episode_0381

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There was still some time left before the final evaluations.

Perhaps because the only upcoming event was the festival, time had quietly slipped by, and before I knew it, the day before the festival had arrived.

About one to two weeks.

Though it was a relatively short period, most things remained unchanged during that time—except for one noticeably different thing.

At first, many students had come to see me like I was some zoo rabbit, likely because of my unusual appearance as the new health teacher. But now, that trend had noticeably declined.

Well, it was only natural. After nearly three months, the novelty and curiosity about me had worn off.

Just yesterday, I’d even run into Lee Hayoon’s friends and exchanged some small talk, so it wasn’t like the students disliked me.

Either way, it was a good thing for me.

I much preferred a quiet, boring environment over a noisy, chaotic one.

Besides, it was easier to move around unnoticed this way.

“Good morning!”

Aside from that one change and the fact that people’s outfits had gotten lighter due to the hotter weather, my daily routine remained the same as ever.

Returning the greetings of students busy preparing for the festival with a smile, I headed toward my planned destination, cheap coffee in hand.

A place slightly at odds with my preferences.

The noisy place I’d mentioned earlier—that was today’s destination.

“Ugh. What’s the AC set to in here?”

“Ah, Teacher Seo Woojin. It should be around 23 degrees… Let me check… 22 degrees. It’s not even below 20, so is it really that cold?”

“I don’t know much about these things, but isn’t there a rule that says it has to be set higher?”

“It’s not like this is a public institution or anything.”

About twenty steps away from the infirmary.

Arriving at Miren Academy’s faculty office, I exchanged a few words with an older teacher before stepping inside.

I didn’t usually come here, but it wasn’t like I had any major reason for visiting today, either.

I just had a really, really minor question before the festival started.

So, sipping my coffee and indulging in some idle chatter, I glanced around, looking for the most well-known teacher in the room.

Since the health office was like a remote island, I wasn’t too familiar with the faculty office’s ecosystem. But if anything, that just made it all the more important to ask the most recognizable teacher…

…Ah.

If we’re talking fame here, that guy’s probably the top dog.

“Hello, Teacher. So, you were Bulldog, right? Your codename.”

“Ah, yes. Nice to meet you, Teacher Seo Woojin. You know me?”

“Hard not to. I’ve seen you a few times in online news and such.”

“Ahaha… I’m not very photogenic, so it’s a bit embarrassing…”

“You looked plenty manly in the photos, though.”

Codename: Bulldog.

I didn’t remember his real name since he was a man, but he was an A-rank.

Not just any A-rank, either—I recalled him being one of the more famous upper-tier heroes.

He still looked like he could easily be active in the field, so the fact that he was working as a teacher now made me think—though this was just speculation—that he probably had a family to protect.

I think I heard that Kwon Namho, that guy I used to hang around with, lost to this man by a narrow margin back in the day.

Anyway, being A-rank meant that even if he might feel small in front of numbered heroes like the principal, his reputation wasn’t something to scoff at.

So, without paying attention to anyone else, I approached his desk and extended my hand for a handshake, putting on a friendly smile.

It irked me a little to have to act like this in front of a guy who probably had muscles for brains, but I didn’t let it show.

“So, what brings you to me all of a sudden…?”

“Well, there’s something I’m curious about.”

“Curious? About what?”

“It’s related to tomorrow’s festival…”

“The festival…”

At the mention of the festival, the teacher raised his eyebrows as if trying to guess what I might be curious about.

Swallowing my observation that his facial muscles were very, very well-developed, I maintained my smile and continued.

“I was wondering if there’s anything we teachers are supposed to do. I haven’t gotten any notifications, and there’s been nothing in the group chat. Did I miss something?”

“No, no. There’s nothing special the teachers need to do. It should be the same for you, Woojin.”

“I see… I was just thinking I might have to provide medical support or something.”

“The other regular teachers stationed there should handle that. Unless something really urgent happens, in which case they might ask if you’re nearby and need help.”

In other words, unless something major occurred, I wouldn’t be bothered during the festival.

The clear answer was somewhat satisfying, so I took a sip of my coffee and nodded.

Education: High school graduate.

Occupation: Villain.

Hobby: Investigating heroes I find interesting.

Main activities: Getting bullied by Yozora in the hideout.

Thanks to this kind of life, I’d never experienced a festival before. Fortunately, I’d heard a little about academy festivals.

Not about the definition, purpose, or history of festivals, but rather from stories of people around me who’d gone to festivals to pick up girls—incidental details I’d picked up along the way.

They’d said academy festivals weren’t much different from university festivals.

Not that I knew much about university festivals, either. From what I remembered, they involved getting scammed at bars, getting scammed by tarot card readings, and getting scammed by palm readers—that was what a festival was, apparently.

Oh, and watching celebrities hired with everyone’s tuition money was also part of the entertainment.

I’d also heard that festivals had their own special names.

