episode_0015

A place for safe rest = home.

Hidden within such a home was a tiny surveillance camera observing me.

“Ah.”

A sigh from Danmalma.

The sound of chalk scratching against the spine echoed.

Thud.

Strength drained from the knees.

“…Hah… Haaah…”

Breath felt constricted as if newspaper had blocked the throat.

“Why on earth?…”

It was incomprehensible. …No, I didn’t want to understand. I wanted to deny the harsh reality that confronted me with every fiber of my being.

In an instant, a momentary illusion occurred as the tiny camera crept closer like a bug.

“Get out of here!”

I hurled the camera with all my might.

Crash.

It hit the wall, its slender body folding in half.

“Go away. Go away. Go away.”

I repeatedly smashed the broken camera with my foot, blood trickling from the sole, but my mind was so numb that I felt no pain.

“…Surely there aren’t more?”

I ransacked the house as if possessed throughout the early morning.

In the blink of an eye, the house turned into chaos as if a bomb had exploded.

” … ”

I found two additional cameras. Just like the first one, they were promptly destroyed upon discovery.

Having meticulously searched every nook and cranny of the house, I could confidently declare that there were no more cameras.

But…

“Ah… Ugh… Ah…”

I still felt afraid.

Standing naked in a foreign space.

The sanctuary I believed in was not safe at all.

Who on earth. Why?

Ring ring ring ring!

…It’s time to go to school.

* * *

Tired and hungry, the school remained beautiful but offered no solace.

“Ji Yoon… Are you okay?”

Ha Yoon had been worrying all day after seeing me full of dark circles since morning. She seemed to understand everything. She patted my back, telling me not to worry.

“Is it because you’re lonely? If you’re too lonely, how about sleeping over at our place tonight?”

She seemed to think I was tired because I felt lonely. Well, it’s common to worry about a woman living alone.

“And honestly, going back to the empty house is scary…”

It was a grateful suggestion, scratching an itch I had.

“Can I really?”

“Of course! Even Mom would love you coming over!”

Excited, I cupped Ha Yoon’s cheeks in my palms.

“So cute, so adorable.”

“Hehe.”

As we played with Ha Yoon, a buzzing noise briefly came through the classroom speaker.

– An announcement from the broadcasting room. All students belonging to the [Modern Art] department, please report to the auditorium immediately. Once again… –

“What’s this? Ha Yoon, did you hear that? Let’s go to the auditorium.”

“Yeah!”

We crossed the bridge on the second floor and arrived at Auditorium B.

“Yuna is here too…”

She had also come to the auditorium as she belonged to the Modern Art department.

Many students seen previously when the exhibition hall was closed were present inside the auditorium.

On the platform stood a man in his thirties with a crew cut. As the students gathered, he began to speak.

“We’ve called you to the auditorium today because the schedule for the first exhibition tour of the year has been set.”

“What? An exhibition tour?”

“Another exhibition tour? Isn’t that a bit…”

“Am I the only one excited about the exhibition?”

The seniors were making a commotion.

“By the way, it’s the exhibition of the master Lee Baek-hyun. We have been invited as special guests before the public opening. It’s said that Queen Bartz students will attend, and he will give a lecture himself.”

” … ”

For a moment, the world seemed to pause.

“Squeee!!”

“It’s Baek-hyun!”

“That Baek-hyun? Am I hearing things?”

It was a whirlwind of excitement and anticipation.

‘What’s with all this fangirling…’

I was the only one taken aback by the sudden fervor of the students. Feeling somewhat alienated, I secretly turned on my smartphone to search for Baek-hyun.

The search results were shocking.

[Master of Modern Art, Lee Baek-hyun]

He was a painter, sculptor, potter, and composer—a multi-talented genius in various fields of art. Simultaneously, he was an active artist who continuously showcased his work without tiring.

“Leo Nalduck Davichi and Picasso mixed, a genius artist of the century.”

It seemed like students aspiring to work in the art field were going crazy.

“However, since the contract was hastily signed, the exhibition schedule has been set for this week.”

“…I must go no matter what.”

“Haebin, you have an art gallery contract this week!”

“An art gallery contract is just something that affects my future, but Baekhyun’s exhibition is something that affects my art life!”

“There’s already a student whose eyes have turned upside down…”

Hayoon stood there, mouth slightly agape as if she couldn’t believe what she had just heard.

“I’m going to Paris.”

Even I, who didn’t know Baekhyun, gradually found myself sympathizing with their enthusiasm.

“Just to the point. I will now start accepting applications. Those who want to participate, come forward.”

The auditorium quickly turned chaotic.

***

After school, I went to Hayoon’s house with her.

“Sister, are you here?”

“Our Jiyoon is here?”

As soon as we met, my sister and I exchanged pleasantries.

“Aww, I’m not your sister..”

My sister pretended not to notice Hayoon’s reaction.

“I’ll make some noodles for you, wait a bit.”

“Okay.”

My sister couldn’t resist making food.

“Let’s go to the room.”

Hayoon said.

“No. Let’s watch TV in the living room while we wait today.”

I sat on the sofa and turned on the TV.

“Sure.”

Hayoon sat on top of me.

Her straight legs lightly brushed against my thighs.

“Hehe.”

Hayoon’s buttocks subtly stimulated the root of my penis.

“Ah… Hayoon… You’re hurting me because of you..”

My penis raised its head between Hayoon’s thighs.

“Does it hurt? I’ll make it feel better!”

She maintained balance by leaning against my stiff penis. Pressing it with her groin, she firmly held the shaft with both hands and began stroking up and down.

“It’s getting better. Ah~”

She shook her hand unconsciously, swaying her hips. She was so focused on my penis that she didn’t realize her own actions.

