episode_0227

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Was this really the right decision?

Wouldn’t it have been better to just let out a few moans and… touch my clit alone, even if it meant being a little reckless?

…No. What if not just Seo Woo-jin but someone else heard me?

I came to the infirmary trying not to get caught, but that would make it all pointless.

So maybe I should go a little deeper… try inserting my fingers.

If not that, then…

“Stay in here for now. You don’t look so good.”

“….”

Like other gumiho, sex…

…I wouldn’t go that far,

but maybe something else…

…

If I did it…

Wouldn’t it help, even just a little?

“Ah, we can talk later when we have time…”

As I stood dazed by the door, still clutching Woo-jin’s white coat through the gap, I heard the two of them exchanging pleasant laughs.

At a glance, it was nothing but warm, friendly conversation.

But I could start to sense that familiar “I can’t be bothered” attitude beneath it—so very Woo-jin. It was almost funny.

Say what you will, but he’s just like me.

…Hiding his true feelings behind a mask of kindness in front of others.

Was it because I’d spent two years and four months at the academy without a single person I could be honest with?

Or was it just that, in heat, I couldn’t think of anything but men in a positive light?

I felt a strange kinship with Woo-jin—and, at the same time, a strange attraction.

Not the “I suddenly want to sleep with you” kind, of course.

More like the kind you feel when you find someone who shares your interests.

Like realizing you both like the same type of coffee… You know what I mean?

…Never thought I’d feel this way about him of all people.

Must be the heat making me act like this.

How pathetic. Really.

How long had I been leaning against the wall, lost in thought while they talked?

The sound of footsteps faded, and the door—previously only open a crack—swung wide.

“So, what’s the problem?”

His tone was noticeably sharper than before.

In other words, Woo-jin was being his unfiltered self around me.

For some reason, that made me like him even more, and I let out a soft sigh. Naturally, his brow twitched slightly.

…That’s the kind of expression Yozora probably saw all the time.

She loved teasing people, after all…

Maybe even when they were having sex…

“You call me over just to sigh at me?”

“…No, that’s not what I meant… Um…”

It’d be awkward to say, It’s funny how you drop the nice act the second it’s just us.

And Sorry, I keep having weird thoughts because I’m in heat wasn’t an option either, so I dodged the question.

Instead, I cleared my throat and gestured for him to lock the door before carefully continuing.

“…Look, don’t think this is weird, okay?”

“The whole situation is weird. How am I not supposed to think that?”

“W-Well, it’s an emergency! Like a natural disaster—something unavoidable…”

“…Let’s hear it first.”

I thought I’d made a logical point, but Woo-jin just poked at my hand—still gripping his coat—until I let go.

Reluctantly releasing it, I watched as he smoothed out the wrinkles and crossed his arms firmly.

I’d heard somewhere that was an unconscious gesture meaning, I’m not interested in what you’re saying.

Then why even say, Let’s hear it first…?

Grumbling internally, I crossed my arms too.

I appreciated him clearing the infirmary, but I wasn’t about to let him win.

“I, uh… told you I’m in heat, right?”

“Yeah.”

“I thought it’d go away if I just… masturbated for a few minutes, but… ugh…”

“Guess it didn’t work. Given the circumstances.”

“…No.”

I nodded, and this time, he sighed.

If you were gonna do that, why scold me for sighing earlier?

Biting back the urge to kick him in the shin, I just stared up at him instead.

Maybe that was the trigger.

His response was even more blunt than I expected.

“So?”

“Huh?”

“It didn’t work. What do you want me to do about it?”

…He wasn’t wrong.

His tone was rude, but we were strangers.

Strangers who didn’t even get along, at that.

Especially with Yozora caught between us.

“Um… Well…”

“You want more time in the infirmary?”

“N-No, I mean, I do need more, but… it’s more like…”

“You’re not about to ask me to have sex with you, are you? We’re at the academy.”

“…! O-Of course not…!”

Sleep with you? I’d have to be out of my mind.

Unless I was so deep in heat I couldn’t think straight for a week, I’d never get involved with you like that.

Swallowing the words I almost spat in his face, I quickly backtracked before the misunderstanding grew.

“N-Not sex, but… you know…”

“…”

“…You’ve been with Yozora before. You’ve… probably had sex with her.”

“…”

Woo-jin’s expression didn’t change.

Probably because those memories weren’t pleasant. I get it.

But to get to the point, I had to bring it up.

Just saying it outright… Even with the heat as an excuse, I’d sound like a total pervert.

Suppressing my embarrassment, I forced myself to continue calmly.

“So you know how a woman’s body works… right?”

“…What’s your point?”

“…”

But when I tried to speak, my lips refused to part.

