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“What do you mean, ‘bathtub’? You showing off how rich you are now?”

“That’s not what I meant. I just thought it’d be fun to shower together like this.”

“…Fun? Bullshit…”

“Want me to wash your back? Ji-yoon?”

“Hah, don’t…!”

“Pfft… Okay. Sure.”

The light went out.

Not the flickering bathroom light in my house that always acts up,

but the hot, noisy fireplay we’d been sneaking around with—now extinguished.

…And yet,

one tiny, feeble ember remained,

not fully put out.

“Is this the shampoo?”

“No, the one next to it. That’s body wash.”

“Ah.”

After all that sex just now…

…Se-sex. There’s no way nothing’s changed.

It’s just,

both Seo Woo-jin and I are pretending not to notice.

Because it’s awkward.

We’re not even dating,

calling us fuck buddies feels weird,

and…

Even though we both know,

we’re just tucking it away for now,

because we did something bad.

Like how Woo-jin covered my eyes with a mask and kissed me earlier,

we clumsily hid behind the excuse of “practice.”

Until the condoms he brought ran out,

we just kept having sex.

So now,

we can’t go back to how things were before.

“…Yeah, this scent. I remember it from Ha-yoon noona’s hair too.”

“You freak? You sniff that?”

“It’s not like I can choose not to smell it. What am I supposed to do?”

“Then stop breathing.”

“Hah… Like how you did when we were practicing kissing?”

“……Shut up….”

“The way you stuck your tongue out first earlier was kinda cute…”

“I said shut up, please…!”

The sheets, soaked here and there with fluids from me and Woo-jin.

The floor and desk, slick with my saliva and slickness.

A single mask,

…and a dozen used condoms in the trash.

The throbbing ache between my thighs from all the rough sex.

Ignoring all of it,

I chat with my sister’s boyfriend.

…Ticklish,

embarrassing.

“Hey. Ji-yoon, move over a bit. Let me wash too.”

“That’s why I told you to shower separately earlier…!”

“Nah. This is all part of the memories, right?”

“What kind of high school homeroom teacher talk is that…?”

“Ah, I can just stand behind you. There’s a height difference anyway.”

“It’s already cramped enough… Ugh.”

Woo-jin steps behind me, pushing his wet hair back.

Maybe because of what we just did,

even though he’s not hard, it brushes against my butt,

and his firm, masculine arms—packed with lean muscle—wrap around my waist,

before he casually rests his chin on top of my head.

…Ow….

“…Woo-jin.”

“Hm?”

“That. Stop it.”

“That? You mean the chin thing?”

“Yeah. It kinda hurts.”

“How does this even hurt…?”

“It just does. Wanna test me?”

“Pfft… How are you gonna do anything when you’re smaller than me?”

“I’ll just make you kneel. Idiot.”

“…You’re into that?”

“Into…? What are you— ……No…!!”

Woo-jin chuckles smugly and, still holding me tight, starts rinsing us both with warm water.

Like…

lovers showering together after sex.

…Even if the reality is a little different.

“…Don’t touch my stomach.”

“So many things are off-limits. It’s not like you’ve got much there anyway, why?”

“If I say don’t touch it, then don’t! …And don’t touch noona’s stomach later either. You damn bastard…”

“Then, what about your chest?”

“…….”

“If not your stomach, is your chest okay?”

This is just practice…,

because later, he’ll be holding noona like this.

I’m just helping Woo-jin practice.

…That’s all.

If only I could believe that so innocently.

Before I knew it, the sound of running water was the only thing filling the bathroom.

Streams trickle down,

over my body,

over Woo-jin’s hands as they grope me obscenely,

over my breasts, gripped tightly by him,

before dripping to the floor.

The puddles of mixed fluids swirl into the black drain.

Gurgling,

with a messy sound.

60

“Fuckin’ hell….”

Before the regression, I didn’t even know Lee Ha-yoon existed.

And Yo-jora was just a drunk villain.

Excluding those two, there’s finally one.

Having achieved even a small part of my wish, I flopped onto my bed the moment I got home.

Kidnapping.

Rape.

Brainwashing.

Training.

None of those were necessary, it seems.

Back when I was a villain in heat 24/7, I thought those were absolute requirements to have sex with a hero.

But there’s just one regret…

It wasn’t entirely my own effort—luck played a part too.

Honestly, who knew Ji-yoon was into that? But regrets are regrets.

I’m allowed to whine a little.

“Sigh….”

…Or not.

As someone who’s already wasted ten years like trash, maybe I should just be grateful and take what I get.

I don’t know. I really don’t.

Guess it’s my fault for being born stupid.

After a brief moment of self-loathing,

I reached out, plugged my phone into the charger, and changed clothes.

Since I didn’t have dinner thanks to sex with Ji-yoon, I figured I’d order delivery.

─What are you up to?

I sent a text to Ha-yoon, who was probably still clueless, sitting at the edge of the bed.

A reply came in less than ten seconds.

[Lee Ha-yoon]

─What else? Same as always.

─Wanna come hang out? I’m bored.

Telling me to come play at the convenience store where she works.

I wonder if she’s even allowed to mess around on the job.

But for a moment,

the image of that pitch-black ponytail swaying violently every time I thrust into her from behind after lunch flickered in my mind.

