episode_0367

Lately, I’ve been feeling something.

Just a little, very subtly,

I haven’t been in a good mood.

Even though, if I had to compare, the past few months have been the happiest in my entire 20-year life.

My childhood was full of frustrating, unfair things.

My adolescence, looking back now, was full of embarrassing moments.

Then my high school years, when I at least found a hobby to kill time…

Except for these past few months packed with fun, there hasn’t been a single easy day.

But the reason my head’s been hurting again lately is—

“…….”

That unnecessarily sociable Japanese girl.

She’s probably lodged in my mind like a thorn.

“…”

On top of that, Seo Woojin

also

hasn’t been answering my calls.

“Haaah…”

Still, it’s not like I’m depressed for no reason, feeling bad without any explanation. At least the reason is crystal clear, so I should count that as a blessing, right?

Letting out a deep sigh, I took out a cup of barley tea from the fridge, still in my light, flowy pajamas.

The faintly open bedroom door let in the whirring sound of an old, rattling fan as background noise.

“…My head hurts.”

Just yesterday, Yozora bragged about the hickey she “forced” Seo Woojin to give her.

And then, as if some wind had blown her way, she clung to me like crazy earlier today.

Did she ask me to have lunch together…? It was the same kind of trivial request she’d made once at the start of the semester.

But now, since evening, Woojin hasn’t been answering my calls again. It’s probably that.

Yozora must’ve snatched him away in the middle to beg him for this and that…, …that kind of thing.

Sure, I did blurt out last time, “I have no relationship with Woojin, so do whatever you want, Yozora.”

But last time, it was a hickey, so this time… What, is she going to beg him to actually kiss her?

…No.

I don’t think Yozora wants evidence left behind.

A kiss doesn’t really leave proof, so she’d probably want something else.

If it’s something else, then…

…

But surely not that far…

“…Pfft…”

Whatever. There’s no way to know why Woojin isn’t answering now.

…And there’s so much else on my mind that my head feels like it’s going to split.

Especially this.

The biggest problem is the question, “What the hell does Yozora even want from me?”

First, she suddenly bragged about the hickey,

then asked if I liked Woojin (though she guessed right),

and the next day, she was laughing and asking me to have lunch with her.

…It doesn’t add up.

If she hadn’t asked me if I liked Woojin, I wouldn’t have thought about it, but after all that, why does she suddenly want to get close to me?

Doesn’t she like Woojin?

Then she should be clinging to him,

so why the hell does she want to be friends with me?

Is there something she hasn’t noticed?

I couldn’t make sense of it no matter how much I racked my brain, so I ended up sighing again.

…It’s stupid, really.

There’s no way to know what she’s doing with Woojin right now.

And it’s not like I can do anything about it anyway.

“…Seriously, this is dizzying…”

Not only do I not understand why she wants to get close to me,

but it’s also weird how she grilled me about my relationship with Woojin.

Like asking if I had feelings for the teacher just because I visited the nurse’s office often.

Sure, the conclusion was roughly right, but wasn’t the process a bit off?

Couldn’t I just have a weak constitution and visit the nurse’s office a lot?

It’s not like I did anything weird with Woojin in front of others, right?

Really, the only thing was that I visited the nurse’s office often.

But how was Yozora so sure about it…?

“Haaah…”

And even my sister told her friends she was dating Woojin, so I couldn’t butt in late…

For a moment, I stewed in a secret I could never tell anyone.

After putting the empty cup in the sink, I gnawed on my poor lower lip and trudged back to my room.

With no one to vent my frustration to, the stress was unbearable.

So maybe I should just crawl into bed, close my eyes, and escape into a happy dream.

But…

“……”

A tiny bit of reluctance remained.

In the dark room, a small blue light flickered to life.

The root of this frustration.

The guy who ended up giving in to that Japanese girl and gave her a hickey.

The guy who got a bunch of knuckle sandwiches from me for actually doing it, no matter how much Yozora begged.

…When you think about it, he’s just a good-looking, well-built playboy.

I was about to send him a Kakao message when—

“……Forget it.”

11 p.m.

It’s a bit late anyway.

I turned off the screen before my eyes hurt more.

…If something that kind of thing happened, Yozora would definitely come bragging.