Honestly, the name had sounded like some cringy attempt by old folks to seem young, so I’d forgotten it immediately.

The only thing I vaguely remembered was that it was in English?

Looking at it this way, I realized I didn’t know much. But since I’d be walking around with Lee Hayoon during the festival, it probably wouldn’t be a problem.

What worried me more was…

“…Is this why you came?”

“Yeah.”

Lee Jiyoon.

Where the hell was she going to take this?

This was what really concerned me.

“You could’ve just done this at home.”

“But Unnie’s there. At home.”

“Last time, she didn’t even care when we were deep kissing and having sex right in front of—… Hey. Lee Jiyoon.”

“…What? I’ve only touched you over your pants so far.”

“…We’re outside. Here.”

“And who was the one who turned on a vibrator in front of Unnie’s friend?”

“That was at least out of sight.”

“Here’s pretty much the same, no?”

Yozora would, as always, secretly enjoy watching from behind.

Han Suha was still lacking in knowledge about relationships between men and women.

And Baek Seoyeon would pretend not to know me even if we bumped into each other, showing no interest whatsoever.

But Lee Jiyoon…

Wouldn’t she use the excuse of being family to stick close to me?

And while sticking close…

…Wouldn’t she try something weird?

“…Even if there aren’t many customers, what if we get caught?”

“We’d just be a little embarrassed. …How many people around here even know who we are?”

“What about CCTV?”

“This corner’s blocked by a pillar—you can’t see it. I worked part-time here at the PC bang during breaks from my café job. For like three days? Got fired after cussing out some rude brat, though.”

“……Sigh.”

“Just keep an eye out for people. If you hike up your pants a little as you walk over, no one will notice.”

A quiet PC bang.

With only about five customers, including us, I settled into my seat. As soon as Lee Jiyoon finished logging in, she scooted her chair closer and reached out.

Naturally, her hand landed on my still-unresponsive crotch.

Poking and prodding at it with her small hand, she leaned her cheek against my shoulder and moved her fingers to my zipper.

…She’d said she wanted to go to a PC bang for the first time in a while, so I’d assumed that was all there was to it.

But I guess I still wasn’t sharp enough to keep up with this crazy girl’s thought process.

“…What’s this? You’re saying no, but you’re getting hard, Seo Woojin.”

“It’s because you keep touching me.”

“So if I keep going, are we gonna end up having sex right here?”

“…If weird creaking noises start coming from this corner, everyone’s gonna look, obviously.”

“Ah, true. The chairs are kinda old.”

“Which is why we should just go to a motel—”

I get that you want to have sex in front of your sister.

And I get that you want to have sex where your sister can’t see.

But this place was definitely too risky, so I tried to stop Lee Jiyoon’s hand—

…But the girl who used to struggle just unbuckling a belt had now become so skilled that she undid it effortlessly.

“Using my hands shouldn’t make any noise, right? …Or what if I use my mouth?”

“…….”

“Even if my throat makes a little noise, those guys over there are too busy yelling over their game… …Probably won’t hear.”

“…….”

This kind of talk.

Whispered right into my ear.

“Log in first. If you don’t, the counter might get suspicious.”

“……Tch…”

As if being dragged by a leash, I tapped at the keyboard, letting Lee Jiyoon lead me.

At the same time.

“…Double-click a game. The counter can see everything we’re doing. …Ah, I should launch one too.”

Dead serious, Lee Jiyoon set up all sorts of precautions.

Meanwhile, her soft hand.

Gently, slowly, stroked.

The pillar where blood was gradually pooling.

Click.

Click.

Using her less dominant left hand, she lazily moved the mouse.

While her right hand—

The one that had kissed and fondled her sister’s most precious place—

The one that had done the same to me—

Tenderly rubbed.

The glans.

“This way, it’ll look like we’re both playing Apex… You’re tall, so can you see the counter?”

“…Yeah.”

“What’s going on over there?”

“…Someone’s boiling water in a pot. Probably making ramen or something.”

“…Hmm…”

Where no one could see.

Until I was fully erect.

She kept urging me on.

“…Hey, Lee Jiyoon.”

“Yeah?”

“…When I give the signal, you stop immediately.”

“…Obviously. Dumbass.”

I couldn’t stop her midway.

“…Mmm, hng… Phh… Hngh……”

After all, I was just.

A pervert with nothing but dirty thoughts in my head.

A pervert who got off on the idea of you—

Someone who’d be all over TV in a few years—

Kneeling under a dimly lit desk in a PC bang.

Giving me a blowjob.

“…!……Hng,… Phhk… Gghk……”

Until I could finally.

Release.

All my sticky cum.

Deep into Lee Jiyoon’s obediently waiting throat.

I couldn’t.

Stop at all.

“…Hehe… You were so worried about getting caught, but look how much you came…”

With this, how the hell is the festival going to go starting tomorrow?

…I really don’t know.

Honestly.