Chapter 29: Fantasy in the middle of the night

Class time.

The classroom was almost silent except for the sound of chalk scratching on the blackboard.

Sitting at the far end of the window, she stared blankly out the window next to her.

The sky was filled with blue energy, and cotton candy-like clouds dotted the sky.

Yesterday it rained heavily, but today the weather is nice.

In the warm sunlight, she tilted her chin slightly upward.

Her jet-black hair absorbed the sunlight and shone softly. Her red, full lips were gently biting her thumb, and her clear, bead-like pupils were staring intently at the passing clouds.

Her eyes were as calm as today’s weather, devoid of any emotion.

They were like a glass bottle with no water inside, transparent enough to see her reflection, fragile enough to break at any moment.

A dream, one that she knew would shatter into pieces in an instant, yet she couldn’t help but be drawn into it. That was why she was the dream itself.

Suddenly struck by a thought, Seona, sitting next to her, let out a soft chuckle.

She thought herself silly for indulging in such fantasies, but at the same time, she thought it was a pretty good analogy.

Seona tore a corner of her textbook and scribbled on it with a ballpoint pen.

Unlike her slim, cat-like, charming appearance, Seona had terrible handwriting.

“You know?”

She handed him the hastily written note.

As her shoulders slumped, she looked at Seona, who was smiling brightly next to her with dry eyes.

At the same time, the smile on Seona’s lips grew even wider.

She remained frozen for a moment, as if someone had pressed the pause button, but eventually she got up from her seat.

The chair scraped across the floor as she pushed it back.

“Excuse me, teacher…”

“What’s wrong?”

“My head hurts so much. Can I take a break in the infirmary for a moment?”

“Sure. But you know you can only rest in the infirmary until the next class starts, right? If it hurts too much, you can leave early.”

“Teacher, why can the class president do it but I can’t?”

“Ugh, if you got grades as good as the class president, I wouldn’t say anything. Stop pretending to be sick and study!”

Perhaps it was thanks to her reputation as the top student in the grade.

It was a flimsy excuse, but the young female teacher nodded in agreement. However, it was by no means a fortunate turn of events for her.

Before she could react, Seona suddenly raised her arm. Having anticipated this, she showed no sign of distress.

“Sia really seems to be in pain. Can I go with her, teacher?”

Her hair was as red as blood. Beneath it, her pale face was covered with a mask that revealed her concern to anyone who saw it.

But only she could see her true feelings beneath that mask.

The homeroom teacher nodded silently at her earnest request.

As soon as she received the silent permission, Seon-ah quickly grabbed her hand and led her away. Her sharp fingernails gently pressed down on her white hand.

A slight pain rose up, but she did not change her expression.

“Let’s go, Sia.”

She did not answer, but simply let herself be led away by the girl in front of her.

“Are you okay?”

A voice higher than usual asked.

But there was no answer.

Seon-ah paused for a moment, looked around the infirmary, and continued walking, still holding her hand tightly.

Normally, there would be at least one teacher present, but the infirmary was empty.

The nurse usually retreats to the teachers’ lounge around this time to smoke.

Anyway, she wasn’t really sick, and she knew it, so she had come here pretending to be sick.

To make sure no one else was there, Seona scanned the empty room once more and led her, who had been quietly following her since earlier, to the bed in the corner of the infirmary.

“Kuh…!”

Squeak

She threw her down roughly.

Like a puppet with its strings cut, she collapsed onto the bed.

Even though she was relatively light, the worn-out bed’s cushion inevitably let out a scream.

The girl’s black, shiny hair spread out like silk.

Satisfied with the sight, Seon-ah closed the makeshift curtain around the bed.

Though it was somewhat dim and cramped, it instantly became their private space.

The next moment, Seon-ah’s body also collapsed onto the bed where she lay.

The two female bodies were intertwined as if they were one.

No words were exchanged. Because they weren’t needed.

Only the rough, heated breathing of beasts filled the narrow space enclosed by the curtains.

The girl pounced on her like a starving beast, and she accepted it as if it were familiar, like a r*pe.

“Haa… Chi, friend, we’re friends, right? Right? Sia? Isia?”

He undid her white shirt and caressed her equally white skin.

Her breasts were so full that he could barely hold them in one hand.

He slipped his hand into her plain white underwear and kneaded her soft flesh to his heart’s content.

His other hand crawled between her skirt and her soft thighs with five fingers.

His hands were extremely skilled at exploring her body.

It was hard to believe that she was a high school freshman, given what she had been through.

Seon-ah, or rather, the woman, seemed to know exactly how to arouse her partner and herself.

But reality is different from porn, and unless you’re on some kind of aphrodisiac, you can’t feel pleasure from someone you strongly dislike.

The unpleasant middle finger had already pushed her panties aside, but she closed her eyes gently with a calm expression.

Her long eyelashes trembled at her own helplessness, unable to resist until the end.

If resistance is meaningless, there is no choice but to accept it.

After all, she had grown accustomed to it by now.

She calmly accepted the waves that crashed over her.