episode_0335

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Thanks to having masturbated earlier, I’m at least somewhat in my right mind now.

Should I consider that fortunate?

Or should I consider it unfortunate?

The moment I saw Seo Woojin outside the door, I swallowed back the words that rose to my throat… so, fortunate?

If I had been completely lost in masturbating, I wouldn’t have even heard the doorbell, and then I wouldn’t have had to show such an unsightly appearance… so, unfortunate?

In the midst of my confusion, I first hid the damp towel on my bed in the washing machine.

I also took off the underwear I was wearing and tossed it in, then walked out and opened the window wide.

As I put on fresh underwear, I fidgeted, unsure what to do next, before finally moving the bag that had been carelessly left in the hallway into the bedroom.

…I’d thrown it aside the moment I got home because I was in a hurry to masturbate.

If Woojin saw it, I could just imagine what he’d think.

Next, I sprayed deodorizer all over the house—the kind I usually only used in emergencies or when my clothes smelled.

Not enough to give me a headache.

Just enough so the scent was barely noticeable.

A tiny amount.

This should be enough now.

There’s nothing more I can do at this point.

After putting the deodorizer back on the shelf, I walked to my bedroom, which was still being aired out, and checked my phone.

About three minutes. It didn’t take as long as I thought.

Whether the people waiting outside the front door were thinking the same thing as me—

I don’t really know.

Sigh…

From their perspective, I must’ve been a real nuisance.

So, with another sigh, I tossed my phone onto the bedside table and headed straight to the front door where the two of them were waiting…

“…Ah, just a sec…”

…But as I was about to go,

I turned my steps slightly.

And approached the full-length mirror near the bathroom.

“….”

My hair was a mess.

Of course it was.

Right before those two showed up, I’d been rubbing my face into the pillow while furiously scolding my own depravity.

My hair was slightly damp with cold sweat—probably from all that exertion.

Lowering my gaze slightly, I saw my Academy uniform.

The uniform I hadn’t taken off the entire time I was masturbating was also quite disheveled.

For the same reason as my hair, no doubt.

“…….”

…Woojin.

He used to love this kind of thing.

Me, ruined.

Showing him my disheveled state.

Just that alone used to get him incredibly worked up. I remember.

He saw me like this… just now.

So then, Woojin must be…

“Haa…”

My runaway imagination was cut short.

My cheeks were burning red, and there was something strangely lewd about the look in my eyes,

But since there was nothing I could do about those right now, I focused on fixing what I could.

I changed out of my messy uniform into comfortable loungewear that wouldn’t matter if it got wrinkled.

Then, running my hands through my tangled hair, I headed to the front door.

…Ah, right.

That thing I almost blurted out when I first saw Woojin.

I pressed it firmly under my tongue to make sure I didn’t slip up.

“…What brings you here?”

“Ah, sunbae.”

“Are you done?”

‘Do you have time?’

If it were just Han Soo-ah, who knows nothing, I could’ve brushed it off without issue.

But that pervert would definitely…

Be thinking of nothing but fucking me senseless.

…And this time, in my own home.

The kitchen.

The living room.

The bedroom.

The bathroom.

No matter where he looked, he’d be flooded with shameful memories.

…He’d fuck me like crazy.

Maybe even

To the point where I wouldn’t hear my alarm tomorrow.

“I got the gist of it…”

“…You looked like you were in a lot of pain. Just like Soo-ah said.”

“…….”

Han Soo-ah probably has no idea about the relationship between me and Woojin.

So, acting as distant and stiff as possible, Woojin seemed to pick up on it and responded with polite, teacher-like speech.

…Come to think of it, he’d been like that from the moment I opened the front door earlier.

I quickly forgot the minor details.

“Sorry for the weird sight earlier. …I’m in worse shape than I thought.”

“Don’t worry about it. You’re sick—what can you do?”

“…Come in first. It’s rude to keep guests standing outside.”

I pushed the door open wider and stepped aside, letting Soo-ah and Woojin carefully step inside.

After digging out the guest slippers I’d bought ages ago but rarely used, we all moved to the living room.

Then, telling them they must’ve had a hard time coming here and that I’d at least get them some water, I headed to the kitchen alone.

I worried the lingering scent of my earlier indulgence might be noticeable, but judging by their expressions, it didn’t seem to be an issue.

Of course, if Han Soo-ah—a beastkin—let out her ears and tail, she’d definitely catch it, but there was no reason for her to do that in a normal apartment, so I didn’t need to worry.

Besides, she’s so innocent that she might not even recognize what the smell is.

Which means the only person I really need to be careful of right now is…

“…Sorry. I don’t have any juice or anything. …I should’ve bought some orange juice.”

“It’s fine. We didn’t come here to be treated.”

…Just Woojin, wearing the mask of a normal health teacher.

Maybe later, but right now, I absolutely can’t let him touch me.

…If I do, I might really go into heat.

Even with Soo-ah right here,

I might do something weird.

Say something weird.

…Something incredibly embarrassing.

So not now.

Later.

When we’re alone.

…That’d be fine.

“Ah, and Soo-ah… …Thank you. For worrying about me.”

“…Huh? Ah, no, it’s nothing…”

“You really didn’t have to…”

“It’s just… When I saw you on the stairs earlier, you looked like you were in so much pain…”

“….”

