episode_0066

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It’s nothing serious.

Just that the noisy chatter between the brown dairy cow Han Sua and the black dairy cow Yozora made my head throb, so I went to see Seo Woojin, the academy’s health teacher, for treatment.

That’s all.

Don’t go thinking weird things.

After all, wasn’t Woojin visiting the café during winter break for a similar reason?

So, I’ll just meet Woojin, do what we need to do, say goodbye, and leave.

And then maybe play games together at night or something…

Lost in thought, Lee Jiyoon’s footsteps gradually slowed as she approached within 30 meters of the infirmary.

Until she finally came to a complete stop about ten steps from the door.

“…….”

The hallway right outside the infirmary.

Leaning against the wall, Jiyoon peered around like a meerkat, scanning the area.

Unlike when she had stopped by with her sister during winter break, there were quite a few people around now.

A teacher in a hero costume—likely for training—as well as a few students (whether upperclassmen or peers, she couldn’t tell) passed by, laughing and chatting loudly.

Though the infirmary was tucked deep into the hallway, it was still close enough that those people could reach it in just 20 seconds.

And inside that infirmary,

Well…

If any strange noises were to come from there…

“…….”

…This is all Woojin’s fault.

That bastard Woojin, who used the excuse of “applying saliva to the tongue” to blindfold me and then force-fed me his spit…!

Because of you, I keep imagining weird things, you jerk…!

Forgetting all the things she had done, Jiyoon briefly blamed Woojin.

Gripping her bag strap tightly, she mustered the courage to take step after step toward the infirmary door.

…Haaa…

What kind of greeting should I use…?

“Heyyy” sounds too otaku-ish.

“The hell you lookin’ at, dumbass?” is a bit too harsh.

“I’m here” makes it sound like I’m pushing noona aside to be his girlfri—

“Th-Thank you…!”

A small voice suddenly rang out from inside the infirmary.

Jiyoon, who had been agonizing over how to greet Woojin, instinctively sidestepped to avoid blocking the way.

And then—

A familiar fleece jacket,

A familiar black ponytail,

…And her sister, her ears flushed red,

Disappeared around the corner of the hallway with two strangers.

Before Jiyoon could even say hello.

Whoosh.

“…….”

Noona and Woojin were in the infirmary together.

The people who had just dragged noona away were probably her friends.

Noona and Woojin spent time together in the infirmary.

Enough to turn her ears red.

A few seconds passed.

After finishing her thoughts, Jiyoon quietly stepped into the infirmary—now devoid of her sister.

“…Hey. Woojin.”

I’m here.

She added silently.

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66

“Uuugh… Did you come because your head hurts?”

“Why else would I be here?”

“Can I say it?”

“……Shut up.”

At this point, it just seems like she really likes that outfit.

Today, too, Jiyoon wore the khaki-colored jacket she always wore while working at the café over her uniform.

No matter how you looked at it, it wasn’t a great match with her skirt, but I just smiled softly and stretched with a groan.

I hadn’t thought about it before, but criticizing the clothes of someone working hard to make ends meet felt kinda scummy.

So maybe I should take Jiyoon shopping sometime.

If I whispered, “Let’s go without telling your sister,” she’d probably grumble but follow me anyway.

Well… We could even stop by somewhere else along the way.

Using the excuse of “practicing going to a motel” with her sister.

“Anyway, Woojin.”

“Hm?”

Lost in pleasant thoughts, I chuckled to myself—until Jiyoon, sitting across from me, rolled her eyes and spoke up.

“…The person who just left was noona, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Hmm….”

A reaction too subtle to call jealousy.

But that’s fine.

Given Jiyoon’s distinctly twisted tastes, it wouldn’t take long for her to grow jealous of Hayoon.

For now, she’s just a little bothered.

That’s enough.

“Couldn’t you pretend to know her? Did Hayoon-noona run off?”

“…Ah, well, um….”

“Must’ve been embarrassing in front of her friends. She could’ve just said we’re dating.”

“First of all, you’re a teacher, so…?”

“I’m the health committee member, though?”

“What’s the difference…?”

“It’s different. Just trust me.”

“…….”

Continuing the meaningless conversation, I moved closer to Jiyoon.

Just in case another student walked in, I kept it as natural as possible.

To an outsider, it would just look like I was patting her head.

And so, I placed my hand on the head of the skittish stray cat, Lee Jiyoon, and began gently stroking to ease her headache.

…But.

“Feeling better now?”

“Y-Yeah….”

Honestly.

There’s no way you don’t realize you’re being petted like a pet.

“It hasn’t been long since your last treatment… You must’ve been under a lot of stress lately.”

“…You’re such a pervert.”

Watching you quietly endure the petting without pointing it out,

…Seeing you obediently look up at me, practically begging for more,

A little.

Dark desire bloomed.

“…Out of nowhere? And I’m the pervert? You’re way worse, Jiyoon.”

“You’re the one who figured out why my head hurts—that’s what makes you a pervert, idiot…! And how am I worse than you?!”

