Chapter 43 – Six Seconds Until the Humiliating Breastfeeding Play

"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.

*

*

EXTRA 20+ CHAPTERS and ARTS!!!!!!

If you want more chapters and arts consider supporting me at 

https://www.patreon.com/SUN_MOON_EARTH