“Sunbae, I wondered if maybe you’ve been overworking yourself where no one can see…”

For a moment, my lustful fantasies thickened.

Unlike me, lost in my own thoughts, I forced a sunbae-like smile at the angelic Han Soo-ah and naturally took a seat beside her.

If Soo-ah had been clinging to Woojin, I would’ve moved to the sofa across the table, but for some reason, the two of them were sitting separately, the table between them in an L-shape.

From what I’ve heard from Yozora, Soo-ah… is practically dating Woojin.

…It’s probably because of me.

Just like I can’t tell Soo-ah about my relationship with Woojin,

Soo-ah must also be too embarrassed to tell me about hers.

“…Really? Did I look that bad?”

“Yes…”

…She’s kind of cute.

After my treatment ends and I’m on my way home,

The two of them probably go somewhere together and then…

Go at it.

Pressing their hips together until they’re out of breath.

That’s definitely what happens.

…Because Woojin’s a pervert with nothing but dirty thoughts in his head.

There’s no way they’d just meet up quietly and part ways without anything happening.

If I, who never talks like this, suddenly whispered something like that into Soo-ah’s ear,

I wonder how she’d react.

…Pfft.

So this is why Yozora likes Han Soo-ah.

No wonder she’s always calling her “Soo-ah-chan, Soo-ah-chan.”

“The student council underclassmen said I looked sick too… …Ah, what about Yozora?”

“Yozora said… she had something to do.”

“…Ah. Something to do.”

But one thing bothers me.

It seems like Woojin also likes Han Soo-ah quite a bit.

Not that I’m jealous or anything.

It’s just… how should I put it?

…Ah.

“She had something to do… Yozora.”

It bothered me.

“Yes… She said she had prior plans with friends…”

“Prior plans…”

Han Soo-ah.

Her face is really pretty.

Her skin is pale, like she never sees the sun.

She’s 20, so two years younger than me at 22.

The same age as Woojin.

Her chest isn’t just big—it’s nicely shaped too.

…And she’s incredibly, incredibly kind.

It’d probably be fun to slowly corrupt her.

“Y-Yozora said she wanted to come with me, but because of her prior plans, she couldn’t…”

That’s why it bothered me.

If I were Woojin,

If I were looking for a girl to relieve my lust tonight,

Of course.

…I’d probably pick her first.

“It’s fine. She’s probably lying.”

“Huh? Wh-What?”

“Drinking is the most important thing in the world to her… She’s lied to me a lot too.”

That’s why it bothered me.

…You’re the only one who can help me when I’m in heat.

I can’t do that kind of thing with anyone but you.

But what if you’re only looking at Han Soo-ah and not me?

Not that I’m jealous,

It just bothered me.

Just

A little.

“…Ah, um.”

“More importantly… Teacher? About the treatment.”

“Yes.”

Leaving behind a flustered Soo-ah, who seemed surprised I’d call Yozora a liar,

I feigned exhaustion, as if I really had a cold, and called out to Woojin.

He had been watching me with interest without saying a word, but now he stared straight into my eyes.

…Back in the student council room, when Yoo Si-woo would deliberately stare at me as if to say “I’m right here,” I wanted to hurl insults right in his face.

But now, it’s different.

The gaze that should’ve been on Soo-ah

Is now entirely on me.

Just that alone—

…Somehow

Feels good.

“…It’s too embarrassing to do it here, so let’s go to the bedroom…”

“The bedroom?”

“…I don’t want my underclassman seeing you feel my forehead and stuff. …It feels like being treated like a kid…”

“…Ah, that’s why.”

Since we can’t talk alone here, let’s go somewhere without Soo-ah.

Biting back the words laced with that meaning, Woojin nodded in understanding.

Whether he really got the subtext didn’t matter.

All that mattered was being away from Soo-ah for a bit.

And even if he didn’t understand, we could just whisper to each other.

With Woojin following behind me, we entered the bedroom, and I carefully closed the door.

“…….”

“…….”

Just Woojin and me.

I don’t know how soundproof the bedroom is from the living room,

But this is a space

Only the two of us share.

“…Aren’t you going to ask?”

“Ask what?”

Holding onto Woojin’s wrist hidden under his sleeve, I carefully stepped back.

Away from the closed bedroom door, further and further.

…Suppressing the lust threatening to overflow.

“…Why I was masturbating alone. Aren’t you going to ask…?”

One by one, I brought out the things

I couldn’t say in front of Soo-ah.

“…You were masturbating?”

“Don’t joke around… …Aren’t you curious?”

…Why did you do it?”

“…I’m in heat. …Probably.”

“Ah.”

His expression said “That makes sense.”

Staring straight at Woojin’s slightly irritated face,

I added one more thing.

“…I did it because I’m in heat. Because I’m in heat.”

“I get it. You don’t have to say it again.”

…Then why aren’t you asking the next question?”

“Next question?”

Gripping his wrist through his sleeve,

Letting the emotions I felt earlier in the living room boil over,

I added one more thing.

No, a little more.

I let it out.

“…Aren’t you going to ask if you can fuck me like last time?”

…I didn’t really mean to say that.

Honestly, I was worried he might actually take me all the way right here.

But because of all the emotions I felt earlier because of Soo-ah,

Somewhere, just a little—

“I’m not as pretty as Soo-ah, or as kind as her… …Do you hate that?”

—I layered my words

With the awareness of her.