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She’s too kind-hearted!

There’s no way Sua-chan would show me that message just to provoke me.

Staring at the obvious “got time for lunch?” text, I smirked casually.

Anyone could tell just by looking at Sua-chan’s innocent eyes.

She didn’t mean anything by it—she just showed me because I was bouncing on my heels next to her.

Frowning over petty jealousy in a situation like this isn’t very mature.

We might be acting like friends now, but I’m still two years older. Hmm.

And “jealousy”?

Even if I realized it late, the idea is laughable.

I’ve long since forgotten about someone like Seo Woojin.

Sure, I still jerk off to the photos saved in my gallery sometimes, but that’s just…

It’s not that I can’t forget him—I just treat him as fap material.

Eventually, I’ll find a guy even more shameless than him, one who treats women like trash and, well, has a huge dick.

And then he’ll regret losing someone as pretty and devoted as me!

“…”

…But, well.

How do I put this?

Maybe I should just swallow my pride and apologize to Woojin.

Promise to be honest about my desires from now on, ask if he could hold me the way I like every now and then.

Instead of desperately searching for a man who meets all my conditions,

maybe I should just grovel at Woojin’s feet…

Lately, this dilemma keeps rattling in my head, and as I shake it off, Sua-chan’s golden eyes turn toward me.

“What’s wrong?”

“Ah, just a bug!”

“A bug?”

“Yeah! A really ugly one!”

“Ugly…?”

The bug’s name, of course, is that bastard.

So before Sua-chan can ask again, I quickly change the subject.

“Oh, right. What are you doing for lunch?”

“…? Eating…?”

“No, no. Didn’t Woojin just text you asking if you’re free? On Kakao.”

“…Ah.”

As I steer the conversation back on track, Sua-chan’s expression starts shifting rapidly.

For someone who usually keeps a stiff, uncomfortable face around other guys, right now, she’s pure maiden. Maiden.

Her cheeks are already flushed, and her lips twitch occasionally…

Ugh. Even middle and high schoolers wouldn’t make such an innocent face.

I don’t know much about it, but it must be the influence of those shoujo manga she’s been into for years.

Even though she’s seen everything—from me giving head to her fucking an onahole like a pro.

Anyone watching would think she’s some childhood sweetheart.

Swallowing my honest thoughts, I nudge Sua-chan’s foot lightly.

“He asked to meet up later, so why not just have lunch together?”

“W-well… I don’t think that’s… If people see, rumors might spread and make things hard for the teacher…”

“Then I’ll come too. Three’s better, right?”

“…Hmm…”

But Sua-chan’s answer is pure ambiguity.

If anything, it leans closer to “no.”

The way she’s grumbling awkwardly, rather than actually conflicted, makes it clear.

Two is embarrassing.

Three is unwanted.

So what does she want me to do?

Call Seoyeon over too and make it four?

Just sneak off to some secluded spot like the emergency stairs, have a quick fun time, and come back—why make it so complicated?

Sighing, I lightly pull Sua-chan’s arm.

“Then should we ditch Woojin and just eat together like usual? All cozy-like? Ah, or is it ‘snug’?”

“…That’s also…”

Then what the hell do you want?

Just say it straight—like, “I’ll go get fucked and come back.” Would that kill you?

This is so frustrating. Maybe I should just sabotage her meeting with Woojin.

If misunderstandings already ruined our relationship, might as well go all the way and actually get in their way…

As I idly play with Sua-chan’s indecisive arm, plotting something mean—

Over there.

A faint conversation drifts from where a nondescript teacher stands.

– “Um, can I go to the infirmary? My wrist hurts a little…”

– “Yeah, go ahead. …Actually, just take a rest. Lunch break’s almost here anyway.”

Surprisingly, the student’s voice isn’t familiar.

The teacher’s light tone is recognizable, but the student’s…

Who could it be? I know most of Class A, and even some from other classes…

Naturally, my head turns toward the dojang entrance where the voices came from.

– “Thank you.”

– “Nah, don’t worry. If your practical grades were bad, I’d hold you back, but you’re fine, Jiyoon.”

– “…Haha.”

There, I see a girl with snow-white, shoulder-length hair.

Her hair jogs my memory. She’s the one who used to sprawl asleep at the desk behind me every day. Lately, not as much.

Her name is Jiyoon… Lee? Or Park?

Too many Koreans share the same last name—it’s confusing…

Anyway, this Jiyoon girl suddenly complains of wrist pain and slowly walks out of the dojang.

Now that I think about it, that’s weird.

She’s from the magic department—what could possibly hurt her wrist when she doesn’t even handle heavy weapons?

