episode_0035

In front of the Chancellor’s office entrance, Cheon Soyul leaned against the wall, idly wasting time.

The reason was that Hero Yang Chan-ho and Lee Hyunjin’s private interview hadn’t ended yet.

The fact that she was specifically sent out and Lee Hyunjin was seen alone meant there was a good reason for it.

Cheon Soyul cautiously guessed it was likely a personal matter related to Lee Hyunjin.

‘If it’s important, he’ll tell me, I guess.’

In a way, it could be seen as her alone being told to leave, but the person herself didn’t feel any particular resentment. It wasn’t even that big of a deal.

Since they often stick together during the semester anyway, she’d naturally hear about most things.

That’s how it goes when you hang out and exchange even useless chatter.

Cheon Soyul tuned out the faint voices from beyond the Chancellor’s office.

Looking down at her wristwatch, two-thirds of lunchtime had already passed.

‘…I won’t be able to eat lunch.’

The entire lunch break was used for the interview with the Chancellor. This was a bit unsatisfying, but it was an important matter, so Cheon Soyul calmed herself by accepting it.

After all, wasn’t it related to the Cheongsong Festival? There was no harm in knowing the schedule in advance.

Cheon Soyul gently closed her eyes and fell into thought. She recalled, feeling the delicate touch of her thin eyelashes tickling her eyelids.

…When was the last time she faced off against Lee Hyunjin?

‘Was it the ranking match after all…?’

Hmm. That was certainly the most likely. Their personal squabbles weren’t even worth considering as proper duels, just minor teasing.

Anyway, what was the outcome back then?

‘I lost.’

After a brief recollection, Cheon Soyul remembered her defeat even more clearly.

The battlefield, of all places, was a snowy region again, making it truly difficult to face him.

Even if it weren’t a land perpetually enveloped in cold, how much could an ice mage truly accomplish there?

It was like a fish in water [a proverb about being in one’s element]. It wasn’t just a metaphor; he truly flew around as if it were his own home, toying with her.

At the time, she remembered not even being able to properly cast a few lightning bolts before her back touched Lee Hyunjin’s palm, turning her into an ice statue.

And Lee Hyunjin, to make sure Ice Statue Ver. Cheon Soyul wouldn’t be cold, built an igloo around her from all sides…

‘…I recalled an unnecessary memory.’

Cheon Soyul’s expression instantly crumpled. Honestly, back then? She felt very… extremely bad. Naturally.

She didn’t just lose; she was consistently ridiculed, almost as if an adult was dealing with a child. There’s no way she would have felt good about it.

Cheon Soyul needlessly kicked the innocent floor of the building. *Thump thump.*

“Hmph.”

Since things turned out this way, it’s perfect. Instead of waiting for the unnecessarily long ranking match rotation, she might as well have her grudge match at the Cheongsong Festival.

Unless the battlefield was chosen to specifically favor Lee Hyunjin again, she was absolutely certain she wouldn’t lose unilaterally.

To make Lee Hyunjin kneel before her in front of countless spectators, in front of virtually the entire nation with the broadcast… ?

“…Hrmmm.”

It wasn’t bad. On the stage, Lee Hyunjin looking up at her with humiliated eyes!

Just imagining that for a moment was enough to lift her spirits slightly.

‘Should I just stomp on him with my foot? Is that going too far? Looking at him, he seems like the type who might even enjoy being stomped on…’

Just as Cheon Soyul was diligently nodding and filling her head with frivolous thoughts.

*Creak,* the Chancellor’s office door opened once more, and Lee Hyunjin appeared.

Cheon Soyul pulled her back away from the wall like a haughty cat, then oozed nonchalance as if she hadn’t been waiting long, and glided over to him.

She let out a quiet voice, as if speaking to herself.

“Looks like we won’t get to eat. We wasted too much time.”

“…”

“What should we do? Go back to the classroom first? Or maybe a quick stop at the snack bar…”

And when she turned her head, Cheon Soyul closed her mouth tightly for a moment and raised an eyebrow.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Lee Hyunjin’s expression was utterly unusual. He looked uncharacteristically serious, as if he’d just heard something quite grave.

And that wasn’t all? Only after Cheon Soyul awkwardly nudged his ankle did Lee Hyunjin finally turn to her.

