Ch.146My Stuff is Mine, Your Stuff is Also Mine (8)

“Oh my goodness… That can’t be right. So babies aren’t just magically created with a ‘poof’ when a loving couple kisses and it appears in the woman’s body? I’m sure that’s what my mom told me when I was little.”

“No, how much of the process did she skip?”

They say late learners are the most fearsome.

At first, Siyoung had insisted she would never share a blanket with Miss Ban Doyoung, but before long, she was hanging on every word and gesture her unnie shared, focusing with unwavering attention.

Come to think of it, that’s what I told that Doha-min kid when I first taught him kendo.

That the most important thing in kendo is to never take your eyes off your opponent.

Now I understood how she became the youth world champion at just second year of middle school.

It was truly the focus of a kendo prodigy.

“But that hole where babies come out is so tiny. It seems like even a finger would barely fit. Meanwhile, the man’s thing is much bigger than a finger.”

“How would Namgung Siyoung know how big a man’s thing is if you don’t even know how babies are born?”

“I-I’ve seen one before! Just, um, only my dad’s when he came out of the shower when I was little… But I remember it was much thicker than a finger! What I want to know is how something that big can fit inside a woman!”

“You came out of there too, you know.”

“Huh…? But babies are in the stomach, right? So naturally, they must be born by cutting open the belly, right?”

“That’s too extreme! I mean, there is that method too, but!”

“Anyway, forget that. Just tell me what I was asking about first.”

“This little bitch…”

“What? You said you’d explain it to me.”

Even while deeply focused on the conversation, Siyoung refused to move on to the next topic until she fully understood whatever she didn’t know.

She never stopped asking questions about things she was curious about,

and wouldn’t be satisfied until she filled in all the blank question marks to her own understanding.

It’s fortunate that her questions stayed just within the range of what I could explain.

If she had gone a bit further, I might have needed to grab my phone and seek help from Wikipedia mid-explanation.

“My goodness… I was taught that the vital point between the lower body is a weak spot that can’t be strengthened no matter how hard you train… To think that such a place can grow that much in certain situations…”

“Well, men’s things get bigger and harder like a bamboo sword when they’re aroused. It’s the same for women.”

“W-what…? It’s already so big that it’s hard to fit, and you’re saying it can get even bigger?”

“What, do I have to explain that too? Sigh… I’m only putting up with this because your learning attitude is so enthusiastic.”

Siyoung’s attitude while listening to Miss Ban Doyoung’s explanation under the same blanket and sharing a pillow was enthusiastic, if not exactly exemplary.

Still, it was rather cute how she swallowed her pride and stuck close to Miss Ban Doyoung, whom she claimed to dislike so much, just because she wanted to learn what she didn’t know.

I wasn’t quite sure if this was the eye of an older sister looking at her younger sister,

or simply finding a clingy girl cute.

“B-but how can that thing men have get as hard as a bamboo sword no matter how excited they get? It’s not like there’s a bone in there.”

“Well, instead of bone, blood gathers there to make it hard.”

“B-blood sword…?”

“Heheh, that’s not wrong. That’s funny, I should call it a blood sword too.”

The focus of a kendo genius was fully displayed even when delving into unfamiliar territory.

Her reactions when absorbing new knowledge were amusing too.

As a fellow student, I used to hate those self-proclaimed model students who would ask questions with just five minutes left in class,

but now that I was in the teaching position, I couldn’t be happier with Siyoung’s eagerness to ask about things she didn’t know.

So this is why professors look at students who ask questions with such lustful eyes.

“Now you understand, right? How babies are made. It’s not something you can do easily anywhere like kissing.”

“K-kissing shouldn’t be done just anywhere either, you know?”

“Ah, right, that’s true. Bwahaha!”

“Tch…”

Though Siyoung clicked her tongue and looked away at Ban Doyoung’s laughter,

she neither stole the blanket they were sharing nor increased the distance between them.

Even after the lecture had somewhat concluded, she fidgeted with her feet and gradually closed the distance with Miss Ban Doyoung. As if she wanted her next question to be heard by no one else.

“Hey… Have you seen Hamin oppa’s too?”

“Huh? Seen what?”

“A-are you really asking what I mean at this timing? That thing Hamin oppa has…!”

“Ah… Blood Sword Hamin?”

“Don’t combine them in weird ways!”

