episode_0225

How could I trick Seo Woojin into leaving?

Such a half-baked plan was doomed from the very beginning.

In truth, this outcome was inevitable.

Had I taken my time as usual to devise a meticulous strategy, things might have been different… but every action I’ve taken so far has been nothing more than impulsive, spur-of-the-moment decisions.

What I thought was a mild cold turned out to be something closer to heat.

When I touched my slit with my fingertips, just as I occasionally did out of curiosity, I reached climax for the first time in my life—pleasurably, at that.

As I pondered how my body had ended up like this, Seo Woojin came to mind, and I went looking for him.

But since nothing seemed amiss, I assumed I’d misjudged the situation. Just as I was about to resume my usual routine, my body started acting up again.

…Like an idiot, I hadn’t bothered to think of a proper way to calm myself down at the time.

Hadn’t I already said it? Every action I’ve taken so far has been purely impulsive.

No—to be precise, it’s more accurate to say I never even considered thinking ahead.

Honestly, deep down…

I was in denial.

The idea that I’d go into heat over some guy—

I refused to believe it was possible.

If I’d gone into heat the instant I met Seo Woojin, maybe I could’ve rationalized it.

But hadn’t I crossed paths with him multiple times already, both inside and outside the Academy?

If he really was the cause, shouldn’t I have gone into heat much earlier?

Like, feeling strange every time I saw him or something.

Then why—

Why now, of all times?

…No idea.

Maybe it’s like living next to the flu virus—maybe my body’s just reacting late.

Or maybe there’s another reason.

Either way, though I failed to pinpoint the exact cause, now wasn’t the time to dwell on it.

Since it was 99.9% confirmed to be Seo Woojin’s fault, I could always investigate later at home.

Right now…

“How much longer?”

“…Just give me a little more time.”

“You think I’d record your voice and use it for something?”

“You could. …I mean, I can’t say for sure it isn’t being recorded.”

“Sigh… There’s no secret compartment in this desk. Want me to put my bankbook up as collateral?”

“Money? You could make as much as you want if you put your mind to it.”

I needed to get Seo Woojin out.

Just for one minute—

No, even thirty seconds.

So I could relax…

…and pleasure myself

in peace.

“You seem to have a fantasy about healers, but it’s not like we make that much. Right now, I’m just coasting by on a salary.”

“I know. I also know exactly how much you’re getting from the Foundation. You think I wouldn’t have that info?”

“It’s really not much, is it? Compared to what you’d expect a healer to earn.”

“…Well, yeah.”

I had to think. What excuse could I use to get even a moment alone in the infirmary?

I strained my brain, foggy with lust in real-time.

The flimsy excuse of “There might be a recorder, so step out for a second” was already completely off the table.

But the only other ideas that came to mind were even worse—pathetic, context-less excuses like asking him to leave so I could change clothes.

I prided myself on being relatively sharp, but if I tried that, I’d look dumber than a snot-nosed kid.

Does heat make everyone this stupid?

Is this why so many gumiho photos exist of them hanging all over their crushes?

Biting my lip hard in humiliation, I hunched over and gingerly felt around under the desk again.

…I had to think fast.

How could I get Seo Woojin to step out, even for a second—

“Ah, if you’re that worried about a recorder, how about we talk somewhere else? Problem solved.”

“…”

But that—

“Together” wasn’t

what I meant.

“O-other people might see us…! Like, if they spot me with you… or overhear us talking…”

“Besides the infirmary, isn’t there at least one other place without people around?”

“There isn’t! …N-not that I know of, anyway. …Yeah.”

“…Hmm.”

Did my rambling, spur-of-the-moment excuses actually work?

Seo Woojin, who had been looking troubled, let out a small sigh and began fiddling with his phone.

Even from a glance, it looked like he was texting. Was he contacting someone? I stared intently, but—

No, he probably hadn’t taken out his phone for that.

“Stop looking at me and finish searching. You’re not just checking the desk, right? A student could show up hurt any minute.”

“…I was just about to.”

Hearing Seo Woojin’s signature “I-can’t-be-bothered” tone, it was clear—

“…”

…Whether it was men or women, I don’t think anyone had ever treated me like this before in my life.

The polar opposite of the suffocating clinginess of Yu Siwoo.

That’s why I frowned slightly and immediately downgraded my internal evaluation of Seo Woojin another notch.

Just why did Yojo like a guy like this…?

It can’t have been just his face and body—his personality was…

Unless he was just insanely good in—

…

…Ugh, whatever.

Maybe it’s the heat making me imagine weird things… Damn it…

Caught between irritation and arousal, I shot Seo Woojin a sidelong glance before sharply turning away and resuming my search.

But of course, there wasn’t a recorder—hell, not even any other electronics.

