episode_0222

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…What do I do now?

I didn’t want to be alone with Yoo Si-woo, so I rushed outside without thinking.

But I can’t actually go to the infirmary like I said I would.

Seo Woo-jin—that guy—would just look at me with that indifferent face and ask why I came again.

And honestly, saying outright, “I’m in heat, fix me,” is way too embarrassing.

Come to think of yesterday, it doesn’t even seem like his ability would let him notice I’m in heat in the first place.

As a backup plan, I thought about making up some excuse to feed him, but…

…my head’s too foggy to even know if I could pull it off…

I couldn’t just go down to the first-floor infirmary, but I also couldn’t stand still in the hallway outside the student council room, so I wandered aimlessly down another floor’s corridor as a compromise.

“Ugh…”

The one saving grace was that, for now, it was just a mild fever.

The worst part? The “for now” in that thought didn’t even faze me.

And right now, I could feel my condition gradually worsening.

Not knowing what to do, I let out hot, ragged breaths as I agonized over it, eventually passing through the quiet hallway where only faint classroom sounds leaked out and heading toward the dim emergency exit at the far end of the building. At least here, hardly anyone comes.

…And even if I did something weird, the chances of getting caught were low.

“Seriously… such a pain…”

Not caring if my skirt got dirty, I carefully lowered myself onto the stair landing, using it as a seat.

Feeling the cold air from the floor seep through my skirt, I cautiously raised one hand upward.

For now—just for now—I had no choice but to touch myself a little.

Wasn’t this how I dealt with it the first time I went into heat? Awkwardly masturbating to relieve it.

But that didn’t mean I could just plunge my hand down there right away.

If I did, the chances of making a mistake—moaning like I did yesterday on the bed—were way too high.

For that reason, touching my clit was out of the question unless I taped my mouth shut.

…But,

here,

“…Hah…!…”

my chest,

wasn’t that sensitive.

So maybe…

it’d be fine.

“Huu… Hah…”

I absolutely couldn’t make a sound.

If I heard even a single footstep, I had to stop immediately.

Repeating the same words in my head over and over, I covered my mouth with one hand and let my fingers wander over my uniform.

“…—. …….”

But, unlike what I expected…

….

…unlike what I feared, the stimulation wasn’t that intense.

It definitely felt good. Unlike before, when it just tickled, I could tell it was pleasurable now…

But the bra.

The thin white undershirt beneath it.

And the equally white school shirt over that.

Maybe it was because there were three layers of fabric over my chest.

I could feel my fingers touching my breasts, groping them carefully like some pervert, but nothing beyond that.

What I wanted was pleasure—enough to keep me from moaning, nothing more, nothing less. But this, no matter how generously I looked at it, fell short.

Frowning, I swallowed hard and started moving my hand more boldly.

“…Nn, ugh…”

…I even cupped my whole palm over my breast and squeezed.

Then, like some shameless old pervert, I kneaded it roughly.

But realizing how uncomfortable it was to grab properly because of the bra—

and how stimulating my chest like this wasn’t as good as I thought—

I moved my fingers over the school shirt,

then the undershirt,

then the bra itself,

pressing down firmly on the area where my nipples were.

“…Hah, ngh…”

It wasn’t… bad.

Not bad enough to make me lean my head against the cold railing beside me without thinking.

Even though I knew the emergency exit railing couldn’t possibly be clean.

…Was this really the same spot that used to just tickle when touched?

Was this why, in those dirty videos, men always played with women’s nipples?

Dizzy from the warm pleasure, I let my head drop slightly, exhaling hot breaths onto my school shirt.

If I weren’t at the academy right now—if I were at home—what would I have done?

…Probably unhooked my bra already, touching myself bare.

Or maybe just wearing the undershirt, adjusting the stimulation as I rubbed my nipples.

Like Yozora, who was still grinding against that buzzing toy even when I went to see her?

Lost in the spreading aftershocks, I lightly brushed my hair back, worried something might have gotten on it.

