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Episode 22: Kang Hyun-ah. Your fist hurts the most.

“N-Noona… my body…”

…

The storm of emotions that raged like a tempest seemed to quietly subside as if asking when it had begun.

With everything gone, all that remained was shame and reason.

The embarrassment of spitting out awkward words made her cheeks flush.

And then…

“Ugh…”

The sensation of something hard against Han Seyeon’s thigh.

Cold reason overlaid by emotion.

If one knew how to think properly, they would understand the nature of the sensation on her thigh.

Han Seyin’s object.

Nothing more, nothing less, yet Han Seyeon’s body stiffened.

Shameful moisture in her voice.

“Pl-please let go…”

Was it embarrassment? Or did pronunciation falter due to a lump in her chest?

Whatever the reason, Han Seyeon’s heartbeat gradually quickened.

Desire approaching to the point of tingling in her lower abdomen.

And guilt.

“Sorry…”

Sister and brother.

Bound by the relationship of siblings, they began tormenting her beneath moral concepts, transcending mere law.

As her body relaxed, regret and guilt flooded in.

“I’ll go to the bathroom.”

“Mm-hmm…”

Shuffling steps.

A gait more uncomfortable than anyone else’s.

In an instant, a rod-like shape protruding above her school uniform pants caught Han Seyeon’s eye.

Gulp.

Surprised even after swallowing saliva.

Quickly averting her gaze.

Throwing clothes far away, she starts laying down a blanket.

Something must be done.

Anything, or else… because focusing on emotions leads to trouble.

Due to harboring socially unacceptable feelings.

Hating herself more and feeling sorry for others.

She started preparing in advance.

***

“Phew, that was close.”

[Understood.]

Had it been a while since she hadn’t masturbated?

Accumulated, natural arousal arose.

When Han Seyeon initiated a chest attack, he ended up getting an erection.

He didn’t immediately masturbate.

Alone, who knows, but he didn’t want to harvest already, naturally creating the situation.

In that sense.

He opened the shop window after a long time.

Also to check the accumulated points.

[Shop]

[Chicken – 2 points]

[Cash – 1 point.]

Besides the two immediately visible items, there were various other products.

Literally, almost everything was available.

From simple food to furniture, and even houses.

Of course, the corresponding points had to be spent, but he thought it balanced out.

[Current Points: 5432]

Cash could be bought in bundles, and with a few months of hardship, debts could be repaid.

[Aren’t you going to buy anything?]

“Yeah.”

From the first time he opened the shop window, he vowed.

Since the meals were good, he didn’t particularly crave food.

He could make the household environment affluent, but why bother?

And above all.

There was a definite item.

[Treatment Massage Gel – 20,000 points.]

The description went like this.

The gel eliminates wounds, sequelae, and diseases from the applied area.

The cost of 20,000 points guaranteed its effectiveness.

After seeing that item, he vowed.

If he had that, couldn’t he treat Han Seyeon’s wrist?

[Possible.]

Our colleague, Jarvis, said.

“My name is Jarvis…”

“Shut up.”

[Yes…]

Given the initial relationship as colleagues, there was no reason to deceive or be hostile, so he trusted him.

Naturally, Han Seyeon came to mind.

A promising boxing talent.

However, she got injured due to her mother’s violence.

The soju bottle shattered, and its shards pierced my wrist, preventing me from continuing my athletic career.

Fortunately, daily life was manageable thanks to my muscles. Still, on rainy days, I would often caress my wrist.

Hence, the desire to fix it.

The key point is not to wallow solely in unhappy emotions.

[Unhappiness is more efficient…]

“If you don’t know, shut up.”

So the world falls apart.

Because I failed. Isn’t that why it happened?

Why did I even bother saving people from another world?

[I hear everything.]

“What can I do? You saw it.”

The conversation ended there.

Firstly, I no longer wanted to watch holograms.

Secondly, Han Seyeon called me.

“Sein?”

“Yeah, I’m going out.”

Is it urgent?

Desperation resonated in Han Seyeon’s voice.

Let’s step aside quickly.

And so, after Han Sein left the bathroom, Han Seyeon entered.

She sat on the toilet, exhaling deeply.

…

It was an instinctive action.

She slowly turned her head and checked the trash can.

Naturally, there were just a few tissues.

There was no longer the overpowering scent of the past.

*Sigh*

Her sigh deepened.

It was time for wisdom.

A phenomenon that appeared because she had expected this and that.

***

The next morning.

Kang Hyeon-ah’s mind was still in a tangled state.

