episode_0011

11

What… was that?

“Ugh… just go up already…!”

“……”

It’s true that I was hoping for a little something to happen.

And it’s also true that I ended up clinging to Woojin because of that.

But what… was that just now?

What Woojin did to me.

…What happened to me.

“Where’s… the top of this blanket…? …I don’t know. Whatever…”

“……”

Still pretending to sleep, I keep my eyes shut and curl up—only for a soft blanket to drape over my shoulders.

Ji-yoon, who must’ve struggled to carry it this far, pants heavily (huff, huff) in front of me before rubbing her lower back (groan) and leaving the room.

Peeking through barely open eyes, I watch her retreating figure until the door clicks shut—then immediately bolt upright.

What the hell was that?

Did I just… get kissed?

And not just kissed—did I gulp down a guy’s saliva like some kind of pervert?!

I know what kissing is.

I’ve heard from friends that it’s not just lips touching—that tongues can tangle a little too.

But I’ve never heard about swallowing someone’s spit like that…

Lee Hayoon, what the hell? Why did you just obediently drink it up, you idiot?!

“…Ughhh……”

No matter how much I think about it, it’s weird.

It’s hard to explain unless it was a dream.

So I pinch my thigh to check—but all I get is sharp, undeniable pain.

And to make things worse, the memory of Woojin’s touch resurfaces, making my face burn even hotter.

No, okay. Honestly, I did want something.

But I was just hoping for a light hug, or maybe… a little brush against his defenseless chest. Something innocent like that.

I never expected things to escalate that far in the brief moment Ji-yoon was in the bathroom…

Maybe it’s because the room is pitch black. The memory of what just happened automatically replays in my head.

Click—the sound of the bathroom door closing.

The faint sound of running water filling the quiet living room.

Is this my chance? I press my cheek lightly against Woojin’s shoulder.

Then, after he forcibly tilts my chin up—

…My brain.

Short-circuited.

That’s the only explanation.

“Ngk…”

As Seo Woojin’s lips met mine, the lewd sound of wetness—something I’d never heard before—echoed loudly in my head.

Hahp, haah— In my panic, my tongue tangled with his on its own, and before I knew it, foreign saliva pooled at the back of my throat, where his grip tightened (squeeze, squeeze).

…This was my first kiss.

And before I could even process it—gulp, gulp—I swallowed mouthfuls of a man’s spit, letting it settle in my stomach.

Just that alone made my shoulders shiver (shudder), leaving me flustered.

And then, as if that wasn’t enough, his hand reached my completely exposed thigh.

Thankfully, it didn’t go anywhere too indecent (absolutely, absolutely off-limits), but it was dangerously close to that area.

Yet I let him touch me however he wanted, all while quietly drinking down his spit.

Like some deep part of me wanted it that way.

I… I really didn’t think I was that kind of person…

The only silver lining is that Ji-yoon didn’t seem to notice at all.

If she’d walked out of the bathroom and seen me getting kissed like that, she would’ve immediately brought up what happened back then.

That time in high school when Ji-yoon caught me…

Watching… a certain kind of video.

I managed to play it off back then—I was watching something else and accidentally clicked it!—but if she’d seen this just now…

Who knows what would’ve happened…

“…Was it… the alcohol?”

Damn this liquor.

Whenever something happens after drinking, it’s easy to just blame the alcohol and move on.

You can write it off as a one-night mistake and forget about it.

Except—

There was one lingering consequence I couldn’t just ignore.

Still in my clothes, I collapse sideways onto the bed like a puppet with its strings cut.

Then, carefully, I peel down the leggings clinging to my thighs.

Next, I slowly slide aside the panties stuck to skin far damper than usual—

And flinch at the immediate wetness I feel.

Running my middle finger down the place my white panties had been hiding…

…I was soaked.

All because of a kiss with Woojin, being forced to swallow his spit, and having my thigh lightly touched.

Drenched beyond anything I’d ever seen before.

“……”

Am I… actually way more of a pervert than I thought?

Enough to admit it to myself?

Slick and sticky.

When I lift my finger slightly, strands of sticky fluid stretch between them—

Disgustingly lewd.

“……”

…This is insane.

When I masturbate alone, it takes at least ten minutes to get this wet.

But just from a quick kiss and a little thigh-touching…

I’m already this worked up…

“……”

Maybe that’s why.

After taking a moment to collect myself—

Once I confirm the outside is completely silent—

…Squelch, squelch.

I start fingering myself so hard that juices spill (drip, drip) down my sideways-turned ass.

Enough to soak the bedsheet beneath me.

Of course, what’s playing in my head is…

That…

That moment.

It had been a fruitful day.

Jogging lightly to avoid straining my alcohol-lagged body, I pause at a red light to catch my breath.

