episode_0223

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When I considered the nuance of the word “eavesdropping,”

I already knew full well, without anyone having to tell me, that what I was doing right now wasn’t exactly honorable.

If I thought about it rationally, there were ways to drive those two away by making my presence known—like opening and slamming the emergency exit door upstairs, for instance.

…But in this case, they were also at fault.

Compared to me, hiding here as if no one was around, holding my breath,

those perverts, shamelessly sucking and biting in a place where getting caught wouldn’t be surprising at all—

their wrongdoing was,

just a little bit greater.

“…Lean against the wall.”

“…L-Like this…?”

With one hand clamped tightly over my mouth to keep any sound from escaping,

I strained my ears to catch the hushed whispers drifting up.

Meanwhile, my fingers slowly rolled over the stiffened nipple beneath my school shirt,

already taut inside my bra.

And the scene below…

…I imagined it as I pleased.

“You know that’s not what I meant by ‘lean.’”

“…Th-Then what…?”

“You know exactly what I mean, so why ask? Are you doing this on purpose? Want me to pull your hips back for you?”

“…Hhk…….”

“…Then again, you’re the type to spill every last detail of your preferences to a guy after a few drinks. Must be intentional.”

“N-No, I didn’t…!”

A short moan and the sound of a misstep lightly echoed through the emergency exit.

The footsteps were unmistakably hers—the same girl who’d called him “Master.”

…Thanks to that, the image in my head of her standing stiffly against the wall

was now,

at the mercy of the boy’s hands,

pressed firmly against the surface,

hips pulled back.

“Your stockings are fucking obscene. …Or is it just because it’s you wearing them?”

“…D-Don’t tear them. Okay? We still have class…”

“I know. I know. It’s not like I want you to be embarrassed in front of everyone. I just want to monopolize you and fuck you senseless.”

“….”

“…Quit glaring and turn your head a little more. Stick your tongue out too.”

At a glance, his words were rude—

the kind that might upset the listener.

But the wet,

…squelching kiss that followed

made it feel like my perfectly sound common sense was being destroyed.

Especially when,

amid the filthy,

stupid,

noisy sounds of kissing,

I heard her call him “Master” again—

a term my brain couldn’t comprehend.

Even more so.

“…Hah…, unbutton it yourself. I’ll take care of your panties and stockings.”

“…How much?”

“Don’t undo all of them, just in case. …Use your judgment. You know what I mean, right?”

“….”

If she was the one calling him “Master,” shouldn’t she be using honorifics every time she spoke to him?

Lost in that trivial thought, I heard the crisp pop of a white school uniform button slipping free from its tight hole.

Immediately after, the faint sound of unbuttoning was completely drowned out by something brushing against skin.

…And so, in my imagination, the girl naturally let her coffee-colored stockings—

stretching down from beneath her skirt—

be pulled down without resistance,

past her thighs,

past her knees.

“Not as wet as yesterday in my place, huh.”

“…D-Don’t say that…”

“It’s fine. I only said it because I wanted to see that reaction.”

“…Wh-What’s fine about it…?”

Even though the boy had outright said she needed to get wetter,

for some reason, in my imagined version,

between her panties and her cunt,

I painted in a few obscenely stretched, glistening strands myself.

“Anyway, you should probably get a little wetter… Want me to use my tongue?”

“…Th-That’s… a little embarrassing…”

“What do you mean ‘embarrassing’? Compared to you panting like crazy while licking my cum-covered dick yesterday, this is way tamer.”

“Th-That’s… different…”

“How?”

“…Obviously… Nngh…!”

The girl’s hushed voice suddenly spiked sharply—

loud enough that even someone without fox ears would’ve heard it clearly.

But when no further sound followed,

…I could easily guess

what was happening below.

“Tell me. How is it different?”

“Hh, ngh…! W-Wait, not there…”

The boy must’ve been touching her clit directly.

Or maybe he’d slipped a finger inside and was lightly scraping at her walls.

That would explain why only her pleasure-filled moans escaped intermittently,

with no other sounds to be heard.

“…Whatever. If you don’t wanna say, fine.”

“Hah… Hahh…”

“…But from now on, you better keep quiet. Got it?”

“….”

A much louder sound than their whispers—the unbuckling of a belt.

At the same time,

…I, too,

just a little.

Really, just a little.

Only enough to ensure no sound escaped—

moved the hand teasing my nipple down to my lower stomach.

Touching my clit directly was still too much for me,

but stimulating the area around it like this was fine.

Besides, I could already feel…

…how wet I’d gotten.

Even if I soaked my panties,

it wouldn’t be a problem.

“Ah… Nngh… W-Wait… Too deep…”

“Fuck… Hah… Baek Haneul…”

Listening to the sounds of the two fucking just one floor below,

with my mouth tightly sealed,

I cautiously traced my fingers over my lower stomach.

Coincidentally, the girl shared my surname—Baek—

…and for some reason,

I wondered what sex actually felt like.

Was it really better than masturbating?

Was that why Yozora, who I’d thought only cared about alcohol, had fallen so hard for a guy?

