episode_0261

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After therapeutic sex.

Baek Seo-yeon, her damp tongue resting on her lips as she panted dazedly, didn’t linger long before heading straight to the bathroom.

I had considered riding the mood to try changing positions, but the cute demeanor she’d shown earlier ended right there.

The moment I tossed her the condom filled with cum, she groaned as she squirmed out from under me, announced she was going to wash up, and slammed—the bathroom door shut behind her.

To think it ended after just one round—if I said I wasn’t disappointed, I’d be lying.

But instead of pointlessly clinging to her and earning her disgust, I chose to let her go without a word.

It wasn’t some meticulously calculated move—just a judgment that leaving her untouched now would yield slightly more benefits later.

Well, it was also true that if I annoyed her and she got angry, I’d be the one in trouble.

Fortunately, she emerged from the bathroom after a quick wash, looking completely unfazed.

It was something I’d expected to happen eventually, though I’d hoped it wouldn’t—

But since it had, there was nothing to be done now… Wearing a complicated, conflicted expression, she hesitantly began pulling on her clothes, which had cooled on the floor.

After that, we just drank the chilled water I’d left in the fridge from our respective cups, and nothing else noteworthy happened.

No pleas to keep it a secret, no explanations like It wasn’t because I wanted to, my body just acted on its own, or anything like that.

To that, I just replied, Who the hell would I even talk about this with? Seo-yeon gave me a skeptical look before leaving my room.

Ah, I also added—thanks to Hayun—that I’d see her home, which earned me another look of contempt.

Anyway, that’s how my first time with Seo-yeon ended—on a strangely ambiguous note.

I didn’t get her contact info, and we didn’t talk much beyond that…

So she’d probably go out of her way to avoid me for at least a week.

If I wanted to have her under me like today again, I’d need quite a bit more time.

Or maybe I should just find more opportunities to meet her.

For example—by using her friend, Yozora.

After dozing off amid all these scattered thoughts, I spent today exhausted from treating a flood of students since morning.

“Ah, shit… Did it actually break…? Fucking hurts…”

“….”

Not Seo-yeon.

The guy who’d been clinging to Seo-yeon earlier had come to the infirmary.

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“Ah, hello, sunbaenim. Uh, we met at the bookstore last time with noona—”

“Hm? …Ah! Chae-yoon, was it? Your name?”

“Y-yeah…”

“I thought so back then too—you’re even prettier than your noona. Nice to meet you.”

“…Hehe… Um, actually, I was thinking of joining the student council because of you, sunbaenim…”

“Mhm, mhm. Hold on, it’s my turn for treatment now.”

“Ah, right…!”

Name: Yoo Si-woo.

Current vice student council president.

Given that elections here are basically popularity contests, he’s the most likely candidate to become the next president after Seo-yeon graduates.

This wasn’t his first time visiting the infirmary.

Maybe just once before?

Back then, he’d gotten slightly injured during sparring and came in for treatment.

But unlike that time, when I felt nothing—

“…? Sensei, did something good happen? You seem in a good mood.”

“Ah… A little? Is it that obvious?”

“Not too much, but you just look happier than usual.”

Dealing with Si-woo was a bit awkward.

Every time I saw his face, I kept remembering Seo-yeon stifling her moans beneath me yesterday.

Remembered Si-woo desperately chasing after Seo-yeon’s fleeting figure, pushing himself to his limits.

I couldn’t stop my lips from itching.

Calling it bad taste felt a bit off.

This is only natural, isn’t it?

After claiming a good woman for myself, of course I’d want to brag to the guy who’d been eyeing her all along.

This isn’t bad taste—it’s just a natural male instinct, right?

Even if our positions were reversed, the feeling would’ve been the same.

But that didn’t mean I could outright mention what happened with Seo-yeon.

Sure, it’d be amusing to see Si-woo deny reality and dismiss it as nonsense, but what about the aftermath?

Now that Seo-yeon and I had a pleasant connection, I didn’t want to do anything that might drag her into unnecessary gossip.

If Si-woo were the only one listening, it might’ve been fine, but other students—still waiting for treatment—were chatting among themselves in small groups.

So I just—

“What is it? The lottery? Even if a healer won, I doubt they’d get a dopamine rush from it.”

“It’s nothing much. Just a little happiness.”

—brushed it off vaguely.

“Little happiness…? What, did you get a girlfriend or something?”

“….”

“Wait, seriously? A girl?”

“No. I’m too busy to even meet anyone.”

“No way… My gut’s telling me it’s definitely a girl.”

“Think what you want. I wish it were a girl too.”

—played dumb.

—lightly denied.

—and left just enough room for imagination.

For a conversation between two guys with dicks, I ended it in a pretty underhanded way.

“From what I saw earlier, it’s around your shoulder, right?”

“Yeah, yeah. Earlier, I was sparring one-on-one with Seo-yeon sunbaenim, and she went all out trying to take me down… Ow…”

“Seo-yeon sunbaenim… You mean the one with the sharp eyes—”

“Yeah. Yeah. The student council president.”

But his response didn’t sit well with me.

Sure, I was the one who asked where he was hurt, but did he really have to specify that it happened while sparring with Seo-yeon?

Was he being cautious because of that time Seo-yeon approached me first?

Or was he just so far gone that Seo-yeon’s name spilled out every time he opened his mouth?

Since I couldn’t read minds, I took a wild guess and sidestepped the unspoken tension.

If I actually entertained that, some weird rumors would spread through the academy in no time.

Better to avoid it. For now.

“Doesn’t look fractured, but there’s a slight crack. Around the shoulder and humerus.”

“It hurts this much from just a tiny crack?”

