episode_0334

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“…Are you really feeling better?”

“Huh?”

“Seoyeon sunbae. Even during lunch, you seemed kind of out of it…”

Just sitting on a bench for a little while and claiming to be better—honestly, I couldn’t believe it at all.

If at least her complexion had improved, I might’ve nodded along, but throughout our conversation, her mind was clearly somewhere else entirely.

Her focus felt hazy, like she wasn’t really there. Definitely.

That’s why I can’t stop worrying.

Answering “I’m fine” while looking visibly unwell—that’s exactly what my dad used to do.

We weren’t close enough to see each other often because of how busy he was, but I knew well enough that he was exhausted from overwork…

Maybe sunbae is in the same situation.

Maybe she’s pretending to be fine, acting like nothing’s wrong, even though she’s hurting because she has so much to do.

The dazed expression I just saw on her face keeps coming back to mind, and the worry won’t stop.

…She’s one of the few people I’m close to at the academy.

Aside from Yozora and the teacher,

Seoyeon sunbae is pretty much it.

“If she says she’s fine, then there’s no problem, right?”

“But…”

But Yozora just laughs it off, grinning like it’s no big deal.

Like she’s watching something amusing, her red eyes sparkling.

Of course, Yozora probably knows Seoyeon sunbae better than I do.

She’s been friends with sunbae since way back.

At best, I’ve only shared a few casual lunchtime chats with her.

In the end, compared to Yozora, I barely know anything about sunbae.

…But regardless of how much I know or don’t know,

she’s always been really kind to me.

Even if we’re not exactly friends, I can’t help but worry.

“……”

Seriously. Is she really okay?

Groaning internally, I stared down the path sunbae had walked, but not a single trace of her bluish-white hair remained—she must’ve already left the main building.

“Well, if she’s sick, she’ll go to the infirmary herself. Or take some fever reducers or something.”

“…What if I bought some and brought them to her place…?”

“Don’t worry about it~ Seoyeon doesn’t really like people fussing over her. Remember last time? When she seemed like she had a bad cold, and we dragged the nurse to her? She was kinda uncomfortable about it.”

“……”

“Su-chan, you’re too nice for your own good… Anyway, let’s head home too. I’m gonna lie down and binge-read manga today…”

Streeetch— With an adorable stretch, Yozora started walking toward the building’s exit.

Humming along to the faint tune she was singing, I followed her steps, but just before leaving the main building, I found myself staring blankly at a corner of the structure.

…No. I can’t just let this go.

Yozora might be fine with not worrying, but I just can’t.

She said she’s just going home to read manga anyway.

But to me, Seoyeon sunbae looks seriously unwell.

Even if it’s meddling.

Even if sunbae hates people interfering like this.

I really, really have to do at least a little something.

“……”

…Because I’m worried.

Because I don’t want her to be in pain.

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A KakaoTalk message popped up.

The sender: Han Sua.

The content? Something along the lines of “Baek Seoyeon is sick”—a story I feel like I’ve heard before.

Something about a bad cold or whatever.

Come to think of it, the principal mentioned something similar last time too.

Baek Seoyeon also said she’d tell me something later, but I guess she forgot—she never brought it up again.

Well, I could kinda guess why she’d go so far to hide her illness.

To get treated, she’d have no choice but to come into contact with me.

And what naturally follows afterward must be uncomfortable for her, so she’s trying to avoid it as much as possible.

Other than that, there’s no real reason for her to avoid me.

…Still, what a shame.

Last time, we had creampie sex and shared quite a few private conversations, so I thought we’d gotten closer.

But I guess we’re not close enough for her to be comfortable having sex anytime.

…Though we’re at least close enough that she’ll let me grope her chest over her clothes while she pretends to sleep.

For now, I sent back a simple “Got it.”

I’d already finished up my work for the day anyway.

After turning off the infirmary lights, I stepped outside.

The hallway was filled with the relaxed chatter of students leaving late.

…Though Yi Hayun and Yi Jiyun were nowhere to be seen.

Jiyun, of course, had already left, pretending we had no connection.

Hayun said she was too embarrassed because her friends kept trying to stick around and watch.

Personally, I’d love for her friends to see me treating Hayun well—maybe word would even reach Seol Da-bin—but I can’t force it.

A good opportunity will come with time.

Things have been going well so far, so there’s no need to rush.

Sigh…

I’m planning to meet Hayun and Jiyun later in the evening, but until then, I’m free.

So, I’ll barge into Baek Seoyeon’s place, finish her treatment…

…have a little fun,

then head home to wash up before leaving again—that should time out just about right.

I was walking back to my apartment, lost in thought, when my phone buzzed softly.

[Han Sua] – Teacher. Where are you right now?

Where am I?

Given Sua’s personality, she’s probably not rushing me—just asking because she hopes I’ll get there soon.

[Seo Woojin] – On my way home. – Gotta change clothes first. – Why?

