episode_0244

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Perhaps because of the nuance carried by the words “We broke up,” Han Sua spoke to me very cautiously.

Not that she needed to be that careful, though.

If I had genuinely been in a romantic relationship with Yozora and things ended badly, that would be one thing—

But the truth is, that nympho bitch kept trying to paint me as a rapist to satisfy her own damn perversion, and I got sick of her twisting everything to piss me off as much as possible.

Especially since she tried to drive a wedge between Sua and me—I just couldn’t tolerate it anymore.

Of course, I now know it was all a misunderstanding.

Sua was just still afraid of sex, which kept her from getting physical with me again.

And Yozora took advantage of that, subtly framing it as her own responsibility.

As if she wanted to be raped all night just to be my outlet for anger.

Because I saw right through it all while pinning Sua down that day, ramming into her as she half-confessed.

Since I resolved things cleanly from the root, I don’t have any lingering resentment or anything.

At most, just a petty fondness—the kind that comes from pouring drinks for each other over ten years. Besides, it’s not like everything about her was bad.

Hell, if you think about it, Sua was only able to approach me so easily because Yozora helped her, right?

So, if I had to sum up Yozora in one phrase right now…

“A rape fetishist with chronic main character syndrome.”

…An annoying bitch with an insufferable ego, but what pisses me off the most is how unfairly she ticks all my damn boxes.

After Sua, she even sneakily sent her own friend to the infirmary, trying to score points with me.

That’s all there is to it. No more, no less. So no big deal, really.

“…Teacher, about you and Yozora breaking up…”

Listening to her talk—

“I wondered if… maybe it was because of me….”

Seems Sua’s fallen into the same misunderstanding I did back then.

…Objectively speaking, yeah, technically it was because of you.

But saying I “dropped Yozora for your sake” leaves out way too fucking much.

“You said it before too. …That you liked me more than Yozora… or something like… that.”

Sua sat on the sofa right next to me.

Her voice wavered as she spoke, her fingers fidgeting against the long sleeves of her bathrobe, which draped all the way over the backs of her hands.

Right. I did say that.

Back then, figuring I had to push Sua as hard as I could—since she couldn’t bring herself to reject me outright—I thought those words were necessary.

Not that it was a complete lie, of course.

A promising heir to a chaebol family, a future elite hero—but the moment she’s alone with me, she willingly slips a collar around her own neck.

After causing trouble in Japan and sneaking back unnoticed, she’d hide underground doing filthy work where no one could see.

And despite being a pain in the ass to clean up after because of her heavy drinking.

Well… at least her face and body make up for it—a rape fetishist who’s just attractive enough to be worth the hassle.

If I had to pick one, yeah, I’d take Sua.

But if I left it at that…

Sounds like a perfect setup for misunderstanding.

Especially given the circumstances I’d said it in.

…Never thought Sua of all people would be the one to trip me up like this.

If she were pushy, I could force my way through. But because she’s kind, naive, and insecure, she can’t even stand her ground—so here we are.

I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, then calmly spoke up to clear her misconception.

“It wasn’t because of you. We just had some irreconcilable differences, that’s all.”

“…So, like, they weren’t about… me?”

“No. …Yozora didn’t explain? She’s not exactly tight-lipped, so I figured she might’ve mentioned it in passing.”

“W-well, she did say something. That she… brought up wanting to have sex outdoors, and you were totally grossed out…”

“…”

“But that might’ve just been… a cover-up so I wouldn’t realize… it was actually my fault….”

That damn bitch. Since she couldn’t exactly admit she intentionally provoked me into raping her, she made up some shit to hide it.

…Well—credit where it’s due, at least she didn’t pin it on me and took full responsibility.

For now, I played along, committing her fake outdoor-sex excuse to memory while I thought of the best way to untangle Sua’s misunderstanding.

Just then, Sua—who’d been fidgeting beside me—spoke up again.

“I just… wish Yozora could keep being your sex partner… like me…”

“…”

“Last time, at Yozora’s place… you demonstrated for me, remember? With both your guy friend and girl friend.”

“…Yeah, I did.”

“Back then… Yozora looked like she was having so much fun having sex with you.”

“…”

“Her moans were crazy lewd, too… and every time I heard those squelching sounds—plap, plap—the marks your cock left on her lower belly got deeper and… it was just… super hot.”

Should I call this innocence?

Or stupidity?

Maybe just straight-up perverted?

[…]

“…You said it wasn’t because of me earlier.”

“Yeah.”

“But still… Couldn’t you forgive her? Just once?”

“…”

“I mean, outdoor sex is kinda… But lately, Yozora’s been… kinda struggling.”