If anything, the place was suspiciously clean.

Wasn’t there a certain image that came to mind when you thought of an infirmary?

At least in other Academy infirmaries, you’d find bandaids, gauze, crutches…

…Though I guess he wouldn’t need those. Hm.

So that’s why there’s just a laptop, some candy, and a few inexplicable notebooks.

“Sigh…”

I pointlessly opened and closed the drawers I’d already checked several times.

After an awkward silence, I stole another glance at Seo Woojin with a sigh.

He was still sitting at the edge of the bed, playing with his phone.

No matter what I did here—no matter how much more I rummaged through the desk—he paid zero attention.

Given that he knew my true nature, his nonchalance was almost insulting—but then again, it had been ages since I’d last let my guard down around someone like this.

In front of the principal or other students, I always had to uphold my image as the model student council president,

but with Seo Woojin, just like with Yojo, I could act however I wanted.

“…”

…Wait, what kind of weird thought was that?

Is this because of the heat…?

Gritting my teeth to recompose myself, I clattered out of the chair and approached Seo Woojin.

“…Hey.”

“Done?”

“…Mostly. If it’s not near the desk, it’s not here. So…”

“So? What did you want to say? If you’re this worried about a recorder, it must be important.”

“…”

Initial plan: scrapped.

Next idea: “As embarrassing as it is, just be honest.”

Tell him that I’m actually a mutation-type gumiho and somehow ended up in heat inside the Academy.

Explain that it’ll negatively impact future activities, so would he mind if I just masturbated in the infirmary real quick before heading back?

Promise to clean up any… bodily fluids before leaving.

Given his personality, he’d probably sigh deeply before reluctantly agreeing.

But the words wouldn’t come—

because, well—

“…? Why the silence? You came all this way.”

“…”

Too damn embarrassing.

“…Um… Seriously… Ugh…”

Arms crossed in front of Seo Woojin, I exhaled words that sounded more like frustrated sighs before flopping down on the bed opposite him.

“Just don’t ask and give me one minute alone, okay?”

Asking that might work, too.

But there’s no way things would resolve that easily.

If someone told me to step out of the student council room for a minute, I’d tilt my head and ask, “Why?”

So honesty was really the only option.

It wasn’t like I could think of any elaborate lies—

…Sex—stuff.

Masturbation—stuff.

My idiot brain couldn’t focus on anything else.

…Tch.

“…”

“…What now? Why are you holding out your arm?”

Lowering my gaze slightly, I extended one arm—only to be met with confusion.

Expected. But instead of answering, I wordlessly rolled up my sleeve to expose my wrist.

“You want me to look? Or… grab it?”

“…”

It was supposed to mean, “You grabbing my wrist this morning is why I’m in heat and struggling to resist my urges—so leave the infirmary for a bit.”

But clearly, he wasn’t getting it. Then again, he didn’t even know I was in heat, so maybe that was fair.

Hesitating over what to say, I eventually gave him a slight nod.

Even if he grabbed my wrist again, it probably wouldn’t change anything—that was my assumption.

I mean, taking two hot showers back-to-back isn’t that different from taking one, right?

Separately, I was also curious—could even healers not gauge my physical state?

“Ngh…”

“…What? Why’s it so hot?”

A barely audible mutter.

Then, a warmth flowed into me from where he held my wrist, spreading through my body.

…Similar to how Seo Woojin treated my cold yesterday.

But unlike then, there was no noticeable change in my body now.

If this was caused by illness, he could’ve cured it.

But since it wasn’t—

Just heat, plain and simple—

I guess that’s why.

“…”

Was this his first time failing to heal something?

Seo Woojin studied me with a deeply serious expression.

I could’ve told him not to worry—that it was just heat—to clear things up.

…But shame kept my mouth shut.

So instead, I sprinkled in a half-baked lie.

“…This happens sometimes. No need to look so serious.”

“Sometimes?”

“I figured healers might be different… but guess not. You couldn’t fix it yesterday either.”

“…”

“Sigh…… Told you not to worry about Soo-ah.”

“What kind of illness causes this? You don’t even know the name? Fever this intense…”

“Well…”

It’s not you causing this—

It’s just a regular cycle, I swear.

“…He-heat… cycle.”

“…”

A lie born from paranoia about the recorder.

A lie Seo Woojin might see through.

I forced it out carefully.

“Honestly, I’m not even sure if it’s actually a heat cycle… Just a period where my libido spikes, so I call it that…”

A perfectly healthy person claiming to have a heat cycle—I knew how absurd it sounded.

I also knew mutation-types didn’t experience this sort of thing.

So before Seo Woojin could call me out, I awkwardly revealed a truth I’d kept hidden.

…From what I’d seen so far, Seo Woojin—

seemed tight-lipped.

