episode_0387

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A three-day festival.

The first day was spent unloading sexual desires onto Lee Hayoon and Lee Jiyoon.

In the end, we even went home together to empty out the remaining unsatisfied lust before wrapping things up.

The second day also passed uneventfully from the morning onward, much like yesterday.

The voices of students busily preparing for the festival tapped against the infirmary window just as before,

and the number of students visiting the infirmary remained at rock bottom—likely because everyone wanted to enjoy the festival while it lasted.

The only subtle difference was that,

unlike yesterday, Yozora was quiet today…

“…What brings you here?”

“No reason.”

Baek Seoyeon, who had been so busy these past few days that she was nearly impossible to run into, lightly knocked on the infirmary door around lunchtime.

Casually brushing off her “no reason” answer, I stared intently as she took a seat.

Her summer uniform—a refreshing white ensemble—was the same as the other girls’, but what caught my eye was the thin pastel-blue cardigan layered over it.

Given how often the air conditioning ran indoors, staying cool all the time probably wasn’t ideal.

Now that I thought about it, it was a bit chilly in here too. Maybe I should raise the temperature slightly until she leaves.

Fiddling with the air conditioner remote for a moment, I asked again.

“Do you need something from me?”

“Are you wearing headphones or something? I clearly said ‘no reason.’”

“You wouldn’t come to me without a reason.”

“I could just drop by for no reason.”

“You’ve never visited without a purpose before, have you?”

“…….”

Sure, Yozora had said something like, “Next time, I’ll come with Seoyeon,” but right now, she was alone.

And if Baek Seoyeon was visiting me by herself, the reason was obvious.

“Are you in heat again?”

“…I know it’s a fair question, but it feels oddly rude.”

“What else am I supposed to think? That’s always been the reason you come to me. Unless Yozora’s skipping class without permission.”

“…Anyway. I didn’t come because I’m in heat.”

“Then why?”

I had assumed she came to relieve her aroused body, but—

She didn’t seem to be lying, looking as composed as usual. Instead, she glanced at the bed beside her before continuing.

Coincidentally, it was the same bed where I had rolled around yesterday, swapping saliva with the two sisters, but I kept quiet to avoid making it obvious.

“I came to skip class for a bit.”

“Skip class?”

A surprising answer, especially coming from the student council president. You’d think her conscience would bother her.

“Like I said earlier, I just came without a reason. ‘Skipping class’ seemed like the most fitting way to put it.”

“…I guess so. Skipping class.”

“Just to be clear, I didn’t specifically choose to come here. There are other places to rest, like the library, floating in the pool, or even lying on a picnic blanket in the grass like some outsiders do…”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Skipping class, huh?

Come to think of it, it had been about three weeks since I last saw Baek Seoyeon’s face.

Considering how hard she must’ve been working in the student council room and elsewhere, she was probably desperate for even a moment to catch her breath.

Plus, she knew a lot of people around the school, and with it being summer, escaping to the rooftop like before wasn’t an easy option. So, this was one of the few decent places left.

Even if someone else came in, I could always brush it off by saying she was here for fatigue-related issues—something I couldn’t treat.

First, I closed my laptop and changed the subject.

“Must be busy with the festival, huh? I haven’t seen you around lately.”

“Maybe it’s because you’re always in here. I’ve been moving around more than usual, so you should’ve seen me more often.”

“Fair point. If I’m not here, I’m… near the vending machine. One of the two.”

“…Vending machine? Where? Near the rooftop? I haven’t seen one there lately.”

“No. The one before the skywalk to the second-year classrooms.”

“Second-year… Oh, the one on the third floor. You must use that one a lot.”

“Yeah. To meet Hayoon, among other things.”

“…….”

“…Oh, right. Since you’re here…”

I still had a few ice creams left from the last time I stocked up.

When you’re tired, something sweet helps, so I figured I’d give her one to replenish her energy. Opening the mini-fridge beside me, I checked inside.

After eating them as dessert a few times after lunch, only one was left.

A melon-flavored ice cream—probably the most famous brand.

I didn’t eat them that often, but…

Well, I could always restock later after having lunch with the teachers today.

I reached in and pulled it out.

“Want this? Or is it too cold for you?”

“…What do you mean?”