Jealousy and longing.

Words expressing her emotions.

Han Sein and Jung Ah-young were still there.

What should I do?

Although she felt jealousy towards Jung Ah-young, she didn’t want to act. The reality that made her mind even more complicated was present.

“Starting today, you know?”

“Huh…”

He said he left without a word.

During lunchtime, Kim Hyeong-min let out a perplexed laugh.

As a result, the intensity of the harassment, which had been weak, was implied to increase.

There was no subject, but there was an order.

Kang Hyeon-ah had to harass Han Sein.

It was fortunate that it wasn’t Park Hyo-rin, but she wasn’t entirely happy when considering her feelings towards Han Sein.

Kang Hyeon-ah was not a pervert who enjoyed harassment.

Rather, she was someone who liked pure love that others found boring and irritating.

Beyond simple preferences, even in romantic relationships.

Was that why?

After getting to know Han Sein, she no longer read romance novels.

Every time she tried to, Han Sein kept coming to mind, causing a stir in her heart.

Because she knew it wouldn’t come true.

Reality was not about pure love.

It wasn’t a romance novel set in an academy background.

There were only perpetrators and victims, violence and more violence.

And.

The lunch break she hoped wouldn’t come arrived.

On the 4th-floor corridor.

Jung Ah-young and Han Sein came up together.

They seemed even closer.

Even in a place where they went to be harassed, a small hope seemed to bloom.

It was a description felt in Kang Hyeon-ah’s mind.

As she watched them climb the stairs.

Unknowingly, she began to fantasize.

Rather, rather…

If she were in Jung Ah-young’s position.

Kang Hyeon-ah felt even more frustrated.

Kim Hyeong-min, Park Hyo-rin, and Kang Hyeon-ah gathered.

Jung Ah-young and Han Sein stood at the end of the corridor.

It was an implicit rule they followed.

The atmosphere was different from usual.

“Ah-young, want to hang out with unnie?”

“Ugh…”

Jung Ah-young faltered.

Park Hyo-rin tripped her, causing her to stumble.

In professional terms, it was a “wasabari.”

The atmosphere was more hostile than usual.

In a way, it was natural.

They hadn’t come to the 4th floor during lunchtime without a word, so tensions were higher.

She was out of sorts.

Jeong Ayoung, consumed with Han Sein, turned away from them in a daze.

Reality was too blissful, momentarily postponing concerns about the future.

And now that the future had arrived, it was time to take responsibility.

“Han Sein.”

“Yeah.”

Kang Hyun-ah approached Han Sein.

Kim Hyeong-min’s shadowy smile twisted even further.

The descending shadow.

The significant height difference became more pronounced.

Slowly, Kang Hyun-ah’s hand rose.

“Did you run away without a word?”

“…Sorry.”

Kang Hyun-ah’s eyes sank.

It was an unusual occurrence for her, who had lived with intense gazes rather than vacant stares.

Eyes are said to be windows to the soul.

And her soul was currently weeping sadly.

Love?

Unrequited, it was only half-hearted.

Wanting to give but unable to, realizing it could never be reciprocated.

It was an undeniable fact, an unchanging truth.

Please don’t apologize. Rebel against it.

Kang Hyun-ah’s eyes conveyed that message.

Just a bit.

Even a tiny bit, please say the words to ease your heart.

“Next time… I’ll be careful.”

Just like she did with Kim Hyeong-min initially.

Boldly refute without hesitation.

Rise up, confidently speak your mind.

Kang Hyun-ah silently gazed down at Han Sein.

As his head slowly lifted, their eyes met.

Resigned to everything.

There was nothing but a powerless male student who couldn’t act in response to her actions.

For a brief moment, Kang Hyun-ah reminisced about the past.

Under Kim Hyeong-min’s command, she had tormented someone.

A contradiction?

Yes, if it was a contradiction, then it was one.

They hit without guilt, yet Han Sein couldn’t bring himself to hit back out of remorse?

Kang Hyun-ah’s thoughts became increasingly tangled.

Complex and entangled.

Eyes are mirrors of emotions containing the soul.

The transparent yet all-encompassing window closed shut.

Kang Hyun-ah tightly shut her eyes.

A clenched fist, slowly tightening.

The window that once captured the beloved’s gaze refused to meet the light.

At this moment.

Kang Hyun-ah couldn’t bear to look at Han Sein.

Simply put.

Cursing, despising.

Only the trash that must inflict pain on the one they love lay there.

“Cough… Cough, Ugh, *cough*…”

A man’s groans filled the corridor.