episode_0013

The next morning, Ayeon woke up on the wide bed and felt the emptiness of her hand.

“Huh… I’m sure I fell asleep with Yeji last night…”

She had been caressing Yeji’s chest before falling asleep, but now in the morning, Yeji was nowhere to be seen, leaving her alone.

“Did she wake me up and go to school alone because I didn’t get up?”

Ayeon quickly grabbed her phone placed on the pillow and checked the time, letting out a sigh of relief.

The electronic clock on her phone showed that it was already past 6 in the morning, too early to go to school.

“Phew, then where did she go?? Hmph… She’s really cute, different from how she looks.”

The night before, after several rounds of intense affection, the two of them had shared many stories under the same blanket.

Ayeon was a bit surprised to have had Yeji’s first kiss and first intimate moment, but the bigger surprise came afterwards.

“To think she’s been developing sensitive spots all over her body by massaging her chest… Is she innocent or just foolish? I should let Yeji handle the foolish ones from now on!”

Ayeon, who had discovered that Yeji had developed sensitive spots in areas that were easily ticklish, spent the night tickling her armpits, sides, neck, and back, enjoying Yeji’s reactions.

And then, going a step further, she confidently claimed that she was good at chest massages, and as proof, she vigorously massaged Yeji’s chest until she fell asleep.

Before falling asleep, Yeji seemed to whisper various things, but Ayeon, exhausted from using up all her energy, couldn’t hear what she was saying. She just thought she had met Yeji in her dream.

“Hmm, I think Yeji said something in my dream… Ah, I don’t know. But Yeji does have a nice chest. The shape and color are pretty. But it’s off-limits for me! Hehe.”

As she got out of bed and hurriedly got dressed, Ayeon suddenly boosted her self-esteem.

Huff, puff- thump, thump-

As she stepped out of the room, she heard the sound of hitting and something being pounded from a distance. The sound was coming from the second floor, a room that had been closed yesterday.

Swoosh

As Ayeon went up to the second floor and peeked into the room, she couldn’t help but be shocked.

Yeji, wearing a tight tank top and short shorts, was fiercely pounding a sandbag.

“Hup! Hup!”

Matching the short punching sounds, she alternated between punches and kicks, and at some point, she started moving the sandbag with just kicks, stepping with her feet.

“Wow… Is she really a high school student? No wonder she can beat up anyone and walk around school like a boss.”

“Hoo, haa.”

After finishing with high kicks, middle kicks, and spinning back kicks using the recoil, Yeji began to finish with stretching.

“It’s truly an art.”

Ayeon’s eyes were drawn to Yeji’s peculiar stretching, where she pressed her legs up to 180 degrees, but they were more captivated by her alluring pelvis and hip line that stood out even more in her tight pants.

As Yeji twisted her upper body while stretching, she caught Ayeon peeking at her from behind the door(?).

“…What are you doing there?”

Although she had done nothing wrong, Ayeon, who was startled for no reason, stammered out an excuse.

“Well, I woke up in the morning and my hand felt empty, so I was wondering why you weren’t there… No, I couldn’t see you, so I came out and heard strange noises…”

Seeing Ayeon flustered, Yeji smiled faintly and wiped her sweat with a towel, saying,

“Sorry, I must have slept in too much~ I need to loosen up my body every morning to feel refreshed.”

Ayeon felt her heart flutter as Yeji apologized and even laughed softly.

“Ugh, why is she apologizing! Why does she look so cool! She’s a girl just like me! Wait, didn’t I do that kind of thing with Yeji yesterday? Is that normal then? Ugh, what am I even thinking right now!”

Amused by the ever-changing expression of Ayeon, she burst into laughter and led Ayeon downstairs to the first floor.

“Sigh, what are you doing? Let’s quickly have breakfast and go to school.”

After having a simple breakfast and going to school together, Ayeon felt a sense of unfamiliarity from Yeji.

“Definitely. She has definitely changed.”

Until yesterday, she was kind to herself compared to other kids, but she still maintained her mocking expression and haughty image. But now, instead of that cold image, she felt a kind and gentle vibe.

Ayeon, who vaguely knew the reason behind it, sighed inwardly.

“Ugh, yeah… Honestly, I feel the same way. Ugh, how did I…”

Ayeon, still struggling to accept it, sighed as if she remembered something she had forgotten.

“Oh, Yeji. I was going to ask you about something yesterday, why did the Korean traditionalist call you?”

“Oh, that?”

After briefly recalling the conversation she had with Teacher Hong Sujeong, Yeji told Ayeon what had been discussed.

“What? Is that girl crazy? Who is she to meddle in our business?”

Although she called Yeji to talk, most of the trouble was caused by herself, so Ayeon felt embarrassed and blamed herself. She was also worried that Yeji might blame her for this incident.

Reading Ayeon’s thoughts, Yeji patted Ayeon’s brown hair and reassured her.

“It’s not like that, they’re probably just feeling sorry for them. We have our own worries too. Maybe it feels like a sense of responsibility as adults?”

“Well, they say that even in the pigeon, that girl… No, that traditionalist is famous. She tried to scold her because she was unlucky, but there are rumors that she actually won. The losers were embarrassed and kept it a secret.”

Seeing that Ayeon didn’t have a strong reaction, Yeji put her arm around Ayeon and said.

“Yeah, let’s just leave the losers alone and have fun together~”

As they talked about having fun, Ayeon smiled as she watched Yeji pat her chest.

“Cheeky! Hehe. But what do you mean by worrying about us that you just mentioned?”

Thinking deeply about Ayeon’s question, Yeji looked puzzled. It was actually just something she said without thinking, but it definitely felt that way.

“Well, I don’t know? Just a feeling?”

“What~ Silly Yeji!”

“Huh? A fool to the model student who ranks 5th in the whole school~?!”

“Where is the model student who looks like a gangster like this?!”

Their banter continued until they arrived at school.

The 2nd year, Class 3, where Yeji, Ayeon, and Hye-hyun belonged, was generally quiet. It wasn’t as disciplined as other classes, but it was quiet enough that there was no shouting or throwing things. The reason for this was obviously Yeji’s presence.

But recently, the kids were more cautious of Hye-hyun than Yeji. Hye-hyun was just as good at fighting as Yeji, not standing out because of Yeji. Sometimes she looked very unhappy, and on those days, she would pick fights with juniors and seniors regardless of their status, making them look pathetic.

On those days, instead of publicly humiliating them, she would release her stress by making them beg to be seen, licking her feet, or hitting them until their breasts swelled and they were naked. She projected Yeji’s image onto the other person.

‘Unlucky girl.’

After becoming a second-year student, it was evident that she was being blatantly ignored. In contrast, Ayeon showed a warm attitude that she hadn’t seen in ten years.

“A woman like a prostitute!”

In a moment of shock, she kicked her classmate’s exposed belly in front of her, causing her to fall to the ground.

“Ouch!”

Ignoring the tear-streaked girl, she headed to the rooftop. That day, she particularly didn’t want to see Yeji’s face.

“Sigh.”

Recently, Yeji had shown no interest in her, but Hyehyun was tired of trying to please her based on Yeji’s mood.

Yeji might have thought differently, but at least she had considered Yeji a friend, even if she disliked her. That was until that incident.

During high school, there was a friend who had said that they looked like twins because their styles were similar. It was a harmless comment.

But the way Yeji had looked at her with a fierce expression, as if she were looking at something dirty, was something Hyehyun could never forget until the day she died.

“Hey!!! Why am I stuck with a daughter of a woman like this…”