete!]
[You have collected the A-rank Onahole Villain, Kushina.]
[Stat Bonus]
[Strength +5]
[Agility +5]
Oh, a collection bonus.
I started to think that being a perverted Hero might not be so bad after all.
“So, where are we going?”
“Please buy me some samgyeopsal, Madam President.”
“Sam… gyeopsal?”
“You’ve never had samgyeopsal before?”
Isabella crossed her arms and nodded.
If you live in Korea and have never eaten samgyeopsal, aren’t you basically a spy?
Just what kind of noble diet has this body been raised on?
“Then let’s go eat.”
Nod.
Isabella quietly followed me.
It felt incredibly strange, the idea of me leading Isabella around.
A quick glance at her profile revealed the face of a haughty noble lady. If I were walking around with a girlfriend like this, how high would my ego soar?
I wouldn’t even envy an emperor.
Right now, I was the coolest guy in the world.
Isabella was the kind of woman who could make you feel that way just by standing next to you with her back straight.
Taking a woman like her to a samgyeopsal place felt a bit wrong, though.
But right now, my appetite came first.
I found a samgyeopsal restaurant in an underground shopping arcade and went inside.
I subtly checked Isabella’s reaction.
In my estimation, a heroine of Isabella’s type…
“You brought me to a lowly place that stinks of pork?”
…wouldn’t be out of character to explode like that.
But Isabella was more docile than I had ever seen her.
She looked around awkwardly, as if seeing a samgyeopsal joint for the first time, then tucked her hair behind her ear before her eyes met mine.
…Breathtakingly beautiful.
The samgyeopsal restaurant was definitely not a fitting backdrop for her.
She looked like she belonged in a five-star hotel lounge, gracefully swirling a wine glass.
Her equestrian-style uniform already made her look like nobility, but her elegant face transformed the atmosphere of the restaurant into something like a concept photoshoot.
“Are you going to order? Weren’t you hungry?”
“I’ll order four servings.”
“I don’t eat that much.”
“You’re supposed to order a little more than you think you’ll eat here. The meat shrinks when you cook it.”
“Is that so… This is my first time. I’ll leave the etiquette to you.”
Etiquette?
Etiquette for a samgyeopsal place?
…Like, the side dishes are self-serve?
“I’ll do the grilling, so you just enjoy the food.”
“…”
Isabella stared intently as the grill was placed on our table.
Tssssss. Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle.
I placed the pork belly on the grill first, then cut it with scissors once it seemed cooked enough.
As garlic and kimchi were added to the sizzling pork fat, a heavenly aroma stimulated my stomach.
“Looks delicious, doesn’t it?”
“…”
Isabella remained expressionless.
Well, she did ask if I’d really eat with her in a private setting…
Does she normally eat things so delicious that samgyeopsal seems pathetic in comparison?
“I’ll put the cooked pieces here, so please eat. Just a moment…”
While I was getting water and side dishes from the self-serve bar, the portion of meat I had grilled for the president vanished.
Oho?
“…”
Chew, chew.
Isabella’s cheeks were moving, just slightly.
“Is it good?”
Just as I thought.
Even an S-rank Hero can’t resist freshly grilled samgyeopsal.
A faint blush appeared on Isabella’s cheeks.
“…Hmph.”
“Try the doenjang-jjigae, too. And the rice…”
“I don’t eat carbohydrates… And this meat has too much fat.”
“But it’s delicious, right?”
“…”
Isabella took a small spoonful of the cheat-code doenjang-jjigae, which was loaded with beef brisket, and then, as if a dam had broken, she began to devour the rice and meat.
She eats so heartily!
Maybe I should have some, too…
I took one bite and noticed the meat on the grill had visibly dwindled.
“Hah…”
Isabella seemed to be quite taken with the samgyeopsal.
“Ma’am! Five more servings over here, please!”
Flinch.
The blush on Isabella’s cheeks deepened.
“You… you’re a good griller. It seems to require quite a bit of skill.”
“Yep~ I’ve grilled a bit in my time. Here. Have some garlic and kimchi with it.”
“I can’t… be the only one eating so much…”
“You’re paying anyway, aren’t you, Madam President? I’m going to eat a lot, too.”
“That’s right…”
Glint.
I saw the beast of appetite hidden within Isabella’s blue eyes.
