episode_0067

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She deletes the newly created alarm.

A new alarm appears.

She deletes the alarms again.

Within just three seconds, another new alarm pops up.

…Staring blankly at the embarrassing content written in the alarm, she deletes it once more.

It reappears.

“Sigh….”

In a corner of the training center.

Lee Hayun, who had just changed into her gym clothes earlier, was now lying drenched in sweat, busily glancing at her phone.

There was a small reason for this.

In a group chat with notifications muted.

Bored friends with nothing better to do were passionately critiquing Seo Woojin’s face.

…And as a bonus, there was a photo of Seo Woojin secretly taken from behind Lee Hayun, posted like an official notice.

If the person in question finds out, this is a crime. You crazy bitches.

[Just saw him, and he’s kinda decent, right? Right?]

But since they weren’t saying anything bad or vulgar—just compliments—she, as his girlfriend, allowed it just a little.

Lee Hayun, grinning foolishly for no reason, eagerly swiped up on her screen.

More compliments.

Hurry.

I’ll forgive you,

so keep going.

[Yeah. He’s got a different vibe from Yoo Siwoo.]

A smile bloomed on Lee Hayun’s lips as she lay sprawled on the dusty, city-like floor.

After all, the name of the vice student council president that had slipped from someone’s fingers could also be considered a form of praise.

Guys with physical abilities were all overly muscular lumps.

Those specializing in magic or summoning were all scrawny.

So, Yoo Siwoo, who was both the vice student council president and a summoning-type transcendent, was kinda…

Like an idol who doesn’t really work out? If you’re being generous, that’s about it?

But Seo Woojin, in contrast, was lean and tightly packed with muscle. He was even taller than Yoo Siwoo.

Rumor had it he’d built his body a while back, and these days, he just ran a few kilometers along Han River Park every night for exercise.

Well. Anyway.

Having finished today’s training, Lee Hayun rolled around, engrossed in the group chat.

Amid the various shouts and explosive noises echoing around her.

21 minutes.

Under the training center clock, which showed she had only fallen short of her self-imposed 30-minute limit by a mere 9 minutes.

While everyone else was swearing at their training AIs and rolling on the floor.

She alone had already completed all her training.

67

First Friend-Making.

Success!

And not just any friend—a cute Japanese girl who speaks awkward Korean.

Even better, an incredibly pretty one.

Back at her studio apartment, Han Sua began changing her clothes with a “Heh heh,” and a sinister laugh.

Honestly, she thought she’d be exhausted from forcing herself to wear a mask of kindness to make friends, but who knew someone would approach her first with such warmth?

She got lucky.

Well, even so, it’s just one person for now.

“Heh heh….”

But one is better than none.

From age 5 to 20—15 years in total—she’d had zero.

Her father likely saw her as some sort of “advertisement model,” so for someone who’d spent her whole life studying, this wasn’t a bad start.

Of course, she shouldn’t stop at just one friend.

10,

100,

1000—

She’d have to get along with as many as possible.

That way, the image of “Han Sua” would gradually improve.

A positive impression would build toward “the only daughter of the Hanseol Group’s eldest son.”

And eventually, it would even have a decent impact on the image of “Hanseol Group” itself.

…The role of an advertisement model.

Honestly, it left a bad taste in her mouth,

but it couldn’t be helped.

If she just sighed deeply to herself, it was bearable.

She wanted to drop everything and, like Yozora, hang out with a few like-minded friends talking about romance comics,

but the reason someone as untalented in academics as her was thrown into the academy was obvious.

She had to work….

Work….

“Ughhh….”

If talking to girls was hard, how was she supposed to approach guys?

Her worries about tomorrow’s tasks were brief.

Though the sun was still high, Han Sua, already in comfortable pajamas, burrowed into her blankets and turned on her phone.

Not to giggle while looking at her first friend’s phone number.

Not that she didn’t want to, but anyway.

There was something more important, wasn’t there?

“Hmm.”

What was it Yozora said earlier when they were talking about comics…?

Pick… Pick something…

Hm. Can’t remember.

If she searched for what she’d heard, it’d probably come up.

Han Sua’s fingers tapped away as she emerged from the blankets.

“Eyes that change color… based on emotions….”

Ah. Found it.

Judging by the number of posts online, it seemed to be a fairly popular work, just as Yozora had said.

Since Yozora mentioned it was something she’d recently enjoyed, even if it was a lewd comic, knowing the basic plot might help.

And also…

…To be honest, being twenty and still knowing almost nothing about that kind of stuff.

It was kinda embarrassing.

“Better late than never….”

She’d heard even middle schoolers these days were doing “that kind of thing,” so was it really okay to not even know what male genitalia looked like, like some Joseon-era prude?

Wait.

If this were the Joseon era, she’d probably already have a kid in kindergarten by now.

Maybe even a second one.

She was worse off than the Joseon era.

Probably because her parents had been strict, what with all the noise around her about drugs, sex, and whatnot since she was little…

But now, for the past three days, she was free.

