episode_0146

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Is there any chance of getting pregnant on a safe day?

What’s the probability of pregnancy if you had unprotected sex?

Boyfriend│

Male person friend│

My boyfriend came inside me multiple times—does that increase the chances of pregnancy?

“…Phew…”

A night where going to bed early was completely ruined.

Buried under the blankets, I tapped out various search terms and let out a sigh as countless answers flooded the screen the moment I hit enter.

Unsurprisingly, the possibility of pregnancy on a safe day was infinitely close to 0%.

Even if he came inside just once,

or if, like Seo Woojin earlier, he came five or six times, filling my insides with cum—still 0%.

Of course, if the woman’s menstrual cycle isn’t perfectly regular, there might be unexpected variables, but as long as you properly avoid the risky days, the chance of pregnancy itself is practically 0%.

…In situations like this, the reason they never say, “There’s absolutely no way,” is probably to avoid responsibility in case of unforeseen circumstances.

Anyway, at this point, I don’t think I need to stress myself out by secretly getting emergency contraception.

If my cycle had been irregular, I would’ve sneaked off to the hospital tomorrow without Lee Hayoon knowing, but that’s not the case.

There’s still plenty of time until my fertile window…

Mmm.

Let’s stop worrying. Now.

I got so caught up in searching that it’s already way too late.

What am I even doing awake at this hour?

So stupid.

“I almost regretted letting him come inside me because of the mood… That bastard…”

With a muttered curse under my breath, I finally exhaled deeply, releasing the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. My chest felt a little lighter.

At the same time, I pulled down my phone’s notification bar—2:10 AM.

Not as late as I thought.

Since my sexual urges were somewhat satisfied, if I sleep now and wake up on time, I won’t end up dozing off at my desk tomorrow.

Twirling a strand of hair around my finger in relief, I went to the kitchen for a glass of water before bed.

Then, I slipped back into my warm blankets, ready for a deep sleep…

“……”

…Or so I tried.

For some reason, it wasn’t that easy.

“…Ugh.”

Whether I closed my eyes to darkness or stared at the dim ceiling,

the same scenes from hours ago kept replaying endlessly in my head.

Me, burying my face into the pillow, muffling my moans.

Then, gasping for air, tossing the pillow aside and panting heavily.

The way I kissed my sister’s always-smiling boyfriend—

—behind her back, breathless and desperate.

And the memories of having sex against the shower wall before even squeezing out body wash,

or the uncomfortable, slippery sex over the toilet,

or grabbing Woojin’s cock as he rinsed off, sucking him eagerly without being asked.

“……”

…Not to mention the video he took on my phone and the poorly focused photos.

They kept flashing in my mind, making my heart pound wildly.

If tomorrow were a day off, fine—but I have to wake up early for class like usual.

“Sigh…”

What can I do? It’s inevitable.

I had sex before Hayoon did, and I’m even a step ahead of her in everything else. Of course, it’s all I can think about.

I can’t be the only one like this, right?

Honestly, compared to some truly bizarre fetishes, this is pretty normal… Mmm…

And if you think about it, Woojin, who didn’t push me away and went along with it, is just as bad as me.

“……”

Realizing how flimsy my excuses were, I kicked the blankets in frustration before grabbing my earbuds and a towel.

Mumbling, “Just 10 minutes…,” I fiddled with my phone.

And then, somehow—

—I swear to God, it was completely by accident—

I ended up with barely two hours of sleep, facing the morning like this.

“…Jiyoon-ah.”

“Y-yeah?”

“Did you game late last night?”

“…I did? Yeah. Not much, just a little. Like an hour.”

“You went to a PC bang with Woojin and still… Ugh. Was it the keyboard noises that kept me up…?”

“……”

No wonder my sister looked more exhausted than usual.

146

Spy.

Someone who infiltrates an enemy organization under a false identity, climbs as high as possible, and leaks intel back to their allies—

A role only the most elite, those skilled in hiding themselves, can take on.

It’s been about a month since that unshakable belief of mine was shattered.

“Sigh…”

“Senior, want me to grab you some coffee?”

“Iced café mocha.”

“Café mocha… Need anything else? A sandwich? Pretzel?”

“Not hungry. Just sugar and caffeine will do.”

