episode_0117

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Hmm…

Wonder how those two are doing.

It’s been about 30 minutes now, so let’s see…

Unless Sua-chan collapsed somewhere on the way, there’s more than enough time for her to have reached the infirmary by now.

Maybe, contrary to my expectations, she’s lying on the infirmary bed, snoring softly like hmnyaah…?

Or maybe the awkward atmosphere—like a soap bubble that’ll pop at the slightest touch—is still lingering?

Or maybe they’re using me from yesterday as a conversation topic, like, “Oh, she gets like that sometimes when she’s drunk~ Don’t mind her~” or something.

…Or maybe, by now, they’ve already locked the door and are going at it like crazy?

Like… Sua-chan, despite saying it’s embarrassing, is secretly letting him do whatever, while Seo Woojin—who’s usually busy pretending to be a good boy in front of me—wears his mask just like yesterday.

…And that utterly, utterly innocent Sua-chan—

Slurp—

—is being devoured whole?

Like this,

and that,

just—

gripping her plump hips tight…

Bang, baang…

Squelch, squelch, squelch…

…Bleurgh, blup…

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Thud,

thud.

“…….”

…So jealous.

Getting to experience an onahole for stress relief first thing in the morning? That’s exactly what I dreamed of back in my JC/JK days.

Back then, I’d get on the train every day, practically begging, “Please, someone—anyone—risk your life to rape me~” But all I ever got were cowards who’d pull up their pants and tremble if I so much as hinted at scaring them in a public restroom.

…Not like this—someone who’d curse me out with a shiver in their voice, shove my trashy body into a corner with their stupidly cute strength, ignore the sound of footsteps outside, and—

Thud, thud—

—while I glare at them like a rape victim, they’d cover my mouth with their hand and fuck me until all I could do was make pathetic hnngh noises.

That kind of magnificent male specimen…

“Hey, hey.”

“…Huh?”

Snapped out of my pleasant delusion, I saw a girl with a somewhat cute face leaning over my desk.

What was her name again?

I think I heard it in passing once, but unless it’s a guy, I don’t bother memorizing girls’ names…

Anyway, she’s a half-baked piece of meat—too embarrassing to offer to Seo Woojin.

“Uh… Yozora-chan? Touka-chan?”

“Touka…? Ah, I’m more used to Yozora-chan~”

“Then Yozora-chan.”

“Mhm.”

“How’d you get so good at Korean? Boyfriend?”

“I’ve loved Korean songs since I was little. Mm-mm. No boyfriend~”

“…Really?”

“Me? A boyfriend? With how many prettier girls are out there?”

“Anyway, songs? Like idol songs?”

“That’s a secret~ If I told you who I’m a fan of, I’d be kinda embarrassed. Hehe.”

Yeah, yeah.

Truth is, I just self-studied half-assedly to survive, but—

Japanese or Korean, doesn’t matter—

people love that “national pride” crap, so I’ll let them keep misunderstanding…

I wonder how Sua-chan’s doing in the infirmary.

…Doubt Seo Woojin was considerate enough to let her rest peacefully.

Hmph.

“You there. Wake up Chae Seunghyun.”

While mechanically keeping up the boring small talk with a polite smile, I noticed the homeroom teacher trudging over from afar.

Just as I was sweetly waving off the girl returning to her seat, his gaze landed on me.

“Why is that seat empty?”

And with that, the eyes of Class A briefly turned toward me.

Some of them even took the chance to sneak glances at the chest trapped beneath my uniform, but since it’s just part of the daily routine, I brushed it off.

“Sua-chan… I mean, Sua went to the infirmary. She’ll probably be back soon?”

“Ahh.”

Still wearing that cute smile, I smoothly lied through my teeth.

Well, I expected it, but the moment “infirmary” came up, even the teacher—who looks like some kind of rough hero—just went “Oh, okay.”

I mean, if a girl says she’s sick and went to the infirmary, it’d be weird to grill her about the details in front of everyone, right?

Like, if it’s period cramps, the mood would get a little…

awkward.

Anyway, the word “infirmary” is just too perfect of an excuse.

Without any further issues, the teacher moved on.

Something about adjusting individual curricula to cover weak points over the next few days… blah blah…

Amid the students’ silence, only the teacher’s voice floated quietly—

Until.