Well, technically, aside from the two housekeepers who handled chores, she was practically free.

One lewd comic for educational purposes… couldn’t hurt, right?

Glancing around her room nervously, Han Sua gulped and clicked on a post.

The fact that her internet history would remain and might be discovered someday?

Tech-illiterate Han Sua didn’t know that.

She just figured it was fine since she wasn’t at home.

“…….”

Three minutes passed.

Pitch black.

Bright blue.

Soft yellow, and so on.

The girl’s eye color, which changed based on emotions, turned pink right after receiving something like a confession from the boy, and the comic ended.

A short one-shot.

There were no lewd scenes.

“…Huh…?”

Weird.

Yozora definitely said it was a “kinda lewd” comic.

Did she miss the dirty part?

Han Sua scrolled back up and carefully reread it.

But even by her strict standards, there was nothing particularly lewd.

What was it…?

Why did she call this a lewd comic…?

“…Ah.”

Tilting her head, Han Sua scrolled all the way down just in case, and only then did the flood of comments catch her eye.

“So hot…” comments. (She vaguely knew this was bad language.)

“When’s the sex…?” or rather, “When’s the se1x?” comments.

“Geum Taeyang NTR…?” Huh? Was this some kind of code? Hard to understand.

Comments saying the “real version” actually had sex scenes.

And one suspicious link,

followed by multiple “Thank you” replies.

“Aha.”

She got it now.

The internet was open to everyone, so someone must’ve translated and uploaded it with the explicit parts removed for younger audiences.

Makes sense.

So if she clicked this link, she could see the full version?

No viruses or anything, right?

After a brief hesitation, Han Sua clicked the link in the comments and switched pages.

…Adult verification.

A little flustered, but she was an adult.

What’s weird about an adult watching adult content?

A slight sense of guilt for some reason.

She already knew the gist of the plot, so maybe she should stop here—a hint of fear of the unknown.

This was just prep for conversations with Yozora, not because she wanted to see lewd stuff.

A bit of shamelessness mixed in.

With these tangled emotions, Han Sua entered her resident registration number and phone number.

And so, the first thing Han Sua saw after stepping into this “strange place” was—

“…Eh.”

She thought it’d look gross,

but it wasn’t as bad as she expected.

…Kinda cute, even?

Male genitalia.

“…….”

She knew the basics.

Just like how “drinking water quenches thirst,”

she knew “putting male genitalia into female genitalia and releasing semen can cause pregnancy.”

And that “male genitalia hardens when aroused.”

It wasn’t like she’d had zero sex ed.

But she hadn’t known this was what it looked like.

The slight protrusions like blood vessels,

the swollen tip,

the indentation underneath—

…she hadn’t known.

“…….”

She also hadn’t known it could just… go inside a woman’s body like it was nothing.

Hadn’t known.

“…….”

She knew.

What was in front of her wasn’t real porn, just a drawing.

So there was probably some exaggeration.

But it couldn’t be completely detached from reality, right?

…Putting that into a woman like that—

Thump,

thump,

ramming it in like an animal—

that’s what sex was, right?

Was it really okay to be this rough…?

Wouldn’t it hurt the girl…?

That part looked so small—would something that thick even fit…?

“…Hn, uhn….”

…Why was this so embarrassing when no one was watching?

Han Sua’s eyes hesitantly scanned the images—her first time seeing something lewd.

Two people drenched in sweat.

Heavy, panting breaths.

Saliva dripping from a lolling tongue.

…A male member that looked painfully hard even in drawing form,

plunging over and over into a female part slick with mysterious fluid.

Slap—!

A scene where the man’s hand struck the female lead’s soft, white buttocks hard.

Leaving a red mark on her skin.

…And despite such humiliating treatment, the girl buried her face in a pillow, surrounded by crumpled heart marks, moaning uncontrollably.

Finally, the man buried himself to the hilt—over and over, countless times—

pressing his lower abdomen so hard the girl’s buttocks flattened,

before releasing an impossible amount of white fluid (clearly semen),

pulling out and letting it gush onto the bed,

leaving the girl twitching in lingering pleasure.

“…….”

Without a word, Han Sua quickly finished and blinked rapidly.

Then, turning off the screen, she muttered as if spitting it out:

“…Pervert.”

No words could’ve captured her feelings more accurately.

She’d looked it up to prepare for tomorrow’s talk with Yozora,

and to fill in her own lack of sexual knowledge,

but… it was just too weird.

Male and female parts combining?

Fine.

But why slap the girl’s butt?

Wouldn’t that just hurt both of them?

And finishing inside so casually—what if she got pregnant?

Wait. This was fiction, so it didn’t matter, right?

Anyway.

She had no idea why anyone would seek this out.

Yozora said this was her kind of comic, but…

Ugh…

No clue.

Sorry, Yozora.

She’d rather just reread that comic from before.

Sliding out of bed, Han Sua grabbed her old comic and started flipping through it while rolling around.