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A half-baked hero who can’t even control her strength properly.

Lee Hayoon.

The girl who looks utterly mismatched with the title of “noona.”

The girl who loves people like an overeager country pup.

The girl who looks irresistibly good in a hoodie layered over her uniform and a snow-white fleece jacket.

With her, I shared a breathless exchange of saliva.

Across from the infirmary bed where we had been sitting,

after laying Hayoon down, I gently pinned her wrists to keep her from escaping—

for a long, long time.

The saccharine taste seeping from her lips flooded my sinuses.

Then, the scent of shampoo—different from last night’s—brushed against the tip of my nose,

only to be smothered by the same lingering musk of Hayoon’s skin from yesterday.

…I’m going insane.

Because of Hayoon, whose tongue never stops tangling with mine, offering only feeble resistance.

Last night, she was too busy being flustered, timidly following my lead the whole time—

so why is she so assertive today?

…Noona.

Is it because of that word?

“Chuup… Mmph… Mnn…”

The sticky sound of kissing, so out of place in the academy, filled the infirmary.

Because lewd, wet noises—ones I’d never expect from Hayoon—were spilling freely beneath our locked lips.

If this were the Hayoon I’d known until now, she should’ve been pounding my shoulders in embarrassment by this point…

But her soft tongue refused to yield, moving relentlessly as if determined not to lose.

“Mnn… Chuu…”

The very tip of her tongue peeked out between her lips, licking, licking, making obscene sounds as it tangled with mine.

At the same time, Hayoon, who had been straining her neck beneath me since earlier, furrowed her brows.

Her hands, now clenched like an irritated puppy’s,

I pinned down harder—

fueled by lust, I pressed even firmer—

if only for a moment.

When I finally pulled away after what felt like an eternity, Hayoon’s beautifully ruined expression came into view.

“Hahh… Haah… Hahhk…”

Her dazed face, her mind filled with nothing but filthy thoughts—

…that expression of Hayoon’s.

“Guess your fingers don’t hurt anymore, huh?”

“Haa… Hah…”

I teased, but there was no answer.

Instead, Hayoon just gasped desperately, filling her lungs with the air she’d been deprived of.

…If she’s just going to lie there like a fool, she could at least do something about that tongue peeking over her lower lip.

She looks like such a pervert. Does she not realize it?

“Nnghyeup… Yup…”

Around the time Hayoon’s heaving chest began to calm slightly,

I tugged open her pristine white outerwear, hiding her uniform, and slid my tongue back in.

No resistance.

Well, there was some—but not enough to matter.

All she did was grab my forearm as I pulled down the zipper and flinch. That’s it.

If she really wanted to stop me, she could’ve used her strength. But all she managed was that.

Such a cute noona.

“Let go.”

“…Pffhht, hah…”

The way she glared at me but still flinched and released her grip the moment I spoke firmly—adorable.

Her long ponytail, perfect for yanking when pounding into her from behind like an animal—adorable.

The way she glared at me, as if she was enjoying it but still dissatisfied with something—adorable.

Everything about her was so cute that I played along a little, and her stubborn insistence on acting like a noona—adorable.

Lee Hayoon.

That kind of act doesn’t suit you.

It doesn’t match your tastes either.

Yet you cling to it so foolishly, even though you’d feel better if you just let go.

…Cute.

“…W-wait.”

“Hm?”

Just as I was about to strip her, Hayoon hastily covered her lips with her palm and muttered.

For some reason, her hand was scorching hot.

A little confusing, but it also felt damp with sweat.

…Now that I think about it, wasn’t this hand in her pocket the whole time?

Or was it the other one?

No idea.

I gently bit the edge of her palm and sat up, watching as Hayoon clenched her fists and stammered.

“I’ll… I’ll take it off myself…”

Obvious reason.

Having me undress her must’ve clashed with her pride as a noona.

“…Go ahead. Then.”

For a second, I considered pinning her wrists and ruining her completely—but I held back and gave a gentle reply.

…If she breaks as easily as the practice toys I’ve played with before, it’d be boring.

I hope she holds out.

Long enough for me to enjoy her thoroughly.

Preferably until I can take turns pounding both Hayoon and her little sister into the same bed.

As Hayoon fidgeted, I began unbuttoning my shirt—only for her voice to cut in again.

“W-wait. Your clothes too…”

“…?”

“I’ll take them off for you…”

“……”

I thought she was going to say something grand. That’s it?

Is she that desperate to cling to her position as a noona?

Does she lack confidence in her natural charm as the older one?

Meanwhile, the cuteness she radiates like pheromones—what’s she going to do about that?

