episode_0003

Shoooooosh—

“…”

A stream of cold water drenched Cheon Soyul’s entire body. Given the season, a cold shower didn’t seem like a good choice, nor was it her preference, yet…

“…Haaah.”

She had no choice. It was an unavoidable decision. More than anything, she needed a strong stimulus to clear her head.

She had turned on the shower, but she wasn’t actually washing herself. She was simply letting the water stream over her.

Perhaps “just drenching herself” would be a more accurate description. The only comfort she had now was that her agitation wouldn’t be apparent outside this bathroom.

Even though she was standing directly under the cold water, her face was flushed crimson.

For a moment, she covered her face with both hands and let out an inarticulate groan. It was more a moan than a sentence or a word.

If she had her way, Cheon Soyul would have collapsed on the spot.

‘What, what on earth did I do…’

Memories surfaced. Even if she didn’t want to recall them, it had barely been a day, so there was no way to forget.

She had drunk alcohol. It was her first time. She had once pestered her father for a sip of red wine as a child, but if that didn’t count…

…Cheongsong Academy’s closing ceremony is held at the end of January each year. That means the winter break also starts later, but that’s not particularly important.

In any case, it meant less than a month had passed since she became an adult.

There was no problem with her drinking alcohol.

However, her drinking companion was rather unexpected.

Cheon Soyul recalled the young man whose face had been pressed against hers just moments ago. His name was Lee Hyunjin, they were the same age, and his position was the same as hers: a mage.

Perhaps it was because he had learned magic under the ‘Ice Empress,’ one of Korea’s three great mages alongside her mother? He and she had clashed in a bad way throughout the past year.

Was it a so-called sense of rivalry? Based on their entrance exam scores, she had overwhelmingly won, but in truth, the top spot had changed hands quite a few times throughout the semester.

If she had made a single mistake, she might not have been the one standing on the platform on closing day.

In other words, a friendly rival. If limited to the same age group and position, they were truly fated rivals for whom no substitute could be found.

…That’s what the media constantly prattled on about, wasn’t it?

At the beginning of the semester, it was so absurd that she would frown every time she heard it. Now, however, she had no choice but to admit it.

Cheon Soyul pressed her lips together, her expression clearly showing her complex feelings.

Yes, she and he had such a relationship after all. Competing in every way, clashing, tearing each other down unnecessarily aggressively to place the other beneath themselves.

Ultimately, it meant they had a relationship that absolutely shouldn’t be intertwined in such a way. It definitely should be like that…

‘Uwaaaaah…!’

Cheon Soyul squeezed her eyes shut and let out a silent scream. Why! Why did I do that! Why did I have to meet that guy’s eyes and do such a vulgar thing!

-More, do more… *Hmph*, I’m really fine, so…

-Again, wanna do it one more time…?

Thud!

Cheon Soyul’s fist struck the bathroom tiles without warning. She had managed to endure, refraining from infusing mana with superhuman patience, but the resounding crash was unavoidable.

She sensed someone outside flinching in surprise.

Even so, Cheon Soyul couldn’t pay attention to that fact. She had neither the strength nor the leisure.

Suddenly, the image of herself behaving coquettishly while being embraced by Lee Hyunjin the previous night flashed before her eyes.

The fact that it wasn’t even her deluded imagination, but a real past event, was what hurt the most.

Her complexion was already, needless to say, flushed bright red.

At this point, it seemed her face might erupt like a volcano, boiling over and overflowing with such agitation.

Reluctantly opening her tightly shut eyes, Cheon Soyul let her shoulders droop weakly.

…Yes, she would admit it. Sexual desire clearly existed within her. She had never denied that fact herself, to begin with.

Isn’t that right? A girl in her prime, at the peak of her youth. How could she not be interested?

The existence of such desires was perfectly natural. It was, so to speak, instinct. Human instinct, animal instinct, and a woman’s instinct.

Squish…

“…Hmph, mm.”

So even now, after having spent her first night with a classmate, and entering the bathroom under the pretense of washing up—

—her unconsciously beginning to rub her private parts was also ‘no big deal,’ she supposed.

Cheon Soyul exhaled heavily with heated breaths, leaning one arm against the bathroom wall. Her hand, extended in a slightly bent posture, incessantly tormented her lower regions.

With only a wall separating them, the act of masturbation, while desperately trying to suppress her moans from reaching her classmate, was surprisingly thrilling.

She kept muttering to herself. Last night was just an accident, they had both been drunk and unaware of their limits, so it was merely a mistake. That’s all.

It was, so to speak, like being bitten by a dog. Coincidentally, Lee Hyunjin’s sharp features and somewhat long hair for a man also brought to mind a wolf.

…In other words, she was absolutely not alleviating her remaining desires like this because she couldn’t forget the stimulation of their first sexual encounter.

Who would see her as a loose woman who couldn’t even control her own desires?

‘I am Cheon Soyul…’

The pride of the Cheon family, the greatest magical talent in history, the top student of Cheongsong Academy’s 9th generation with a 100% aptitude for lightning magic! That was her.

Cheon Soyul kept repeating that to herself, but…

“…Hah, ugh, h-uh-aahh.”

She didn’t realize that by intentionally recalling those facts, she was actually inducing a sense of depravity within herself.

That was right. Regardless, for her, who had grown up as the apple of a prestigious family’s eye, this ‘adult game’ had come as an overwhelmingly intense stimulus.

She shouldn’t have done such a thing, she should have endured, or somehow held onto her rationality. She kept chiding herself.

Yet, Cheon Soyul also secretly thought, ‘It was pretty good…’ at the same time.