“…Ah.”

As if he had been deep in thought and only just now noticed her presence.

Lee Hyunjin scratched his cheek with a complex, somewhat ambiguous expression.

“Sorry. What did you say?”

“…I said we couldn’t eat. So I suggested we go back to the classroom.”

“Mmm, right.”

Lee Hyunjin, still unable to shake off his dazed look, walked ahead.

Cheon Soyul, looking bewildered, grabbed the back of his collar.

“That’s the other way, you idiot.”

“Ah ha.”

“…Want me to hold your hand?”

“No, no.”

Lee Hyunjin casually shook off Cheon Soyul’s restraint, then awkwardly chuckled and turned around.

Fortunately, he got it right this time, but…

‘What’s wrong with him?’

To Cheon Soyul, it was a rather fresh, even unfamiliar, attitude.

There were usually very few times he was this lost in thought when he was with her.

It seemed this wasn’t the right atmosphere to bring up the snack bar. Cheon Soyul, secretly a bit hungry, trailed after Lee Hyunjin feeling glum.

Then, observing his mood, she eventually asked about what had happened inside the Chancellor’s office.

“…He didn’t say much. Just asked about my master. Said they knew each other before.”

Lee Hyunjin gave a stiff response, like someone obviously hiding something.

Naturally, Cheon Soyul’s gaze went to the tips of his ears. *Twitch, twitch. Flinch, flinch.*

‘He’s truly hopeless at lying.’

Cheon Soyul clicked her tongue inwardly, but didn’t say anything further.

“Ugh.”

She merely kept her mouth shut, then lightly kicked his calf. *Thwack!*

“…Why’d you hit me?”

Lee Hyunjin, with a dumbfounded expression, turned to her. By then, he had somewhat regained his usual expression, but…

Cheon Soyul easily noticed that Lee Hyunjin was still deliberating something.

And also the fact that in such cases, it would be difficult to get him to talk directly.

Because despite how Lee Hyunjin appeared, he was surprisingly tight-lipped.

If there was something he couldn’t say, he wouldn’t say it. Even if the other person was his closest friend, he wouldn’t make an exception to the rules, and so on.

Such a serious side, different from his usual image, could be considered a hidden charm. In the first place, the reason Cheon Soyul had developed feelings for him…

‘…Hmm.’

This wasn’t an important matter right now, so she’d move on. Taking a step slightly ahead, Cheon Soyul spun around right in front of Lee Hyunjin.

Maintaining that position, she walked backward, making intense eye contact with Lee Hyunjin.

“If there’s anything I can help you with, just say the word. Any request for help from you is welcome.”

And so, Cheon Soyul spoke with a slight exaggeration.

Lee Hyunjin paused for a moment, then let out a scoff as if utterly dumbfounded.

“…What’s gotten into you, saying something nice for once? What are you trying to make me owe you, so you can make me do something?”

“Hmm, I wonder. Night service?”

“You’re already doing that for me.”

“It feels a bit different from that, though. Can’t you tell just from the nuance?”

Cheon Soyul gave a light eye-smile, and Lee Hyunjin paused in place once more.

He let out a short sigh, and his face twisted uncomfortably.

Cheon Soyul blinked for a moment, then lowered her gaze slightly.

“…”

“…”

An awkward silence settled between the two. Cheon Soyul, scratching her cheek as if embarrassed, subtly averted her gaze and mumbled.

“I didn’t… mean it that way.”

“…Hmph.”

“Th-that, um, but at school, it’s better to try and exercise self-control as much as possible, *Kyaak*!”

Lee Hyunjin suddenly grabbed Cheon Soyul’s wrist. At this uncharacteristic display of forcefulness, Cheon Soyul mumbled and rolled her eyes.

They soon arrived at the empty Classroom 2-A.

Lee Hyunjin closed the door a little roughly, then pulled Cheon Soyul towards the classroom wall.

After roughly pulling a chair over and having her sit on it, he leaned diagonally against the wall.

Naturally, Cheon Soyul’s eye level was aligned with his lower body. Her pupils dilated as she swallowed dryly. *Gulp.*

“…Are you serious?”