Then tomorrow, if I happen to run into Woojin, I can just mercilessly kick his shins, right?

So rather than that…

“Why is Lee Hayoon so late…?”

My sister went out to meet friends like usual.

But today, she seems later than usual.

Worrying about when she’ll be back, I sent a message asking.

[Lee Hayoon] – Me – I’ll go s00n, be back l8r

“…Still drinking?”

At least this is a bit more useful.

…I didn’t think we’d end up tangled up for this long.

We’ve mixed bodies as a trio before,

but this was the first time all four of us rolled around together.

By the time I got home after sunset, I finished a quick wash and buried my face in a soft towel.

The “teaching the student council president how to get close to guys” that Baek Seoyeon had initially suggested ended up losing all meaning halfway through.

Well, it was just an excuse to set things up, so it couldn’t be helped.

It just turned into an outright orgy—

Some having sex,

some kissing,

some caressing,

and resting when tired.

Thanks to that, I’ve drained my libido to the point where nothing feels dirty anymore…

At least in terms of satisfaction, nothing else compares.

Will I ever experience this kind of dopamine rush again?

Will I ever have this kind of body-breaking experience again?

Will I ever stay hard for this long again?

…Honestly, I don’t know.

“Whew…”

This must be what it feels like to clear your head after emptying all your sexual desires.

Lost in pointless thoughts, I shakily reached out to turn off the light and stepped out of the bathroom.

My dripping bare feet half-heartedly wiped on the mat outside.

While recalling the phone number Baek Seoyeon gave me, I wondered—what kind of woman’s voice would mess with Yoo Siwoo, who’s probably at home with a hard-on right now?

As I dragged my exhausted body forward—

“…?”

A message notification popped up.

After tossing the damp towel onto the table, I headed to my bed.

…11:30 p.m.

Who’d message at this hour?

Yoo Siwoo wouldn’t have my number.

Baek Seoyeon wouldn’t have given it to that bastard.

Baek Seoyeon herself…? Unlikely, given her personality.

Probably Yozora or Han Sooah…

[Seol Dabin] – Hey. – Are you awake right now?

…Oh. Wait.

Seol Dabin.

She exists too.

Did my brain turn to mush from the orgy? I could only remember the names of the girls I just had sex with.

Actually, now that I think about it, it’s surprising Seol Dabin would message me first…

…Anyway.

The message was sent five minutes ago, around the time I went to wash my face.

Curious about why she contacted me, I tapped out a reply.

[Seo Woojin] – I was about to sleep. – Why? Did you get hurt somewhere?

I replied a bit late, but was she waiting for me?

Her response came just as fast.

…Not a vibrating buzz,

but a ringtone.

“…”

I just said my balls were completely drained.

My brain started painting stupid images on its own, so I tore the whole canvas apart.

“Hello?”

The voice on the other end was the usual street noise.

Drunk people loudly ignoring everyone else.

Unfamiliar songs playing from storefronts.

…And, no different from the noise, the sound of girls giggling.

Amidst it all, a familiar voice trickled through.

“…Ah, ah. Can you hear me? Hello?”

“I hear you. Why’d you call?”

“It’s just, um…”

Familiar, but slightly giddy.

Not the growling tone Seol Dabin usually used with me,

but something closer to how she’d sound if we were actually friends.

Her voice was much softer than usual.

Hesitating, she stammered on.

“Hayoon’s friends kept feeding her drinks, saying stuff like it’s her first boyfriend and all…”

“…Yeah?”

“Yeah… They kept asking how long you’ve been dating, how far you’ve gone, that kind of thing…”

“…Did noona tell them? That stuff?”

“…Well, kinda… R-rated stuff…”

“…”

…Seol Dabin seems pleasantly buzzed, but Hayoon—who can’t even handle one beer—must’ve drunk too much because of her friends and the mood.

Sitting on the bed, phone wedged between my ear and shoulder, I grabbed a shirt from the hanger.

“So, you’re saying I should come get her now?”

“Yeah… Hayoon can’t move right now… She lives in a different neighborhood, so it’d be safer if you came here…”

“Got it. I’ll head out now. Where exactly are you?”

“Right now, we’re near Sinsa Station…”