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I’m a pervert.

I’m a goddamn pervert.

I’m a fucking goddamn pervert…!

“Haa…! Ha…!”

Inside the shower room of the academy gymnasium.

Lee Hayoon, who had just screamed at the top of her lungs, was panting heavily while gripping the faucet.

Despite being bent over like a dog, thoroughly pounded, she couldn’t say a word because it felt too good.

Even as Seo Woojin arrogantly yanked her hair from behind, instead of telling him to take it easy, she obediently tilted her head back and kissed him deeply for a long time.

The condom—it must have been on.

Him saying he was going in raw was definitely just a lie to mess with her.

But for some reason, it felt like she was actually being bred, so she frantically pushed Woojin away.

And just as Woojin, who was on the verge of finishing, wordlessly pressed her head firmly into the pillow and pounded into her like an animal—

When he thrust all the way to the hilt, filling the condom to the brim as he said he’d “pay up”—

She was too busy cumming over and over, ass in the air.

Beneath her trembling thighs. Dripping with slick.

Hngh. Hngh.

Summarizing what just happened…

What kind of “noona-like” behavior was that?

She just had sex like a goddamn pervert…

“Uuuugh…!”

Why the hell did that happen?

Last night, she kept getting dragged along, so today, she was determined to take the lead like a proper noona.

But the more she thought about it, the more today seemed even messier and more ruined than yesterday.

At this rate, her plan had completely gone down the drain.

No—it wasn’t just down the drain. It was like she’d held a gun to her own foot and pulled the trigger over and over.

How the hell was she supposed to face Woojin now…?

Forget making eye contact—could she even have a normal conversation with him like before…?

Should she run back to the infirmary right now and add, “I only went along with it for your sake, you know?”

After finishing a quick shower, Lee Hayoon sighed deeply and turned off the faucet.

The stream of water trickling past her hair stopped instantly.

“……”

…Still.

It felt…

…good, though…

Hmm.

Well, to be honest.

When I watch porn, I don’t even bother if the guy’s… thing is small.

Even when lying in bed and searching through embarrassing sites on my phone, I always make sure to include the tag “male:big penis.”

…I’m a girl, okay? It’s not weird to have a fantasy about, y’know, big dicks, right?

Just like how guys are into F-cups or G-cups.

Nine inches, ten inches—how could anyone just scroll past that?

How deep does it even go?

What kind of face does the girl taking it make?

Anyone, 100 out of 100 people, would be curious.

That’s why I only looked up those kinds of videos when I masturbated.

Yeah. That’s all.

Strictly “big penis” and nothing else.

Stuff like “rape” or any other tags that naturally come with it? No interest at all.

So being forced like earlier…

…wasn’t my thing.

Just because a guy likes big boobs doesn’t mean he wants to call someone “mommy” and play breastfeeding games.

But the sex earlier…

……

…

…Whatever. Let’s stop thinking about this.

I’m gonna start punching the innocent wall again if I keep going.

Sigh…

Anyway.

The reason I lost control again today was probably because I’m still not used to Woojin’s… thing.

Once I get used to it, I’ll be able to see Woojin desperately calling me “Noona Hayoon, Noona Hayoon” while gritting his teeth…!

“……”

Of course, to get to that point, we’d have to have a lot more sex…

But until then, I’ll just keep getting wrecked like earlier, with zero control…

…Wait.

Is he gonna make me call him “oppa” again…?

Ugh…

If he says he wants to hear it, maybe just once wouldn’t hurt…

…No.

“Oppa,” my ass.

I’m never calling him that.

That’d just mean he doesn’t see me as a noona!

Or… that I lack charm as a noona.

‘…Now that I think about it.’

Charm as a noona.

Saying that made me realize something.

A few days ago, when I showed up coolly in the rain and saved Woojin, I definitely acted like a proper noona.

But then there’s the memory of kissing him behind Jiyoon’s back after drinking,

or thinking I’d just let him touch my chest a little in my apartment but ending up having full-on sex…

Ever since then, all my memories have been far from “noona-like.”

“……”

Noona-like.

Noona-like, huh…

After briefly making plans, Lee Hayoon checked the time on her phone and stepped out of the shower.

I figured it out.

Maybe it was just because I pulled an all-nighter?

Having reached that conclusion, Lee Jiyoon, who had taken a nap, was now lazily lying in bed watching YouTube.

—the shots apparently okay, Baron tucked into the vent behind smoke…

“……”

Loud gunshots rang out.

The hiss and pop of smoke grenades followed,

and a pro-level, impossibly precise aim punched through the enemy’s head.

…Her throbbing headache had gotten slightly worse than before she slept.

Why was her head pounding again?

Half-asleep, Lee Jiyoon pondered the cause of her headache.

Was it because of gaming?

Electromagnetic waves or something?

Probably not.

Other people might get headaches from sitting in front of a computer, but she never did.

Even when her head was throbbing all day, gaming or listening to music actually made her feel better.

Unlike old folks who get dizzy from screens, for 20-year-old Jiyoon, gaming was basically headache medicine.

