episode_0229

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Perhaps because there were still a few minutes left until lunchtime.

Fortunately, the hallway was still quiet. The same went for the central hall of the main building visible in the distance.

Not that there was much to see—just a few students from other grades, still in their gym clothes, wandering around as if their practical class had just ended.

But that didn’t mean I could confidently stride over there.

Unless you had nerves of steel, how could anyone just walk over like that?

…Well, unless you were some kind of pervert who secretly wanted to get caught.

Turning my head in the opposite direction, where no one was around, I hurried away from the infirmary with quick, clipped steps, my heart pounding as if I were being chased.

If there had been a crowd of students loitering nearby… some strange rumors would’ve undoubtedly started spreading.

Something like, The student council president ran out of the infirmary with her face bright red.

I didn’t even want to imagine how I’d be treated at the academy after that.

Not that there was some grand reason for it.

…It was just embarrassing.

At some point, I happened to run into a few students I was on friendly terms with, but I couldn’t even remember if I properly greeted them.

I definitely heard something like, Oh, senior! Hi—

But did I even respond? No, more importantly—did I even pretend to hear them?

And my face was burning so hot I didn’t need a mirror to know.

Did they see? If they had, they would’ve said something, right? Or did they just not notice?

I didn’t know. Right now, all I wanted was to get as far away from Seo Woojin’s sight as possible.

More specifically, as far from the infirmary as I could.

Or somewhere Seo Woojin couldn’t enter.

Which was how I ended up in—

“Haa… Hah…”

—the girls’ bathroom.

And not just any bathroom—the one on the fourth floor of the main building.

Located on the exact opposite side of the building from the infirmary, it was, by sheer coincidence, the perfect hiding spot by my standards.

…That aside, it felt like it took less than a minute to get here. How the hell did I climb the stairs so fast?

For a brief moment, I worried about yet another embarrassing rumor spreading, different from the one I’d initially feared.

Belatedly confirming that the bathroom was empty, I slumped onto the toilet seat cover in the nearest stall.

“Aaaah… Baek Seoyeon, you idiot…”

Even after thinking it over once.

No, twice.

No, three times—it was still the dumbest thing I’d ever done in my life.

Burying my face in my hands, I groaned and glared at the innocent bathroom door through the gaps between my fingers, mentally replaying every crude insult I could think of.

I wanted to die of shame just remembering how casually I’d thought, If I get horny again because of Seo Woojin, I’ll just take care of it quickly in a quiet place.

And my actions afterward were no better. I could’ve just waited until the shower room was empty and hurriedly taken care of it there.

At this point, I was starting to doubt my IQ for thinking a slight fever was something I could endure.

Did you forget what happened yesterday, you idiot?

At this rate, I was no better than a dolphin—no, a horny dog in terms of intelligence.

And then, to make matters worse, I ended up secretly thinking about Seo Woojin because it hadn’t felt as good as I expected.

No exaggeration—I really was at the level of a horny dog.

Not just in intelligence, but in the state of my body too.

Everything.

‘If I was really desperate, I could’ve just excused myself with period cramps and gone home early… Ugh…’

Given the image I’d built up until now, the teachers probably would’ve turned a blind eye if I’d just said I was having a rough day and needed painkillers.

If I’d just gone home and moaned as loud as I wanted while masturbating, maybe I would’ve been fine.

But in the end, all I was left with was the memory of doing something shameful with Seo Woojin,

a 99% certainty that he was the cause of my heat,

and—

“…”

—the sensation.

A sensation completely different from when I touched myself.

The feeling of being touched by a man’s hands.

And the still-persistent,

…dampness between my thighs.

“Ngh…”

I could at least push the former out of my mind, but the latter wasn’t so easy.

Why? It was like wearing wet clothes—how could I not be aware of it?

Especially when it was my panties that were soaked through.

It wasn’t my arms or legs—it was right between them, damp and slick. There was no way I could just ignore it… Right?

“…So annoying.”

Maybe I should just take them off.

Briefly entertaining the dangerous thought, I ultimately chose to wipe myself with toilet paper rather than risk becoming an exhibitionist.

Since getting new panties or drying these immediately wasn’t an option, I told myself this would have to do.

“…”

Maybe it was because of what had just happened in the infirmary.

Even though I was the one pulling my own panties down, I still felt a creeping sense of unease.

Somehow, the simple act of taking off my panties felt like it had taken on a lewd meaning.

…The more I fixated on these little things, the longer this unpleasant reaction would last.

Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I tugged my panties down to my knees.

