"Please stamp it."
I took out my interest-student calendar.
[Well done?]
[Well done?]
[Well done?]
Isabe stamped it with "Well done" three times! Oh, what a guaranteed reward!
"Good job, Kim Sang-hyuk."
"Are you alright?"
"… It''s a bit disgusting, but your work was neat."
It may appear somewhat off, but my skill in handling the task seems to have been acknowledged. Isabe extended her hand to me with an unexpected handshake request!
"I will acknowledge you as a hero, Onahole Man."
"Is it eptable for a hero in society to catch viins like this?"
Isn''t that level too high? Moreover, it''s obscenely vulgar.
"Each hero has their own preferred method of handling situations, and we tend to respect one another. However…"
[Kushina Jelly yfully shivers her body]
"…Ugh… For now, do it only under my guidance and supervision."
"…Understood."
It''s a "mask license," after all.
Furthermore, I have no intention of pursuing heroics as a profession.
It is only until the end of the interested student process.
"Additionally, I will erase all four of your penalty points at the discretion of the student council president."
"Really?"
"Your ability to apprehend the viin will be known to the world. Hiding it would be futile."
"No, no, no. I''m nning to approach it like a part-time job and then retire."
Isabe grins faintly.
I thought it was the first time she showed me such a pure smile.
She''s beautiful…
"It won''t go your way, Kim Sang-hyuk."
"Then, shall we reconsider the hero name at this juncture?"
"Onahole Man suits you best."
She must have really enjoyed calling me Onahole Man.
"Heh heh…"
Well, if it made Isabe smile, that''s fine.
My stomach rumbles.
At just the right moment, the beggar within my stomach cried out.
The day is also drawing to a close.
"I promised to buy you a meal. Do you want to go out for dinner?"
"Yes!"
Be an Onahole!!
Poof!
Kushina jelly is transformed into an onahole and collected in the "Onahole Inventory" along with the main body.
**Onahole Inventory**: A sub-inventory capable of infinitely storing onaholes. Cleanliness is managed automatically, and the holes are always maintained at the optimal temperature. Inside the Ona-Inven, the wear on one''s personality would be eptable.
"It''s incredible. Can it store them too?"
"Kushina is a judge of onaholes."
While cing it in the "Ona-Inven," Kushina''s lower half appeared as though it was stuck to the wall, with only her legs extending out into the air. I firmly pressed on Kushina''s buttocks and pushed it all inside her.
"Then, for now, keep it with you. Call the corrections department staff through the Hero app, hand it over to them, and receive the reward."
"Yes."
[**Viin Onahole Collection**pleted!]
[Collected A-grade Onahole Viin Kushina]
[Stat Bonus]
[Strength +5]
[Agility +5]
Ah, a collection bonus. I thought that being a perverted hero wasn''t such a bad idea after all.
"So, where are we going?"
"Please buy me some pork belly, Chairman."
"Pork belly?"
"Have you never had pork belly before?"
Isabe crossed her arms and nodded.
If you''ve never tasted pork belly while living in Korea, are you not a spy?
Such a noble diet you must have grown up on.
"Well, let''s go eat."
With a nod, Isabe followed me quietly.
The sensation of leading Isabe around felt incredibly strange.
Stealing a nce at her profile, she resembled a haughty nobledy. If one were to have a girlfriend like this, their pride would surely soar. Even an emperor would be envious.
At this moment, I am the most sessful man in the world.
Isabe, simply by standing tall beside me, made me feel that way. Though it felt a bit odd to bring a woman like her to a pork belly restaurant,.
But now, my appetite takes precedence.
I found a pork belly eatery in an underground shopping center and entered.
I surreptitiously observed Isabe.
In my estimation, a heroine like Isabe would
"Did you bring me to a ce that reeks of swine and is so lowly?"
It wouldn''t be surprising if she exploded in a simr fashion.
