Chapter 51 : I love you
by fnovelpia
I was stuck to my back like gum, controlling my movements.
“Left.”
“…”
It was a path I’d never seen before.
Of course, hallways all looked the same.
But it was clear I’d never been down this one.
“…Yena! This is…”
“Is this really…?”
Then, two girls approached from the end of the hallway.
The moment I saw them, my body froze.
“Why’d you stop?”
“…Over there.”
They were walking arm in arm, laughing brightly, as if they were close.
“You said you were fine just a moment ago?”
Well, I was fine when we passed the first-years, but…
The girls ahead were wearing yellow name tags.
First-years had white ones, second-years had yellow.
‘If they’re second-years, they’re not them, but…’
You never know.
I grabbed the arm wrapped around my neck.
It was because I remembered the two predators in front of the club room.
“…Eek.”
Now that I thought about it, it was ridiculous.
I was the victim, so why was I the one scared?
It was also strange to assume all upperclassmen were bad.
They were walking tightly embraced, as if claiming each other.
As if we were invisible from the start.
“…It’s nothing, let’s keep going.”
“Pfft. Yeah.”
Yena’s arm tightened around my neck.
A much stickier display than their arm-in-arm walk.
Her chest pressed against my back, and a strange sense of superiority spread through me.
“…You live for the thrill of watching?”
“Ugh, what kind of manga is this— hey, just watch the first episode. Once you see it…”
They were showing each other their phones.
The girls ahead passed by without even glancing at us.
Had I been tense without realizing it? My neck was stiff.
“Huu…”
“Cute. Let’s go too.”
“Okay…”
The place Yena dragged me to was the school’s backyard.
“Whew…”
A heavy sigh escaped Yena from behind.
She was the one who brought me here—what was up?
The moment I turned to look at her—
“Ah…!”
My arm was grabbed, and my body spun around.
Yena skillfully pushed me against the wall.
Thud.
“Ugh.”
She slammed the wall beside me.
I was trapped between the wall and her, unable to move.
A classic “wall slam” pose, straight out of a manga.
The heroines in novels and dramas always reacted similarly—
Either scared or flustered.
What I felt leaned toward the latter.
‘Experiencing it for real is kinda…’
My heart was pounding harder than usual—this must be what they call “butterflies.”
Of course, it wasn’t as intense as during sex, so it was hard to define.
My mind was filled with Yena’s colors and scent.
‘…’
I didn’t know. If I’d become like this, it was all Yena’s fault.
Who even has sex before confessing?
If the problem was that I went along with it, then I had no right to complain…
How many seconds had passed?
After trapping me with one arm, Yena did nothing.
“Yena…?”
Her expression was strange.
Not the gentle one from our first meeting.
Nor the playful smirk she wore during sex.
How could I describe it?
Ah—exactly like before she confessed.
Eyes clouded with confusion and resolve.
Seeing that, a sadistic urge slowly welled up in me.
Maybe this was the perfect chance to tease the usually unshakable Yena.
Just as I opened my mouth to speak—
“Mm…?”
Yena covered my mouth with her other hand.
This wasn’t in the manga…?
“Don’t answer. Just listen.”
“…”
Uncovering my mouth to enjoy my reaction—uncharacteristic of her.
Her slightly flushed cheeks and averted gaze.
It was unmistakably an expression of embarrassment.
Was she really getting shy now?
Surprisingly cute.
My eyes curved without me realizing.
A change so fast even I didn’t notice.
Yena glanced at me, then scowled deeply.
“This is…”
The hand against the wall reached into her pocket.
Curious, my eyes followed.
A familiar piece of fabric peeked out.
‘A handkerchief?’
Yena wedged it between us and covered my eyes.
“Eep!”
Maybe she didn’t use her hand because she thought the wall was dirty.
The soft texture of fabric, different from her palm, brushed against me.
“Hmph, tch.”
A sound escaped my lips—not to mock, but because it was so like Yena.
Thinking back, she’d been like this during sex too.
A bit domineering, but in between…
My face grew hot, so I stopped that train of thought.