Partly because asking a man for this was mortifying.

Partly because getting involved with Yozora’s ex for sexual reasons was… uncomfortable.

And partly because I was afraid of getting caught.

Afraid another student would walk in and see us like this.

Luckily,

it didn’t take long for my lips to finally move.

“…Teach me. How to masturbate. …Just not the clit part.”

“…”

“I don’t… really know how.”

…Was it because I couldn’t reach climax earlier?

Even now, my lower abdomen ached so much

I could barely stand.

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Let me say it again—

I swear.

I swear I had no feelings for Seo Woo-jin.

Since when is it normal to have feelings for your friend’s boyfriend?

So this was just… treatment. That’s what I’ll call it.

If I didn’t give it a name like that,

this would just be… letting him touch me.

“Don’t say anything weird later. You asked for this.”

“…I know. And it’s not like I’d use this against you…”

Honestly, I thought he’d refuse outright.

No matter how much of a man he was, doing something like this with a woman he barely knew couldn’t be pleasant.

If some guy I barely knew asked me to help him masturbate, I’d… ugh…

But Woo-jin just sighed like it was a hassle and agreed to help.

Well, “agreed” is generous—more like reluctantly accepted.

“…”

…Wait, does that mean he’s interested in me?

The thought popped up out of nowhere,

but his detached attitude quickly snuffed it out.

He sat behind me, pressing close, saying this position would work best—but that was it.

Even with my ass barely touching his crotch, he showed no reaction.

If it were Yushio—or any other guy—they’d have made a big deal out of it.

Is this okay? or I’ll just subtly push closer…—that kind of thing.

But Woo-jin didn’t pull me into his arms or touch me anywhere sensitive.

Sure, he adjusted his posture a bit, probably to get comfortable, but that was all.

The only thing even worth mentioning was him touching the back of my hand…

And I couldn’t even complain about that.

I’d told him he could touch my hands freely since there wasn’t much else to hold onto besides the bed.

…And, well, given the circumstances,

my thighs or waist were…

also fair game, depending.

“We don’t have time, so I’ll make this quick.”

“…Okay.”

Maybe it was because we were sitting so close on the edge of the bed.

Woo-jin’s voice hit my ears more directly than usual.

…A man’s voice, speaking right behind me, slightly above.

It was unfamiliar, but I could handle it.

It was just a voice, after all.

Not like he was grabbing me from behind, groping me freely.

This was nothing. Really.

“Your thighs. You want to spread them yourself, or should I?”

“…”

But that was as far as “nothing” went.

The moment his next words registered, I hesitated.

Spread my thighs in front of a man—no, while he looked down from behind me?

…I knew it was necessary,

but knowing didn’t make the shame disappear.

“Can you answer faster? You know we’re short on time.”

“…”

Right. This was unavoidable.

Something I had to do to calm my heat.

Just wait… I muttered before parting my thighs slightly—not too lewdly, just enough to reach where I needed.

…Honestly, spreading them more might’ve been better,

but since Woo-jin didn’t say anything, I stayed quiet and waited.

“I’ll use my hands first. Just remember how it feels.”

“…Okay.”

Expected.

If he’d told me to use my own fingers, I would’ve asked for his instead.

So when his much larger hands gripped the hem of my skirt and lifted it, I didn’t react.

Same when he asked me to hold my skirt out of the way.

Same when he whispered that since I was already wet, he’d start over my panties and move them aside if needed.

The embarrassment was a given.

I knew masturbation felt good.

I even knew how good.

So even as I cringed at the idea of a man teaching me this…

“……H-Hah…?”

…It wasn’t even direct.

Just through my panties.

Not the clit I’d told him to avoid,

just my entrance.

No fancy techniques,

just his fingers lightly brushing over it.

“W-Wait… stohop…”

…But somehow,

it felt

so much

…better than I expected.

A choked moan slipped out as

I clutched his arm,

my shoulders trembling

against his chest.

“…You okay?”

“Hah… Hahh…?”

“‘In heat,’ huh. …You’re really sensitive.”

“Ah… w-wait…”

“Should we stop? You might not need my help after all.”

“…”

I’d vaguely considered it.

As a gumiho, maybe being close to a man would feel even better.

Wasn’t that why I’d clung to Woo-jin’s coat in the first place?

…But I hadn’t expected

this much of a difference.

Or for it to feel

this good.

For his fingers—

that rude bastard’s—

to feel

so right.

“Hurry up and decide.”

“…Um, I…”

“…”

“Keep… going…”

A whisper, quiet enough that no one outside would hear.

My answer came without thinking, my free hand clamping over my mouth.

Looking back,

I should have told him to stop then.

…I really should have.