“I’m sorry, Sister…”

Since we were both women, she would have let us into the house without any suspicion. I couldn’t imagine that she believed I was relieving my sexual desires with her daughter.

While my sister busily moved around in the kitchen, we engaged in sexual activity on the sofa. We enjoyed Hayoon’s inexperienced touch with a sense of illicit pleasure.

Hayoon’s panties were soaked with fluid, dripping out onto the tip of my penis. My penis joyfully oozed pre-cum at her touch. As she created friction with her hand, the pre-cum mingled with her hand, becoming stickier.

Squelch.. Squelch.. Squelch..

The intense heat subsided, replaced by lewd sounds.

“I think cum might come out soon?”

She mistakenly thought the semen my penis emitted was pus from a wound.

“Yeah… It might come out slowly.. I-I’m going to cum..”

I raised the volume of the TV to hide the lewd sounds.

She knelt on the floor, balancing on my penis in the living room.

“I’ll take care of it. Put it all in your mouth!”

Hayoon opened her mouth wide in front of the glans.

‘With that small mouth, it might not be enough.. But seeing her like this calms me.’

I had been anxious all day thinking someone was watching, but thanks to Hayoon’s soothing actions, my tension eased somewhat.

“..Gulp”

Splatter.

Hayoon’s face was covered in a large amount of semen.

…Opening her mouth wasn’t enough after all.

Her face was coated with thick semen.

“Cough cough..”

“Oh, C..”

I quickly lifted Hayoon and rushed to the bathroom.

“Excuse us, we’ll use the bathroom for a moment!”

“…? O-Okay.”

I crossed the living room and entered the bathroom.

“Phew.. Phew..”

“Hayoon, breathe, breathe.”

I wiped the semen off Hayoon’s face with tissue and helped her wash up.

…She said she had already swallowed the semen in her mouth before spitting it out.

“Hey, let’s eat!”

When I came out of the bathroom, dinner was ready.

We tasted the feast noodles that my sister cooked.

“Hmm! The noodles smell like night flowers.”

” ? ”

“Oh.. Haha.. Hayoon has become quite the joker.. Haha..”

I awkwardly patted Hayoon on the head.

Hayoon purred as if enjoying my touch. Though my sister was briefly confused, she soon smiled warmly at our affectionate display.

* * *

Today is the long-awaited day of the master artist Lee Baekhyun’s exhibition. I wore a fluttering trumpet skirt and took the bus to meet Hayoon.

“…Who could have installed the cameras?”

After that day, no additional cameras were found. I hadn’t given the heroines any reason to suspect a yandere twist.

“…Maybe there were always cameras in the house.”

It was a possibility.

But that wasn’t the end of my worries.

“My throat feels dry..”

The choker engraved by Im Yuna would twitch uncomfortably when interacting with others. Strangely, it would stop working abruptly after intimacy with Hayoon.

“…What is its true nature?”

Considering the sudden teleportation to Im Yuna’s hideout last time, there was likely some magical connection.

“I feel like I’m messing up my life, but it must be a misunderstanding, right?”

I hope it’s just a misunderstanding.

“…No, honestly, I’ve been quietly attending school. What did I do wrong to deserve this downfall?”

I am a model of moral rectitude.

“…Am I really a model man?”

Can one be called a man just because of one thing?

“…Yes, having that one thing makes you a man.”

Being five times larger than others made my masculinity five times stronger.

“Jiyoon!”

I got off the bus and was greeted by Hayoon and my sister at the meeting spot. I hopped into my sister’s compact car, receiving a warm welcome.

“I envy you. You’re even attending Lee Baekhyun’s lecture this time.”

“Yes, I’m really looking forward to it.”

With the recent surge in art interest, we were eagerly anticipating this exhibition.

“Meeting a genius of our time for the first time since birth.”

“…Really envious. I wish I could attend Queen Bartz too.”

“I’ll lend you my uniform next time so you can sneak in. I guarantee you won’t get caught since I know all the ins and outs.”

“You little… brat.”

Despite the words, we were all smiling.

We sped along the highway for about 20 minutes.

As we left the highway and navigated through winding roads, we arrived at the Seramgu district where the exhibition was being held.

“It’s surprisingly quiet here.”

“They say it’s quiet around this time in a city with many young people.”

‘How much exploitation is going on…’

As we neared the exhibition, the number of cars around us increased.

“There are many expensive cars.”

Seeing the flashy cars, the wealth gap became palpable.

‘Come to think of it, how did Lee Ji-yoon get into Queen Bartz Academy?’

Truly a character with many mysteries.

We queued up in our cars, waiting. In the distance, a man with a lightsaber around his neck approached us, blowing a bugle.

“Entry is no longer possible. Exhibition attendees, please exit your vehicles.”

The man repeated the same message to each car in line. We had no choice but to get out of the car.

“Let’s catch up later.”

“Yes. Thank you for the ride!”

“See you later, Mom!”

As we stepped out, my sister drove off.

Apparently, she planned to spend the day smoking a water pipe at a famous café nearby.

Inside the building, a man with messy hair stood in the middle of the hall. Around him were teachers I occasionally saw passing by.

“Gather around quickly.”

A large female teacher was repeating ‘gather around’ as if educating kindergartners.

Seeing that sight, my mischievous side was triggered for a moment, and I wanted to playfully say, “Waaah, I’m a hungry little student, give me food!”

The man with a neat appearance opened his mouth.

“The exhibition will be open until 11 o’clock for viewing. At least by 11:30, everyone should gather in the hall and move to the restaurant together. In the afternoon, there will be a lecture by Mr. Lee Baekhyun, so make sure to follow instructions.”