Next, she considered her diet.

For breakfast, she had the braised tofu her sister made.

For lunch, she wasn’t hungry but skipped it anyway, worried her sister would nag, so she just boiled instant ramen.

Too mundane to find any fault there.

So diet wasn’t it either.

What the hell was the problem, then?

Jiyoon pressed her forehead firmly and played the next YouTube video.

Another video filled with gunfire.

…Time passed without any answers.

“Hmm…”

Could Woojin have messed up the treatment?

Was this just an incurable headache, then?

…That doesn’t make sense, does it?

Since when did the word “incurable” apply to a healing-type Transcendent?

No idea.

…Well, whatever.

My sister and Woojin.

They’re probably secretly dating, right?

If I ask, maybe I can get another free treatment session…

—Beep beep beep beep

For some reason, the door lock beeped more urgently than usual from beyond her bedroom door.

Only one person would be pressing it.

Yesterday, she said she had work and didn’t even come home, but it seemed she didn’t have a date today.

“You’re back?”

Jiyoon tossed her phone onto the bed and went to greet her sister.

Normally, she’d just call out from her room, but today, she even opened the door and stepped outside.

The reason was simple.

It wasn’t because she wasn’t gaming—

But because she wondered if her sister had secretly brought Woojin home.

“What’s with you? You’re always holed up in your room.”

“…No reason?”

But it was a pointless thought.

No guy was there.

Just her sister, dressed as usual in a white fleece over her school uniform, holding a convenience store plastic bag.

Well, this was her first relationship, so she was probably still at the hand-holding stage.

Bringing a guy home already would be…

Kinda perverted.

Ahem “So, what’s that?”

“Huh? This?”

Maybe it was because it had been a while since she’d warmly greeted her sister.

In the awkward atmosphere, Jiyoon scratched her cheek and pointed at the bag.

She figured it was probably something for dinner, but it was a decent conversation starter.

“Ta-da! Vienna sausages.”

“Ooh…”

See? Dinner side dishes.

Rustling the bag, Hayoon pulled out a neatly packaged pack of Vienna sausages.

Jiyoon peeked inside the bag as she moved closer.

There were eggs, almost out.

Bacon, which she hadn’t seen in a while.

The dreaded broccoli and roasted seaweed…

Pork…

…Pork?

When did she even go to the butcher?

Was it for grilling?

Or stew?

Whatever.

Dinner’s looking good tonight.

Smiling brightly, Jiyoon—

“……?”

—slowly backed away from her sister and spoke.

“…Noona.”

“Yeah?”

“Take a shower. Now.”

“…Huh? Wha?”

“You kinda… smell today.”

“O-oh, r-really?”

“Did you not shower…? Or is it your clothes? Sniff sniff…”

“S-Stop smelling me… I’ll shower…”

“Stop reeking of booze and get lost.”

“This time… wanna bet 500? Namho, what about you…?”

“I said I’m not fucking betting, how many times do I have to say it, huh? Listen to me, goddammit.”

“Did youuu…?”

“You fucking— Hey. How much did you drink today?”

“One shot… of moju…~”

“Looking at you, you downed at least three bottles, you damn… Ugh…”

Inhale—

White ash crumbled into the ashtray.

Why the hell was this crazy bitch trying to start a bet here again?

Some of us just finished a job last night and are exhausted.

“You got drunk with Woojin and still couldn’t reel him in, right? Quit the bullshit.”

“That’s that… and today could be different, y’know…?”

“Cut the crap and get out. You’re just hung up on Hibiki. Even money can’t buy that.”

“Ehh… You think I’m begging for booze right now…?”

Yet her sticky, drunken gaze was fixed on the liquor bottles stored neatly inside the office.

All that trouble smuggling a washed-up criminal from Japan, and instead of making a name for himself, he just drinks himself to death every damn day…

What a pain.

Kwon Namho, the head of the “company,” stubbed out his half-smoked cigarette and sank deeper into the couch.

Honestly, the chances of Woojin coming back were close to zero.

That “living honestly” crap was obviously nonsense.

Figured. He probably went where the money’s better.

Whether that’s playing hero sidekick or joining some bigger-name villain alliance, who knows.

At this point, even making the first move against Woojin was risky.

If it’s the former—if he’s a hero sidekick—then messing with him means tangling with one of Korea’s top-ranked heroes.

If it’s the latter—a bigger villain group—unless we wipe them out completely, there’s no reason for him to come crawling back to our mediocre crew.

Complicated all around.

It’s not like I didn’t see this coming, but…

No loyalty, huh? No affection?

If he didn’t come back even after drinking with you, guess he’s not even into women.

Tch. Damn it.

Kwon Namho exhaled a heavy, frustrated sigh and spoke.

“Hey. Yozora.”

“Hmm…?”

“Quit wasting time and go do a job. XJ Pharma’s youngest son commissioned a hit. Just three kills, no more…”

Just as Namho pulled out another cigarette—

When he looked up while fumbling for his lighter, the office was empty.