She couldn’t have gotten hurt sparring. I’ve heard she’s as strong in magic as Sua-chan is in mutation. I’ve even seen it myself.

And it’s not like she overuses her wrists either.

If anything, sword-wielders like Sua-chan or brawlers like me would be more prone to that.

Every time I see her, she just fills the area around her opponent with ice, and the match ends.

Even during individual assignments, while others rack their brains, she just freezes everything and calls it a day.

…And now her wrist hurts?

She barely even moves it.

Wouldn’t twisting her ankle make more sense?

“…Hmm.”

Now that I think about it, last time too…

She slipped out of class the same way…

…

…Wait.

A girl strong enough to not need the infirmary.

A girl pretty enough to warrant a footnote like “on par with or below me.”

And that plain bastard Woojin.

Midway through my deduction, I slot Woojin into the picture and finally go “Ah—” as I reach a conclusion.

“…”

…Her.

Is there any way I can use her?

As I start a new train of thought.

230

To cut to the chase, my attempt to find a groundbreaking way to use Lee Jiyoon (I heard her full name from other friends, and surprisingly, Sua-chan knew it too) ended in failure.

So did confirming her relationship with Woojin.

I could’ve followed her to the infirmary to eavesdrop, but what if I interrupted something fun? It’d just make me look worse.

In the past, I’d have loved piling up bad impressions, but now, I can’t even do that.

After getting Woojin riled up with “You mad? You mad? Don’t you wanna just rape me?” and actually getting dumped for it, how could I?

Now, I need good impressions.

So he’ll pick me up.

So he’ll grab me to his heart’s content.

That’s the kind of good impression I need.

N-not that I’m clinging to Woojin or anything.

“Insurance” might be the right word. I’m just making a big compromise.

If there were any decent guys around, I wouldn’t even bother with Woojin…

…

…Anyway.

I still haven’t figured out how to use Jiyoon or what her deal with Woojin is, but that’s not a big concern.

Because ever since she enrolled, she’s done nothing but sleep at her desk.

During class, during breaks—same now, with lunch almost over.

If I want, I can get close to Jiyoon anytime.

Even if she doesn’t want to.

“…”

“…”

Near the end of lunch.

Sitting backward on a chair with my chin propped up, I meet Jiyoon’s jade-green eyes staring crookedly at me and flash a grin.

Annoyingly, some guy behind Jiyoon was looking at me too, but I try not to show it. Grin, grin.

“…Why do you keep staring? Is this some penalty game?”

“Just because!”

“…”

Maybe she didn’t like the bold answer.

Or maybe she’s just annoyed her personal time got interrupted.

Jiyoon’s pretty brows furrow slightly.

Also, calling this a penalty game?

Unlike her looks, maybe she’s insecure about her appearance or social skills.

If it’s social anxiety like in some manga Sua-chan showed me, fine, but…

Now that I look, she’s wearing barely any makeup—no, none at all?

And yet, she’s still this pretty… Hmm…

So this is why Woojin had his eye on her.

No friends,

no confidence in her looks,

yet still pretty and stacked.

Not quite the “loser girl” guys rave about—Jiyoon’s closer to Sua-chan’s bad-tempered gyaru vibe.

But since she’s got a bit of that Sua-chan look (already his sex partner), I’d give her 90 points.

…Woojin must have a type for faces like this.

Not that mine’s the cute type. Hmm.

“You’ve got a friend next to you. Go play with them.”

“Sua-chan’s busy right now~”

“Busy?”

“Yeah. Call it a love business… Oh, is it a secret from others?”

“…Tch.”

Is my face passable too?

While thinking that, I answer Jiyoon and munch on the small bag of potato chips I brought as dessert.

That Sua girl’s the same—she’s in that kind of relationship with Woojin too.

Probably doing it somewhere right now.

I wonder if Jiyoon knows.

Or if, like me with Jiyoon and Woojin, she’s completely clueless.

Or maybe I’ve got it all wrong?

Maybe her wrist really did hurt, or something?

Wouldn’t twisting her ankle make more sense?

“…Hmm.”

Now that I think about it, last time too…

She slipped out of class the same way…

…

…Wait.

A girl strong enough to not need the infirmary.

A girl pretty enough to warrant a footnote like “on par with or below me.”

And that plain bastard Woojin.

Midway through my deduction, I slot Woojin into the picture and finally go “Ah—” as I reach a conclusion.

“…”

…Her.

Is there any way I can use her?

As I start a new train of thought.

Come to think of it, a lot happened in just one hour.

First, Baek Seoyeon suddenly shows up asking me to teach her how to masturbate.

