episode_0234

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Date.

An occasion where lovers or those with mutual affection meet to spend time together.

Then, couldn’t this be considered a date too?

Seo Woo-jin… Teacher did say they had feelings for me.

And I—compared to those awkward academy boys, I much prefer being with the teacher.

But that doesn’t mean I’d willingly wear something like this.

“Why are you fidgeting so much? Nothing’s changed from before.”

“It has changed…! Sir, the… the clothes…”

“Exposure-wise, there’s even less skin showing now, isn’t there?”

“But this feels… somehow even more indecent than before…”

“It’s fine. You look good in it. Not weird at all.”

“That’s not the problem…! Ugh…”

Gripping the fluttering hem brushing against my thighs, I took slow steps forward, following the teacher, who strode ahead with a bright smile.

The thin ivory jacket draped over my shoulders was fine.

Setting everything else aside, the sleeves lightly covered the back of my hands, and the fit was loose enough that the hem barely grazed my thighs.

Even if I didn’t find this outfit pretty.

Even if it didn’t look like a couples’ set with the teacher, I’d still give it full marks just for covering more skin.

But this fluttering pastel-toned skirt,

worn in place of the dolphin shorts,

was absolutely not it.

There’s no way something like this would suit me in the first place.

It’s for lively, cute girls like Yozora—not me. I look best in just comfy sweats.

People passing by would obviously gossip, “Why’s she dressed like that?”

“Teacher… Sir, I’d rather just wear what I had on before…”

“You wear your uniform skirt just fine, so why not this? And didn’t we agree to call each other by name outside? What if someone misunderstands?”

“But how am I supposed to walk around in this…? Even you must think it looks awkward…”

“It suits you. If I were lying, I wouldn’t have stared like that back in the store.”

“Maybe you were staring because it looked weird…”

“Wasn’t that weird though… Oh, wanna check how others see it?”

“Eh? Wh-what?”

“If we just leave this alley, we’ll hit the main street, right?”

“No, no, no! I’d die of embarrassment— Eek?!”

I waved my hands in refusal, but the teacher grabbed my wrist and pulled me forward.

Slowly. Gently. As if ready to stop anytime if I resisted.

What now? Stop? And then what?

No idea. The deeper my thoughts spiraled, the louder my pounding heart grew.

Step. Step. With each stride pulled forward by the teacher, the clamor of downtown grew closer.

A chaotic mix of indistinguishable voices drummed against my eardrums.

Then, the moment we slipped into the crowd—

“….”

Whether it was the guys walking past, chatting about some gaming tournament,

or the girls dissecting why their dinner hadn’t hit the mark—

everyone, regardless of gender, flicked glances our way.

…Staring back,

I ultimately hid behind the teacher.

“Su-a, hold on—if you cling that tight, I can’t walk…”

“L-let’s go. Quickly. We’re gonna miss the movie…”

“No, I literally can’t move.”

“I’ll push you. Somehow…!”

Go. Go. Hurry.

Pressing my hands against the teacher’s sturdy back, I shoved with all my might, forcing them forward.

Of course, the eyes burning into my exposed thighs… never let up.

Maybe this ridiculous pose—hugging the teacher from behind—made me stand out even more?

But it was too late to fix now.

So I kept shoving them along,

edging us toward the sidewalk,

toward where fewer eyes would reach—

“…Huh? Mr. Bo-kwon?”

“Sir? Oh, it is you!”

“Eep…”

Never in my wildest dreams did I expect

to run into someone who knew the teacher

right in front of us.

“Thanks again for last time. Your shirt must’ve been soaked from the rain…”

“Don’t worry. My place was nearby, so it wasn’t a big deal. Really.”

“Still… I should’ve visited again afterward.”

“It wasn’t a car crash or anything, no need. Besides, your girlfriend already paid plenty for the dry-cleaning.”

…At least the attention wasn’t on me.

Rain? On the way home? Girlfriend paying for cleaning?

None of this rang a bell.

From the sound of it, there’d been some minor accident on a rainy day.

That’s how the teacher ended up receiving cleaning fees.

But their voices were unfamiliar… Who were they? Not students—colleagues?

Peeking out slightly, I spotted a laid-back-looking woman and a guy who seemed like a model student.

Definitely faces I’d never seen before.

If they were first-years, I’d have recognized them from lectures or labs—so probably second or third-years.

That eased the tension slightly.

Better than being spotted by another first-year.

“Uh, what was your name again? I wanted to return some of that 100,000 won you gave me—it was too much.”

“Forget it. That’s just a day’s worth of weekend part-time cash.”

“Hey, Da-bin—Ah, it’s Seol Da-bin. That’s his name.”

“That is a lot, though. Seriously.”

“I said it’s fine. Spend the rest on your date.”

Girlfriend is pushing it—we’re just fuckbuddies… Wait, no—What’s it called in webtoons? Twitter? Novels? Ah, fucktoy.

I swallowed the words rolling around my mouth.

Just like in the clothing store earlier,

this misunderstanding wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

“Hmm. Then if you ever need money, tell me. I’ll remember.”

