Chapter 63 – The Student Council President and Chuchu

"Please stamp it."

I took out my interest-student calendar.

[Well done♡]

[Well done♡]

[Well done♡]

Isabella 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. Isabella extended her hand to me with an unexpected handshake request!

"I will acknowledge you as a hero, Onahole Man."

"Is it acceptable for a hero in society to catch villains 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 playfully 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 villain will be known to the world. Hiding it would be futile."

"No, no, no. I'm planning to approach it like a part-time job and then retire."

Isabella 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 Isabella 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!"

Become 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 acceptable.

"It's incredible. Can it store them too?"

"Kushina is a judge of onaholes."

While placing 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."

[**Villain Onahole Collection** completed!]

[Collected A-grade Onahole Villain 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?"

Isabella 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, Isabella followed me quietly.

The sensation of leading Isabella around felt incredibly strange.

Stealing a glance at her profile, she resembled a haughty noble lady. 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 successful man in the world.

Isabella, 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 Isabella.

In my estimation, a heroine like Isabella would

"Did you bring me to a place that reeks of swine and is so lowly?"

It wouldn't be surprising if she exploded in a similar fashion.

Yet Isabella was more subdued than I had ever seen her before.

Isabella looked around the pork belly restaurant with an air of unfamiliarity, as if she had never seen such a place 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 glass 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."

"…"

Isabella watched intently as the grill heated up.

Sizzling. Sizzling.

I placed 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 stimulated the appetite.

"It's going to be delicious."

"...."

Isabella 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.

Isabella's cheeks move ever so slightly.

"Is it good?"

Indeed.

Even an S-class hero can't resist freshly grilled pork belly.

Isabella'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?"

"...."

Isabella takes a small bite of the hearty doenjang jjigae, laden 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… "

Isabella appeared to be quite fond of the pork belly.

"Auntie! Please give us five more servings."

She flinched.

Isabella'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 Isabella's blue eyes.

It made no sense for someone of her size not to consume carbohydrates and fats.

Isabella 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 alarming rate, leaving little time to cook more.

"It has a wickedly delicious taste, just like a villain."

Watching Isabella savor the meat brought me joy, so I continued serving her.

"Auntie, please don't cut the meat."

"The young lady has quite an appetite!"

"…"

Isabella'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 flaunt their allure, her chopsticks resume their busy movements.

"Mmm… Mm."

"Sometimes, you need to indulge in such rich, greasy meat."

"Mm. Mmmm."

Isabella 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 become three, then four.

"It's time to head home."

I support the unsteady Isabella.

"Are you alright?"

"Um… Coins… Here…"

40 coins.

We certainly enjoyed a hearty meal together.

"What's your home address?"

"Just call a knight."

Isabella 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…"

"…"

Isabella leans her head on my shoulder.

Is she asleep?

"Whew… hmm… Woohoo♡ Onahole Man♡"

Gasp!

A sudden endearing act while intoxicated!

I nearly collapsed, clutching my heart.

"Huh? Onahole Man. It's funny because it's silly. Onahole Man♡ Ahaha…"

Isabella laughs 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 would come 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 Isabella's body, once tightly wound, gradually dissipates.

Applying the Onahole Touch to the ever-anxious student council president...

Completely relaxed, she slightly parts her legs and rests comfortably on my shoulder.

Breathing deepens entirely.

Isabella succumbed 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 in complete satisfaction, I quietly gaze upon Isabella's lovely face. It's so beautiful that it never grows tiresome to look at.

It must have been about 30 minutes. As I lay Isabella down without stirring, I notice a woman in a black suit approaching and rising to my feet.

"Madam Chairwoman, please wake up."

"Uh… just five more minutes..."

Gasp!

Isabella'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've come to escort you."

"Hmm."

Upon seeing my coat draped over her, Isabella 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 and comfortable that I could stretch out my legs and sleep.

Unbelievably, there's a bar table inside. The driver's seat is completely separated by a glass 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-class section of an airplane.

The ride is exceptional, but for some reason,

I can't help but think that the hard bench I shared with Isabella was much better.

"…"

"…"

Our eyes meet at an odd moment.

"So, you were a rich young lady. 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 "commoner" in reference to food.

"In front of you, strangely enough, I only show a disheveled appearance."

"Exactly. What if an S-class 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?

Isabella 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, Isabella appears to be determined to be charming.

She seemed so distant when we first met.

"As I thought back then... You knew my clothes would come 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 Isabella's clothes coming off was the most common pattern, and I simply acted accordingly.

"I see… hehe…"

[3 seconds to touch Isabella'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 to comprehend 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 intercom.

"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 plan 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 villain. Is that really okay? Pro-Hero Onahole Man."

"Well, men tend to become 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 accept 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 Isabella with my erect cock as I fondled her breasts.

Our situation would remain unknown to him unless we spoke over the intercom.

The limousine, as long as a bus, had a glass 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.

Isabella remained seated, her body relaxed, 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 Isabella in tow.

I couldn't believe what had just transpired.

Isabella, so unexpectedly tender, had allowed me to explore her body.

The once impenetrable relationship 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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