“Then I’ll grab something for myself too while I’m at it.”

“…Here. Use my card. Pay together.”

“Ah. Thanks…!”

The reason is obvious, but since I have no one to complain to, I’ll mention it just once more.

Right now, in the first-year classroom, Yozora is casually chatting with kids two years younger, pretending to be their age.

The fact that this alcoholic lunatic is still roaming the academy undetected is the biggest problem.

…Seriously, I’m worried I’ll develop some illness because of her.

Stress-induced gastritis, enteritis, headaches—or all of the above at once.

Every time I run into Yozora in the hallway, she waves at me first. How is no one suspicious of that?

We’ve never even interacted in student council. Shouldn’t someone ask, “Senior, do you know that first-year?”

We have zero connection.

Isn’t that super suspicious?

So why does no one around me even bat an eye?

Besides, I’m a third-year, and she’s a first-year.

No, before that—I’ve been completely ignoring her, yet she keeps smiling and greeting me. Why?

Is it because I look too unapproachable to even ask such minor questions…?

…

…Unapproachable—yeah, that sounds about right.

“Sigh…”

“You’ve been sighing a lot lately, Senior.”

“…Stop watching me without permission.”

“Who asks for permission to watch someone? Besides, I’ve always openly stared at you.”

A grating voice reached me as I rested my chin on my hand, trying to clear my head.

Without even turning, I replied, only to be met with shamelessness.

It’s nothing new, so I didn’t pay much mind…

…No.

Honestly, it’s a little annoying.

How can I like a guy who keeps clinging to me when I have zero interest?

I can’t outright curse at him, so I just endure it.

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t stare at me openly from now on.”

“Then I’ll sneak peeks next time. Senior, mind if I steal a glance while you’re working?”

“I believe the age of consent is 14. You, Yoo Si-woo, are a full-grown adult.”

“If you don’t get caught, it’s not a crime, right? And why are you suddenly using my full name? We’ve known each other for almost a year—we’re super close.”

“Calling you ‘Vice President’ makes me pity Miren Academy for having someone like you.”

“Ah. Then should I respectfully call you ‘Student Council President Baek Seo-yeon’ from now on? Or maybe ‘Seo-yeon noona’?”

“I’d rather not talk to you at all.”

“But I want to keep talking to you, noona.”

“…”

“Okay, okay. Senior. I’ll stop teasing, so stop glaring at me.”

Irritated, I instinctively turned toward the voice—only to see the couch he always treated as his bed.

Or was it a chaise lounge? Either way, the vice president was sprawled on it, mashing buttons on his game console.

Of course, unlike me, he didn’t even glance my way.

…Useless idiot who does zero work.

Trash who knows exactly how good-looking he is.

If I develop a stress-related illness, he’ll be 50% of the cause.

I know sighing is a bad habit, but thanks to Yozora and him, I can’t stop.

If it were just the two of us in the student council room, fine—but there are other second-years here too. How is no one questioning this?

Maybe if I beat him half to death in a spar, he’d behave.

But unfortunately, he’s not half-bad in terms of skill. If I attack in a fit of anger, things might get messy…

“…”

Maybe I’ll ambush him on a good day.

After briefly entertaining dangerous thoughts, I suppressed my sigh and stood.

“I’m stepping out for some air. Don’t follow me.”

“Where are you going?”

“Somewhere you’re not.”

“What if I follow you anyway?”

“The women’s restroom.”

“Think I can’t go in there?”

“…Weren’t you done joking?”

“Well, you make that ‘disgusting bastard’ face when I say stuff like that, so it’s worth it.”

“…Are you a pervert?”

“I like dirty stuff, yeah. What guy doesn’t?”

His eyes, which had been glued to the game screen, finally flicked toward me as I walked away.

Luckily, his gaze wasn’t as repulsive as the ones other guys often sent my way.

Or rather, it was repulsive, but I’d grown numb to it…

Whatever.

Not important.

“If you follow me, I’ll kill you. Seriously.”

“Won’t follow. Won’t. Go ahead. Senior.”

“…”

“Ah, I’ll text when the coffee’s here?”

Thud.

Closing the door quietly, I checked the hallway for people before walking off.

…Ah. So this is why people pick up smoking.

The thought crossed my mind as I walked.