Swallowing a faint smirk, I braced myself against the bed and stared down at Hayoon.

“Then undress me. Go on.”

Gulp. Hayoon’s throat moved.

“…No take-backs…?”

“It’s not a big deal. Why would I?”

“O-okay, then just wait… I’ll take mine off first…”

Ziiip—

The fleece jacket’s zipper slid down slowly, revealing the hoodie she wore underneath.

I’d seen it before.

Does she wear it often because she likes it? Or because it’s the only thing she has?

Ignoring the trivial curiosity, I leaned in slightly.

And then, I pressed a kiss—light and brief, nothing like before.

Just a fleeting brush of lips against Hayoon’s.

But.

“……”

“……”

Like Pavlov’s dog, Hayoon instinctively parted her lips.

Her damp tongue peeked out, touching mine.

“……”

……A moment later, she pressed her lips together tightly, as if thinking, “Wait, this isn’t it?”

Seems she thinks a kiss only counts if tongues are involved.

…No need to correct her.

It’s not like she’ll do this in front of other guys.

Only in front of me.

For the rest of her life.

Grabbing her chin, I kissed her again—deep, like before.

“…Yhp, mnn… Bweh……”

Even as Hayoon’s hands, which had been fumbling with her hoodie, began moving at a sluggish pace.

Even as she struggled to pull the zipper all the way down, grunting in frustration.

Thick, sloppy—

I burned into my mind just how pliant that once-innocent tongue of hers had become.

“Chuup… Phhap… Mnn…”

Click. The sound of the zipper coming undone.

At the same time, Hayoon braced her elbows against the bed and carefully pushed herself up.

Panting heavily, she shoved against my chest—now tense from exertion—and gripped the warm outerwear.

Rustle. The soft sound of fabric brushing against fabric faded.

Finally, only her uniform remained.

“…….”

Last time, I didn’t get a proper look because it was hastily tied at her waist—but now, seeing Hayoon’s neatly buttoned uniform, I was momentarily spellbound.

Isn’t it a bit thin for a winter uniform?

…Her chest. It’s bigger than I thought.

So this is how it looks when the uniform clings tightly.

Hayoon, who’s practically a puppy. The swell of her breasts.

My gaze lingered on the loosened necktie floating slightly in the air.

After hesitating briefly, Hayoon undid the tie completely and began unbuttoning her shirt—pop, pop.

With each rustle of fabric,

a pristine white bra came into view.

So very… Hayoon-like.

A bra utterly devoid of sex appeal.

…Except, with her toned, flawless stomach fully exposed beneath it,

somehow,

that perfectly ordinary bra

looked obscenely erotic.

Had she noticed my stare?

Or was she just embarrassed?

Hayoon tilted her head slightly and carefully unhooked her bra.

Snap.

A soft sound—

and the trapped flesh jiggled free.

A body no guy lurking around as a “friend” would ever get to see,

now fully exposed before my eyes.

Without so much as a mosaic.

Every inch.

“…Pffft.”

“Why are you laughing?”

“It’s funny. Your face.”

“My face?”

Hayoon’s slender finger poked my cheek.

“Yeah. Who else is here but you?”

“What’s so funny?”

“Wow. Noona is so… ahem. So pretty. You were totally thinking that, weren’t you?”

“…….”

“Right? I knew it. You were staring at my chest, thinking that. Mhm.”

“…….”

“Guys like boobs. It’s fine.”

“…….”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed. Noona understands~”

As she spoke, Hayoon’s cheeks were flushed bright red.

Even as the redness spread to her ears, she kept grinning playfully, stealing glances at me.

She’s probably forcing herself to act tough because she’s embarrassed.

Should I play along and pretend not to notice…?

“…Come here. Noona will undress you.”

Just how far should I humor her?

Before I train her to recognize her own tastes, maybe it’d be fun to let her take the lead for now.

While I was lost in thought—

“Ngh…?”

Before I knew it, I lost my balance and fell onto the bed.

Because Hayoon, who had been lying beneath me this whole time, grabbed my collar and yanked me down with all her strength.

She hadn’t used any real force earlier. But while I was distracted—

Were we about to crash? I quickly braced against the bed, but Hayoon effortlessly slipped to the side.

As I tumbled gracelessly onto the mattress and turned—

Hayoon, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, climbed on top of me.

“Now… stay still.”

“Since when did you—”

“I’m not done getting my revenge from earlier…”

Pop, pop.

Undoing my buttons,

as if she was determined to devour me.

As if, this time, she’d make sure I acknowledged her as a noona.

“Be ready.”

Hayoon licked her dry lips with her tongue and whispered.

Then, she smirked.