“Hhk…”

Only then could I see the state of my panties with my own eyes.

…I already knew they were damp—after all, I’d masturbated in the emergency stairwell, and Seo Woojin had touched me.

But I hadn’t expected them to be so soaked that the original white had turned gray.

Seo Woojin must’ve thought I was no different from some kind of fox spirit—a total pervert.

Given that he’d already laid hands on Yozora and Hansua, it wouldn’t be surprising if he’d started seeing me in a weird way too.

Next time I go into heat, he might just…

…stick his fingers inside me…

Squelch, squelch…

Push, shove…

…

…Then I’ll just kick him in the groin.

Hard enough that he’ll never be able to function as a man again, let alone treat me.

Forcing my thoughts away from the perverted direction they were heading, I tore off a few sheets of toilet paper and neatly folded them.

“…Mmm.”

But this was another hurdle.

What if wiping myself like this made me start thinking weird things again?

My body wasn’t hot right now, but there was always a chance…

…No. Stop. This is pointless worrying.

Maybe it was because of all the strange things that had happened since yesterday, but I was starting to feel paranoid.

Being cautious was good, but letting it spiral into delusions? I wasn’t crazy. Hmph.

Anyway, as long as I wasn’t in heat, touching myself again should be fine.

I still clearly remembered how it felt every time I’d tried masturbating like a normal person.

A tingling sensation, but nothing pleasurable.

Wiping myself with toilet paper now would probably feel the same.

So there was no need to worry…

…

…But just in case, I’d go lightly.

“…”

As expected.

Nothing I feared actually happened.

The toilet paper just touched my slit—that was all.

Eyes half-lidded, I swallowed thickly and let out a shallow sigh, brushing a hand over my chest.

…How stupid. Really.

What was I even worried about?

When you got down to it, this was just cleaning myself—nothing major.

All that nonsense about what if I start thinking weird things—what was I even imagining?

This was all Seo Woojin’s fault.

He probably had no idea why I was like this, but it was his fault anyway. If not for him, none of this would’ve happened.

As I grumbled to myself and wiped between my legs, a random, passing thought flickered through my mind.

…What was so different about Seo Woojin that—

—it felt that good?

A tiny, insignificant curiosity I swear I didn’t care about.

“…”

Surely it wasn’t just because he was a man, right?

There had to be another reason it felt so good.

Even as I thought that, I found myself unconsciously summoning my fox ears to check for any presence outside the bathroom.

…For now, no one was there.

And I definitely wasn’t in heat like I had been in the stairwell.

The only sounds I could pick up were faint footsteps from the hallway one floor below.

The moment I thought, A tiny moan should be fine, the hand between my thighs slowed.

And when I followed it up with, The only triggers for heat are touching Seo Woojin or something similar, my movements grew even slower.

If I had to deal with future heats alone, I should practice now.

It was fine to touch myself out of curiosity.

After 22 years of living like this, lightly brushing a slightly embarrassing spot shouldn’t be a big deal… right?

By the time I finished that train of thought, my hand had already stopped moving, just clutching the toilet paper tightly.

…Right. As long as I didn’t touch Seo Woojin, nothing else mattered.

So even if I did stroke between my thighs out of curiosity, it wouldn’t send me into heat and make me act like a mess.

Besides, the wad of toilet paper was already damper than my embarrassing parts anyway.

Even if I got wet again, there was plenty of toilet paper around.

By the time I’d stacked up hundreds—no, thousands—of excuses to justify this to myself…

“…Hah, ngh.”

…I let go of the damp toilet paper and cautiously touched my slit with bare fingers.

“Nn… Mmm…”

Was it… like this?

Not shoving my fingers in and roughly thrusting like in porn,

or moving them back and forth like actual sex.

I mimicked Seo Woojin’s touch—just pressing firmly.

But this time, there was nothing. Not even a fraction of what I’d felt earlier.

And I wasn’t even touching over my panties—this was direct.

Was it because I wasn’t in heat?

Thinking that made it easier to explain, but…

What if there was another reason?

“Ngh…”

Still, when I carefully slipped a fingertip inside, there was some sensation—unlike before.

Unfortunately, it leaned more toward pain than pleasure.

In other words, I could feel something faintly resembling pleasure, but…

…That’s enough. If it just hurts every time I touch it, my curiosity’s gone.

Staring at my now-dry fingers—far from slick—I sighed quietly and pulled my panties back up.

If I didn’t want to embarrass myself like today, I’d have to avoid touching Seo Woojin as much as possible.

I repeated the resolution to myself, over and over.