She didn’t dislike it. To be more explicit, sex with a man was more pleasurable than she had ever imagined.

He was an annoying guy, and their relationship was one where they raised their middle fingers to each other every time they met in greeting.

Still, it might have been even more so because her partner was Lee Hyunjin, with whom she felt at ease.

“Haahng, ugh, mm.”

Swept away by the waves of pleasure that had begun to surge, Cheon Soyul didn’t even realize she was having such embarrassing thoughts.

Yes, she’d admit what needed admitting. How could the afterglow fade in just one night?

The sensation of her entire body tingling as if electrified, the memory of her climax when her strength gave way and only her hamstrings twitched—all were still vivid.

Her entire body being so sensitive even in the morning was all because of that.

‘…It’s because that guy was unnecessarily rough, isn’t it? That’s why I’m like this…’

And, and. Surely she couldn’t go outside in this state, could she? That would probably be a nuisance not just to herself, but to others too.

Cheon Soyul began to rationalize her own obscene actions in this way.

“…Heuk, ugh.”

I’m not a lewd child.

I’m not promiscuous either.

I, I’m normal.

Such words continuously played on repeat in Cheon Soyul’s mind, but in truth, all her attention was focused on the outside of the bathroom.

…She recalled the son of a bitch, Lee Hyunjin, who was probably lying on the bed waiting for her right now.

What would he be doing now?

What would he be thinking?

Would he have felt the same way she did? Was there a possibility that despite their intense activities last night, he still felt it wasn’t enough?

Or perhaps, unlike her, he thought it wasn’t a particularly great stimulus at all…

“H-guh. Ugh, ah, hek.”

The moment such thoughts surfaced, Cheon Soyul’s arm, which had been cautiously touching her fissure with her finger, began to move a little faster.

An instinctive movement, as if stimulated, performed to gain even greater pleasure.

Her eyes were already half-glazed. She was no longer suppressing her moans, letting them escape freely.

Consequences? She wasn’t thinking about them. No, she actually wanted him to hear. She anticipated his reaction upon hearing her lewd sounds.

What would he think? First, he’d be startled, right? Then he’d be flustered. His face would flush, and he’d needlessly twitch his body.

Then she hoped he would let out rough breaths, just like yesterday, like when he first pulled her onto the bed. An expression of ‘I can’t hold back anymore’ would be a bonus.

Cheon Soyul brought her other free hand to her chest. While her breasts weren’t particularly large, the pinkish fruit in their center was already standing erect.

She gently touched that fruit once. Immediately, Cheon Soyul felt as if her entire body had been pierced by lightning.

—?!!

Her whole body trembling with a shiver, shaking legs, hunched shoulders, a flooded core.

She had never experienced such a sensation, not once since she began training in lightning magic.

…At this moment, Cheon Soyul wished that Lee Hyunjin, just like her, would relive the impact of the previous night and release his lingering desires.

In other words, she yearned for him to do exactly what she was doing right now.

An idea that the usual cool-headed, rational top student Cheon Soyul would never have conceived.

Not at this moment.

For now, the one present here was not the academy’s top student nor the only daughter of the Cheon family, but simply a girl in heat.

Lightning flashed *pop* in her mind. Cheon Soyul repeatedly twitched her shoulders with her eyes closed, and finally achieved what she desired.

“Heuk, h-guuuuuh…?!”

Upon reaching her climax, her rationality and judgment evaporated as if volatile. She belatedly tried to cover her mouth, but the sound had already escaped long ago.

Gasping with an open mouth, she weakly collapsed onto the bathroom floor.

‘…Good…’

And then, about thirty minutes passed.

Creak—

The bathroom door opened, and Cheon Soyul emerged, looking much more refreshed, shaking her still damp hair. She feigned complete nonchalance.

Lee Hyunjin silently rose from the bed, wrapped in a blanket.

Seeing that he also seemed to be going to wash, Cheon Soyul pricked up her ears, just in case. Sure enough, he immediately turned on the water.

He had passed by with remarkably little to say. Cheon Soyul blinked.

‘Did he… not notice?’

If it were the him she knew, he’d throw out some words to annoy her in a situation like this. Perhaps he hadn’t noticed at all because of the shower noise?

While inwardly feeling relief, Cheon Soyul couldn’t help but feel somewhat uneasy.

It was then that she picked up her smartphone. What was displayed on the screen was a background notification indicating an incoming message.

Without a second thought, she unlocked it and accessed the messaging app.

– Perennial Second-Place Jerk: Video

“…”

…The name at the very top seemed ominous for some reason. It was, after all, the nickname referring to the young man beyond the bathroom.

Suddenly nervous, Cheon Soyul quickly tapped the chat window.

And she checked. She pressed the play button. Her vision had already blurred the moment she saw the video’s thumbnail, but she acted out of inertia.

It was around the time she hadn’t even watched 10 seconds of the 10-minute video.

Cheon Soyul gently turned off her smartphone screen and put it down, then took a light breath. She then got up again and headed towards the bathroom door.

Clunk, clunk.

…It was locked. For a lightning mage, breaking such a lock was a trivial matter, but she was a modern intellectual.

She didn’t forget the concept of knocking.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

“…Come out. Come out!! Hand over your phone!! Today I’m going to delete that, format it, kill you, and then just follow you into the grave!!!”

Tears welled up in her eyes, looking utterly miserable.

“Come out, you son of a bitch!!!”

From the smartphone she had thrown onto the bed, the silhouette of a girl moving her hand beyond a translucent glass wall was visible.

The pitifully heated moans were an added bonus.