episode_0231

…What the hell is up with her?

We’ve never had a proper conversation before, not even once.

So why is she suddenly acting all friendly with me now?

Is this some kind of pyramid scheme or something?

Or a cult?

If it’s not something like that, there’s really no reason she’d want to get close to me…

What’s so great about a girl who just sleeps with her earphones in at the back of the class every day?

Guys who practically have “I want to get laid before I turn 20” written on their faces might’ve been like that,

but even those types disappeared after coming to the academy.

She’s the kind of person who gets along with everyone—except me.

So why,

of all people,

me?

…Did she catch some kind of hipster disease or something?

Or maybe it’s one of those “I feel sorry for her, so I’ll reach out first” things.

That kind of self-satisfied consideration.

I don’t need it.

“Bye! Ji-Yoon!”

“…”

She’s probably around 160 cm.

A little below average, but the tallest among the shorter girls.

Yozora, who was standing annoyingly close to me, looked up as I was about to leave the classroom and said goodbye.

…Forget why she’s still crowding me like this.

Even though it’s just a normal goodbye, it somehow feels cringey.

Is it because she’s Japanese and has slightly different sensibilities from Koreans?

Hmm— I let out a quiet sigh through my nose and muttered softly to avoid drawing attention.

“Got it, so just go already. Let me go home.”

“Ah, which way are you headed?”

“Why do you care?”

“If it’s the same direction as me and Sua-chan, I thought we could go together.”

“…Didn’t you just say goodbye?”

“We can say goodbye together!”

“…”

Sua-chan… must mean Han Sua.

Click. As I turned my head slightly in the direction Yozora’s finger was pointing, my eyes met those of the chaebol daughter I knew well.

I’d seen her during the entrance exam, and even now, she still had that same bratty look.

Well, to be precise, it’s not so much that she looks bratty… more like she looks like she enjoys partying.

I don’t really know how social butterflies have fun, so my imagination is limited,

but she gives off the vibe of someone who has drinking plans every single day.

Just based on appearance alone, she’s the complete opposite of me.

Blonde hair,

sharp eyes.

Her voice… I haven’t heard her talk enough to know.

Her makeup… I’m not sure either.

Anyway, she looks like a delinquent.

“No thanks. I’m going with my sister.”

“Sister? You have a sister?”

“She’s in second year. Got it? If you’re done being curious, can you move?”

Since I’m a little late today, my sister is probably already waiting at the main gate.

I should probably send her a quick message saying I’ll be about three minutes late. She’s the type to get upset over small things like that.

With that thought, I naturally tried to slip past Yozora, but she must’ve read my mind because she quickly shifted positions, blocking my way.

“Hey! Wanna be friends?”

“…”

And from Yozora’s mouth came what sounded like a public confession-level friendship request.

Her voice was even a little loud, so a few students who’d been chatting in groups turned to look.

…What the hell is she even saying?

Asking to be friends out of nowhere—how does that even make sense?

Friendship is supposed to be more natural…

You need shared interests or something like that…

…Never mind.

Explaining this stuff is pointless.

Frowning slightly, I looked down at Yozora and,

clearly,

firmly,

“No.”

“Eh?!”

Politely rejecting her friendship request, I walked out of Class 1-A.

…Today’s stress,

in front of my sister,

I’ll climb on top of Seo Woojin,

and just go wild…

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“You didn’t have to be that harsh, you know?”

“Yeah…”

“I just wanted to be friends… Ugh…”

“…”

“You don’t even care about how the person approaching you feels! No wonder you still don’t have a single…!”

Ugh.

Is this considered backbiting too?

Between the whining and the gossip, I was completely drained as I trudged home.

“I’m back—” I kicked off my shoes haphazardly in the entryway.

Handed the black uniform jacket to the housekeeper who always comes to take my coat.

Exchanged some small talk about how it’s getting warmer since it’s almost the end of April.

When she asked if I was going to shower right away, I told her I’d already washed at the academy, so I’d shower before bed.

Pop, pop—I undid the buttons of my academy uniform.

And onto my soft, fluffy bed.

Thanks to the housekeeper, my bed is always fresh and clean.

Until my chest feels crushed and breathing becomes difficult.

Dive.

“Phew…”

In the past, I would’ve rolled around on the bed like this for a while before pulling out some manga I’d bought weeks or months ago but never got around to reading.

But lately, things are different.

Ah, not that I’ve completely stopped reading manga or anything?

It’s just that there are a few extra steps now.

Like…

…Looking up porn online.

I made it sound grand, but honestly, it’s nothing special.

I mean, everyone does it—they’re just too embarrassed to admit it, right?

Even Yozora said she does it for about an hour every day, unless she’s busy with other stuff.

Well,

I do it a little…

…just a little longer than that.

Anyway.

Ideally, meeting with Sensei would be the best, but I’m holding back because I don’t want to bother him.

I happened to come across a post on a porn-filled forum where a guy said it’s exhausting to ejaculate multiple times every day.

Even as a girl, after reaching climax a bunch of times, I can barely move and just lie there gasping for air.

I’m sure guys pretend to be fine, but they probably feel the same, right?