“She’s struggling? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well… She used to be super lively, but these days she’s just… ‘normal’ lively, I guess…”

“…Alright. Fine, hold on.”

Forgiveness?

It’s not like I hated Yozora that much to begin with.

Even now, if Sua asked, I could play along and pretend to be friendly with her.

It’s just exhausting letting her get too close again—who knows what crazy shit she’ll pull next?

…Sigh.

Of course she’d be protective of Yozora—she’s her only friend, after all.

Letting out a quiet sigh, I scratched the back of my neck and pulled out my phone.

I’d only deleted the photos I took for blackmail—Yozora’s number was still there.

…Though even if I had deleted it,

it’s not like I don’t have it memorized.

“…Hello?”

Luckily, she picked up almost instantly.

“Ue…?”

“…What’re you doing?”

“Ue…?”

“Quit messing around. I asked what you’re doing.”

“…Ue…?”

Calling her “conscious” would be generous.

She sounded barely functional.

“Tch. …Yozora.”

“Mo… moshimoshi…”

“…You’re drunk off your ass lying in bed, aren’t you.”

“N-no… ‘m still drinking…”

“Did you forget again what I said about drinking in moderation?”

“Y-you said that…? Did you…?”

“…Yeah. Multiple times.”

“…Ohhh.”

…Now that I think about it, I’ve only drank with her once this time.

Her familiar voice made me slip up—but before she could latch onto that, I cut to the chase.

“…Remember that time you asked me for outdoor sex?”

“Outdoor…… ……Oh, that.”

“Let’s pretend it never happened. Don’t bring it up again.”

“…”

“You get what I’m saying?”

“…Mm.”

“…Drink in moderation. I’m hanging up.”

Without another word, I ended the call.

Glancing at the call duration—barely 30 seconds—I nudged Sua’s golden-haired head away as she leaned in, eavesdropping.

“Happy now?”

“…Hmm,” she mumbled.

“What? Not good enough?”

“I wouldn’t call it a problem… but I am curious.”

“Curious about what?”

“…You sounded kinda cold for you.”

“…”

“Cold?”

That dumbfounded me—until I realized she meant from her perspective.

“You’re usually so warm—everyone sees it. The students, me… You’re always so gentle.”

Gentle.

A word I’ve heard maybe a handful of times in my life.

The mask I’ve worn for so long reflexively tugged my lips into a small smirk as I relaxed deeper into the sofa.

“No profound reason. I’ve just seen it for too long. Way too long.”

…Seo Woojin’s number.

Seo Woojin’s voice.

No mistake.

“…”

I splashed cold water on my face, jolting my brain awake, then scrambled to piece together what just happened.

The outdoor sex excuse was definitely something I made up to tell Sua-chan.

For Woojin to suddenly reference it like this—something’s off.

Meaning Sua-chan is with him right now.

But that alone doesn’t explain why he suddenly forgave me.

Someone must’ve put in a good word for me.

Begged him to go easy on poor little Yozora.

…And the only person who’d do that for me is…

“…Of course.”

Of course it’s Sua-chan.

There’s no one else.

Placing the empty cup in the sink, I hummed lightly and wandered back to my alcohol-covered table.

Hard to describe—it’s like the pride parents feel when their kid finally takes care of them.

So this is why people put so much effort into raising children.

Well, mine turned out… slightly different.

After doting on her so much, she ended up asking me, “Know any guys who’d rape a twisted, delusional JK until she passes out?”—the opposite of filial piety.

With that bizarre sense of pride, I started tidying up the bottles on the table…

…then gave up midway and just rearranged them neatly.

Better to hire a cleaning service than risk breaking them trying to do it myself—I’m exceptionally self-aware. Mhm.

“…Anyway.”

Him forgiving me probably means he’s open to fucking me again… if I play my cards right.

So I won’t need to grovel with some overdramatic “This lowly bitch begs forgiveness for her insolence—” But forgetting what happened isn’t the same as reinstating full access.

For one, Sua-chan’s still with him at this ungodly hour…

And while it’s just a hunch for now, Lee Jiyun’s also acting pretty suspicious.

Then there’s me…

…Huh.

Compared to those two… I don’t think he’s that keen on me anymore.

Unless he secretly has a thing for rape—but considering how pissed he was last time, even dumping me over it…

It’s not like he hated it, but calling it his type feels like a reach.

“Hmm, hmm…”

Which means…

I need to give him a reason to pick me.

For example—sex with me just feels better.

Or I’m more accommodating to every kink.

…Or maybe—

“…Why won’t it—… Oh. Right. I’m supposed to be asleep.”

—I come with bonuses.

Like a special gift every time he chooses me.