How far would you let me go in this ambiguous relationship?

That dark desire bloomed.

The door was still firmly shut.

Even if someone walked in right now, all they’d see is the back of your head.

“…….”

“…….”

Gently.

I lowered my head and pressed my lips against Jiyoon’s.

Less of a kiss and more of a peck.

Then, I smiled brightly at Jiyoon, who was too busy making a dumbfounded expression to react.

“See? You’re the bigger pervert here…!”

“How am I the pervert? I was just ‘practicing’ like last time.”

“Pra…—”

“You’re the one overthinking it. Am I wrong?”

The dumbest excuse possible.

Delivered with a grin, making it obvious I was teasing.

But Jiyoon’s emerald-green eyes darted around, unable to refute it.

Left. Right. Up.

And then,

Meeting my gaze.

“…I’m not overthinking it.”

“Yeah?”

“…Do it. Kissing practice.”

“What if someone walks in?”

“…We’ll just say we were practicing kissing.”

“See? You’re definitely the bigger pervert here.”

“Ugh, I’m not worse than y—mmph…!”

Smooch, slurp—

The moment I covered Jiyoon’s lips, the wet sound of saliva melted into my mind.

With every movement of my tongue, Jiyoon’s tongue—unlike her usual prickly self—entwined gently with mine.

We might get caught, stop.

…Or so she pretended, while her hands clung tightly to my white coat.

Punishing the things that kept tempting me, I fed her my saliva over and over.

Forgetting that stroking her head was just an excuse.

Forgetting that today, for once, she didn’t use Hayoon as a shield.

Forgetting that since I’d already admitted to kissing Hayoon, there was no need for practice.

Until the knock of a polite student echoed through the room.

For a long time.

“I can’t do this anymoreee…….”

“What’s the problem now?”

“This cutesy concept… I shouldn’t have picked ittt….”

“But it worked on Han Sua, didn’t it? So we should push it as far as we can.”

“I hate ittt… I’d rather just study hard and pretend I improved fast… Koreans like that kind of thing, righttt…?”

In the underground hideout of ‘The Company.’

Kwon Namho, stitching up a large wound on his arm, let out a faint groan before responding.

“They do. They like it, but you still have to do your job properly.”

“Hmph…….”

“You can drop the act once you’ve gotten close enough, so just bear with it. Dumbass.”

“Faking a speech impediment when you can talk fine just makes you look like an idiot….”

Yozora, unbuttoning her stifling uniform, rolled around on the sofa and muttered.

Soon, the small sound of teeth snipping thread reached her ears.

Honestly, Kwon Namho was so worried about Yozora he could barely sleep.

Not quite like a father watching his daughter by the water’s edge—well, maybe a little—but regardless.

The problem was that Yozora’s “How to Ruin Han Sua’s Life” plan was even dumber than he’d expected.

Like a child dreaming of infinite energy from magnets.

“You said you’d get her hooked on alcohol so she’d fail to graduate, right?”

“…Yeah. …Mhm. That’s it.”

Yawn— Tears welling from her yawn, Yozora nodded while lying sideways on the sofa.

“I get the idea, but isn’t it a little… unrealistic?”

“Is ittt…?”

“I doubt she’d spiral that hard just from drinking….”

“Don’t know, don’t care. It’ll work if I tryyy….”

“……Sigh….”

What the hell do I do with this idiot?

Wouldn’t it be more effective to befriend her—since she’s never had friends—and then brutally abandon her to traumatize her? Dumbass.

Bandages now fully wrapped, Kwon Namho looked at Yozora rolling around in her uniform with pity.

Meanwhile—

“…….”

Yozora was replaying today’s conversation with Han Sua at the academy.

There weren’t many new discoveries.

Just Han Sua’s food preferences.

And the fact that, unexpectedly, Han Sua gave off a strong naive virgin vibe.

The real question was:

A naive virgin.

How could she use that?

“Let’s eat. What do you want?”

“I wannnt… pork soup with sundae…?”

“Want alcohol?”

“Yesss….”

Ducks imprint on the first thing they see after hatching.

Imprinting, or whatever. Not sure, but something like that.

A virgin who knows nothing about sex is the same.

The first “thing” that introduces them to adulthood shapes their preferences.

How do I know?

Because it happened to me.

Perverted bastards made perverted comics, perverted novels—and that’s how I ended up with these tastes. Mmm.

…So.

“I’ll order just one bottle. Soju.”

“Okaaay….”

Our Sua-chan, who’s already started calling me Yozora-chan, could be corrupted just like me, right?

Resisting, cursing, provoking the male in front of her,

Only to be repaid with a cock shoved deep into her dripping pussy, leaving her drooling helplessly—

Couldn’t I stain her pitch-black with desires like that?

“…….”

…Well, Sua-chan is tall, model-like, and has a tomboyish image, so she probably wouldn’t break that easily…

But I can still hope.

“Fufufu….”

“Why the creepy smile all of a sudden?”

“Why? ‘Cause I’m getting free alcoholll….”

“…Tch….”