“……?”

I felt a strange gaze and glanced toward its source.

Not from the front or side,

but right behind me.

“…….”

“…….”

The moment I turned, I locked eyes with a stunningly pretty girl with snow-white hair.

Her name was…

Lee Jiyoon, I think?

Unlike the girl I just talked to, I do remember her name.

She’s gorgeous even without makeup, and she stands out during practical classes too.

Anyway, after briefly meeting her eyes—as she rested her chin on one hand—she was the first to look away.

And super awkwardly, too.

Not just her eyes—she turned her whole head to the side.

Hey. Even if you pretend you were looking out the window, it’s way too late for that.

Got something to say to me?

Sudden love confessions are a no, but if you’re looking for a master to serve on a leash, I do know someone…

…Eh, whatever.

She’s right behind me, so maybe she was just spacing out, staring at the back of my head, lost in thought.

If she really has something to say, she’ll come talk to me during break.

Hmph. I exhaled through my nose and pretended to be a diligent student, staring blankly at the teacher.

“…….”

Speaking of Sua… The fact she still isn’t back means…

Maybe they actually went all the way?

In that case…

Later, will I get some kind of “reward” from Seo Woojin too…?

“…….”

…Something romantic, like 50 hours of raw, creampie rape sex during my fertile window.

Probably not in the plans, huh…?

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Tossing aside the limp, used condom—then once more.

Han Sua, trying to put on another condom—tossed aside, then once more.

…With every deep thrust, her hands claw into the bedsheet,

her face turned away in embarrassment,

her ears dyed red as she whimpers hik-hik,

“You’d go this far just to make one friend?”

At just that slightly teasing remark, she flinches, shaking her head.

“Then why are you doing this with me?” I ask,

and she stammers out, “S-sex partner…”

…That cuteness makes me grip her thighs tighter, fucking her harder,

kissing her sloppily, forcing my spit down her throat,

and when I pull away, her tongue lolls out as she’s too busy hah-hah reaching climax,

so I bury my cock deep inside Han Sua’s innermost parts—

Bleuugh…

Blup.

Even as I cum, I keep pounding thud-thud,

shoving the condom-trapped semen into her womb like a brute,

finishing my second-most pleasurable release as a male.

Then—just one more time.

Right after emptying the entire box of condoms—

“Haaah…”

Once the afterglow fades slightly, Han Sua bolts from the infirmary without so much as pillow talk or a goodbye.

After cleaning up alone, I slump into my chair with a sigh.

The smell won’t be completely gone, but this should be fine.

I am a little worried about the mutants’ sense of smell, but…

it’s not like they’re sniffing 24/7.

It’s more like an on-off switch—only sharp when they want it to be.

It’ll be fine. Probably.

“…At least the sweat smell isn’t noticeable.”

Sniff-sniff. I pull at my collar to check, then lean back comfortably.

Never thought I’d get to mess with both Lee Jiyoon and Han Sua after all that pathetic flailing.

Much less in their younger, academy days forms—not the ones I knew.

What’s the phrase for this again?

“A fresh wave of emotion,” or something? Close enough?

The afterglow of sex is so squelch-squelch thick that my Korean vocabulary feels wrecked compared to Yozora’s.

Still, grinning like a madman, I spin in my chair.

…Earlier, her ass reacted interestingly to light spanks. Next time, maybe mix in some light spanking during sex.

For someone as sensitive as Han Sua,

even just leaving my handprints on those plump, pale cheeks

would probably make her squirt and climax like crazy.

…Her neck,

her chest—

kissing those spots would probably do the same.

“…Haa.”

…Seriously, that bitch is even hotter because she’s so pure.

Since I found out she actually likes manga (not just tabloid gossip), I’ll have to try cosplay sex someday.

Since I’ve already rolled around in bed with Yozora, I’ll have to try a threesome someday.

And someday, when you’re on TV spouting some “for the citizens…” crap,

I’ll blast that voice at full volume

while you’re face-down on a real bed, unable to even breathe properly,

fucking you until you break.

That’s why I became a villain—to fuck heroes.

A hero fucking another hero is just boring vanilla romance.

But a famous, masked hero knocking on the door of a crumbling one-room apartment,

begging the villain who answers, “P-please fuck me…”?