With breasts that size, it never made sense that she wouldn’t eat carbs and fat…
Without spilling a drop, Isabella promptly put the meat I grilled into her mouth. Nom, nom.
“Hahm… hoo… hoah…”
Heh heh.
I’m filling the Student Council President’s belly!
The samgyeopsal on the grill disappeared at a terrifying speed; I spent nearly the entire time just cooking.
“This tastes as wicked as a villain…”
I enjoyed watching Isabella eat, so I kept serving her.
“Ma’am, please keep the meat coming without a break.”
“My, the young lady has a healthy appetite~!”
“…”
Isabella’s ears turned red.
“I’m just going to get some fresh air…”
She stepped outside for a moment to stop herself from inhaling the pork, but when she returned, the sight of the plump, dark-brown pieces of meat I had grilled to perfection made her chopsticks move busily once more.
“Oomph… oom.”
“You have to eat fatty meat like this every once in a while.”
“Mhm. Oomph.”
Isabella nodded.
“Ma’am, two bottles of soju over here, please.”
“I don’t drink.”
“You can’t drink at all? You’re weaker than you look, Madam President.”
“…It’s not that I can’t drink at all.”
“Here, here. Let’s see. Bottoms up.”
Two bottles quickly became three, then four.
“It’s time to go home…”
I supported the staggering Isabella.
“Are you okay?”
“Mm… The coins… here…”
40 Coins.
We ate a lot together.
“What’s your home address?”
“I can just call my driver…”
Isabella unlocked her smartphone, her fingers fumbling as she called someone.
I had her sit on a park bench for a moment.
“Let’s rest here for a bit.”
“Mmm…”
“Why did you drink more than you can handle?”
“It was… delicious…”
“…”
Isabella rested her head on my shoulder.
Did she fall asleep?
“Hoo… hmm… Ufufu♡ Onahole Maan♡”
Gasp!!
A surprise attack of drunken cuteness…!!
I almost clutched my heart and collapsed.
“Ung? Onahole Maan. It’s so stupid, it’s funny. Onahole Man♡ Ah-hheut…”
Isabella giggled like a little girl, then drifted off to sleep.
Even in her sleep, I could see her body was tense.
I bet if I tried to grope her breasts right now, a fist would come flying at me.
I couldn’t take that risk…
“Lean on me and rest.”
I lent her my shoulder and used 「Onahole Touch」.
“Hnngh…!”
The tension that had gripped Isabella’s body slowly melted away.
Onahole Touch for the ever-tense Student Council President…
Completely relaxed, she parted her legs slightly and leaned comfortably against my shoulder.
Her breathing deepened completely.
Isabella fell into a deep sleep.
“There now.”
I carefully took off my jacket and draped it over her so she wouldn’t get cold.
“You must have been really hungry.”
I calmly gazed at Isabella’s lovely face, leaning on my shoulder in full satisfaction after her samgyeopsal storm.
She was so beautiful I could look at her forever and not get tired.
About thirty minutes passed.
As I sat there motionlessly, letting Isabella sleep, I noticed a woman in a black suit approaching and stood up.
“Madam President. Wake up.”
“Nnngh… Five more minutes…”
Gak!!
Isabella’s childish pouting…!!
Realizing she wasn’t at home, Isabella’s eyes shot open.
“…What did I just say?”
“Ah, you didn’t say anything.”
“…”
“Miss. I’ve come to escort you.”
“Mm.”
Isabella flinched when she saw my jacket draped over her.
“Did I doze off… My apologies.”
“Go home and get some sleep.”
“What about you? You drank, too.”
“I can get home by myself.”
“Get in the car. I’ll give you a ride.”
A limousine?
I climbed into the back seat of a luxury car as long as a bus.
The interior was incredible. It looked so spacious and comfortable you could stretch your legs out and sleep.
Unbelievably, there was a bar inside. The driver’s seat was completely separated by a glass partition and wasn’t even visible.
…I want a car like this, too.
It would be perfect for taking my sisters to school.
I sank into a seat that was reminiscent of first class on an airplane.
The ride was exceptionally smooth, but for some reason, I found myself thinking that the hard bench where I had been pressed up against Isabella was much better.
“…”
“…”
Our eyes met at an awkward moment.
“…You’re a rich girl, Madam President.”
“I have plenty of Coins.”
“Thanks to you, I ate my fill.”
