episode_0070

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“Come in.”

A student visiting at this early hour couldn’t be here due to an injury during class.

Most likely, it’s someone like the cold patient I treated yesterday.

They probably hesitated, wondering if something so trivial was worth coming to me for, but rumors must have spread that I even treat colds, so they finally mustered the courage to visit.

Of course, illnesses like that are a bit more bothersome to treat compared to obvious external injuries…

Anyway.

If it’s not a conspicuously pretty female student, I’d rather it be a blunt male student.

While I was inwardly grumbling but maintaining a polite smile on the outside—

“Hello!”

“……?”

Yozora, dressed in the academy uniform, greeted me in an oddly cheerful tone that didn’t suit her at all as she stepped into the infirmary.

“…Ah, hello….”

What in the world happened?

She had brought Han Soo-ah, whose knees were scraped, first thing in the morning.

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Q. What are you doing?

A. What.

Q. Hello? What’s with this uncharacteristic act?

A. Can’t you see? I’m working. Working.

Q. You’re the complete opposite of your usual self—aren’t you embarrassed?

A. Shut the hell up.

Their eyes exchanged a rapid-fire conversation filled with such meanings.

Of course, I understood.

From what I’d observed since the entrance ceremony, Yozora’s plan seemed to start with getting close to Han Soo-ah.

But was it because I’d only seen Yozora, whose speech was slurred from a decade of alcohol?

Or was it because I’d built up so much resentment toward her over the years?

Watching Yozora put on this bright, enthusiastic act made my fingers itch to tease her.

Naturally, I didn’t let a single word slip out.

The girl who lazed around the house in nothing but a tank top like some sluggish monster now looked like a sister I’d run into on the street, all dolled up in flashy clothes and full makeup just because it was Friday night…

Either way, this was a brief opportunity to talk to Han Soo-ah.

Not only that—it was a chance to touch her body.

And at the same time, a chance to figure out her preferences.

The polite smile I’d been forcing became a little more genuine.

Given the circumstances, she must have slipped somewhere on her way to school. It’s not like Yozora planned this just to get “praised” by me.

Still, she did well. Next time there’s an opportunity, I should reward her.

If I vaguely threaten to spread some photos, she’ll probably wag her tail excitedly and jump at the chance to find a solution.

“Are you okay? It looks like it stings a lot.”

“I-It’s bearable…”

“There was a pile of snow up ahead—you must’ve stepped on that. Or maybe it was icy pavement.”

“Yeah…”

As we exchanged perfunctory words, Han Soo-ah hesitantly approached and sat down, gripping her uniform skirt tightly before extending her leg.

From photos alone, I hadn’t realized, but up close, her legs weren’t just skinny like twigs—they had just the right amount of softness, making them pleasant to look at.

More elastic than Lee Ji-yoon’s, whom I’d given a massage to, and about the same type as Lee Ha-yoon’s.

Well, both of them rely on physical abilities, so I guess their builds are similar.

This was much more to my taste than someone who was just bony.

…However,

There was one thing bothering me.

“Did you hurt anywhere besides your knees? If you fell on the street, your palms might be scraped too.”

“Ah, right. My palms… You’re right…”

Han Soo-ah.

Was she always this hesitant with her words?

“Then, could you show me your palms first? Treating your legs right away might be a bit…”

“…Okay, sure…”

I took the right hand she tentatively offered and, pretending to examine the injury, carefully touched the affected area while recalling the data I’d compiled in the past.

The Han Soo-ah I knew acted much more easygoing,

Was actually somewhat prickly,

And, ultimately, couldn’t shake off her chaebol air, making her secretly prideful.

But the Han Soo-ah in front of me now was nothing like that.

Easygoingness,

Prickliness,

Pride—

None of that mattered.

She just seemed to struggle with basic conversation.

Strange.

Why was the Han Soo-ah I’d pieced together from interviews so different from the one before me now?

Was it because of the interviews? Even if her easygoing act was just a facade, the underlying prickliness I’d sensed still didn’t add up.

…Does having Yozora around change her this much?

People are easily influenced by their environment, but even so, this felt off.

They’ve only been together for, what, two days?

Then why…?

“……”

Did something happen to her while attending the academy before the regression?

Or did Yozora actually do something to her?

A few plausible hypotheses rolled around in my head.

But they were just hypotheses.

Maybe the data I’d gathered was just full of overinterpretations and nonsense.

At this point, it might be better to just ask Yozora directly.

Shifting my gaze slightly, I glanced at Yozora, who was shamelessly rolling around on the infirmary bed instead of the fidgeting Han Soo-ah.

Then, I mouthed:

Q. Did you do something to Han Soo-ah?

A. …? The hell are you talking about?

But this time, Yozora didn’t seem to understand, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

Well, of course.

I’ve got ten years of experience deciphering Yozora’s drunken mumbles, but she doesn’t have the same skill.

…Oh well.

Now that I’ve made contact with Han Soo-ah, it’s better to take things slow and figure out her preferences while treating her rather than rushing things.

We’re in the same academy, so I’ll see her often enough.

