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Saturday morning.

Stretching with a groan, Han Sua sat up before flopping back down onto the bed, her arm reaching out.

Of course, her hand wasn’t groping downward—but sideways.

It wasn’t laziness, like wanting to pull the blanket back over herself, that made her reach out.

She was looking for her phone.

The essential item needed to execute the plan she’d come up with during dinner last evening.

After flailing her arm a few times, her fingers brushed against the oddly warm device.

“….”

No wonder—the screen was still on.

…As if advertising that even videos and pictures weren’t enough anymore,

she’d started devouring written smut too.

The screen was littered with filthy, coded words.

“…Ahem.”

Anyway, that wasn’t important right now.

Wondering if the site had a bookmark feature, Sua exited and opened another app.

Even counting everyone saved in it, the contacts didn’t fill all ten fingers—an app whose screen she’d be a little embarrassed to show others.

And if she excluded family and employees, the number of actual “others” was exactly two.

One was Yozora Tōka.

Or rather, Yozora… Tōka, was it?

Well, Yozora, anyway.

And Seo Woojin.

That…

School nurse.

Though,

he was also her master.

In the lewdest sense of the word.

“….”

If only he had a profile picture—it’d be perfect fuel for her imagination. Why did he insist on keeping the default one?

Maybe next time they met, they could take a bunch of photos together?

…He seemed to like her tail, after all.

If they could take dirty photos where only her mutated parts were visible…

Then…

Maybe the teacher would go wild and…

“Phew….”

A strange sense of longing.

And, for a moment, she writhed under the sticky swell of desire creeping up on her since morning.

Propped up on a pillow tucked under her chin for easier breathing while lying facedown, Sua typed out a message before it got any later.

[Han Sua] – Teacher. Teacher. – Are you busy today too?

Of course, she remembered him saying he’d be tied up with personal matters.

Was it two weeks? She also recalled him saying he wouldn’t be able to pay her much attention for a while.

But who knew?

Maybe he’d have a day free.

If she was lucky, he might even have time on Saturday and Sunday.

After sending the text, Sua tapped her foot against the bed, waiting for his reply.

But the unread “1” next to her message stubbornly refused to disappear.

Was it because it was only 8 a.m.?

Mmm. That might be it.

A lot of people slept in on weekends.

Just as she resigned herself to waiting another hour or two and reopened that embarrassing site—

A notification popped up at the top of her screen.

One labeled Seo Woojin.

A notification that read:

– Why so early? What’s up?

“…Hehe.”

That alone was enough to instantly lift her mood.

Was it like the ticklish feeling she got reading romance manga—only dozens of times more intense?

Brushing aside the long golden hair threatening to obscure her vision, Sua grinned and began tapping the screen.

[Han Sua] – I was just wondering if you’d gotten past the busy stuff!

[Seo Woojin] – Still busy, but I’ve got enough free time to chat. So, what’s up?

[Han Sua] – Ah… Really…?

But the reply wasn’t quite what she’d hoped for.

Maybe that was why the hair she’d just brushed aside slid back down, grazing the corners of her eyes.

Sigh.

Even someone like her had plenty of money—maybe she could go shopping with the teacher.

Like a staple romance manga trope, she could buy clothes he picked out for her.

Then, pretending it was an accident, she could deliberately…

Y’know, try what she’d read in that smut yesterday.

Pass it off as her own idea.

Judging by the tone of his reply, texting like this was probably the most she’d get.

…What a letdown.

[Seo Woojin] – Is the reason you messaged me a secret? – I’m curious.

[Han Sua] – Ah, yeah. – I think it’d be better to tell you in person than over text… – But you have to let me know when you’re free next time, okay?

[Seo Woojin] – I’ll be free soon. – This weekend’s still tight, but by next Monday… I should be good. – Things are wrapping up faster than I thought.

[Han Sua] – Really? Seriously?

What? She wouldn’t have to wait two whole weeks—just until next week, and she could spend time with him.

Her mood somewhat restored, Sua giggled and sent her reply.

She’d love to see him when he was free.

Well, that was the gist, buried under layers of giddiness.

It was disappointing they couldn’t meet now, but…

He was busy.

Nothing she could do.

“Groan…”

Closing her phone, Sua hugged her pillow and let out a tiny sigh.

Not that she was usually like this.

Even though her weekend plans had fallen through, Sua’s weekends were never busy to begin with—just rolling around in bed reading manga.

But today was different. Maybe because she’d actually made plans?

The sudden emptiness felt strangely unfamiliar.

Hard to describe—like skipping breakfast after trying to make it a habit, for unavoidable reasons.

A clumsy analogy, but that’s how it felt.

Muttering This is tough—, Sua curled up, still hugging her pillow.

“Hmm…”

Since things turned out like this, she could just read manga at home like always.

Or indulge in some adult hobbies on her phone—that wouldn’t be bad either.

But today, she kinda…

Wanted to go out.

Not because being cooped up felt suffocating, but more like the inertia of her original plans lingered. That was closer to the truth.

Sua’s personal philosophy was that as long as she had food and something to read, she could hole up in her room for 15 years.

Not that she’d ever tested it.

So, her gaze naturally drifted to…

Seo Woojin.