Yet Isabe was more subdued than I had ever seen her before.
Isabe looked around the pork belly restaurant with an air of unfamiliarity, as if she had never seen such a ce before. As she brushed her hair behind her ear, our eyes met.
…Breathtakingly beautiful.
Undoubtedly, the setting of a pork belly restaurant didn''t suit her at all.
She seemed more fitting for a scene where she''d be gracefully tilting a wine ss in the lounge of a five-star hotel.
Though her riding attire contributed to her aristocratic appearance, it was her elegant face that transformed the atmosphere of the pork belly restaurant, making it feel like a concept photo shoot.
"Your order? Weren''t you hungry?"
"I''ll order four servings."
"I don''t eat that much."
"Here, it''s customary to order more than you''d usually eat. When you grill meat, the amount decreases."
"I see… It''s my first time. I''ll leave the etiquette to you."
Etiquette?
Etiquette in a pork belly restaurant?
… Well, serving yourself the side dishes, perhaps?
"I''ll handle the grilling, so just enjoy your meal."
"…"
Isabe watched intently as the grill heated up.
Sizzling. Sizzling.
I ced the pork belly on the grill first, and when it seemed sufficiently cooked, I cut it with scissors.
As garlic and kimchi were added to the sizzling pork fat, an overwhelming aroma stimted the appetite.
"It''s going to be delicious."
"...."
Isabe remains expressionless.
Well, I did ask if she''d like to eat something with me in private.
Does she usually indulge in something as delectable as pork belly?
"I''ll leave the cooked pieces here for you to eat. Just a moment."
While I fetch some water and side dishes myself,
The portion of the chairman''s meat that I had prepared disappeared.
Oh?
"...."
Chewing.
Isabe''s cheeks move ever so slightly.
"Is it good?"
Indeed.
Even an S-ss hero can''t resist freshly grilled pork belly.
Isabe''s cheeks blush faintly.
"…Mmm."
"Try the doenjang jjigae too. And some rice."
"I don''t eat carbohydrates... And this meat is too fatty."
"But it''s delicious, right?"
"...."
Isabe takes a small bite of the hearty doenjang jjigae,den with generous pieces of beef brisket. It seems as if her taste buds explode, and she begins to savor the rice and meat with gusto.
She''s eating so well!
I should try some too. Ah!
I took a single bite, and the meat on the grill noticeably diminished.
"Ah… "
Isabe appeared to be quite fond of the pork belly.
"Auntie! Please give us five more servings."
She flinched.
Isabe''s blush deepened.
"Ah, you''re good at grilling. It seems you''ve got some skills."
"Yes, I''ve grilled before. Now, let''s have some garlic and kimchi as well."
"I can''t possibly eat it all alone."
"Well, the president is paying for it anyway, right? I''m going to eat too. A lot."
"That''s true…"
With a gleam in her eye,
I caught a glimpse of the ravenous beast lurking within Isabe''s blue eyes.
It made no sense for someone of her size not to consume carbohydrates and fats.
Isabe didn''t waste a single morsel, promptly putting the grilled meat I had prepared into her mouth.
"Ahem… Haa… Haaa…"
I couldn''t help but chuckle.
I was stuffing the student council president''s belly!
The pork belly on the grill shrank at an rming rate, leaving little time to cook more.
"It has a wickedly delicious taste, just like a viin."
Watching Isabe savor the meat brought me joy, so I continued serving her.
"Auntie, please don''t cut the meat."
"The youngdy has quite an appetite!"
"…"
Isabe''s ears turn red.
"I''ll step out for some fresh air."
She returns after a brief break from devouring pork belly, but as the plump, dark brown pieces of meat I''ve grilled unt their allure, her chopsticks resume their busy movements.
"Mmm… Mm."
"Sometimes, you need to indulge in such rich, greasy meat."
"Mm. Mmmm."
Isabe nods in agreement.
"Aunt, please bring us two bottles of soju."