“Coincidentally, the kids aren’t here. Looks like everyone’s out for lunch.”

“N-no. But this is a classroom. Inside the academy, school. This, this seems to be going a bit too far…”

“Relieve it. You made it like this.”

At Lee Hyunjin’s sudden demand, which cut her off, Cheon Soyul’s face turned beet red, looking like it would explode, and she clamped her mouth shut.

“Y-you, you’re a bit strange right now… Why are you acting like this? You weren’t like this before? Is it, is it a twisted libido? Something like that? Do you want to enjoy the thrill?”

She couldn’t understand. Of course, she admitted to carelessly provoking him with her words outside, but to suddenly ask her to relieve his desire like this?

It was a situation hard to grasp logically… So, is this what they commonly call outdoor play or something?

‘Ah, no way?’

Then, Cheon Soyul suddenly had a lightbulb moment, as if realizing something.

A feeling that she could guess something.

…Generally, an Awakened’s minor habits or quirks, and personality types, can undergo new changes related to their awakened characteristic.

For example, Cheon Soyul, who has a somewhat simple characteristic of ‘more efficiently imbuing mana with attributes,’ is a little more sensitive to the flow of magic felt through her five senses.

A mind-reader, if one existed somewhere, would surely be skilled at discerning people’s psychology.

Even Hero Yang Chan-ho, for instance, had the additional ability to finish cleaning with a mop very quickly, which was quite famous. He even mentioned it on a broadcast once.

‘But then why was the Chancellor’s office in such a state?’

She quickly erased the fleeting random thought. What was important now wasn’t the Hero’s lazy nature, but Lee Hyunjin’s characteristic.

…So, considering such precedents, what unique characteristics would Lee Hyunjin possess, given his characteristic related to ‘sexual intercourse’?

Especially, what form would Lee Hyunjin’s ‘gestation period’ take, as he activated his characteristic for the first time in nearly ten years since his awakening…

‘This is crazy.’

Cheon Soyul.

‘No way, seriously?’

She had now realized the truth. Quite unintentionally, at that.

A physical urge that would clearly easily surpass ordinary levels.

‘So that’s why he was able to ‘handle’ two people in just two days?’

Cheon Soyul’s suspicion turned into certainty, and just as she was about to look up at Lee Hyunjin with feelings of disbelief and annoyance.

Just then, Lee Hyunjin unbuckled his belt and pulled down his school uniform pants along with his underwear.

*Splat!*

“Ugh.”

And so, Cheon Soyul was struck on the cheek by Lee Hyunjin’s stiff member, which had sprung out.

Her head tilted slightly to the side, and seeing that sight, Lee Hyunjin flinched.

‘…?’

Cheon Soyul inwardly floated a question mark. Had she just been slapped?

Not by anything else, but by, *that*, a male organ?

She blinked with a blank expression. Her hand carefully resting on her cheek.

Even Lee Hyunjin was tense for a moment, worrying about her ensuing furious reaction.

…But his prediction was wrong.

“…”

Unexpectedly, Cheon Soyul was quiet. She merely kept her lips pressed together and rolled her eyes, looking up at Lee Hyunjin. It was an enigmatic gaze.

Lee Hyunjin felt the sexual desire that had been surging like boiling lava just moments before slowly subside, but…

This time, the roles were reversed.

“Alright.”

Cheon Soyul showed curiosity.

“Fine, I’ll do it. What, do I just have to help you release it once by hand? Or should I use my mouth?”

Even as she spoke, her hand was already extended, taking Lee Hyunjin’s hot member into her grasp.

Although her movements were clumsy and awkward, the sudden handjob had begun.

*****

It was a different sensation from taking it into her body directly. Of course, it wasn’t her first time touching his member with her hand before, but this was definitely the first time she was helping him climax.

As such… Cheon Soyul couldn’t help but feel vastly different sensations.

‘It’s hot.’

Yes. As a part of the human body, it was perhaps natural, but body heat could be felt there too.

It wasn’t blazing hot, but she could feel a moderate warmth, perhaps?

‘And it twitches more than I expected.’

Equally captivating to Cheon Soyul as the warmth was the pulsing of his member.

It vibrated slightly every time she stroked a seemingly sensitive area with her fingertips.