Just below his name in her contacts list.

Yozora Tōka.

A girl she’d almost drifted apart from,

but thanks to lewdness, they’d ended up with more to talk about than ever.

Lately, whenever they had time alone,

she’d started steering conversations toward sex way more blatantly than before.

A girl who’d casually ask what kind of sex Sua had with the teacher when they were alone.

…Too embarrassed to answer fully, Sua had toned it down, but Yozora still looked envious.

I wanna have sex so intense I can’t breathe, like you, Sua.

A girl who’d scribble stuff like that in the margins of her notebook during class.

“….”

For the first time in her 20 years of life, Sua sent a text with the vibe of Wanna hang out?

The reply came quickly—a cheerful acceptance, very Yozora, though with a faint whiff of alcohol.

After agreeing to meet soon and ending the chat, Sua untangled herself from the twisted blankets and headed to the bathroom.

200

8:25 a.m.

Right after dealing with Han Sua’s sudden message, I checked the time on my phone’s status bar.

“Groan…”

Beside me, as expected, Lee Hayoon—who should’ve been sound asleep—stretched cutely and began poking my side with her fist.

According to Lee Jiyoon, after our early morning romp, Hayoon was supposed to wake up around 9…

Guess my phone notification woke her.

Or maybe the sunlight streaming through the window happened to hit her eyes just right.

If not for alarms, she’d probably sleep till 9—was it because of the sun’s angle?

A plausible theory. Turning off my phone screen, Hayoon, still half-asleep, mumbled a morning greeting.

“Mmm… …Ah, good morning…”

“…Sleep well?”

“What time is it…?”

“8:30. Roughly.”

“I seeee…”

I see, she said, yet she kept clinging to me, still drowsy.

Finding it adorable, I gently stroked her hair—only for Hayoon to playfully nibble at my wrist.

In the end,

whatever happened to her old I want to be treated like a noona spiel?

Now she just nuzzled into my pajamas, quietly accepting the petting.

“Wanna sleep more?”

“…We did it too much last night… I’m a liiitle tired…”

“We could do even more today?”

“…Ugh, you sound like an old man. Stop.”

“…What to do? When noona tells me not to, it just makes me want to more.”

“Hey, that ticklesss…”

Under the same blanket, I briefly groped Hayoon’s hip as she squirmed onto her side.

Her small hand crept toward my groin.

Maybe unsure how much pressure to apply,

her touch was less a grab and more a teasing glide, gauging my reaction.

Part of me wanted to indulge her right then—morning sex to satisfy her thoroughly.

But…

Hmm.

Tricky.

If we had mediocre sex now and she later realized sex with her sister felt even better, that’d be ideal.

But what if she decided normal sex was more enjoyable after all?

No need to take unnecessary risks just because I’m greedy.

To corrupt Hayoon’s tastes, I just needed to make her forget how clean water tasted.

A few rounds of stimulating drinks would do.

Once she started craving them over water—

That’d be it.

Ruffling Hayoon’s hair playfully, I carefully pushed her arm away and got out of bed.

“Sigh… Want me to order breakfast?”

“You get to touch me all over, but when I try…”

“Starting this early makes you look like a pervert.”

“…I am one. Especially after last night with Jiyoon……. …Mmm.”

“…?”

“N-Never mind. …Forget it.”

“….”

“…Ah, I’ll make breakfast! How about kimchi stew?”

…Ah.

So that’s what Jiyoon meant at dawn: She seemed kinda interested in the bathroom.

At the time, it sounded like nonsense meant to push me off a cliff, so I brushed it off.

But she had been keeping it in mind.

This’ll make things even easier.

Nodding cheerfully, I committed the pleasant intel to memory and got up.

Stepping into the living room, I sensed no sign of Jiyoon.

Maybe because of our animalistic, muffled fucking at dawn—

but given her personality, she was probably just sleeping in.

Either way, I could wake her before breakfast.

Then, during the meal, I’d probe Hayoon’s feelings bit by bit.

With the rough plan set, I washed my hands in the bathroom.

But after just a minute inside—

I returned to find,

contrary to expectations,

both of them.

“I said no…!”

“Why nooot…?”

Hayoon, irritable, rummaged through the kitchen shelves—

while Jiyoon hugged her from behind, hands roaming suggestively.

…No matter how generously I interpreted it, They get along well was a stretch.

Normal sisters wouldn’t—

have the younger one groping the older’s stomach.

Or—

kissing her nape like that.

“Hey, Jiyoon…! Woojin’s watching! L-Let go?!”

“…Sleep well, Woojin?”

“…Yeah.”

The why wasn’t hard to figure out—our past conversations covered that.

What bothered me was—

why Hayoon kept glancing at me but

didn’t kick Jiyoon away or anything.

“….”

After a brief mental scramble, I averted my gaze and slipped past them back to Hayoon’s room.

Like I’d seen something I shouldn’t have.

…But my eyes kept drifting back.

So I had no choice but to leave.

Back in the bedroom, all I heard was—

Jiyoon’s playful laughter.

Hayoon’s whiny complaints.

That was it.

The sound of Hayoon forcibly shaking her sister off—

never came.