"I don''t drink."
"Can''t handle it at all? You''re weaker than you appear, Chairman."
"It''s not that I can''t, entirely."
"Alright, let''s see. Just one drink."
In no time, two bottles be three, then four.
"It''s time to head home."
I support the unsteady Isabe.
"Are you alright?"
"Um… Coins… Here…"
40 coins.
We certainly enjoyed a hearty meal together.
"What''s your home address?"
"Just call a knight."
Isabe unlocks her smartphone and wiggles her fingers to make a call.
I have her sit on a park bench for a moment.
"Let''s rest here for a while."
"Mmm…"
"Why did you drink more than you could handle?"
"Tasty, so…"
"…"
Isabe leans her head on my shoulder.
Is she asleep?
"Whew… hmm… Woohoo? Onahole Man?"
Gasp!
A sudden endearing act while intoxicated!
I nearly copsed, clutching my heart.
"Huh? Onahole Man. It''s funny because it''s silly. Onahole Man? Ahaha…"
Isabeughs like a young girl and then drifts off to sleep.
Her body remains tense even while sleeping.
Perhaps if I were to touch her breast here, a fist woulde flying immediately.
I cannot take such a risk.
"Lean on me and rest."
I offer my shoulder and
use "Onahole Touch.".
"Ahh…!"
The tension in Isabe''s body, once tightly wound, gradually dissipates.
Applying the Onahole Touch to the ever-anxious student council president...
Completely rxed, she slightly parts her legs and restsfortably on my shoulder.
Breathing deepens entirely.
Isabe sumbed to a deep slumber.
"Ah."
Carefully, I remove my coat to cover her, ensuring her body temperature doesn''t drop.
"She must have been really hungry."
Having devoured a generous portion of pork belly and leaning on my shoulder inplete satisfaction, I quietly gaze upon Isabe''s lovely face. It''s so beautiful that it never grows tiresome to look at.
It must have been about 30 minutes. As Iy Isabe down without stirring, I notice a woman in a ck suit approaching and rising to my feet.
"Madam Chairwoman, please wake up."
"Uh… just five more minutes..."
Gasp!
Isabe''s innocent act...
Her eyes widen as she seems to realize that this is not her home.
"What did I just say?"
"Oh, you didn''t say anything."
"…"
"Miss, I''vee to escort you."
"Hmm."
Upon seeing my coat draped over her, Isabe appears taken aback.
"I must have dozed off... I apologize."
"Please return home and get some rest."
"What about you? You''ve been drinking as well."
"I can make my way back alone."
"Get in the car. I''ll take you there."
A limousine?
I climb into the back seat of a luxury car as long as a bus.
The interior space is astounding. It looks so spacious andfortable that I could stretch out my legs and sleep.
Unbelievably, there''s a bar table inside. The driver''s seat ispletely separated by a ss partition, making it invisible.
''…I wish I had a car like this.''
It would be perfect for taking my younger sisters to school.
I entrust my body to a seat that evokes the first-ss section of an airne.
The ride is exceptional, but for some reason,
I can''t help but think that the hard bench I shared with Isabe was much better.
"…"
"…"
Our eyes meet at an odd moment.
"So, you were a rich youngdy. Mr. Chairman."
"We have plenty of coins."
"Thanks to you, I ate until I was full."
"Well. It''s my first time trying Commoner''s food, but it wasn''t bad."
It''s the first time I''ve heard someone say moner" in reference to food.
"In front of you, strangely enough, I only show a disheveled appearance."
"Exactly. What if an S-ss hero drinks and passes out?"
Our eyes meet again, and in that moment, the atmosphere begins to change.
"It didn''t extend. If it had been a foolish act, it would have happened immediately. But, in the midst of it..."
"…"
In the middle...
Did she perhaps notice the on-hole touch?
Isabe offered a gentle smile.
"I had a pleasant dream."