Look who’s talking, when you were the one who called it that.

“No matter how much you deny it, the fact that you can explain it so well means you must have at least seen or touched one… Does it really get that big when it becomes a blood sword like you said?”

“Well… Let me show you how big…”

*tap*

I gently placed my finger on Siyoung’s lower abdomen.

“W-what are you doing?”

“An ant is climbing up a string…?”

*tap tap tap…*

Starting from her lower abdomen where I first placed two fingers, I slowly moved upward.

Past Siyoung’s navel.

“S-stop it! It tickles!”

*tap*

After hearing Siyoung’s words, my finger stopped somewhere on her stomach.

“I think it came about this far last time we hugged?”

“Y-you’re lying… The blood sword can reach all the way up here?”

Siyoung’s face turned bright red as she looked down at where my finger had stopped.

Since we were sharing a bed, with the air conditioner running stronger than usual, she couldn’t have been flushed from the heat.

Miss Ban Doyoung was also someone who felt the cold more than others.

“Can a person’s body stretch enough for something like that to fit inside? What about the stomach and intestines?”

“Well, I’m not a science major, so I’m not sure about that. But, want to know something interesting?”

I leaned in and whispered into Siyoung’s ear, which was partially hidden by her hair.

“The size I just told you about… I confirmed it back when you used to call him ‘shorty oppa.'”

“…!”

“I wonder how it is now? I haven’t checked, so I don’t know. Do blood swords grow along with their owners’ height?”

“Ugh…”

It was based on memory.

It wasn’t even my body, just a rough estimate using Siyoung’s body, so there might be some error.

But even so, the shock that Miss Ban Doyoung’s body remembered seemed to be conveyed to Siyoung just the same.

Judging by how she reflexively curled up under the blanket.

“B-blood swords are scary.”

Siyoung said, trembling as she covered her face with both hands.

“Hey, hey. How can the Scarlet Swordmaster be afraid of swords? Ah, I guess it might still be dangerous for our baby Scarlet-chan?”

I patted Siyoung’s back as she trembled with her legs curled up.

“So unless you’re absolutely sure it’s someone you really like, don’t carelessly accept someone else’s blood sword. Take this advice from Ban the Thief, and remember it well.”

Of course, this wasn’t just my advice, but the world’s advice too.

In this pure youthful romance genre world, I didn’t think there would be good endings for those who carelessly spread their seeds anywhere or received seeds from just anyone.

“Then… will you accept it later? Hamin oppa’s blood sword…?”

“…”

At Siyoung’s question, I froze for a moment, my mouth stiffening.

“What, why aren’t you answering? After even checking how big Hamin oppa’s is, don’t tell me you’re backing out now?”

“…Are you asking that question to Miss Ban Doyoung? Or to Ban Doyoung?”

“Huh? What are you talking about? Why are you listing the same thing twice?”

“…Right. Right now, those two are the same. My mistake. Bwahaha!”

“Ban Crazy Woman…”

“What, now I’m Ban Crazy Woman instead of Ban the Thief? Bwahaha!”

Asking a question that couldn’t possibly get a proper answer and then expecting one.

It was so ridiculous that I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Now, I, Ban Doyoung, a virgin and crazy woman, will imitate Siyoung, a virgin and little bitch!”

“What…?”

I covered my face with both hands and trembled, just as Siyoung had done.

“B-blood swords are scary. [Hamin’s thing] is scary…”

“I-I didn’t say it like that! And what’s that thing you added at the end!”

“Uheehee! Aheuah!”

Secretly hiding my true feelings in my imitation of Siyoung,

that’s how we greeted the morning under the same blanket.

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“Ah, because of our studious student, I ended up not getting proper sleep until morning.”

“I-if you think about it, it’s all your fault.”

“But it was fun. How about it, isn’t sleeping with me not so bad sometimes?”

“…”

Siyoung turned her head slightly, avoiding my gaze.

“Oh my, this girl is playing hard to get. Honestly, it wasn’t bad, right? Educational too?”

“M-my mom taught me not to neglect my studies even while practicing kendo. I’ve never properly attended those kinds of classes because of training.”

“Is that so? Then we should sleep together more often?”

“…Do whatever you want.”

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“…Ban Thief unnie.”

Siyoung’s way of addressing Miss Ban Doyoung had evolved from “Ban the Thief” to “Ban Thief unnie.”