episode_0337

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…It’s about time the treatment should be over by now.

Sunbae and Seonsaengnim.

Why haven’t they come out of the bedroom yet?

Taking another sip of the plain water Sunbae gave me earlier, I cast a golden-yellow gaze toward the bedroom.

With no TV or anything to distract me, I’m buried in a silence so deep it’s almost boring.

But the bedroom remains unchanged.

No unusual sounds, no sign of the door opening with an “It’s done.”

It’s been at least five minutes since the two of them went in together.

…Five minutes.

Maybe even longer.

Not a single sound reaches me.

…Would it help if I brought out my lion ears?

But that feels a bit like eavesdropping, which I’m not too keen on…

“Ugh…”

I’ll stay quiet so I don’t disturb them.

That’s what I confidently told myself, but the longer this drags on, the more bored I get.

Even though it’s someone else’s couch, I just want to sprawl out.

There’s nothing to do on my phone either… lately, it’s all just lewd stuff, so I can’t exactly browse that in someone else’s house.

The only thing left is to chat back and forth with Yozora on Talk.

Stuff like, “I’m glad you and Seonsaengnim are close again—”

Or, “Lately, Seonsaengnim and I did this…”

“Recently, Seonsaengnim and I did that…”

“Would Seonsaengnim like it if I did that too…?” and so on.

But even that feels awkward if I do it for too long, so I stopped midway.

Yozora might get uncomfortable, after all.

Like, “Ugh, I should be reading manga, why is she messaging me…?”

So, after stretching with a groan, I quietly wandered around Seoyeon Sunbae’s house to see what was there.

I noticed it the first time I came here too—Seoyeon Sunbae’s place is definitely not an ordinary home.

At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if she were the daughter of some famous chaebol family.

Maybe it’s because I stay home too much and avoid networking, but I never really connected with Seoyeon Sunbae.

I tiptoed around the kitchen, which had an unexpectedly large number of cooking tools—maybe it’s a hobby?

Then I took a quick look at the neatly organized, nice-smelling bathroom.

Just as I was walking back out into the sparsely decorated living room—

“…Ah, Soo-ah.”

Seonsaengnim was stepping out of the bedroom.

With a soft thud, she closed the door behind her, sealing the brief glimpse of the inside.

“Sorry for making you wait longer than expected.”

“What about Seoyeon Sunbae? Is she okay now?”

“Yeah. It was just a bad flu.”

“That’s a relief…”

So, is Sunbae resting in bed now?

Without thinking, my eyes flicked toward the closed bedroom door. Behind Seonsaengnim’s gentle smile, her right hand subtly hid itself.

At first, I wondered why she did that, but on second thought, it wasn’t anything worth dwelling on.

Maybe it was just a coincidence.

Shrugging it off with a grin, I stepped closer to Seonsaengnim—

Or, to be more precise, closer to the bedroom door.

The reason, of course, being—

“Then, before we leave, I should at least say goodbye to Sunbae—”

“…Wait.”

I wanted to tell Sunbae I’m glad she’s feeling better.

I heard she hates unsolicited concern, so I wanted to apologize for butting in.

But Seonsaengnim, standing in front of the door, carefully blocked my path.

“Huh…? Can I not go in right now…?”

“Not right now… She needs time to rest. She was just sick, after all.”

“Ugh…”

Well, she wasn’t wrong.

Just because she was treated for a bad flu doesn’t mean she’d bounce back immediately.

What Seonsaengnim did was remove the cause of the illness, not restore Sunbae’s drained energy.

Too bad.

Since it wasn’t something like a cut or broken bone, there wasn’t much else to do.

Nodding in reluctant understanding, I hesitated before speaking again.

“Then… would it be okay if I prepared some porridge for Sunbae?”

“…Porridge?”

“People usually eat porridge when they’re sick, right? Plus, Sunbae barely ate any lunch…”

“…Is that so?”

Sick person = porridge.

Or, in traditional Japanese remedies, green onions.

A cliché I’ve seen endlessly in manga.

Luckily, this time, Seonsaengnim didn’t refuse outright. Instead, she stroked her chin, deep in thought.

Her eyes flicked toward the door behind her.

Then to my face.

Then to the window over my shoulder.

Deep in thought.

“…Porridge. That might work.”

“Right?”

“She looked completely drained earlier. If you make some, I think she’d really appreciate it.”

Thankfully, permission granted.

Brightening up, I stepped closer to Seonsaengnim.

“Then… let’s go together, Seonsaengnim. To get the porridge ready.”

“Ready? Wouldn’t things like rice and vegetables already be here?”

“Uh… well, I’m not really good at cooking…”

“…Ah, that’s what you meant.”

“…Ehehe.”