Then, at the worst timing, Lee Jiyoon appears, pretending to be another student getting treated, only to leave after some light skinship.

On the same bed where I taught Seoyeon to masturbate.

Right next to the bed where I first had sex with Han Sua.

…Sitting comfortably.

Han Sua, kneeling on the floor in her gym clothes,

gives me the cutest, most nervous blowjob, clearly worried about getting caught.

“Phew…”

But that’s it.

Even though it’s been a while since I’ve had time with Sua, all I got was a lousy blowjob, so I let out a sigh.

…Fuck. If it weren’t for the sudden influx of students visiting the infirmary ahead of midterms, we’d have gone all the way like usual.

Technically, sticking to just a blowjob avoided a risky situation.

Not that it was by choice—just necessity.

Right as Sua finished swallowing, hesitantly sticking her tongue out to show me, a knock came.

How could we have done more in that situation?

I was busy praying we wouldn’t get caught and airing the place out.

If only the timing had been better…

Or if we’d found a more secluded spot—

Probably because I’d been looking forward to training Sua after sorting things out with Lee Jiyoon.

Maybe I should’ve just scheduled a safer after-school meetup.

Creak—leaning back in my chair, I pick up my vibrating phone next to my laptop and check the notification.

As expected. One message.

From Han Sua.

Something about almost getting caught making her heart race—nothing unusual at a glance.

But this isn’t the kind of exchange I wanted.

“…”

Not that I can spend all day sulking like some loser.

Deciding to postpone the lover’s play with Sua until after school, I send a quick reply and get up.

I consider smoking to clear my head but don’t want to break my ongoing quit.

Instead, I opt for a good lunch—though today’s just convenience store fare, so at best, an overpriced kimbap.

The academy’s convenience store isn’t far from the main building.

There are others scattered around, but whatever.

I don’t frequent them enough to care.

The thought fades quickly.

“Welcome!”

It’s bigger and cleaner than I expected.

Also, more students than I thought eat lunch here… That’s about it.

There’s a proper cafeteria right next to it, and they could eat off-campus—why crowd here?

Baffled, I head toward the kimbap section.

And there.

“…Oh. Seo Woo—”

“…”

I run into a familiar face.

“Seoyeon sunbae.”

“D-don’t call me sunbae. …Hearing you say that feels weird…”

Baek Seoyeon.

…The one who asked me to teach her to masturbate earlier,

Yozora’s friend.

Or more accurately, her lackey now.

“Don’t call you that? Last time, you told me not to use ‘Baek Seoyeon-ssi’ in public and to use ‘sunbae’ or something—”

“T-that was then!”

“Then what should I call you now?”

“T-the student council president is here too!”

“You prefer that? What’s the difference between ‘student council president’ and ‘sunbae’? Just double the syllables.”

“…Just do as I say.”

“Fine, whatever… Student Council President. Happy?”

“…Yes.”

At first, I wasn’t going to acknowledge her since our relationship is awkward, but she recognized me, so I spoke first.

In return, I get Seoyeon’s random outburst amid the noisy students.

Well, running into me here must’ve startled her. Understandable.

After Yozora’s request (or threat) made her talk about being in heat and touch her panties in front of me, of course she’d react.

Calling her “Student Council President” as she wants, I grab a random kimbap.

“…”

Now that I look, she doesn’t seem the type to frequent places like this.

Did she miss lunch like me?

Unexpected, either way.

“What are you doing here?”

“W-what about you…?”

“Buying kimbap. I missed lunch.”

“…I just came for coffee.”

“Coffee?”

“The café line was too long, so I thought I’d settle for a convenience store mocha. …Never tried it before.”

“I see.”

So she didn’t miss lunch because she was fingering herself in some quiet bathroom corner.

A bit disappointing for a gumiho, but the boring answer is expected.

Noticing a mocha cup nearby, I reach out and hand it to her.

“Here. Mocha.”

“…!”

“What? Take it.”

“…Just a sec…”

But Seoyeon doesn’t take it—just stares at my hand like I’m offering something gross.

Actually, she’s subtly backing away. As if the coffee is something repulsive.

…Weird. It’s definitely mocha.

Does she hate this brand? But she just said she’s never had convenience store coffee.

Too lazy to dwell on it, I exhale impatiently and thrust the cup forward.

“Take it. You’re holding up the line.”

“…….”

Finally, Seoyeon cautiously accepts it.

Not so much taking it as making sure to only touch the very bottom.

…Feels like she’s treating me like I’m contagious.

Does she hate touching me that much?

Who knows.

After a short goodbye, I head to an empty checkout counter.