It felt like she was getting immediate feedback with every new touch she attempted… Her skill level was building up quite quickly.

Not much time had passed, yet Cheon Soyul, who was initially passive, seemed to gain confidence and boldly changed her hand movements.

*Slap slap slap,* starting with light up-and-down motions, then varying the grip pressure to add diversity to the pleasure.

*Rub rub,* she then used the pad of her thumb to stimulate the glans more delicately.

“…Tsk…”

Lee Hyunjin’s expression, as he received Cheon Soyul’s service, began to change like someone who was increasingly struggling to hold back a climax.

He would frown, arch his back deeply, or even bite his lip and intentionally tense the muscles in his thighs.

Cheon Soyul was quite pleased with his palpable reactions. Her lips constantly twitched, and now she was naturally forming an eye-smile.

Had he, who laid her down, inserted his member deep inside her fissure, and probably enjoyed her moans and expressions, felt a similar sensation?

‘So this is what it feels like.’

Cheon Soyul gained a new realization. That is, this was the difference between the one who holds the initiative and the one who doesn’t in all sexual acts.

To put it more plainly, should it be called the difference between the one on top and the one on bottom…?

Cheon Soyul’s eyes curved into a gracefully elegant crescent shape. She thought. Next time, she would get on top and move her hips.

And that way, she would observe Lee Hyunjin’s reactions, expressions, and sounds from above.

*Slap slap slap slap!* Cheon Soyul, who had increased the speed at which her palm rubbed against Lee Hyunjin’s member by one level, asked him around that time.

“…Does that feel good?”

“…”

At the same time, she applied a little more pressure with her grip, and Lee Hyunjin, who felt that pressure in the most sensitive part of his body, grimaced.

He seemed quite distressed, but it didn’t look like pure pain. The evidence lay in his breathing, which had become more pleasurable.

Cheon Soyul rose from the chair, her lips curving into a crooked smile.

And approached Lee Hyunjin’s side.

Of course, her right hand continued to stroke his member. She kissed him, half-hugging his side.

*Lick.* Starting with a light touch, their tongues intertwined, exchanging saliva.

Lee Hyunjin grabbed the back of her head, pulling her closer, and Cheon Soyul didn’t particularly resist his rough touch.

The actual handjob likely didn’t last even 5 minutes.

Even during that time, both of their presence senses were extending widely from the classroom, preemptively checking for any potential approaching individuals.

Cheon Soyul felt a slightly thrilling sense of unease.

Ah, if they continued like this, they would truly be caught someday. Unfortunately, truly unfortunately, it would be better to finish quickly. That was her thought.

‘I’m getting wet too.’

What would happen if they truly got horny and just threw themselves onto each other without thinking of the consequences?

Of course, the excitement would be unprecedented, beyond words, but mages are almost a symbol of a clear, serene mind [a proverb about having a calm and clear state of mind].

Precisely at times like this, one must maintain composure even more.

Cheon Soyul let out a twisted chuckle.

And, slipping her left hand into her slightly wet underwear, she pressed down on Lee Hyunjin’s member, intending to bring it to an end soon.

Cheon Soyul, who let out a somewhat fierce-sounding laugh, urged Lee Hyunjin.

“…Don’t ask for this next time. At least at school, cultivate self-control. Understand? I won’t, *hngh,* do it a second time…”

“…”

However, it was merely a meaningless declaration that both Cheon Soyul, who spoke, and Lee Hyunjin, who silently listened, knew would not be kept.

Lee Hyunjin let out a hollow laugh and slipped his hand inside Cheon Soyul’s shirt.

And this time, without any consideration, he twisted one of Cheon Soyul’s biggest weaknesses: the nipple at the tip of her swelling breast.

“Ungh?!”

With a fragment of a moan, Cheon Soyul’s legs gave out, and Lee Hyunjin’s member spurted out a gush of white cum.

The milky liquid, one after another, stained Cheon Soyul’s skirt, her shins, and even her shoes and the classroom floor with its color.

“…Haaah…”

Cheon Soyul, exhaling a heated breath for a moment, soon pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket with trembling hands.

With a messy trickle of saliva at the corner of her mouth, and eyes that were visibly blissfully unfocused.