episode_0214

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Frankly speaking, my encounter with Baek Seo-yeon wasn’t exactly pleasant.

Had it just been a brief conversation between the two of us, I could’ve tolerated her with only minor annoyance—thoughts like, Ugh, she’s being bothersome, or Is she acting like that because she needs some fake healing energy or something?

But meeting her right beside a woman I currently have my eyes on? Regardless of her true intentions, it only filled me with negative thoughts.

For example… What if she and Yozora are doing something weird to Han Soo-ah behind my back? That kind of thinking.

Though, of course, it’s nothing more than a passing concern for now.

Unless Yozora has some dirt on her and is blackmailing her, there’s no way Baek Seo-yeon would go that far just for a friend’s love life.

She’s not that much of a pushover.

“Soo-ah. Why did that person bring you home instead of Yozora?”

“Mmm… ‘Cause my feet hurt from the heels… And then… suddenly… she texted….”

Inside the elevator, just the two of us.

Han Soo-ah clung tightly to me, her words slightly slurred.

The faint smell of alcohol clinging to her clothes wouldn’t be an issue—I could just say I ran into her near a bar because a friend got hurt and had to step out briefly.

Based on the situation, it seemed clear that Yozora had called Baek Seo-yeon there.

Not to mention, the part about her walking around in heels seemed to be true as well.

Running my fingers through Soo-ah’s golden hair, which reached just below my chin, I let out a sigh mixed with doubt as I recalled the Yozora I knew.

She’d always preferred slippers. In ten years, I’d never seen her wear heels.

In fact, she once suddenly snapped at me, saying heels were only for girls insecure about their height and that as long as your proportions are good like mine, it doesn’t matter.

That Yozora wearing heels?

I can’t imagine she’d be able to walk properly in them…

Did Yozora have her own reasons?

Lost in plausible explanations, I tightened my grip around Soo-ah’s waist.

“So before drinking, it was just you and Yozora?”

“Yup….”

“How long were you two together?”

“Uhh… since… 1 p.m.? Wait, was it…?”

“That’s quite a while. I thought maybe you two watched a movie, but that’s too long for that.”

“We went to a comic café too… Got dragged around by Yozora… Then that forest trail near Hongdae with, like… railroad tracks? Took pictures together… Oh, but next time, I wanna watch a movie with you….”

I’d worried Yozora might’ve done something strange, but listening to Soo-ah, it sounded like they just hung out normally.

Of course, given who was involved, I couldn’t shake off the discomfort completely.

At the very least, there was no need to worry about anything that happened today… That much was clear.

Still, I didn’t like the idea of leaving things as they were—letting Yozora and Baek Seo-yeon keep contacting Soo-ah like this.

“…”

Seems like I’ll need to set aside some time separately on Monday.

Even if detaching Yozora from Soo-ah right away would be difficult,

There’s always one person.

One person who never needs to be seen again.

214

The night transitioning into Sunday.

After handing Soo-ah over to Woo-jin and returning home, I flopped facedown onto the sofa, still wearing my sweat-soaked workout clothes.

It wasn’t because my legs hurt.

Nor was it because I remembered stumbling upon Yozora masturbating on this very sofa in the past.

It was just…

I was exhausted.

All I did today was prioritize documents for Most Wanted, supplement classes for the student council, and exercise—nothing major.

So why?

“…Ugh.”

Overworked?

But ever since becoming student council president last summer, I’d only worked hard for about a year.

What seemed more suspicious was stress.

And the first thing that came to mind was, naturally, Yozora’s message.

“…Behaving well, so help me?”

You’re not supposed to expose your true identity to the Academy either, dumbass.

You’re just doing what you’re supposed to—why do I have to reward you?

So damn annoying…

But while infuriating, that alone wasn’t enough to be considered major stress.

Walking Soo-ah home only extended my usual route by about 40 minutes of walking and jogging.

In the end, I shelved the stress angle and wondered what else about today had been different from usual.

And the answer was…

That man.

Seo Woo-jin.

“…”

Could that ridiculous gumiho radar hypothesis of hers actually have worked?

Not that I had any lewd thoughts—none at all.

…Just tired.

If his influence had been at play, I wouldn’t be exhausted—I’d be in heat, locking myself away to finger myself raw while cursing at him under my breath.

Just like back when I ended up sold off in suspicious leather bags at the orphanage, stuck under childish older sisters doing all sorts of odd jobs for them.

That unpleasant, sluggish feeling made me rub my forehead harder against the sofa before I gradually unzipped my jacket down to my chin.

Ziiip—

The stuffy, heated air trapped inside escaped into the chilly night, making me feel slightly better.

Digging my hands under my sweat-soaked white shirt, I unhooked my bra, freeing myself from the tightness.

That helped a little too.

