episode_0157

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Perception.

Reading the atmosphere.

Reading expressions.

Reading actions.

Reading voices.

Reading the situation—

Gathering as much information as possible.

“Hey. Can you stick your tongue out a little more?” “…Teacher… Teacher…”

Though she resists as if she dislikes it, she only keeps her hands on my body, not pushing me away with all her strength.

Even if she didn’t want to kiss, she could’ve turned her head to avoid it, but after our bangs brushed against each other, she eventually parts her lips just enough to show the tip of her tongue.

Swallowing a laugh, I gently press my lips against hers, and as if she’s the one who started it, she slowly, slowly parts her lips further, making it easier for our tongues to intertwine.

For someone who supposedly doesn’t want sex, she really loves kissing.

“You can just call me like before. Seo Woo-jin. I prefer it that way too.” “…I can’t. I—I promised myself I wouldn’t be friends with you anymore…” “Oh? Then what are we now?” “Obviously just… teacher and student…” “And you’re fine with that?” “…” “I… sigh… I want to be close with you again, Sua.” “…Y-You just mean sex partners…” “You’re the one interpreting it weirdly. Most people would take it as wanting to be friends.” “S-Some pure person you are… huff… Always groping my chest…” “How am I supposed to resist when this is right in front of me…? …Fuck.” “Ah… wait…”

Even when I slip my hand inside her cheap-looking knit zip-up, she only rests her palm on my forearm, not resisting much. When I slide my hand under her T-shirt to touch her sweat-dampened waist, she doesn’t tell me to stop—instead, she lets out a small, stifled laugh. The same goes for her breasts, where I’d tugged her bra down over her clothes.

…By now, her nipples are so stiff they’ve wrinkled the fabric of her T-shirt. When I flick them lightly with my fingertips, her weak protests—No, no—are just words, as her thighs tremble uncontrollably, as if she’s about to lose her mind from desire.

For someone who claims she doesn’t want sex, she’s disgustingly weak to pleasure.

“…Let’s go inside. I don’t want to do more out here either.” “Teacher…”

I can already tell.

Han Sua—this girl who believed Yozora’s lie so easily she’d suck me off without question—isn’t the type to say something just to provoke me. There must’ve been a small misunderstanding. Maybe because she’s never had friends, she’s bad at communication.

A proper teacher would’ve talked it out more before sending her home. But what can I do?

The moment she clung to me, burying her face in my chest to inhale my scent, I actually got provoked.

—Ding-dong. Ding-dong.

I think this is the house.

Seeing how obediently Sua follows, it must be the right one. Gripping Han Sua’s wrist tightly, I press the doorbell of the house I vaguely remember visiting before.

Before long, a middle-aged woman’s voice answers, “Who is it?” I respond point by point.

Sua. Sua’s friend.

…Calling her my sex partner would be way too risky.

What if I can’t see Han Sua at the academy starting tomorrow? What a waste.

“Hello. Ah, we met last time I visited—” “…Yes. Hello…” “……”

Swallowing the excitement rising up to my throat, I greet her as warmly as possible. But unfortunately, the voice that responds is stiff and awkward.

Well, it makes sense.

Late at night. Han Sua, hiding slightly behind me, catching her breath. And a male friend.

From a housekeeper’s perspective, it’d be weird not to be concerned. She doesn’t know what we were doing outside, or what we’re about to do inside.

…Well, if she’s perceptive, she can probably guess from the atmosphere.

“So, what brings you here…?” “We were discussing manga.” “Manga…”

The housekeeper stares at my faintly smiling face for a moment. Then at Han Sua, still hiding behind me.

After shifting her gaze back and forth, she finally steps aside to let us in.

…Don’t just stand there—go inside and have your fun.

Her look is a mix of slight discomfort and a forced smile. Seems she’s figured out why I’m here.

Then again, at her age, it’d be hard not to notice. Someone without that level of perception wouldn’t be working as a housekeeper for a household like this.

“Sorry for the late hour. We won’t be loud.” “Seo… Woo-jin, wait…” “…”

I think I hear a response, but—

Unable to hold back any longer, I kick off my shoes haphazardly and head straight for Han Sua’s room.

Thud. I slam the door shut loudly. Click. I lock it blatantly. Thud. I make another sound against the door.

“…”

The only response is the faint sound of the front door closing as someone leaves.

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157

If I had to say, I think I’m more experienced than average.

