Chapter 68 : Dormitory
by fnovelpia
Hayul grabbed the lewd hand threatening from below.
Interlacing their fingers, she tried to play pitifully coy, but the grip soon loosened.
“I—I told you… no…”
Sex first thing on a Sunday morning?
She barely had the strength to get up—if they did it now, she’d actually die.
But the difference in their strength was undeniable.
Helpless, Hayul was pulled under the covers by Yena’s dominating hands.
Next came the pleading.
“Please… my back hurts…”
Watching Hayul squeeze her eyes shut and tremble, Yena felt something sticky and hot surge inside her.
But she vividly remembered what happened yesterday, too.
If she pushed any further, they might really end up in the hospital.
This reaction was exactly what she’d wanted anyway.
A strange satisfaction filled her head.
Yena buried her nose in Hayul’s neck.
It smelled like freshly baked bread.
Hayul, sensing danger near her shoulder, shuddered violently—almost like a seizure. A sticky wetness trickled below.
“Hh—hk—!”
“It’s okay. Relax. Mwah.”
Why so tense when I’m not even doing anything?
Last night’s Hayul flashed in her mind:
‘I said st-stop…! No more…!’
No hypnosis needed—just drunk and bossy.
Adorable.
Pretending not to notice had been torture.
Judging by her reaction, she probably didn’t remember.
Yena lazily stroked Hayul’s hair, slow and reassuring.
Gradually, Hayul’s body went limp.
Guess she’ll be resting in bed all day.
Sundays were short.
Historically, Sundays were always short.
She’d barely done anything, yet the day vanished in a blink.
“Ugh… I don’t wanna go…”
Stretching her arms, she yawned—
—and immediately felt a heated gaze from beside her.
No words were needed. She knew exactly what Yena was thinking.
“I don’t wanna go” had flipped a switch.
(Not that kind of “go”! Academy, you perv!)
Sigh… Zeroing in on the worst possible thing again.
“I didn’t say anything~”
Yena shook her head innocently, slinking out of bed.
Time to get ready.
Grabbing a towel, she headed to the bathroom—
—then froze at the sight of the storage box nearby.
…That’s where the… the stuff came from.
Everything Yena had used on her was stored there.
To her, it might as well have been Pandora’s Box.
She shook her head, forcing the thought away.
“…Are you insane? Out.”
She didn’t forget to shove Yena back when she tried to follow.
“Really, out?”
“Oh, is fake leaving an option?! Go—!”
“Waaah…”
The fake crying made her blood boil.
(Though one look at that face and she’d melt anyway.)
SLAM. The shower started.
She dried off briskly, ignoring Yena’s burning stare.
A dismissive wave and a “Hurry up”—perfect.
“Whew…”
A full day of rest had her feeling brand-new.
Yena hadn’t pushed further, either.
How rough was I that her libido’s already drained?
Maybe it was a blessing she couldn’t remember.
The noisy morning routine finally ended.
Bag packed, she stood at the doorway, slipping on her shoes.
Yena blocked the door like some kind of bouncer.
“Let’s go. I’m ready.”
“Before we leave…”
Yena puckered her lips.
Here we go. This girl, I swear—
She obviously wouldn’t budge without payment.
But this much was still within easy limits.
I’ve got experience now, you little deviant.
“Come here.”
She beckoned, and Yena obediently stepped forward—
—unaware of the trap.
Mwah.
A quick peck, then she pulled away.
Past experience taught her: never stimulate Yena in the morning.
She subtly turned her body mid-kiss, too.
Yena’s sparkling, dissatisfied eyes said it all.
“Too short.”
“Nope. Not doing more.”
“Boo.”
Firm boundaries are a must.
I’ve been burned too many times.
Grabbing Yena’s arm, she yanked the door open.
Heh. Beat you to it.
Time to leave before things escalated.
The academy’s system worked fast.
What kind of weekend hustle made results drop this quick?
“…Isn’t this too fast?”
“Academy teachers work weekends too.”
“Wow… brutal.”
Rankings were posted the moment they arrived—each student even got a PDF via text.