I don’t know for sure, though?

“…”

…But Sensei seemed completely fine even after ejaculating multiple times.

Not like he was hiding it—he genuinely looked fine.

Is that just nothing to him?

Then, how much…

Just how much… would it take to see him worn out?

An hour?

…Two?

Maybe…

all night…

As I wiggled my fingers, remembering what happened in this room a few days ago,

I dragged the neatly folded blanket from the housekeeper between my legs and lay on my side, fiddling with my phone.

I finished all my urgent work yesterday, and Sensei said he’d message me first if he had time.

I glanced at the top of my phone, half-hoping he’d text right now.

“…Hmm.”

First step of the routine:

Find some porn webtoons as a side dish.

Unfortunately, today wasn’t an update day for the ones I follow.

…I was about to just masturbate quickly and move on, but of all times—

Frowning slightly, I scrolled down to see if there was anything else good.

Maybe a webtoon with an art style I like.

Or one where a mutant girl gets mercilessly railed…

But nothing in the updates or new releases matched my taste.

Disappointing. When I first found this site, it felt like a whole new world. Did I just run out of stuff to read already…?

Ugh. I sighed and moved on.

The second step of the routine was:

Browsing a certain SNS I recently discovered…

Filled with perverted mutants’ lewd photos,

and short 30-second clips of genuine moans,

…while I…

try to…

“…Huh?”

Just as I was about to start some embarrassing fantasies—

Buzz.

A short vibration, and a notification popped up at the top of my phone.

[Seo Woojin]

– You home right now?

…Maybe it’s because I made sure to only hold the parts of the coffee cup Woojin hadn’t touched.

At least physically, I’m fine.

No symptoms of gradually rising body heat, no dirty thoughts… …Not really.

If even the slightest issue had come up, I was ready to head home immediately, but thankfully, it doesn’t seem necessary.

That said,

put another way—

“See? I do work when it counts.”

“…All you did was separate the urgent documents from the non-urgent ones. What exactly did you ‘do’?”

Maybe because she saw me in that pathetic state earlier, Yoo Si-Woo is sticking to me even more disgustingly than usual.

Which means I have to share the same space with her.

“That’s still more than usual. Normally, you’re just lounging on that sofa I paid for, eating and playing around.”

“So you did know. You’re completely useless.”

“I’m not completely useless, am I? I might not work, but I contribute to the student council’s welfare, don’t I?”

“Do you even know what ‘contribute’ means?”

“Of course. I know girls laugh and giggle just being around me, even if I don’t do anything.”

“…Other officers might, but I’ve never laughed because of you.”

“I’ll wait. I’ll make you laugh eventually.”

“Ah, that is kind of funny.”

When I politely told her to shut up, the vice president giggled and leaned back in her chair.

Is she done having her fun?

Is she about to stretch and go back to the sofa?

I was hopeful, but instead, she let out a small heave-ho and sat up properly at the desk.

…This is brutal. Seriously.

She’s never acted like this before.

Just because she saw me lose my composure for a second, she’s completely—

Tap tap. She jabbed at the documents irritably with her pen.

While my attention was briefly elsewhere, she casually reached for the water bottle next to me.

…Sigh.

Guess she’s trying to get my attention.

How annoying.

“Senpai. Should I get you some water?”

“I’ll pass. Feels like you’d spit in it before handing it to me.”

“Ew. I’m not a child—I wasn’t going to do that. Do you usually think about stuff like that, Senpai?”

“With you, it’s a real possibility. Stop trying to talk to me and just go play games on your sofa.”

“Ah, I’ll hold off today. Senpai, earlier, you looked like you were suffering from overwork or something.”

“…”

She must be talking about when I was groaning in heat.

I ignored her because I didn’t even want to bring it up, but for some reason, Si-Woo chuckled and pulled her chair closer to mine.

Then, tilting her head and resting her chin on her hand—

“I’m worried. Worried. If Senpai gets sick, I’ll have to do all the work you’re doing right now, won’t I?”

“…”

Not exactly wrong.

But the idea that she’s worried about me is laughable.

“The day before yesterday, you were still a little sick, right? Want me to make you some porridge today? I’m better at cooking than I look. Picked up some skills from YouTube.”

“I’ll just order delivery from a professional place.”

“What a waste of money. Where would someone our age even get that much?”

“My family’s fairly well-off. No need to worry about me.”

The porridge is just an excuse—she obviously just wants to come to my place.

At least come up with a better excuse. What kind of girl falls for something this transparent?

…Ah, that secretary glancing at Si-Woo from afar would probably fall for it.

And all those girls who squeal over her would let her into their homes without hesitation.

“…”

…Sigh.

If I’d known it’d be like this, I should’ve just left early, claiming I was sick.

I was sighing while looking at the last two pages of documents when—

Buzz.

My phone on the desk vibrated lightly.

[Yozora Yutou]

– Hey hey.

– What are you doing?

– Busy?

– Ah, don’t tell me you’re still working?

– If you don’t reply, I’ll keep sending these?

From someone who usually never messages me.

Either drunk,

or just a bad girl who only contacts me when she needs something.

A short notification appeared.