Just then, Yena’s voice reached my ears.
“Hayul. I’ve never had to hold back this much before… ever.”
“…”
Yena, embarrassed?
I might be the only one in school who’s seen this.
“I want to… you right now.”
Her voice dropped too low to catch the middle.
But with my mouth and eyes covered, I had no choice but to wait.
“I don’t know how to do the warm, fluttery stuff you like.”
Something tapped my leg.
Before I could think, my legs parted on their own.
‘Huh…?’
It felt so natural.
I figured Yena had done something, but parting this easily wasn’t part of the plan.
Self-disgust surged, and I tried to close my legs.
But something between them blocked me.
I reached down with my free hands.
From the feel and situation, it seemed to be Yena’s knee.
“And… you already know this, but…”
“Hn…!”
Her knee pressed deeper between my legs.
The pressure against my lower half sent sharp pleasure through me, weakening my legs.
“This is more my style.”
“Nn, mm.”
I surrendered to her again.
Just like last night.
Yena continued casually.
“So, I was going to give up at first.”
“Hah…!”
Gravity pulled me down, intensifying the pressure.
Her words were barely audible now.
Moving my weakened legs was nearly impossible.
Truthfully, I didn’t want to.
“Even when I left you alone, someone kept trying to touch you.”
“Ngh, mm, kkh!”
Worse, Yena’s knee began grinding against me.
‘If this turns me on, I’m done for…’
What if I suddenly got wet?
If her knee grew slick with it.
Would she discard the confession and just pin me down right here?
“No matter what, I couldn’t accept that. So I couldn’t give up.”
“Mm, hng…”
“You get it, right?”
Whoosh—
The handkerchief lifted slowly.
‘Too bright…’
Yena gave me time to adjust.
I blinked until the light became bearable.
The first thing I saw was Yena’s eyes.
The reflection in them—
‘So lewd…’
Even I could tell how disheveled I looked.
Tear-streaked eyes, flushed cheeks obvious even with half my face hidden.
“Huu…”
Yena took a deep breath, then met my gaze again.
“…Go out with me.”
“…!”
For some reason, my hips trembled without any stimulation.
Overwhelmed, I clenched my eyes shut.
When I opened them, her eyes were still there.
The reflection in them looked as if I’d already climaxed.
“You weren’t planning to refuse anyway. You can’t.”
Yena was right.
I wasn’t in any state to refuse.
Physically, with my mouth covered, it was impossible.
“Besides, here—”
“Pffh…!”
The pressure on my mouth suddenly disappeared.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her hand glistening with my saliva.
Then, that hand moved downward.
“W-Wait—ah! Nngh, eek!”
Yena forced her hand into my panties.
Without even removing the knee still pressing between my legs.
“Feels like you already agreed, doesn’t it?”
“Hyaah, kkh—!”
My lower lips danced eagerly under her touch, answering for me.
My upper lips were too busy gasping to form words.
But Yena seemed satisfied anyway, leaning in closer.
“Hayul, I love you.”
“Nngh, ah—! Hiiik…!”
Mwah.
I came right then.
No force, no urgency—
Just Yena’s leisurely touch, a brief kiss, and a whispered confession.
That unfamiliar sensation washed over me again.
Like a gunshot of pleasure from below, straight to my head.
My vision filled with Yena’s colors as my upper body went limp, collapsing into her.
She caught me effortlessly, holding me tight.
I weakly wrapped my arms around her waist, trying to share even a fraction of the pleasure.
All it took was one confession.
Just three words—I love you.
No penetration, nothing else—
Yet I shuddered in her arms, clutching her slender waist as wave after wave rolled through me.
A little more time passed.
We were still holding each other.
Yena, satisfied with my body’s answer, patted my back soothingly.
“Hah…”
Had my back become an erogenous zone too?
Everywhere we touched buzzed with lingering pleasure.
But beneath the still-simmering arousal, I heard something jarring.
Click, click.
“Hey—hurry, pull away…!”
I warned her in the smallest, most urgent whisper I could manage.
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