First, it’s confirmed—I’ve returned to the past.

I’d already guessed as much when the robber showed up, so no surprises there.

Saving Lee Hayoon from the robber became the catalyst for us growing much closer than expected.

Hayoon was definitely awake when I forced that kiss on her.

The way her shoulders and thighs tensed (shiver) every time our tongues brushed proved it.

Yet she never resisted.

Not even when Ji-yoon was about to step out of the bathroom.

Sure, her neck is one of her erogenous zones, so that might explain part of it…

But for someone as lively as her to submit so quietly, there had to be one more condition.

Her attraction to me.

Without it, Hayoon wouldn’t have accepted it so easily.

Hell, I wouldn’t even have gotten inside her apartment in the first place.

A smooth start.

“Haa…”

It’s still February, with winter winds howling outside.

Like most schools, the Academy is on winter break.

I wonder how many times Hayoon will visit the infirmary now.

…And how long it’ll take Ji-yoon to notice the change in her sister.

Tap, tap—footsteps approach.

The night air brushes my cheek, cold.

Feeling the heat in my body fade, I suck on a throat lozenge and pick up my pace.

The Academy’s nurse.

No—correction.

As the Academy’s health committee member, my duties were as simple as previously stated.

Arrive at the Academy on time.

Treat injured students with my ability and fill out forms.

The rest is free time.

I’m allowed to audit any hero classes I want.

There’s a separate pager anyway (a vibrating device tucked in the health committee coat pocket—bzz, bzz), so no need to worry about missing emergencies.

Recommended courses include rescue operations, evacuation guidance, and combat training—subjects directly tied to civilian safety and where students frequently get hurt.

…Or so the documents handed to me by Principal Seok Jae-hwa this morning say.

The handwriting is oddly cute—too delicate for an old man’s.

Unfortunately, auditing classes doesn’t interest me.

If Ji-yoon enrolls later or a new hero catches my eye, I might reconsider, but for now, it’s too early.

Hayoon and Ji-yoon are enough for the time being.

While browsing world news on my laptop that morning—

Knock knock

An unexpected sound.

Unlike yesterday, the infirmary sign is properly displayed today, but the visit comes sooner than expected.

I figured injured students would trickle in after classes started.

Hmm. Maybe some curious student dropped by to check out the new setup.

Closing my laptop, I stand up.

“…Oh, hi.”

“……”

But it’s Hayoon at the door.

Clutching an overpriced hangover remedy from the convenience store.

The tiny star-shaped piercing on one ear.

The lazily worn Academy uniform.

The usual long ponytail.

All the same—

Yet today, she seems oddly subdued.

The reason is obvious.

It’s because of what happened last night.

Her reaction is cuter than I expected.

“Yes? What brings you here, noona?”

“…This. For you.”

Avoiding eye contact, Hayoon thrusts the hangover cure at me.

She already spent her own money on alcohol yesterday—this seems like too much.

I’m not even hungover.

Still, refusing would be awkward, so I accept it.

Besides, this gives me an excuse to keep exchanging gifts and deepening our connection.

“You didn’t have to go out of your way for this.”

“Y-You must have a headache. You drank a lot yesterday.”

“A headache?”

Hayoon nods (flick, flick).

“I, uh… don’t remember much from last night…!”

“Last night…?”

“Yeah. After like, a can and a bit, everything’s blank. Ahaha…”

She still won’t meet my eyes.

Even after a brief silence.

Glancing at me hesitantly before quickly looking away again.

…Feeling a little mischievous, I decide to tease her.

“…I see.”

“……”

“Then I guess you don’t remember anything that happened between us.”

“Wha, wha, wha, what…?”

“It’s fine. It wasn’t anything major.”

“How is that not—! Eek…”

Hayoon’s cheeks burn bright red.

So much for not remembering—that was a blatant lie.

“I’ll take this. Thanks, noona.”

“……”

“If you get hurt during training today, come see me. I’ll prioritize you over other students.”

“……”

She gives a small nod (nod) when I smile.

Soon, her ears flushed red, she shuffles (creak, creak) back down the hallway.

“…It didn’t work?”

“Nope…”

“Why? Doesn’t Woojin like you?”

“Dunno…? Does he like me…?”

“He took your number on the first day.”

“…Ah… that was me taking his… He looked kinda hot, so I thought I’d treat myself…”

“God damn it, you should’ve said something, you brick-brain!”

“Shut up… I’m also upset I missed my shot, okayyy…”

“What now? We can’t squeeze more money out of them. Should we promise extra later once we’ve got leverage?”

“…Namho-yah.”

“Yeah?”

“Did we get his address during the interview…?”

“We did, but it’s probably fake. No way he’d give real info if he never planned to join.”

“……Let’s see… Huh. It’s close.”

“…We’ll check it out later, I guess…”