Then, sweeping up my blue-white bangs, I downed a glass of cold water in the kitchen.

Even better.

Not quite overworked, but maybe a slight overload.

Calling it burnout would be too grandiose—just a bit more tired than usual today.

So maybe instead of hot water, a slightly cooler shower would help…

Squeezing my eyes shut and reopening them against the fatigue, I haphazardly stripped off my clothes onto the sofa before heading to the bathroom.

“…”

Beside the steadily filling bathtub with its usual warm water, I adjusted the showerhead slightly differently this time, tilting the faucet just so before letting the water cascade over me.

…For someone like me, who only showers with warm water even in summer, this sensation bordered on unacceptable.

But doing this occasionally wouldn’t be so bad.

It wasn’t completely cold—just somewhere between tepid and refreshing.

As I stood there, lost in the uncharacteristic coolness of the water, my unfocused eyes drifted downward.

To where droplets shattered relentlessly against the tips of my chest.

“…”

Why don’t I feel anything particularly good when touching myself there?

Yozora, practically the polar opposite of me, lives like sex is the only thing worth feeling good about.

So why?

What, am I cursed not to feel it or something?

“…”

Because of Yozora.

Sacrificing Han Soo-ah just to look good to one guy—Seo Woo-jin.

Claiming she was abandoned, yet still telling Soo-ah to find someone better…

All while visibly unable to forget him.

Because of Yozora.

Even as the memory of that pervert—who hadn’t stopped jerking off despite hearing the front door open—flashed through my mind, I cautiously aimed the showerhead at my chest.

Thirty seconds passed.

“…Ugh.”

Yeah.

Still not pleasurable.

I’ll admit, there was kind of a ticklish sensation.

If I claimed to feel nothing as tiny droplets pelted my skin, that would be stranger.

But that’s all it was—just ticklish.

Like idly dragging a finger along the back of my hand.

Maybe breast size affects sensitivity?

I’ve heard bigger breasts feel less…

…No.

Then what about Yozora or Soo-ah, who are visibly bigger than me?

I must be the weird one.

Most people say touching themselves there feels good, but all I get is this faint itchiness.

Especially when the internet has terms like superhumans who’ll fuck you just for having big tits or gumiho-based variants who’ll rail you on demand if your tits are big enough.

…Those fucking losers.

Bastards lucky to even see a gumiho in their lifetime, yet acting like they can judge—

“Sigh….”

The frustration of facing endless sexual harassment behind the shield of anonymity briefly made me seethe internally.

Shaking my head to clear it, I aimed the showerhead at my stomach, using my free hand to pinch a soaked nipple.

I probably wasn’t good at it, but even accounting for clumsiness, it was nowhere near pleasure.

Instead… it hurt.

Enough to make me worry—what if breastfeeding feels like this?

The thought made me consider that if this was what drove people to obsess over sex, I’d rather have a cafe mocha instead.

Better to enjoy the bittersweet blend of coffee and chocolate than strip naked and tangle disgustingly with someone. At least that pleasure came pain-free.

In the end, that experiment failed.

So my gaze drifted somewhere more explicit.

“…Hng.”

Between my legs.

Where intercourse happens—and the tiny spot right above it.

The only part of my body meant solely for pleasure.

“Nn… Hah…”

Okay, this did feel more than just squeezing my chest.

Unfortunately, those sensations weren’t what I’d…

Well, saying “hoped for” sounds weird.

Let’s just say—

The sensations weren’t what I was searching for… just pain.

Same result as the last time I touched myself here.

Unlike my nipples, which at least tickled, my clit felt like nothing.

Fingers hovering near my entrance, I hesitated—Can anything even fit in here?

Then, copying what I’d seen in porn, I tried rubbing my clit…

…But the moment I touched it—

“Hyuh—?!”

My body flared with sharp, stinging pain.

Like it was screaming at me not to touch it.

“Ugh…”

Would gentler touches work?

With extreme care, I tried again, but the throbbing ache in my lower belly persisted.

Even with minimal pressure, the brief curiosity I’d mustered evaporated like water off my skin.

Come to think of it, last time I saw Yozora, she was pressing a buzzing toy hard against herself.

Specifically, lying facedown to crush it under her own weight.

Some people tremble in pleasure from that level of stimulation…

Meanwhile, I can’t even rub myself lightly without pain.

How unfair.

And they say they’ll fuck you just for having big tits?

…Perverted trash.

Never even had sex with me.

“…Maybe it’s just that all the previous gumiho happened to be perverts.”

Realistically, the superhumans who’ll rail you for big tits are probably variants like Yozora, tied to demons.

Drowning in pointless thoughts, I rinsed myself with cool water before sinking into the tub to soak.

The next day.

I hadn’t expected a mild fever to trap me under the blankets.