"…"
Sigh.
"I think it''s all thanks to you."
"What? What did I do?"
"I know you have plenty of tricks up your sleeve."
… I''ve been caught.
It seems Lucky Skebe has definitely been exposed.
"Don''t worry. I''ll keep it a secret."
My heart pounds wildly.
Today, Isabe appears to be determined to be charming.
She seemed so distant when we first met.
"As I thought back then... You knew my clothes woulde off, right?"
"Yes…"
"Do you control it yourself? In such a way..."
"I don''t control it; rather, it moves within the range that I can anticipate."
In the dojo, I had thought that Isabe''s clothesing off was the mostmon pattern, and I simply acted ordingly.
"I see… hehe…"
[3 seconds to touch Isabe''s breast and kiss her]
Oh no.
I didn''t turn off Lucky Skebe!!
"Chairman!"
As I tried to raise myself to warn of the impending danger, the car suddenly jolted violently.
Due to the force, I toppled backward, while Isabel, brimming with drunken allure, surrendered to inertia and tumbled into my embrace.
*Caress?*
In a scene orchestrated by Lucky Skeve,
I found myself locked in a passionate kiss with Isabel, my hands greedily kneading her supple breasts.
Squish…
"Uh… Um…?"
With her eyes unfocused from inebriation, Isabel was slow toprehend the unfolding events.
In the meantime, I couldn''t help but...
Kiss her unintentionally.
Isabel''s eyes gradually widened.
''Damn it!''
At that moment, the driver''s voice came through the inte.
"Miss, I apologize. Are you okay?"
Smack…
Isabel, with her eyes still wide open as our lips met, slowly, ever so slowly, pulled away.
"…What happened? Rachel."
"The car suddenly lurched where there was nothing. It''s suspected to be an external attack. Should we investigate the cause?"
"No. I just figured out the reason. Keep driving. It''s not a big deal."
"Understood, Miss."
"…"
[Lucky Skebe is off]
"Apologies, I forgot to turn it off."
"How long do you n on touching my breasts?"
I couldn''t bring myself to let go.
Could it just be the nipple patch? The moment her braless breasts filled my hand, I unconsciously grasped them tightly.
A delightful sensation courses through my palm.
Isabelle, maintaining her position atop me, carelessly grinds her hips against my erect member.
Ahhhh!!
"You keep getting hard on a woman who''s not even a viin. Is that really okay? Pro-Hero Onahole Man."
"Well, men tend to be erect around beautiful women."
"That''s precisely why I need to supervise and manage you for a while. You''re a hero who could reveal his rapist-like tendencies at any moment."
"…"
Squeeze.
Isabelle presses her buttocks against me.
Ugghhh…
"Understood? Hehe… Onahole Man."
"…Yes. I ept your supervision and management."
After all, I''m her student. Now…
I shouldn''t resist.
Isabelle dismounts from me, seemingly satisfied.
Phew…
My raging erection was nothing short of problematic.
It was a stroke of luck that the driver didn''t witness Isabe with my erect cock as I fondled her breasts.
Our situation would remain unknown to him unless we spoke over the inte.
The limousine, as long as a bus, had a ss screen dividing the middle of the vehicle, providing us with privacy.
I feigned innocence as I stepped out of the car in front of my house.
Isabe remained seated, her body rxed, as she looked up at me.
"I''ll call you tomorrow too, Onahole Man."
"Did you have fun? Being called Onahole Man, I mean."
"…"
The car door closed without another word.
I had hit the jackpot.
Rachel drove away, leaving with Lady Isabe in tow.
I couldn''t believe what had just transpired.
Isabe, so unexpectedly tender, had allowed me to explore her body.
The once imprable rtionship with the Student Council President seemed to have taken a dramatic turn for the better. Could it be?
''Lucky pervert, perfect timing!''
In the secrecy of the night, I tightly clenched my fists and trembled with joy.
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