episode_0226

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Fortunately, Seo Woojin vacated the room without much comment.

At most, he just added some perfunctory remarks—like asking if three minutes would really be enough, or telling me to keep my voice down so it wouldn’t be heard outside since he’d be waiting by the door.

Honestly, I didn’t expect him to draw such a clear line.

I thought I’d at least get those gross, typically male stares—not an outright assault, but something along the lines of the looks Yu Siwoo gives me whenever he’s around.

Even if he had suddenly changed his attitude and taunted me about my weakness, I wouldn’t have been able to bare my teeth and snarl. I’d have had no choice but to blame my stupid, lust-addled body for its humiliating defeat…

“Ugh…”

…Saying it like this makes it sound like I wanted attention, which is unfair because that’s not it at all.

I just found Woojin’s indifferent reaction surprising, that’s all.

Right now, Siwoo is so extreme that he’s the only guy I really have to worry about, but before him, there were always men trying to talk to me.

It was like that back at the hideout,

and even when I first enrolled as a freshman at the academy…

So if any of those guys had been the ones playing nurse right now…

…

…I wouldn’t be here. Yeah.

They’d probably be holed up in a bathroom stall somewhere, jerking off by now.

Muffling their moans with a hand clamped over their mouth so nothing would leak outside.

“…Nngh…”

Alone in the quiet infirmary, I stared at the firmly closed door, lost in thought, before letting out a small sigh and lying back on the bed.

Trying to think logically in this stupid state would only make everything seem ridiculous later.

So it’s better to just… clear my head and finish this quickly.

Like Woojin said, it’d be weird if someone came by and found the infirmary locked. I had to hurry.

Muttering curses under my breath, I slid my fingers under my skirt.

“Hah…!”

Was it because it was my first time exposing my panties outside my home?

Or was my body just overly sensitive from being in heat?

I hadn’t even pulled them down—just wedged my thumb between my pelvis and the fabric—yet a strange noise escaped my lips.

…At least I swallowed it before it fully escaped, so Woojin outside probably didn’t hear it… probably.

Biting my lip in embarrassment, I turned my head to the side as if someone were watching and carefully tugged my panties down.

“Hng…! Ugh…!”

The moment my panties, dragged down by my own hand, reached their limit, the damp part that had been pressed against my crotch peeled away with a cold, silent shudder.

…Seems my already-soaked pussy had left a stain on them.

Not like I’d ever show my panties to anyone, but I’d have to be more careful than usual.

I didn’t have a spare pair to change into right now.

“…Ugh, damn it… me….”

Now, all I had to do was rub my clit with my fingers and be done with it.

But that still felt a little scary, so I dragged my fingers lower, to the less intense entrance.

I had about three minutes.

No need to reach climax in just one second.

I needed time to mentally prepare.

Time to muffle my moans with the back of my hand.

So instead of my clit, I pressed my fingertips

lightly

……against my already-drenched entrance.

But.

“……?”

…Weirdly.

The sharp, electric pleasure I’d felt yesterday—

was nowhere to be found.

At best, it was just a ticklish, pleasant sensation,

similar to when I’d pulled my panties down earlier.

“…What the…?”

The only things that had changed were

the location

and the time…

Other than that,

nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

…What was it?

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So she was the gumiho.

When was it again? I’d heard some tabloid nonsense from Kwon Namho about Most Wanted buying a gumiho from some orphanage for billions, but you’d have to see the real thing to know for sure.

How was I supposed to recognize her when I didn’t even know if she was male or female?

It’s not like she walked around announcing, I’m a gumiho!

Apart from her outstanding looks, there weren’t any real hints.

Leaning against the infirmary door in a corner of the academy’s first floor, I rubbed my tired eyelids and pulled out my phone.

I wasn’t particularly interested in Baek Seoyeon masturbating in there due to her species’ traits or whatever.

Since I’d been focusing so much on Lee Hayoon and Lee Jiyoon lately, I wanted to invest some time in Han Sooah too.

Preferably in a lewd way.

By the way, the evaluations of Han Sooah I’d subtly gathered while treating first-year students today were as follows:

1. Who’s that?

2. Oh, she hangs out with that Japanese girl, Yozora.

3. Ah, the one with the huge tits and a scary face.

The responses were roughly evenly split, but if I had to pick, the first answer was the most common. So even without seeing it firsthand, it was obvious what Han Sooah’s academy life was like.