“No need, but… sure. Hey. Baek Ji-ho. Let’s go.”

“Huh? Oh—”

“Come on. Didn’t you say you had a reservation?”

“R-right. Yeah.”

“Have fun. You too, sir. And your girlfriend.”

“…Ah, yeah…”

Four syllables—that was the extent of my contribution.

With that, the two vanished into the crowd without another word.

…Thank god.

If it’d been another first-year, they’d have grilled us about our relationship by now…

“Su-a. Let’s go. Don’t just stand there.”

“Y-yeah…”

For now, crisis averted.

Releasing a tense sigh, I followed the teacher cautiously.

“…Is the skirt okay now?”

“N-no, it’s not…”

“Shame. Looks pretty to me.”

“…That’s the only reason I’m still wearing it…”

Sticking close to the teacher’s side,

away from prying eyes,

fidgeting with the stupid, fluttering hem.

…After the movie,

would I really go through with what I’d planned?

Lost in thought, pondering hard.

234

Lee Ha-yoon… huh.

Pretty, just like her sister.

Not so much resembling Lee Ji-yoon—more like a lively, puppy-like vibe.

The type who probably gets confessed to a lot, y’know?

Guys, once they get slightly close to a girl, start acting all familiar. Tch.

“Ow, hot…”

Briefly lounging on the couch, I zoomed in on Ha-yoon’s photo before

wrestling my hair free from under my back and rolling over to skim the next document.

But all it contained was name, age, academic records, address, confirmed abilities, ID number…

Not like I expected much from enrollment papers, but still—just bland info and a mug shot? Lame.

Besides the address, nothing useful.

Pretending otherwise would just creep her out.

Still, racking my brain for anything exploitable, I scrutinized each line—

nada.

Guess my only hope’s that one last thing.

…Our sensitive Ji-yoon.

What’s your hobby?

Maybe, surprisingly, she’s into drinking…

[Hobby: Gaming]

“Hah?”

Gaming.

Gaming?

Squinting at the clearly labeled “Hobby” field, I mentally replayed every Ji-yoon sighting at the academy.

But all that surfaced was the crown of her head—

that adorable part I’d glimpse when she napped at her desk.

Weird. Never once saw her glued to her phone. Gaming? Really?

Did she just scribble something to fill the blank?

Or maybe console/PC games?

“Ugh…”

Might even be that weird shooter game high school girls play. Heard there were two versions.

Point is—such a vague answer gives me nothing.

Memorizing every popular game for an angle? Too much effort.

Staring at my phone half-heartedly, I eventually gave up, flopping it onto my stomach while blankly staring at the ceiling.

“…”

…Maybe it’s the alcohol talking.

Why beat around the bush? Just say it outright.

The thought loops endlessly.

Think about it. Simple.

Hey, Woo-jin. Can you rape me? Embarrassing, but I’m into that.

Boom—YES or NO.

YES? Great, mutual fun.

NO? Just persuasion level: max.

But a sliver of lingering desire holds me back.

Rather than fake “rape play” where neither side means it,

even if afterward she’d threaten to kill me,

or tearfully beg “Stop… please…” despite it being out of character,

even then—

until the man’s lust and rage burn out.

Until exhaustion leaves me gasping.

Used like a fleshlight.

Even if I sob “It’s a dangerous day…”,

not as some fake rape-talk for his thrill,

but meaning it—

until sticky fluids flood my stomach, spilling down my thighs.

“I’ve wanted to scream through rape for years.”

That thought keeps poking me—

You really satisfied with lukewarm rape play?

“But he already knows… Ugh…”

What was it again?

“You think I don’t know why you’re like this?”

The memory surfaces—Woo-jin showing up at my place, deleting the blackmail photos, telling me to quit pretending.

If he’d just lost interest, fine—

but he saw through me and ran.

No way to trick him into raping me now.

All that’s left is “rape play” at 98%.

Regardless of my greed, I chose him.

And barring finding a new “master”—

that’s the best I’ve got.

But.

“…Fucking impotent bastard. …Pfft.”

Angrier the more I think.

A girl like me, throwing myself at him? Impregnate me already.

Why’s he overcomplicating this?

Should just curse him out—

“Bitch, I’m giving you this and you ignore me?!”

Downing the rest of my vodka, I muttered insults into the void.

Stumbling up from the couch, I grabbed my phone and headed to the bedroom.

Wiping the sticky screen (darn spilled alcohol) with my sleeve,

I mechanically opened my contacts—

barely ten entries—and stared.

At the still-saved name:

[Master.]

If I call, I’ll just get cursed out, right?

Hearing Woo-jin’s voice while being insulted sounds fun but would push him further away.

What if he already blocked me?

After the usual loop of overthinking—

…Today, I’ll compromise.

Liquid courage in tow, I googled “call hiding number”.

Ring… ring…

Two seconds in—confirmation it’s not blocked.

“Heh…”

Hanging up, grinning.

…Just to clarify—

Not love.

More like obsession.

The desire to be loved.

Obsession.