episode_0449

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Had I ever made a mistake with Baek Seo-yeon before?

I racked my brain over it, blaming the nuisance of being assigned to clean the student council room, but no clear answer came to mind.

At first, I thought it was a joke and planned to humor her, but somehow, things had gotten serious.

Continuing to brood internally, I sent the two sisters home first.

It was just cleaning, after all.

Besides, the student council room wasn’t particularly large when I last saw it, so even if I did it alone, it wouldn’t take too long.

I could probably finish in under thirty minutes.

Once I’m done, maybe I’ll just relax at home today.

With that plan in mind, I adjusted my coat and trudged up the stairs.

Outside the window, countless students walked along the paths.

Unlike the nearly empty building, the outside was bustling.

I reached the fourth floor via the deserted staircase and headed straight for the student council room without delay.

Compared to the extravagant main building, this place had a neat and quiet atmosphere.

After glancing at the nameplate that clearly read “Student Council Room,” I turned the doorknob.

Since I’d been told to just enter when I arrived, knocking wasn’t necessary.

“Ah, you’re earlier than I expected.”

Thick stacks of paper documents and a face roller.

A mysterious delivery box and a cup with no clear owner.

Stationery scattered haphazardly across the desk.

A famous book whose title I’d heard somewhere before.

And the sunset seeping over that chaotic desk.

At the edge of a scene that could’ve been any club room, Baek Seo-yeon sat comfortably, draped in a beige cardigan.

Leaning slightly forward, in a posture that must’ve strained her back.

…And with fox ears and a fluffy tail—things rarely seen on her—fully on display.

She must’ve been sitting there last time too, so I guess that’s the student council president’s seat.

Quietly closing the door behind me, I approached her.

“I was just keeping an eye out for anyone coming in.”

Baek Seo-yeon answered before I could even ask.

Her expression remained as blank as ever as she let out a disinterested sigh.

Still, I was curious why she was showing off her usually shy ears and tail, so I silently listened.

“Why the caution all of a sudden?”

“Because it’d be troublesome if someone else came here. Like, say, an underclassman I already sent away but who’s so eager they come back to work. Or the one who stalked me for nearly a year.”

Well, if we were alone in the student council room, people might find it suspicious… but couldn’t I just say I was here to clean up demerit points?

I thought about it briefly before giving up.

Forget the cleaning—it didn’t even make sense for a teacher to be given this kind of punishment.

It had taken me a while to realize this was all just Baek Seo-yeon’s prank from the start.

…Still, if I was going to play along, I might as well be a good toy.

Instead of prying further, I scratched the back of my neck and asked,

“So, is this for real? The cleaning?”

“Do you think I’d call you here as a joke? The broom and mop are already prepared over there.”

I didn’t bother saying that she totally would.

No point in needling her nerves.

With a slow sigh, I pulled out a chair beside her and sat down.

At any rate, thirty minutes should be enough for cleaning.

Assuming I was just sweeping and mopping, that is—routine cleaning usually doesn’t take longer than that.

If I worked quickly, I could probably finish in under fifteen.

So no dawdling—let’s get this over with.

Just as I resolved myself and started to rise from the chair—

“Wait a second.”

Baek Seo-yeon tapped the back of my hand, which was gripping the armrest, with the edge of her sleeve.

I glanced at her.

“…If you’re going to clean, shouldn’t you move things like desks and chairs out of the way first?”

“Move them? You want me to go that far?”

“Of course. You’re not here to hang out—you’re being punished. It should be hard and annoying, no?”

“…Annoying. So annoying.”

Annoying, but not wrong.

When the boss says jump, you ask how high.

Standing up, I took a step closer to Baek Seo-yeon, who was already tidying the desk.

“So, what do we move first?”

“Hmm… Since there are two of us now, let’s start with the big stuff.”

“Was there even a difference between one or two people?”

“Less backtalk. Come here.”

Unable to properly retort, Baek Seo-yeon stepped away from her seat.

The petty satisfaction lasted only a moment. Smirking, I followed her and soon realized what she meant by “big stuff.”

Not the desk—the sofa.

And, as she said, it was pretty big.

Exaggerating a bit, two people could lie on it without much discomfort.

But wait—wasn’t this the one Baek Seo-yeon mentioned before…?

“It’s Yoo Si-woo’s sofa, isn’t it?”

“You remember?”

It was definitely Yoo Si-woo’s.

But even so, was it really okay to move it around as I pleased?

“Are we just allowed to shove this aside?”