I’ve never been in a relationship, nor had any intention to, but I’ve had plenty of one-night stands where we just forced our preferences on each other without conversation.

Of course, for me, it was a deliberate choice.

Opportunity favors the prepared, as they say. If I didn’t even know how to have sex, what could I do if an opportunity arose?

So, molding nameless women to my tastes was practice— thorough training for the day I’d finally get to break the admired hero.

…But maybe because all my targets were villainesses, no better than sluts, the only pure woman I’ve ever touched was Lee Ha-yoon.

Because of that—

“…Is this body wash? Or shampoo? …Smells amazing.” “D-Don’t sniff me…” “Why? You hugged me earlier and smelled me too, didn’t you?” “…That was… huff…”

Han Sua, flustered by a little teasing and trying to cover her face, is so much more— so much more—to my liking than I expected.

“Sigh… I’ll take off your knit, so… lower your arms.” “I-I’ll do it myself. Just turn around for a second…” “Lower them.” “…”

I love how, even as I openly grope her chest, the most she does is grab my wrist in protest. I love how, after stubbornly refusing to be sex partners, she still cooperates when I undress her. I love how, when I speak firmly, she doesn’t resist—just lowers her arms like a timid herbivore.

Even now, her sharp eyes are the same as ever—at best, you could call them cold. And the moment I unzip her knit hoodie, the T-shirt underneath— well-worn, loose, and soaked in Han Sua’s scent—is black.

…It’s the process of uncovering Han Sua’s secrets, one by one, things no other man will ever know.

It’s enough to drive me insane— enough to make me want to capture every moment in photos or videos.

“…Um, Teacher.” “What.” “You should… take yours off too.” “…” “It’s not fair if only I’m naked…?! Eek…?”

I toss my coat and shirt onto the floor, leaving them to cool, until only my bulging pants and underwear remain.

Then I grab the hem of Han Sua’s T-shirt— the one she’s too busy flinching to remove herself.

It’s enough to drive me insane.

“Weren’t you the one who said you’d stop being sex partners? …Why?” “…W-Well…” “Did you change your mind already?” “…No. I’m not being your sex partner… …because I’d feel bad toward Yozora.” “Then why tell me to strip? You’re not kicking me out either.” “I told you…! It’s embarrassing if only I’m naked… A-And just because we’re undressed doesn’t mean we’re having sex.” “…Says who?” “At least I’m not doing it…!”

I’m quitting as your sex partner. If we keep doing this, you won’t be satisfied with Yozora anymore.

I still don’t know what led Han Sua to say something like this. But whatever. It’s fine.

The way she acted so lewd even though the nurse’s office was her first time. The way she keeps saying she won’t have sex but is already sneaking glances at my body.

If I just give her the right excuse, she’ll probably pretend she has no choice but to give in.

…That’s the fun of it— slowly breaking pure girls like her.

“So you’re just going to strip and stay still?” “…If you’re satisfied just looking, then we’ll stop there.” “Say it in a way I can understand. Don’t skip words because you’re flustered.” “I’m not flustere— …Ah, you said it earlier. That my body is… more indecent than Yozora’s.” “So?” “…Look at me until you’re satisfied, then go home. …Nothing more than that.” “…” “A-An answer… please.”

What kind of brain does this girl have? Has reading too much manga turned it into a field of flowers?

If I were a little more of a trashy bastard, a little stronger— wouldn’t she already be pinned to the bed, fucked unconscious?

For a moment, I must’ve been staring at her with a dumbfounded expression.

Letting out a faint laugh, I bring the edge of the black T-shirt I’m holding to her lips.

“…Bite down.” “…” “I’ll just look, then leave. So bite down.” “…”

Is she doing this because I agreed not to have sex?

She should be embarrassed, but surprisingly, Han Sua obeys without protest. Wondering what to do with her naivety, I pull up the remaining T-shirt covering her breasts.

Then, one by one, I discard the things hiding Han Sua’s body.

The pure white bra, disheveled from when I tugged it down over her shirt. Her gray joggers, tied so tightly around her slender waist they barely slide past her hips.

…And.

“Hngh… I-I can take those off myself…”

Already slick with moisture— the moment I pull them down, a transparent thread stretches between them.

Even as a flustered Han Sua tries to cover herself with both hands, everything is visible—

The gray-tinted, soaked, pure white panties.

All of it.