An opportunity will come eventually.

“Does it still sting?”

“…No…”

Beneath the rapidly healing wound,

I kept holding Han Soo-ah’s hand, pretending there was more to do, while spreading mana through her body.

The result?

“……”

What the hell is up with this girl?

That was the conclusion.

“Your hand should be fine now, right?”

“Yeah…”

“I’ll treat your knee next. Let me know if you feel uncomfortable at all.”

“O-Okay…”

Ears.

Armpits.

Inner thighs.

Tongue.

Nape.

Toes.

And, buttocks.

Exaggerating slightly, every nook and cranny of her body might as well have been an erogenous zone.

Yet, there wasn’t a single trace of her having been thoroughly touched before.

Why did he look at me like that earlier?

After Han Soo-ah’s treatment was over,

Yozora, walking with her toward Class 1-A, recalled Seo Woo-jin’s sudden gaze during the treatment.

It had felt like he was asking, “Did you do something to Han Soo-ah?”

Whether it was real or her imagination didn’t matter—hadn’t Yozora only done one thing?

According to the information from the client, since Han Soo-ah liked romance manga, Yozora pretended to like them too and then casually recommended some lewd ones.

…Now that she thought about it, she had done “something.”

Yozora’s head bobbed slightly as she walked in silence.

She still didn’t understand why he’d asked that, though.

Ah, maybe he thought those injuries… Were from me bullying Soo-ah?

…Idiot.

If that were the case, would she have come to the infirmary with me so amiably? Dumbass.

Ugh…

“…Hm? What?”

“Nothing. It’s fine.”

Han Soo-ah, who had been walking beside her, tilted her head, having caught Yozora’s soft sigh.

Yozora flashed her a bright smile and kept walking as if nothing happened.

Han Soo-ah was pure.

She hadn’t confirmed just how pristine that purity was, but the girl was so innocent that a single dirty remark made her flustered enough to trip.

Now, all that was left was to slowly paint that blank canvas black, like the night sky.

To make her interested in sex.

No—specifically, sex where she’d be dominated by a man.

And just yesterday, she’d been too shy to even consider looking at anything lewd,

Yet now, she’d done it just because her “friend liked it.” Wasn’t that promising?

Still, for now, she was just a pervert-in-the-making.

Having confirmed her potential, all Yozora had to do was nurture it and then casually offer her up to Seo Woo-jin.

The client would be satisfied because Han Soo-ah’s life would be ruined as requested.

Seo Woo-jin would be happy to have another outlet for his perverse nature.

That was enough.

As long as—

As long as Master was satisfied,

That was all that mattered.

For now, she should at least send him a thank-you message on KakaoTalk.

“Thanks for not revealing my identity, Master…”

She’d rephrase it into something sassier, of course.

So she’d always be ready to get thoroughly put in her place.

Yozora walked into the classroom, chatting amiably with Han Soo-ah.

Right behind her seat,

A white-haired girl was slumped over her desk with earbuds in,

But Yozora paid her no mind.

…Somehow, all of Yozora’s recommendations seem to be R-19 romance.

While having lunch with Yozora in the academy cafeteria,

Han Soo-ah suddenly realized this as Yozora enthusiastically suggested various manga titles.

“So… that’s your recommendation list?”

“Yep!”

It was probably because of what she’d said this morning: “I read that thing you mentioned before.”

It was nice that they’d gotten closer, but being bombarded with these kinds of recommendations was a bit…

Taking a small bite of her crispy garlic bread, Han Soo-ah continued.

“…Thanks.”

She wasn’t sure if she’d actually read them all,

But she didn’t want to see her first friend’s face fall.

Besides, Yozora was the only person she could even call a friend right now.

Earlier, they’d been grouped together to destroy a few training machines, but why hadn’t she made any other new friends?

Simple.

Her group members, assigned by entrance exam scores, were all boys.

There was no deeper reason.

Han Soo-ah spent 90% of the training session in silence, only mustering short, simple phrases like “I’ll handle this alone,” before receiving a decent evaluation from the teacher and leaving.

If they’d been girls, she might’ve tried to talk more…

But boys were still too much for her.

Like that infirmary teacher she’d seen early in the morning.

“Should we head back? I wanna nap in class…”

“Sleepy?”

“Yeah. I usually wake up around 3 PM… My sleep schedule’s still messed up…”

“Then I’ll go for a walk or something.”

Of course, she knew he was a kind person.

She was well aware he’d treated her without any ulterior motives.

But here was the problem.

Did he really have to touch her injuries like that?

It felt a little… perverted, didn’t it?

She didn’t say it out loud, but from the moment he took her hand, she’d been flustered.

The only hands that had ever touched hers were her parents’ and her cat’s paw. Now, for the first time, a man’s hand had made contact.

And then, through the torn part of her stockings, he’d touched her knee too.

That, well…

…It felt like,

Like losing her virginity…

“……”

Soo-ah shook her head vigorously, dispelling the steam rising in her mind.

The infirmary teacher was just treating her. What was she thinking?

You’re the pervert here, having thoughts like that…

Dumbass…