“It’s fine. I’m still the student council president, after all.”

Meaning that, for now, she could do as she pleased as the senior.

She’d been making remarks that would piss off any underclassman without hesitation, but I just nodded without protest.

It wasn’t like I was a student council officer anyway.

At any rate, the easiest way to move this big thing would be to just push it into a corner.

So I rolled up my sleeves, wondering if it might scrape the floor—

When Baek Seo-yeon, who had been eyeing me from the side, suddenly flopped onto the sofa.

“…What are you doing, Baek Seo-yeon?”

“Yoo Si-woo usually lounges like this. I was curious how it felt.”

“…….”

“If only there were a game console here too. Shame we don’t have the props.”

She mimed holding a controller as she spoke.

A game console, a sofa, and Yoo Si-woo’s usual behavior—

I could imagine what that’d feel like, but that wasn’t the point right now.

Leaning down slightly, I was about to tell her to hurry up and move it—

“…….”

Over the academy uniform, Baek Seo-yeon’s pale neck caught my eye.

The tie, loosened by her reclined position, slipped to the side, revealing the slightly parted collar beneath.

Just moments ago, she had been looking straight at me as she spoke.

Now, her bluish-white eyes only barely met mine near her collarbone.

“…….”

“…….”

…Why was she acting like this all of a sudden?

Her intentions only now barely coming into focus.

And other things, too.

Starting to catch my eye.

“…Wait, this is the student council room—”

“I know.”

Taking advantage of Yoo Si-woo’s absence.

I started doing something much worse than just moving the sofa.

…For some reason, the gumiho’s little fox ears kept twitching all the while.

Together with Baek Seo-yeon.

If they’d done something, it wouldn’t be this quiet beyond the door.

Whether the sound of actual cleaning or sex, something should’ve been audible.

Because it’s Seo-yeon sunbae and Seo-woo-jin, after all.

But beyond the door, there was truly nothing.

It’s not that I wanted to scold them for secretly meeting without Ha-yoon.

I just wanted to satisfy my personal curiosity, yet—

No sound came through the firmly shut door.

As if they were deliberately blocking it out.

“…….”

Maybe they’re doing it somewhere far from the door.

Like, say, near the window?

Right by the window.

On the sofa.

Glancing at the dimming colors in the air, I turned my gaze back to where I was needed.

“…Ngh, …Hah….”

After burying my face there for a moment, lavishing attention with my tongue and lips, the spot trembled violently, loving every second.

Forcing open the sticky entrance and thrusting inside, I was rewarded with Baek Seo-yeon’s muffled moans.

The place where, just moments ago, I’d spilled every last drop of boiling cum deep inside her.

“…If it gets on… the sofa… what then…?”

“We’ve got wet wipes.”

“It’s already… dripping down… to the floor….”

Even after unleashing a thick, sticky load, my cock remained stiff and swollen.

In contrast, Baek Seo-yeon’s usually rigid expression had half-melted away.

Pressing my forehead against hers, I adjusted the angle and tangled our tongues again.

“Fhah, hah… Enough… already…, just… finish….”

“…I will.”

“You’ve already… made me come… enough….”

“It’s fine. My phone says it’s only been thirty minutes.”

…Of course, my cock was still in the same state as before.

Forced deep inside Baek Seo-yeon.

Making wet, squelching noises.

Forced.

Holding its ground.

“Chup, pfh…, ngh….”

Maybe the second time.

Or third.

Maybe even the fifth.

My brain too scrambled to keep count.

Squelch, splurt, glurg, splurch.

Into the womb just freshly filled with seed,

I crammed in another batch.

Then another.

Packing it in tight.

What was the problem?

The student council room wasn’t that big.

I expected it to be quieter than if they were fucking right by the door, but I never thought it’d be this silent…

At this point, were they doing it pressed against the window?

So I stepped outside.

Knowing those two perverts, they wouldn’t even pretend to hear if I knocked.

So instead of catching them in the act, I just stared intently at what I assumed was the student council room’s window, hoping to satisfy my curiosity—

“…Guess it wasn’t the window either….”

In the end, I got nothing from this either.

Just the vague suspicion that Seo-yeon sunbae might’ve done something weird with Seo-woo-jin in the student council room—

“…….”

Even someone as beautiful and impressive as Seo-yeon sunbae would weave cute lies just to call Seo-woo-jin over for sex.

And that guy—he got that excited just from fucking someone like me.

All I gained was a useless, unpleasant sliver of superiority.