Mixing in light fantasies,

I moved slowly.

“N-Noo… Don’t… squeeze so tight…”

“If I don’t hold you here, what, you want me to pull your arm like yesterday?”

“Th-That’s… Nngh, hhah…?!”

“…Here. Lean against this. I’ll give you what you want.”

“…H-Here…?”

“Yeah.”

The sound of a foot stomping down.

The sound of unsteady legs forcing themselves to hold firm.

Thud.

The sound of a body pressing against the cold metal railing of the stairs.

…Maybe the railing was connected all the way up, contrary to what I’d thought.

Even from here, a floor and a half away,

I could feel the heavy vibrations.

“Hah… Nngh… Hhah…”

Thud. Thud.

Despite keeping their voices as quiet as ants,

the sound of flesh slapping together reached me unrestrained.

When I placed a hand on the railing beside me, the faint trembling didn’t stop.

The railing,

…and my body,

both shook.

“N-Noo… S-Stop, really, stop… Nngh… D-Damn it…”

“You said that shit yesterday too, and I didn’t stop then either. Idiot.”

“Nngh… Yesterday… I don’t… remember… Hahh…”

“…You’re staring at me like you’re disappointed I stopped, but you ‘don’t remember’?”

He must’ve lowered his stance, bracing one arm against the railing around here,

while the other pulled her back onto him.

I hadn’t experienced it myself, but I’d seen enough porn to guess.

Lost in my dazed fantasies, I pressed my fingers firmly against my lower stomach.

If a real dick were inside me, it’d probably reach about here.

My sisters had bragged about their exes being around a span in length…

So roughly from my entrance to just under a span…

…But even that seemed too deep.

Wouldn’t it hurt if something that grotesque went in that far?

Were my sisters really so masochistic that they’d switch topics to sex after a few drinks?

…Masochists.

Maybe that was it.

“I don’t… remember… So just… finish… Nngh…!”

“I’m already fucking you how I want. …Hah… You know they’ll hear us.”

“Nngh… Hahh… Ah…”

I don’t need it to go that deep.

…Honestly, just touching my clit is enough to feel good.

Instead of pressing down on it—or even reaching it at all—

my fingers lingered just above,

teasing the spot where it almost, but didn’t quite, connect.

It wasn’t my clit, so it was frustrating,

but there was nothing I could do.

I couldn’t moan freely like they could,

couldn’t let myself go—

only stifle my whimpers and touch myself in time with their movements.

But I still tried,

pressing down as hard as I could without making a sound,

desperate to push myself to the edge.

“Ah, ahh… Hahh…”

“…Fuck… Cumming…”

“O-Outside… Not inside… In my mouth…”

“You’re on the pill, right?”

“I didn’t… bring tissues…!”

“…Tch. Fine, later then.”

“Your place… You can… cum inside then…”

“…Hah…”

“Just… outside for now…”

I wanted to feel good.

If I just carefully stroked my clit like yesterday, I could’ve come in no time.

Even though I knew the answer, I couldn’t do it. Instead, I bit down on my black necktie and focused on touching everywhere but my clit and entrance.

Releasing heat without making a sound was nearly impossible.

But if I kept soaking my panties like this…

…maybe, at some point, I’d find relief.

Leaning my head against the vibrating railing, syncing with the boy’s thrusts,

I timed my movements,

pressing down hard around my clit.

…But.

“Hah… Slurp…”

Maybe because they were outside, the excitement was too much.

Their sex ended abruptly,

…leaving me,

who’d been eavesdropping from above,

without release.

“Pant… Ahh…”

“…Did you swallow it all?”

“….”

Even as the sounds of her sucking him off drifted up from below,

I kept working my fingers furiously, biting my necktie to stifle any sound.

All I could do was tremble,

adding more wetness to my already soaked panties.

“….”

Still tormenting both my chest and clit, I only spat out the necktie after hearing their footsteps fade beyond the emergency exit below.

“….”

Unsurprisingly,

the fever that had started in the shower was still there.

No—it might’ve even gotten worse.

…Then again, the first time it happened, I’d thought it was just a cold,

but when I woke up, the fever had spiked even higher.

“…What do I do?”

Maybe I should just press down hard on my clit and force myself to climax.

Tempted by the dangerous thought, I barely managed to shake my head, thanks to what little self-control remained.

If they were far away, maybe—but they’d been just two floors below, and I hadn’t noticed the emergency exit opening until the last second.

I must’ve been so horny that only my sexual senses were sharpened, while everything else dulled.

In that case, masturbating in such an exposed place was practically social suicide.

Especially for someone like me, who needed to extract as much information as possible before graduation.

So what I needed now was

a place within the academy where no students or teachers would hear me—

somewhere with a lockable door.

And beyond that, a place where my moans wouldn’t leak outside.

“….”

The former, I didn’t know of.

But there were places where I could lock the door freely.

And as for somewhere soundproof enough…

Somewhere I could, albeit with some embarrassment,

reveal my situation to someone who might understand—

there was

only one place that came to mind.

“…Ugh…”

…Assuming they weren’t busy.

The nurse’s office.

That was it.