Very on-brand for an otherworldly academy.
“They say the pay’s worth it.”
“When did you even ask that…?”
“Well, duh.”
Class rank: 8th. School rank: 32nd.
Not bad at all.
No—actually, given my usual academic prowess, this was downright miraculous.
But then there was the girl sitting next to me.
Top of the entire school.
“First place?! No way. This has to be a mistake.”
I’ve never seen you study alone.
I knew you were smart, but…
This was like staring at some kind of freak of nature.
I vaguely remembered reading something online—
People improve fastest when they’re teaching someone else.
Was that it?
Even so, this made no sense.
“Be honest. Did you bribe the school?”
“…You’re an MBTI N, aren’t you.”
“What’s that? Is it important?”
“Eh, just means you’ve got a wild imagination. Not a big deal.”
Regardless of her rank, there was something I had to do.
Since she’d helped me score well, the least I could do was say thanks.
Hell, maybe even give her a gift.
“Sigh… Well, thanks. I guess I did… okay, thanks to you.”
“Anyway, now you’ll grant my wish, right? Heh~”
Her “wish” was painfully obvious.
Probably that “insert the vibrator and walk around” thing from last time.
Knowing her, she’d make up excuses to keep it in even at school—
pressing the button whenever I talked to someone or did anything important…
“Ngh… Just imagining it—”
A dull ache throbbed in my lower back.
Absolutely, definitely not because of… anticipation.
It’s just—this wasn’t something a normal human would do.
The “gift” she wanted was none other than my body.
I nodded anyway. A deal’s a deal.
Watching Yena practically bounce with joy made my chest tighten.
Honestly, I’m not confident about this rotor play…
Yena clapped her hands and abruptly changed the subject.
She already looked too happy—
and all I’d done was nod.
“Ahem. Any problems you struggled with?”
“Oh, uh—hang on.”
I flipped through my test and pointed at one question.
The hardest one, by my standards.
“Ah, that one.”
Yena frowned for a second, then launched into an explanation.
Even through my daze, her voice hooked into my ears.
I’d thought it was way beyond my level, but with a few of her “formulas,” it unraveled easily.
For a moment, I forgot all about her wish.
“Ughhh…”
But then it hit me—the wall of talent between us.
It was solvable. I’d just been too stupid to see it.
I slumped to the floor in despair.
Even the dust motes on the wooden planks seemed to mock me.
“I—I get it now…”
“Pfft. What’s that face?”
If you’re this good at teaching, what’s left for me to excel at?!
Top grades, rich, gorgeous…
Personality? Well—
“…I’m better at that, at least.”
I shot up from my seat and glared at her.
Ah. So she traded one flaw for all those advantages.
Like in games—taking a debuff to stack buffs elsewhere.
“Hah… Yeah, that tracks.”
“What? Why?”
I patted her shoulder, half-consoling, half-resentful.
Ding—
A notification chimed on both our phones.
The academy’s dorm assignment notice.
How much are they paying these people to work this fast?!
“Kinda… terrifying.”
Yena was staring at her screen too.
I peeked over her shoulder—then froze.
“Wait, why’s yours different?”
“…”
Tap-tap. Tap-tap.
She ignored me, typing something.
I leaned in, gripping her shoulder.
“Hey—why’s my name—?!”
Too late.
She clicked the file—a contract-like document—with my name on it.
Another cheerful chime.
This time, only my phone.
My neck creaked like unoiled machinery as I turned.
[Subject: Dorm Assignment Confirmation]
[Content: Hello, this is Blooming Academy…]
Just as I’d feared.
Yena had kidnapped me into her dorm room.
“You just… decided this? Without even asking?!”
“Guess we’re roommates now.”
Her hand slid around my waist.
The moment she touched me, everything clenched below.
My body—thoroughly trained over weeks—welcomed her touch too eagerly.
Once again, I blamed her for my own depravity.
“You—you pervert! Ugh, die! Die!”
She happily absorbed my shoulder punches.
What’s going through that head of hers?!
Nothing good for me, probably.
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