That’s hot.

“…Ah, fuck. Hard again.”

…Even after nearly a decade of just kicking shitballs before dying.

Well, that’s all in the past now.

“……?”

Just then, a knock-knock comes from the infirmary door.

My pants are still a little uncomfortable, but if I tuck my hands in the coat pockets, it should be fine.

Glancing at the bed where Han Sua and I rolled around, I call out:

“Come in.”

First period should’ve already started by now.

Most patients tend to come right before lunch (probably because of practical classes around then), but it’s not that weird for someone to come now.

If it’s not a patient, then it’s probably a teacher wanting to network with a healing-type Transcendent.

Preferably a pretty girl who’ll be famous later.

With that in mind, I straighten up—

and the visitor peeks their head through the door.

“…….”

…A slightly unexpected face.

“Why’re you here? Hurt?”

“Yes. A small cut.”

“…Really?”

“Here. The tip of my index finger. I nicked it on paper.”

Baek Seoyeon.

Unlike Yozora, who’s slacking off using Han Sua as an excuse, she’s a proper villain, busy with work.

Also, the girl who left me with a slightly dumb impression last time.

She extends her finger with the same calm voice as before.

…It is cut.

The fact that it’s from paper and not, like, a sword makes it even dumber, but…

Hmm. Did she get it while doing student council work?

“This’ll heal on its own if you just lick it and wait a few days.”

“Why would I do that when there’s a healing-type Transcendent right here?”

“…Well, I guess…”

I figured she had some ulterior motive, but instead of pulling out her phone like last time, she just slides her finger forward.

Unsure how to react, I sigh lightly and reach for her finger.

Might as well play nice.

She doesn’t seem interested in being friendly or close, but no need to make enemies.

So I skip my usual “body check” routine.

What’s the point of learning Baek Seoyeon’s erogenous zones?

Not like I’m dying to fuck her.

I’m too busy fantasizing about defiling Han Sua and Lee Jiyoon.

“Don’t you have a healing-type on your side too? They’re probably not around now.”

“…….”

Let’s just keep things lukewarm with this one.

With that in mind, I bring up something I vaguely remember, and Baek Seoyeon glances at me before nodding slightly.

Her navy-blue hair, like the ocean, sways lightly.

The fruity scent of her shampoo brushes past my nose.

…Not bad.

“If you get hurt again, just come to me. Don’t overthink it.”

“If I overthought it, I wouldn’t be here in the first place. Like you said, this’d heal with spit and time.”

“…Ah. Good point.”

“…Are you stupid?”

She lets out a light, exasperated laugh.

I mirror her smile, and she immediately clamps her lips shut, expression stiffening—

as if she hates looking relaxed in front of me.

Hmm. Yeah, that tracks.

She’s got pride as a spy and villain.

Seeing that, I finally get why a girl like her is friends with Yozora.

The type who’d have a fun reaction if teased.

Which, coincidentally, is exactly Yozora’s type.

No way they became friends without Yozora pestering her first.

So predictable.

“Anyway, I’m done, so I’ll go.”

“Sure. Try not to cut yourself on paper next time.”

“…Yeees.”

Annoyed, her voice drags out sarcastically.

Then she stomps off, deliberately yanking the door open BANG—

revealing someone standing outside.

I can’t quite hear their hushed conversation,

but it’s a male student, slightly shorter than Baek Seoyeon (who’s around 170cm).

Baek Seoyeon looks extremely annoyed, while the guy grins like a sly fox, hands clasped behind his head.

…And something about him just—

makes me want to punch his face in.

If I ever wondered what a “parasitic oppa” looked like, this is it.

“Hmm.”

He seems close to Baek Seoyeon—maybe he’s a spy too?

But given how strained they look, probably not.

Or maybe they are close and just act like this.

Tch. No clue.

“…At least close the door on your way out.”

Standing, I adjust my infirmary coat and shut the door.

Time passes.

During lunch, I get dragged by burly male teachers to some hole-in-the-wall restaurant they swear is the best for pork belly.

Then, in the afternoon, it’s a mix of treating injured students and fending off ones who just want to chat.

By dismissal time, my phone buzzes beside me.

What now?

It’s not like anyone else would text me—

…Oh.

[Lee Jiyoon]

– Hey

– My head hurts