“Tiny? Cracks usually hurt a lot, you know? Though evolution-types who get injured often might handle it better.”

Si-woo grimaced and muttered something like, Still, this much…

Now that I thought about it, wasn’t he a summoner-type? The kind who sits back and strategizes? No wonder he wasn’t used to pain like this.

As the infirmary door opened again, I glanced over to see if I recognized the newcomer, gave a curt nod, and continued treatment.

“Ah, now that I think about it, last time sunbaenim—”

“….”

But my ears burned too much to focus solely on treatment.

If I counted all the times sunbaenim, Seo-yeon sunbaenim, and student council president left Si-woo’s mouth, it’d be seven or eight.

I hadn’t brought her up first—he was the one pointlessly mentioning her that many times.

Sunbaenim’s a third-year who’s been on a lot of field training, but she went way too hard on a junior, I actually blacked out for a bit at first, but I heard sunbaenim was the one who carried me all the way here, Once treatment’s over, I’ll pay her back when she least expects it…

At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if Seo-yeon had used some kitsune pheromone nonsense to turn Si-woo into her personal fanboy.

The sheer frequency almost made me feel a twinge of disgust, but I kept my expression neutral and finished the treatment.

“…?”

Right around then.

My smartphone, left on the desk—

Vibrated briefly.

About twelve hours had passed since Yozora teased me so mercilessly for losing my virginity.

Sitting on a bench in my slightly worn-out gym clothes, I zoned out watching students sparring in the distance.

…If that bastard hadn’t kept provoking me, I would’ve held back like usual.

But for a greenhouse flower whose only real combat experience was a single training session to act all high and mighty—it pissed me off, so…

“Sigh…”

…Anyway.

Thankfully, I didn’t suddenly go into heat and overheat today.

Sure, I’d resolved it yesterday by having se—x with Su-jin, but in the end, that still meant touching Su-jin.

Today, I treated the male student Si-woo, and even when I briefly touched him while helping him up to hand him off to a junior who’d escort him to the infirmary—nothing happened.

Which meant the only person I really had to be careful around was Su-jin.

“….”

Of course, I knew.

The more Su-jin alone triggered my heat, the easier it’d be to handle.

But on the other hand, I couldn’t for the life of me understand why my body only reacted to him.

It pissed me off.

I couldn’t pinpoint exactly why, but I just hated it.

Why would I go into heat for a womanizer who’d slept with both Yozora and Han Su-a—even putting his hands on me?

I’d always thought he was disgusting, and that hadn’t changed.

So why did having se—x with him…

Why did forcing kisses, the thrusts, thrusts, pounding deep into my womb—why did it feel that good?

Why the hell do I go into heat for trash like him, you stupid body?

I could’ve just as easily gone into heat for some diligent, sweet guy.

But why—

Why…

“Haaah…”

A lot of things had become clear, but this was the one thing I still didn’t get.

Not that Su-jin was better than Si-woo, but he wasn’t exactly my type either.

As I slumped forward, exhaling deeply—

“….”

A small pair of sneakers entered my vision.

At a glance, they looked new, but stains here and there suggested they’d been worn roughly.

…The slender ankles told me it was a girl, but even without that, I had a good guess who it was.

“Shiro-chan. Shiro-chan.”

That playful voice, dripping with mischief—despite me telling her repeatedly not to call me that.

Lifting my head slowly, I met Yozora’s grinning eyes.

…And right beside her—

“…H-hi…”

“…Hello.”

—stood Han Su-a, who looked like the type to ride loud bikes but had her gym jacket zipped all the way up to her chin, fidgeting awkwardly.

I nodded in greeting, exchanging stiff pleasantries, then glared at Yozora—the source of this discomfort—instead of locking eyes with Su-a any longer.

“I told you not to change my name like that.”

“Why not? It’s Baek Seo-yeon, right? Nicknames are fair game. Or do you prefer Haku-chan? I think Shiro is way cuter, though—”

“Anyway, why are you here? There are too many eyes around.”

“We can just say we’re close noona and dongsaeng… Anyway, I came with Su-a because I wanted to ask you something.”

“Ask me what?”

“Yeah.”

Yozora grinned as usual, then bent down until her lips were right by my ear.

My hair wasn’t exactly short, but Yozora’s was pretty long too, so—

Her face was so close it almost touched mine, and her hair tickled unbearably.

“Are you feeling better now?”

“…My body? Why suddenly ask that?”

“I overheard something last night, and I couldn’t tell if it was real or not~”

“….”

“…Seo-yeon, you went into heat and begged Su-jin for help, right? And even used me as an excuse, saying I told you to fake it?”

“….”

“Ah, I’m not mad, okay? When you’re doing dirty stuff with Su-jin, you can use me as an excuse all you want. I’ll allow it.”

“….”

“But… I should get something in return for lending my name, right?”

“….”

I couldn’t.

I couldn’t tell her to get lost.

“Anyway, so!”

“…Eek!”

“Let’s have lunch together! Su-a and I have always eaten just the two of us, and we’ve been thinking it’d be nice to have one more person.”

“…Lunch? With… you two?”

“Yeah! You’ll come, right? We’ve got so much to talk about, just us!”

“….”

Since I’d already told Su-jin the truth, it wouldn’t matter even if the lie got exposed.

But if Yozora “accidentally” let it slip to Su-a right beside her—

If she spread the right rumors to our classmates—

…I’d be—

Completely powerless to stop it.

“Let’s eat togetherrr… Seo-yeon unni…”

“D-don’t cling to me, get off…! …Fine, I’ll go…”

Whatever Yozora wanted—

Whatever scheme she had—

All I could do was let her drag me around by the leash…

…Until she got bored.