“Mm. It was my first time having commoner food. It wasn’t bad.”
I’ve never heard anyone put the word ‘commoner’ in front of ‘food’ before…
“For some reason, I only seem to show you my disheveled side…”
“I know, right? What’s an S-rank Hero doing getting drunk and passing out?”
“I didn’t pass out. If you had tried anything funny, I would have woken up immediately. But, in the middle of it…”
“…”
In the middle of it…?
Did she notice the Onahole Touch?
Isabella gave a soft smile.
“I had a nice dream.”
“…”
Phew.
“I think it was thanks to you.”
“Huh? What did I do?”
“I know you have a lot of things clinging to you.”
…I’m busted.
It seems she definitely knows about Lucky Pervert.
“Don’t worry. I’ll keep it a secret.”
My heart was pounding.
It was like Isabella had decided to be as lovely as possible today.
To think she was so on edge when we first met…
“You knew back then… that my clothes were going to come off. Didn’t you?”
“Yes…”
“Can you control it directly? Like that…”
“I can’t control it, but I acted within a predictable range of outcomes.”
I just figured that Isabella’s clothes coming off was the most common pattern in the dojo, and I moved accordingly.
“I see… Hhmm…”
[3 seconds until you kiss Isabella while grabbing her breast.]
Ah.
I didn’t turn off Lucky Pervert!!
“Madam President!”
The moment I sat up to warn her of the crisis, the car lurched violently.
Because of that, I fell backward, and a tipsy, cute-acting Isabella surrendered to inertia and flew into my arms.
Squeeze♡
Just as Lucky Pervert had guided, I ended up in a situation where I was groping Isabella’s breast while landing a pinpoint kiss on her lips.
Mwah…
“Oom… oom…?”
Drunk, Isabella’s eyes were unfocused, and she was slow to register what was happening.
In that time, smooch, smooch…
I kissed her without even realizing it…
Isabella’s eyes grew wider and wider.
I’m fucked!!
Just then, the driver’s voice came through the intercom.
“Miss, my apologies. Are you alright?”
Mwah…
Isabella’s eyes were wide open as our lips were still locked.
Slowly… slowly, she pulled her lips away.
“…What was that? Rachel.”
“The car jolted hard on a perfectly flat road. I suspect an external attack. Shall I investigate the cause?”
“No. I just figured out the cause. Keep driving. It’s nothing.”
“…Understood, Miss.”
“…”
[Lucky Pervert OFF]
“I’m sorry. I forgot to turn it off.”
“And how long do you plan on touching my breast?”
I hadn’t even thought to let go.
Was she only wearing nipple patches? The moment her braless breast landed in my hand, I had instinctively squeezed it.
A blissful sensation traveled up from my palm.
Still on top of me, Isabella nonchalantly pressed her hips against my crotch.
Huuuhhhck!!
“You keep getting this hard for a woman who isn’t even a villain. Are you really okay? Professional Hero Onahole Man.”
“Well… men get hard for pretty women…”
“This is why I have to supervise you for the time being. You’re a Hero who could reveal his rapist tendencies at any moment.”
“…”
Squeeze.
Isabella pressed her hips down firmly.
Knggghh…
“Understand? Hehe… Onahole Man.”
“…Yes. I’ll accept your supervision.”
I’m a problem student, after all. For now…
Don’t talk back.
Looking satisfied, Isabella moved off of me.
Phew…
I was in big trouble with this hard-on.
It was a damn relief the driver couldn’t see me groping Isabella’s breast with a rock-hard dick.
Unless we spoke through the intercom, the driver had no idea what was happening on our side.
The limo was as long as a bus, and a glass partition blocked the middle of the vehicle.
I played dumb and got out when we arrived in front of my house.
Isabella didn’t get out, simply looking up at me from her seat.
“I’ll be calling for you tomorrow, too. Onahole Man.”
“You’re starting to enjoy it, aren’t you? Calling me Onahole Man.”
“…”
The car door closed without a word.
So annoying…
Rachel drove off with Miss Isabella.
I couldn’t believe what had just happened.
Isabella, leaning against me so favorably.
It feels like my relationship with the uptight Student Council President, which had been at a complete standstill, has just progressed dramatically. Right?
‘Lucky Pervert, your timing is perfect…!!’
In the dead of night, I secretly clenched my fist and trembled with joy.
Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)
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