episode_0095

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“I won, so I get to do what I want, right? We agreed.”

“……Tch.”

Yeah.

I’ll be honest.

Me, Yozora—

I’ve been sober and fully conscious for at least 10 minutes now.

“Hey, Sua-chan.”

“…Huh?”

“You good? There’s one more thing I wanna teach you…”

Maybe it was when Woojin comforted Sua-chan, saying she must’ve had a hard time?

I was just mindlessly snuggling against him in a good mood, but then it suddenly hit me—why am I in his arms?

As I kept turning it over in my head, I even remembered all the texts I’d sent him.

…I didn’t say anything, but cold sweat was pouring down my back from sheer nerves.

No way, after all the effort I put into playing the perfect femme fatale day and night to make sure my true feelings never leaked out, just because I got a little too drunk—gyaaah…

…Anyway.

What’s done is done. No point regretting it now.

Decision.

I’ll roll up my sleeves and set the stage so our Woojin can have his way with Sua-chan as much as he wants…

And as for me,

I’ll just pretend to be drunk, enjoy myself just a little,

and later act like I blacked out and don’t remember a thing.

“Y’know, boys… they really like chests, but… they also really like kissing?”

“…Get down already.”

“Mean~.”

Then, as a reward for offering Han Sua to our master,

maybe someday I’ll get a nice little treat…?

Or maybe,

I’ll get punished for acting on my own…

Well, either way, it’s a win for me.

Doesn’t matter~.

Ehehe…

95

…Kissing is something you do with someone you like.

How is that supposed to help you make guy friends?

Before I could even say that—

“Mmph…, slurp…….”

…Squelch, squelch,

Beyond the sounds of two people mating,

a wet, sticky noise, barely audible, seeped through.

…The sound of two adults happily tangling tongues

started echoing from right beside me.

Ah. No.

Not exactly the same.

A little louder, if anything.

Thud, thud,

forcing its way into my ears.

“Slurp… gasp… Mmm…….”

“…….”

But, well…

It wasn’t as gross as I thought.

Maybe because it was so close,

it was louder than expected, but still.

I wondered if I should even be here,

but as I fidgeted on the sofa,

I peeked through my fingers at the two of them.

…Yozora did say it.

Boys like kissing.

Just… as much as chests.

A lot.

So I should probably study up.

…No idea when I’ll ever get to use it,

or if I’ll ever get to use it on someone,

but still.

“…Get down. Now.”

“Phaaah… Whyyy…? We only kissed for like 10 seconds, and that’s it?”

“Yeah. You smell like alcohol. Disgusting.”

“That’s why I drank orange juice too… …Kinda like a cocktail, right?”

“Cut the crap…”

As I peeked, Woojin’s gaze briefly met mine—

A look that seemed very troubled… like he was hyper-aware of my presence right beside him.

Then, Woojin pushed Yozora’s lips away with his palm and spoke.

“Han Sua.”

“…Huh? Uh…”

“Don’t take what she says seriously. Filter it out. She’s just drunk.”

“…Okay.”

I was already planning to.

Letting someone touch my chest was whatever—it’s not like it’ll wear out from being touched—but kissing’s different.

…I’ve read way too many pure romance comics.

My first kiss has to be with someone I like.

That childhood promise isn’t broken yet.

…Letting someone touch my chest is already kinda hard.

The most I’d allow is…

letting them peek at my chest…

Yeah.

That’s the limit.

I mean, even random people on the street stare at them all the time…

At most,

that’s as far as I’d go.

“Phaaah… You should take it seriously…! This is all advice that’ll become part of your flesh and blood…!”

“It’s not happening, so get down.”

“Ugh… Clueless, impotent bastard… Hic…?!”

Woojin slid his hands under Yozora’s arms and lifted her up.

Then, he stood up and unceremoniously shoved a pouting Yozora into the corner of the sofa like a piece of luggage.

…Maybe he lifts her like that in bed too…

…Ah, so that’s why she calls him “Master”…

Thanks to all the lewd comics I’ve been reading lately, my imagination’s gotten very detailed.

My face flushed for a moment.

“Don’t mind what she said earlier. Most of it’s nonsense.”

“Uh, yeah…”

Leaving Yozora behind, Woojin stepped closer and sat beside me, speaking in his usual voice.

Compared to Yozora’s always-lively tone, his was gentle, mature, and low—just what you’d expect from a health teacher.

Not exactly the kind of voice you’d associate with the word “Master.”

“Think about it. It’s weird to let someone touch your chest just to become friends.”

“Y… yeah…”

His voice corrected all of Yozora’s earlier claims.

…Honestly, I thought it could make sense,

but to Woojin, it must’ve sounded strange.

Maybe it’s because I’ve never really had friends before…

“If you get really close later, sure, letting them touch your chest is whatever, but when you’re not that close yet… Starting with much lighter skinship is fine. It doesn’t matter.”

“…Ah, I see…”

As he spoke,

Woojin wore an incredibly gentle smile.