List the names of your closest friends… On forms like that, she’d only have Yozora’s name and, at best, mine. That kind of thing.

She seemed to want to make friends normally, but from my perspective, this was more convenient.

Since I’d already warped her and Yozora’s common sense a bit, she’d probably feel out of place among normal people.

Oh, so close friends don’t usually suck each other’s dicks? That kind of thing.

So rather than being apart, I wanted us to meet as often as possible.

Not that I blindly trusted Yozora to always be by her side—I’m not that stupid.

Anyway, did she see the text I sent earlier about meeting during lunch?

Noticing there were no new notifications, I was about to check if she’d read it when—

“Huh? Why are you out here instead of inside?”

“…Ah.”

A female teacher passing by smiled brightly and approached.

Clicking my tongue internally, I turned off my screen and slipped my phone back into my white coat.

I couldn’t openly show my irritation at her unwanted attention.

“It’s nothing. A student’s sleeping in there.”

“Ehh? Since when do they kick the nurse out for that?”

“No, no. I stepped out on my own. Didn’t want to disturb them.”

“Hmm… Getting treated by Woojin and taking a nap? Sounds suspicious… Skipping class?”

“I can only treat injuries, not completely relieve fatigue. It helps a little, but… If it were that effective, I wouldn’t be here—I’d be working for some chaebol CEO.”

“Ah, I see…”

Rank: Active A.

Age: Probably 27? Late 20s, anyway. Miren Academy graduate.

Name: No idea.

I’d seen her face enough to remember it, but not enough to care about her name.

If she’d been as pretty as the women I was interested in, I might’ve felt differently,

but I had no intention of memorizing the names of those who fell short.

That’s how it had always been, and that’s how it would stay.

“So you’re just resting out here while they sleep?”

“I… guess? Pretty much.”

“Hmm… Wanna chat for a bit, then? I don’t have anything to do until lunch ends. Hehe.”

Teachers.

Especially male and female teachers laughing and chatting like close friends—that kind of thing easily breeds weird rumors among mischievous students and staff.

She probably knew that, yet she was still clinging to me.

Meaning,

it was that kind of intention.

Looking down at her smiling face, I exhaled lightly and took half a step back.

Spreading rumors was childish nonsense most people grew out of by middle school, but there were always a few who never did.

If weird rumors started, I’d have to be more careful with my movements from then on.

If it were about me and Hayoon, fine, but anyone else would be a problem.

“Sorry, I’m not much of a talker. You’d probably find me boring.”

“Not at all! You can just listen while I talk.”

“…Ah, sure.”

“Hehe. Then, let’s see… For icebreakers…”

Either oblivious or deliberately ignoring my hints, the teacher prattled on.

As I made eye contact, I glanced around and, just as I’d feared, noticed a few students passing by the main building staring in our direction.

…What now?

Short of telling her to shut the hell up and leave, how could I shake her off…?

“…Hey.”

“…?”

Right as I was pondering that,

the door I’d been leaning against clicked open, making me stagger back slightly.

Thankfully, I didn’t fall—my sense of balance was decent.

Turning around, I saw Baek Seoyeon peeking through the crack, the tips of her ears bright red.

Unlike her usual composed self, the heat must’ve made it hard to control her expression.

Contrary to my first impression of her as an idiot, her vibe now was… uncomfortably damp.

Especially those restless, twitching thighs.

…Now that I looked, she hadn’t even put her shoes on properly to walk here.

Must’ve had something urgent to tell me.

“…Oh… H-Hi…”

“Ah~ So the ‘sick’ student was Seoyeon.”

“……Yeah.”

Though we hadn’t planned it, she seemed to catch on and nodded, narrowing the door gap further.

Was there something wrong with her clothes, too?

Without thinking, I let my gaze drift upward, but nothing stood out.

Her shirt was slightly wrinkled, but that was it.

Relieved, I turned back—just as fingers pinched the elbow of my white coat.

Seoyeon’s hand, poking through the door, was tugging at my sleeve.

“…T-Teacher.”

“…Me?”

“Yes. Nurse… C-Could you come inside for a sec…?”

“Is something wrong?”

“…Well…”

“…?”

“…I… keep getting a fever…”

“…”

Oh no, what do we do? The teacher beside me half-heartedly feigned concern.

But my attention was fixed on Seoyeon, who was staring at me intently.

That line—I keep getting a fever—

would be interpreted very differently

by the teacher next to me

and by me.