[Han Sua] – Ah… On your way home… – It’s nothing, I just… wanted to go with you. – So, when do you think you’ll arrive…? Just wondering…

…Go with me?

Why?

No, not “why,” but… why specifically?

…Ah, maybe.

Is it because of that time when Baek Seoyeon was sick and the three of us—me, Sua, and Yozora—went together?

If she’s internalized that visiting a sick friend is just what you do, then this reaction makes sense.

The manga she likes probably has a lot of those “visiting the sick” tropes too.

…But if she comes with me,

I’d really have to just do the treatment and leave.

I don’t want to say anything about her visiting a sick friend—and I don’t even have the right to.

How can I naturally go alone…?

[Seo Woojin] – It’ll be over quick anyway. – Just rest at home.

[Han Sua] – …Ah, am I getting in the way…? – I’ll stay quiet while you treat her. – Even so… is it still not okay…?

[Seo Woojin] – No, it’s not that you’re in the way…

…This isn’t working.

How can I just leave such a sweet kid behind?

With Baek Seoyeon, I’ll just…

…stick to treatment today.

I’ll meet her separately next time.

No other choice.

Ding-dong.

Ding-dong. Ding-dong. Ding-dong.

The distant, repetitive noise slowly dragged my scattered rationality back into place.

…Had I been pressing my face into the pillow, drooling? The once-dry pillowcase was now damp against my chin and lips.

The towels I’d layered over the bedsheet—because it’d be bad if they got wet—were now soaked enough to leave wet marks on my lower stomach and thighs at the slightest touch.

The ding-dong-ding-dong chime continued.

Knock, knock—a light rapping at the door faintly followed.

There’s no one who should be visiting me.

Who could it be?

Too polite for Yozora to be ringing the doorbell…

Anyone else…?

…

…No one comes to mind…

Gas inspection…?

I should probably ask them to come back later…

I… I need to masturbate right now…

Another two hours…

No, three more hours of rubbing myself raw…

So sorry…

“……Ngh, hah…”

…No,

I can’t do that.

If I do, I’ll be no different from a pervert like Yozora—an alcoholic with a masturbation addiction.

First, I need to at least get to the front door…

My middle and ring fingers, buried deep inside my walls just moments ago, slid out with a wet squelch.

The lewd sound alone nearly flipped my switch back on, but I clung to my rationality and wiped my hand on the soft bedsheet beside me.

…Thankfully, I was still in my academy uniform.

Since I’d only pulled my panties aside to finger myself, fixing my clothes would be enough.

The overwhelming scent of a female in heat clinging to me was unavoidable, though.

Pushing the saliva-soaked pillow away, I fumbled for my phone on the nightstand, still plugged into the charger, and turned on the screen.

“……”

It had only been 40 minutes since I’d come home, using feeling unwell as an excuse.

The fact that my bedroom had turned into this in just 40 minutes was a little terrifying, but…

I shook my head, trying to dispel the filthy pleasure lingering in my mind.

…At first, I thought it was more bearable than when I was in heat.

But now, it doesn’t feel that way anymore.

At the start, there was a clear difference between “I can’t take it unless I have sex” and “I just want to feel good.”

But as the symptoms worsened, they became the same.

This just feels like being in heat again.

My head is full of dirty thoughts…

Even when I have things to do, all I want is to touch myself…

…And sex—

The sensation of being fucked,

the satisfaction of being filled deep inside—

all of it keeps flooding my mind, demanding to be felt again…

“……Hah…”

…I wonder if other gumiho are like this too.

Is this why they sought out humans?

If so,

then those gumiho who loved only one person their whole lives…

Did they have someone who satisfied this lust for them…

every single day, until they were content…?

The silhouette of a man my mind keeps conjuring up,

the sensation of being relentlessly pounded, as if being forcibly tamed—

Even the moment I stepped into the shower to wash up, my fingers worked furiously to sate this filthy desire,

and even after, the throbbing heat between my legs remained swollen, unrelenting—

I was desperately trying to shake off the daze clouding my mind when the doorbell rang again.

Ding-dong, ding-dong.

“…Tch……”

I knew full well I wasn’t in any state to be seen, but at the very least, I could talk through the door crack.

So, after forcing my feet into the slippers by the entrance, I cracked the front door open slightly.

“…Ah, hello…”

“……”

It was Han Sua.

For some reason, she was dressed in even cuter casual clothes than the last time I’d seen her.

And.

“Don’t just greet us through the crack. Open the…”

“…Ah… Just a sec…”

“……”

“……”

…Seo Woojin.

The male who made me feel

so, so good.

“…I’ll close it again. Let me know when you’re done.”

“……”

I’d let him see.

The state I was just in.

Who I’d been imagining,

what I’d been doing.

Unless he’s an idiot,

there’s no way he wouldn’t realize.

…At least with Han Sua,

I might’ve just looked like someone suffering from a bad cold.