“Exactly what it looks like. You’ve been tired lately, so this’ll help with your sugar levels.”

“…I don’t believe in that kind of superstition.”

“It’s science, not superstition.”

“…I was just joking. Did you really think I wouldn’t know that?”

“….”

“….”

“…Well, just take it.”

“….”

A joke?

Not like Yozora—was Baek Seoyeon the type to make jokes like that?

For a moment, I recalled the trivial conversation we had while drinking beer together before.

Occasionally, she might do something like this, I thought, leaning back comfortably in my chair.

It wasn’t like she was in front of strangers. She was here to skip class, after all.

No need to sit up straight unnecessarily.

It’d just be uncomfortable.

So, I planned to relax like this until she finished her ice cream, but—

“…? What?”

Baek Seoyeon, having opened the ice cream wrapper, held it out toward me with the melon-colored tip, her usual expressionless face unchanged.

Flustered, I asked.

“Let’s share. I’d feel bad eating it alone.”

“How are we supposed to share this? Unless it’s a twin popsicle or… what was it, that coffee-flavored one.”

“Just take a big bite?”

“I don’t want a brain freeze, and isn’t that kind of unsanitary? Sharing like that?”

“Unsanitary? How?”

“Your saliva’ll get on it.”

“If it’s about saliva… haven’t we kissed multiple times already?”

“…….”

“After making me swallow so much, you’re worried about this now?”

I had no comeback for that.

Memories flashed through my mind—pinning her down on the bed, thrusting into her relentlessly while our tongues tangled wetly.

Holding her hips from behind, slamming into her as I pulled her head back to crush our lips together.

The long, deep kiss we shared right after filling her to the brim, her panting heavily from pleasure.

It was all still vivid in my mind.

“I don’t mind, so just take a bite. Just not enough to give you a headache.”

“No, I’d rather…”

“I said I don’t care. Besides, it’s not like this is some weird act… Have you never done this with a girlfriend before?”

“Why would I? You can just buy your own.”

“…Hmm. So you haven’t.”

“Ugh… Fine. I haven’t, but I get what you mean. Stop shoving it at me. I’ll take a small bite. Happy?”

“Yes.”

Reluctantly, I took a small bite with my front teeth. Without another word, she began eating the rest.

I stole a glance as she slowly melted the part I’d bitten with her tongue.

Just then, a knock came at the infirmary door, so I motioned for her to move aside discreetly.

“Come in.”

“Hello, sir. It’s just my wrist—”

“….”

A regular student.

Clutching his wrist with his other hand, he walked up to me with a pained expression.

Given his group-uniform-like outfit, he probably got hurt while preparing for the festival.

He might even be someone Baek Seoyeon knew…

Either way, it wasn’t serious—I could fix this in no time.

A minute at most, and he’d be perfectly fine.

So, without delay, I began treating him, finishing up quickly.

“…Ah, senior. Are you feeling better from your injury?”

“….”

As I’d guessed, the boy—now with time to look around—spoke to Baek Seoyeon, shifting attention her way.

Naturally, my focus followed.

Given her looks, it wasn’t surprising guys paid attention to her.

Seemed like she’d used skipping class as an excuse, claiming she was injured.

“….”

But earlier,

she’d specifically said she hadn’t come here intentionally.

If she’d faked an injury, the next place she’d go would’ve been…

“I-I’m fine now. It was just a paper cut. See? I’m even eating ice cream like normal.”

“But paper cuts sting a lot. You should be more careful…”

“I’ll be more careful next time. Thanks for worrying. Your name is…?”

“Ah, I’m—”

“…….”

A paper cut?

Wasn’t that the same excuse she used the last time she came to the infirmary?

Leaving aside how uncreative that was,

what bothered me was that she’d clearly planned to come here from the start.

As I rolled my eyes skeptically, I suddenly felt an intense gaze from the bed.

But the boy kept chatting away, completely oblivious to me, so he must not have noticed anything odd about Baek Seoyeon’s stare.

Taking the chance, I glanced at the bed and—unlike before—saw Baek Seoyeon’s face flushed faintly red.

…Always so stiff with her words and expressions, except when she was horny and begging for sex.

“Ah, I should get going. Thank you, sir!”

“…I’ll head out too.”

That kind of expression—

suited her surprisingly well.