“Instead of something blatant like your chest, try your hands, wrists, shoulders… feet… hair… Stuff like that. Petting is nice too.”

“So what Yozora said about chests was…”

“Just drunk nonsense. …Think about it. Have you ever seen someone let strangers touch their chest on the street?”

“…O-of course not…”

“Right?”

Now that I think about it, yeah.

I nodded awkwardly, and Woojin chuckled before lightly resting his hand on my head.

His hand was big and manly, unlike my tiny one.

But his fingers were slender and pretty.

Though, compared to mine, they’re much thicker.

…Thick enough to lose myself in bad thoughts for a second.

“Like this. Start with light skinship when you’re not that close.”

My head moved slightly under his touch.

Pat, pat.

Like when my parents used to pet me as a kid.

…But, well…

Is it because I’m a mutant transcendent?

After not being petted for nearly 15 years,

and now being gently petted by a boy,

weird thoughts keep popping up,

so I lightly bit the inside of my lip.

…Pet play… was it?

There’s a lot of that in mutant transcendent porn.

Wearing a collar with your name on it,

being pulled by a leash during sex…

That kind of…

“How’s that? Get the idea?”

Amidst the endless delusions that started after I learned to masturbate, Woojin’s gentle voice snapped me out of it.

At this point, I kinda get it instinctively.

To make a lot of friends, I gotta act like Yozora or Woojin.

And for me… that’s probably impossible…

…Hesitating, I looked up at Woojin and nodded.

“Then wanna practice a little? Start with holding hands…”

“Hands first…?”

“Yeah. Everyone does this much.”

“…I see.”

So not the whole academy.

Just our class…?

Or just up to Woojin…?

As I gloomily wiggled my fingers, half-slipped out from my oversized mocha-colored sweatshirt—

“…So frustrating.”

Yozora, who’d somehow latched onto Woojin’s back, peeked over his shoulder with her crimson eyes and spoke.

“What is?”

“…….”

Woojin frowned slightly and asked,

but instead of answering, Yozora flashed a very lewd smile—

there was no other way to describe it.

Out of habit, she licked her lips with the tip of her tongue before letting out a Hmm~, a very Japanese-like hum.

All while staring straight at my chest.

Then, she pointed right at it with her finger.

“…Sua-chan.”

“…Huh? Me? I’m frustrating…?”

“You said~ you wanna make tons of friends, riiight……? Dunno why, but…”

“…Yeah.”

“Then you should…”

Yozora slithered down from Woojin’s back.

Then, still in that sloppy pajama outfit, she stood before us.

For someone around 160 cm, she looked oddly imposing.

Though,

“Stop wasting time holding hands and start with the lewd stuff first…”

“…….”

“…….”

The words slipping from her lips weren’t exactly that, but you get the idea.

In short, it’s this:

Woojin’s way is the proper method.

Yozora’s recommending a shortcut.

Instead of tediously going through every step to get closer,

use the methods boys like and take the fast track…

Something like that.

…Sorry, Yozora.

I appreciate the advice, but I’d be too embarrassed to do that.

I’ll just stick to Woojin’s way—start by petting friends’ heads and holding hands.

“……Sigh.”

“…….”

Eventually, Woojin’s quiet sigh reached us.

I stayed silent too, not wanting to upset Yozora by being too honest.

“Sooo……”

“…Ah……?”

“Let’s skip the elementary school stuff…?”

Giggle, giggle—Yozora smirked, grabbed my wrist, and yanked me up with both hands.

What the—?! My arm’s gonna pop off, you idiot…!

But that thought was short-lived.

Stumbling to my feet, I briefly fell into Yozora’s arms before

she twirled me around and—

Tap—she kicked the back of my knee, forcing me to kneel.

“Maybe I should’ve tied up my hair like Sua-chan too…”

No idea why, but Yozora knelt beside me.

Our eyes met as her long black hair nearly brushed the floor.

“…Ah, right.”

“……?”

“Faizri. Know what that is?”

“……Uh, what’s…”

…Pretending not to know what faizri is,

even though I’ve seen it dozens of times in last night’s lewd comics,

I played dumb.

“…Never mind. Just get up. Ignore Yozora.”

“Whyyy…! I’m just teaching you what to do later when you wanna make a close friend…!”

“…….”

“And you’re already close with Sua… So just be my practice partner for a bit… We’d both benefit…”

As Woojin’s sigh slowly drifted down from above,

“…Hehe. C’mon, Sua-chan.”

“Huh, wha?”

“…You’re close with Woojin, right? So you can show him your chest?”

“…….”

“Oh, maybe you’re not that close…?”

Giggle.

Listening to Yozora’s sweet laughter,

“…W-well…”

“Ahh~ So you don’t really think of him as a friend, just as the health teacher…”

“W-we are close…! …Me and Woojin… Super close…!”

“Yeah?”

My voice trembled as I spoke,

and when I met Woojin’s gaze looking down at me—

“…Heh.”

Yozora smiled brightly, as if enjoying this situation.

Staring at her smile,