Part of me wanted to see that black ponytail and the white one—copied from her sister—lying side by side on my bed, but…

No matter how positively I try to spin it, it’s still too soon.

Click. I stretched my stiff neck, flopped onto the bed, and tapped my phone screen.

[Seo Woo-jin]

─I’d love to, but it’s too cold.

[Lee Ha-yoon]

─It is cold. True.

─Wish it was spring all year round. No need for other seasons…

─Then I could go out and have fun with you after work.

[Seo Woo-jin]

─At that hour?

[Lee Ha-yoon]

─Wait

─Don’t think dirty thoughts!

[Seo Woo-jin]

─Going out to eat seems tough…

─But we could go somewhere like a bowling alley. The one in Hongdae.

[Lee Ha-yoon]

─Ah, I went there with friends last time…

Bored at work, Ha-yoon kept sending messages nonstop.

I humored her while racking my stone-like brain.

Threesome.

That thing people call a “three-way.”

Ji-yoon’s into that stuff, so even if she acts disgusted, she’d probably go along with it.

The real problem is convincing Ha-yoon.

I wanna have a threesome with you and your sister all night.

If she happily agreed to that, she wouldn’t be a saint—she’d just be a total pervert.

So even if she asks later,

I’d need to make her think,

“I guess I have no choice,”

or,

“Just this once,”

or,

“If Ji-yoon’s okay with it…”

I’d have to lay the groundwork carefully.

“……”

This is hard.

Honestly, I don’t even know where to start.

Talking about Ji-yoon would be weird,

asking if she’s into threesomes would be weird,

everything’s just weird.

No good ideas come to mind…

Guess there’s no choice.

I’ll just have to shelve it until the right opportunity comes.

Or maybe Ji-yoon will stir things up behind my back—I could just leave it to her.

She’d probably want to toe the line of betrayal while staying close to her sister anyway.

Even if not a full threesome, she’d want something close, right?

I’d just have to enjoy the show.

[Lee Ha-yoon]

─Are you gaming with Ji-yoon right now?

Just as I was organizing my thoughts, Ha-yoon asked about Ji-yoon instead of more annoying small talk.

After a brief pause, I mixed a little lie into my reply.

[Seo Woo-jin]

─We were earlier, but we’re taking a break now.

─Why?

[Lee Ha-yoon]

─No reason.

─Just… thanks for getting along with Ji-yoon.

─You said you don’t even like games much, but you’re playing just to humor her, right?

─When we drank together last time, I never thought you two would get this close.

─Guess you never know with people.

Drinking.

Now that I think about it, both Ji-yoon and Ha-yoon got tipsy after just one beer.

…Honestly, getting Ha-yoon drunk and dragging her to bed would be way easier than slowly conditioning her.

But using that cheat code (as Ji-yoon would call it) again feels a bit…

I’d rather not rely on alcohol if possible.

I’ll save it as a last resort for when things get really tough.

[Seo Woo-jin]

─Yeah. At first, I just prepared some topics to talk about with Ji-yoon.

─But she ended up liking it way more than I expected. It was surprising.

[Lee Ha-yoon]

─She doesn’t have many friends.

─Well, at least she has you now. Even if it’s just you, at least she won’t be lonely at the academy…

[Seo Woo-jin]

─You at least, huh.

[Lee Ha-yoon]

─You’re the school nurse, right?

─I was worried she’d keep going to the infirmary even when she’s not sick and bother you.

That kind of “bothering” is more than welcome.

But if I act too eager, it’d be suspicious.

[Seo Woo-jin]

─Then you can come and drag her out.

I brushed it off lightly and sank into thought.

“……”

…Ji-yoon.

Something she’d want.

After school starts, maybe we could do it in the infirmary.

“Name.”

“…Hato Yojo… ……Yozora Touka (夜空 透夏).”

“Age?”

“20…”

“Ability?”

“Mutation-type, succubus…? Is that right…?”

“Yeah. Looks easy to remember, but with you, I’m worried.”

“…Hmph…”

“Anyway, make sure you memorize that. Next…”

“Um, the surname ‘Yozora’ feels a bit awkward…”

“Just deal with it. It’s better than changing it completely.”

“And your face…”

“You know all the Japanese villains, right? What about Korean ones? American ones? You only know the super famous ones, huh?”

“…….”

“You haven’t done much in Korea anyway, so just keep your mouth shut and no one will know.”

“……Okay.”

“Next, about Han Su-ah’s hobbies…”

“Ah, right.”

Lying on the sofa like a bed, Yozora half-heartedly answered before raising her hand slightly,

as if asking a teacher a question.

“This ‘ruin her’ thing… How exactly do I do it…?”

“The nuance suggests it’s more psychological…”

“Ah, my bad… More specifically, how far can I go?”

“That… Hold on.”

Kwon Nam-ho flipped through his notes, scratching his beard.

“As long as there’s no visible physical harm, anything goes. They said they’d cooperate as much as possible.”

“Hmm……”

“At the very least, she shouldn’t be able to graduate normally—whether academically or in training. That’s clear.”

“…….”

Yozora dropped her hand and fiddled with her stuffy chest in silence.

After fidgeting with her uniform for a bit, she raised her hand again.

“So… can I make her fall for a guy?”

“…That’s up to you, you damn brat.”