After checking once more for any passing students,

I cupped my breasts from below again,

then pinched the stiff peaks

between two fingers.

Squeeze.

Harder than before.

“Hah…! Nn, ugh…”

…Annoyingly, the crisp fabric of the bra got in the way, making it hard to really pinch my nipples properly.

Of course, I could force it if I wanted… but it was better than accidentally moaning too loud.

Leaning my head against the railing again, I pressed down on my stiff, jelly-like nipples,

over,

and over,

and over…

grinding them under my fingertips.

But like I said before, this faint stimulation just wasn’t enough.

What I really wanted was to slip my hand under my shirt and touch them bare.

Because of that bastard who put me in heat, even this clumsy, awkward groping felt this good.

If I touched my nipples directly, I couldn’t even imagine how much better it’d feel.

So just a little,

just a little more…

…would be okay, right?

I was still keeping an ear out for anyone nearby.

As long as I hid before anyone came up the stairs…

As long as I held back my voice…

It’d feel

so

good.

“……!”

Right as my fingers desperately dragged over my school shirt,

just before I pulled my bra down—

I heard the sound of a door opening about two floors below.

“…Here?”

“It’s fine. No one ever uses this place.”

I thought I was paying attention. Did I miss their presence? That worry vanished in less than a second.

Because the two voices from below—one male, one female—

“Wait, how do you know no one uses it? …You’ve been here with another girl?”

“Another girl? What—have you ever heard of me dating anyone in first year?”

“…No, I guess not.”

From the context, they were probably second-years.

And the same age.

Behind their voices, the emergency exit door shut with a thud.

Then, as if suddenly aware they might be heard, their voices dropped to whispers that tickled my ears.

…So,

I, too,

carefully pricked up my white fox ears.

“…Anyway, you said you wanted to try it here, right? Changed your mind?”

“I—I was just drunk when I said that…”

“So you lied because you were drunk?”

“…”

“…It’s risky near the door. Let’s go up half a flight.”

“…Okay.”

Step. Step.

Their footsteps came closer.

One hesitant,

the other brimming with excitement.

After about ten seconds, the footsteps stopped—

not where I was sitting, but a fair distance away.

Half a flight up, as they said, probably a little over a floor below me.

Not close,

but not far either.

If I so much as sneezed—

…if I moaned while touching myself—

they’d definitely hear.

“Then… Ha-neul. …I’ll do it like yesterday, okay?”

“…”

Covering my mouth with one hand, afraid they’d notice me, I immediately pulled the name “Ha-neul” from my memory.

…Baek Ha-neul. Second-year. Summoning class.

Not a standout among the reserve heroes, but I remembered her because she shared my surname. And from her photo, she was pretty.

So it wasn’t weird she had a boyfriend. If anything, it was natural.

But.

“…Yes. …Master.”

“…”

Calling him “Master”—

wasn’t exactly…

…natural.

“Phew… If I hadn’t gotten drunk with you yesterday, what would you have done…?”

“…Ah, if you touch me like that… I mean, if you touch me…”

“Why? If that’s your thing, don’t you like being forced? Like this, groping your chest…”

“…”

“…Ah, right, saying it outright is a bit much. Should’ve just stripped your uniform and fucked you like yesterday when you were drunk.”

“Ngh…?!”

The rustling of clothes brushing together.

Light moans layered over it.

Then, wetter—the sound of kissing.

Maybe because I’d only ever heard this in videos, never in real life—

or maybe because I’d been forced to stop touching myself mid-act—

the tips of my breasts,

and the clit under my panties I hadn’t even touched yet,

…kept tingling.

“…Ha-neul. You’re on birth control, right?”

“…”

I can’t make noise.

If I’m caught, it’s over.

I should sneak up the stairs, open and close the emergency exit door to scare them off.

The student council president shouldn’t be eavesdropping on students having sex.

But I ignored it all.

…I just wanted

to feel good

this much.