“…Guess that explains it.”

“…Gumiho?”

“…Yeah.”

Not nine—

Just four.

I unveiled my snow-white tails as proof.

Any more and… my skirt would ride up too much.

“You know how they say all gumiho are perverts…”

“Misconception—you’re saying your heat cycle is why?”

“…Among other things, yeah. Mostly though… I just wondered if healers could treat it too…”

“…”

Haaah… Seo Woojin sighed softly, releasing my wrist before rubbing his temple in exasperation.

Fair enough.

Now, instead of “Baek Seoyun, desperate to masturbate in the infirmary,” I was “Baek Seoyun, visiting the infirmary multiple times to see if healers could treat her condition.”

…Somehow, I’d managed to dig myself an escape route while trying to hide my heat. Either way, I felt a little relieved.

Compared to shamelessly asking him to leave so I could masturbate, confessing my condition first and then requesting discretion was way more elegant—and less mortifying.

So, clearing my throat—

Steadying my breathing, which threatened to grow ragged for no reason—

I said it as politely as I could.

“…Which is why.”

“…”

“…One minute… No, three minutes—could I have the room?”

“The room?”

“I told you… My heat cycle.”

I need to masturbate.

So just—

…Get out for a bit.

“Yojo, weren’t you stumbling over your Korean when you first got here?”

“Ahaha. Yeah, but people taught me well! Especially our Soo-ah-chan~ Isn’t that right~?”

“S-stop it…”

Height: roughly 185cm.

An evolution-type, so built like a macho meathead.

D-size? Not sure—haven’t seen him naked, but unfortunately, his aura doesn’t scream big.

An S? Doubt it—his face isn’t my type to begin with.

Rejected. Rejected.

I couldn’t even entertain the idea of a fling with this guy.

“Honestly, if it weren’t for our Soo-ah-chan, what would I have done…? Probably graduated without making a single friend, still stuttering through Korean?”

“You’d have been fine without me…”

“Exactly. Yojo’s outgoing—she’d have made friends in no time.”

This one’s barely scraping 170cm—if that.

Some girls are into short guys, but not me.

Why? Because height and D-size are proportional…?

A real man should be able to pin me against a wall and pound me senseless without breaking a sweat.

A guy who can’t do that won’t catch my interest, no matter how dominant he claims to be.

Also, I hate sloppy styles like his.

Dyeing his hair despite not being a natural blonde, lurking around girls looking for anyone willing to spread their legs—pathetic.

Guys who are actually confident don’t bother chasing—ugh. Tch.

You’re out, too.

“Ah, right. I’ve been meaning to ask—Soo-ah, how are you so strong? Is it because of your lion lineage? Pretty sure in Europe—”

“Soo-ah-chan. Does your water bottle still have any left?”

“Huh? Oh… Uh-huh…”

“I wanna drink some. As long as our lips don’t touch, right?”

You, acting all chummy with Soo-ah-chan under the pretext of being fellow swordsmen while sneakily eyeing her chest?

Rejected.

Granted, her sweat-drenched gym clothes clinging to her ample bust did naturally draw the male gaze—I’ll admit that.

But come on, you’re not even a girl—why the roundabout approach?

Just say, “Ah, fuck, I wanna squeeze those melons so bad,” and be done with it.

Since you won’t, you’re off my D-list too.

If you had owned up to it, I might’ve even pulled you aside later to ask, “Wanted to cop a feel that badly, huh?”

Too bad—missed your chance.

“Pffft…”

“…You said no lip contact.”

“Oops, accidentally forgot.”

Seriously, where are all the good men?

Midway through chatting with Soo-ah-chan’s classmates, I sighed in disappointment and pulled out my phone.

Then, stepping back to lean against the wall and scan my surroundings—

With the thrilling risk of expulsion if caught, I—

Tap.

Amid a gallery filled with nearly identical bar snack photos, I enlarged one of a girl’s face splattered with thick white fluid.

Pfft. Acting all resentful when you secretly loved it—that glare at the camera gave you away.

You’ve always dreamed of your tits being used as a fleshlight ever since your daily groping incidents on the train.

…Anyway,

no matter how I looked at it,

no one measured up to Seo Woojin.

Disappointed by the lack of progress in my “Find a New Fuck Buddy” mission, I stared greedily at the enormous D in the photo until—

“…What’re you doing?”

“Ah, just resting—I’m beat~”

Soo-ah-chan, having noticed my absence, approached—forcing me to immediately lock my phone.

From this angle, she looked like a baby penguin following its mom.

With that face, you’d expect her to be smoking outside some shady building. Pfft…

Part of me wanted to show her my photo collection just to see her reaction,

but… she’d probably done worse.

Or was doing worse.

No point risking a nonchal