“Alright. Let’s make it quick. There should be a franchise store around here.”

“I’ll look it up on my phone. Let’s see… around here…”

…Going out and coming back with just Seonsaengnim.

A small, unexpected happiness made me grin.

…I’ve felt this before.

Being touched by someone else—not just my own hands—

Feels annoyingly good.

Having my stiff nipples bitten, sucked, licked—it feels good.

Having thick, long fingers scrape greedily against my honey-soaked walls—it feels good.

Even kisses devoid of any love.

Even stupid, pleasure-chasing kisses with tongues lashing out—they feel disgustingly good.

But it wasn’t satisfying.

Because I remember something even better.

I still don’t understand why people have to live like this, obsessed with filthy acts.

But I keep remembering the sex—pressed down on, drunk on alcohol.

I’m not some primitive creature. It’s disgusting to be so fixated on this depravity.

But I keep remembering the doorbell ringing loudly while we had noisy sex in the bathroom.

I still can’t understand Yozora, who drowns herself in alcohol and even buys toys to masturbate.

“Ngh, ah…! …S-Shii…!”

…Even though Yoo Si-woo was in the next room.

Even though someone who knows me—

Someone who knows my voice was right there—

I still let myself be heard.

That sex.

“…Hah, …Ngh, ah…!”

Even now, days later.

I can’t forget even a speck of it.

Today, just seeing Yoo Si-woo’s face brings it back.

When I’m in heat like this—

It’s enough to be a side dish.

“No… can’t sleep…!”

So, I’m not a pervert.

Flirting with Seo Woo-jin was just something I had to do.

It’s these nine tails… they’re so vulgar, they made me do it.

When Seo Woo-jin fucked my walls and asked if it felt good—

I whispered that it did.

That I wanted more.

And now that he’s left with Han Soo-ah—

Here I am, alone in the bedroom, unsatisfied, rubbing my clit.

It’s not me. It’s these tails.

These vulgar tails made me do it.

So.

So.

“…Ah… ♡…”

I’m not… wrong…

“Haa… …Haa…”

The guilt of having sex with Seo Woo-jin while Han Soo-ah was right outside the door.

That thrilling guilt.

Remembering it, I shuddered, dripping arousal onto the bedroom floor.

Just then, the phone on the bedside table began to vibrate—just like me.

Who is it?

Seo Woo-jin just left to have sex with Han Soo-ah.

So, Yozora?

…She’d probably figure out my state right away.

Would she suggest drinking again? Or something like that?

Frowning, I reached out and tapped the screen to check the caller.

“…”

It was Seo Woo-jin.

I unlocked it immediately.

Too weak to lift the phone properly, I pressed my breasts against the bed, shifting into an awkward position to breathe.

– We’re getting porridge, so don’t mess up the bedroom. Wait.

…What the hell?

What does that even mean…?

“…Ah, wait…”

I don’t get it, but now’s not the time.

The sweat smell is natural, but the reek of a bitch in heat filling the room needs to go.

I sat up, my hair disheveled, thighs trembling as I opened the window again.

Grabbing a fresh towel, I wiped the floor, then tossed the laundry from earlier into the washing machine.

I put back on the underwear Seo Woo-jin had stripped off and lay back on the bed.

…I want to keep touching myself right now.

But I held back.

I’ll take the porridge, send them off, and then continue.

Grinding my thighs together impatiently.

– Ding-dong

At least the doorbell rang sooner than I expected.

After checking my reflection to make sure I looked presentable, I carefully opened the front door.

“Ah, Sunbae. Are you feeling better?”

“…Yes. Thanks to you.”

“That’s a relief… Oh, and here—Seonsaengnim and I brought some porridge…”

Following the rustling sound, I looked down to see a brown paper bag with a franchise logo.

…Porridge is simple enough—she could’ve just used the rice and ingredients in the fridge.

Guess rich girls aren’t into cooking.

I wonder if she even knows how to boil ramen…

“Thank you. I’ll eat it well.”

Either way, I wasn’t about to refuse the kindness.

After all the nonsense Yozora put me through, seeing Han Soo-ah’s pure side always heals something in me.

If I had to pick, she’s probably my favorite junior.

Anyway, now that I have the porridge, I’ll just set it on the table and get back to business.

But just as I reached for the bag’s handle with a quick thanks—

“No, no. I’ll feed you.”

“…Huh?”

“Hm? Don’t people usually do this when someone’s sick?”

“…Usually?”

“…They don’t?”

Still gripping the handle, Han Soo-ah said something straight out of a shoujo manga.

“They do. When you’re sick, even eating alone is hard.”

“Right?”

“…?”

…And worst of all—

With Seo Woo-jin backing her up.