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“I like you,” I said.

The words came out strained, as if wrung from me, but the aftermath was far less dramatic than I’d imagined.

My heart—or maybe my face—felt like it might turn red and burst at any moment, but… of course, nothing like that happened.

In hindsight, it was only natural.

How could something so trivial as confessing my feelings cause such a reaction?

It was like the first time I rode a bicycle.

Once I actually did it, it turned out to be no big deal.

Not a malfunction, just a ticklish flutter in my chest.

…Now that I think about it, it’s kind of funny.

If my body were the type to short-circuit over a simple “I like you,” then it should’ve broken down much earlier—like the first time Seo Woojin held me and took my virginity.

“……”

So.

“…I like you.”

Even if I said it again right now, there’d be no danger.

It was just a stifled weight finally being released, one handful at a time.

…Besides, judging by Yozora and Seo Woojin’s reactions,

the way I’d been acting up until now

must have been more obvious than I thought.

“…I already told you earlier.”

“W-well, what do you want me to do about it…?”

“You told me to interpret it myself, so you should at least give me time to do that.”

“……Ugh…”

“……”

“……Is it going to take long?”

“…Who knows?”

So it’s fine.

“…I like you. Is that so hard to understand?”

All those weird excuses I made just to stay by his side a little longer…

I tried not to let it show, but deep down, I was mortified.

But now, I don’t have to do that anymore.

“With anyone else, maybe, but not with you.”

“D-don’t joke around…! You said you’ve been suspicious for a while now…! And you’re already laughing like it’s funny, so don’t act like you don’t know…!”

I used to twist myself into knots, telling myself it was fine even if he treated me like Yozora—

just to feel something, even if it was artificial, instead of that hollow professionalism.

…Honestly, it stung my pride a little.

But now, I don’t have to do that anymore.

“Hey, Baek Seoyeon. There’s something I’ve been wondering.”

“…What is it?”

“I haven’t exactly been nice to you, have I?”

“…I fell for your face and your dick. Happy now?”

“Then you could’ve just gone for Yoo Siwoo—ugh, wait—”

“…Why? Why now? Why the hell would you bring up that pervert’s name right now?”

“Hey, Baek Seoyeon. That actually hurts.”

“I’m hitting you because I want it to hurt…! No, just die…!”

Lee Hayoon.

Lee Jiyoon.

Yozora and Han Sua.

Seol Dabin.

Unlike how I acted around those girls—

or how I put on a cold, businesslike front when dealing with others, swallowing my frustration and pretending nothing was wrong—

now, I can just be honest with Seo Woojin in the moment.

I don’t have to hold back anymore.

“…I’ll only say this once. Right here, right in front of you, so you can’t pretend you didn’t hear me. …Haaah……”

“……”

“Somewhere along the way, while building all these memories with you… I just… ended up like this. …You stupid bastard.”

“…Is that really all the reason you have for liking me? That vague?”

“……It just means I like everything about you. …You jerk.”

…Throwing myself at a man who already has five women.

If my mother—who I don’t even remember—or the orphanage director (who I’m not particularly grateful to) heard about this, they’d click their tongues in disapproval.

But what can I do?

I was born like this.

I’ve felt it before—that so-called “red string of fate.”

Remember about a year ago, when Yozora suddenly called me out of nowhere and started rambling?

She said she’d been lucky enough to find a man like that, so I should stop working so much and live a little more recklessly.

I was busy, so I just hung up on her mid-rant.

But turns out, she wasn’t entirely wrong.

The way my skin burns at the slightest touch—

I’ve never felt that with anyone but Seo Woojin.

What can I do?

This is just how I was made.

“W-well… the dick was… part of it too… ……A little……”

…And the compatibility down there.

I guess that’s part of what they call fate.

“Anyway… do you… hate that I like you…?”

“…Why would I hate it? No guy with a dick would hate hearing that.”

“…You say that a lot. ‘Guy with a dick…’ or whatever.”

“Well, it’s true. You know how popular you are with men, right?”

“…Not that popular. Why do you have to say things that embarrass me? Seriously.”

“You are that popular. Even the kids who come to the infirmary talk about you sometimes.”

“…The guys?”

“Yeah. Wanna hear?”

“…A little.”

Better to cut off the embarrassing confession talk quickly.

I clumsily changed the subject, then glanced down at the twitching cock in front of me.

…What the hell is wrong with this thing…? …No.

I guess healing-types do recover fast, so this makes sense.

Forget how grotesque it looks when he’s serious—if it can produce this much cum…

it could probably knock up the entire Academy—

Lost in stupid thoughts, my face flushed for no reason as I reached for the cock that looked longer than my handspan.

“Since it’s just Academy gossip, there’s nothing too special… Haaah… …Just stuff like, ‘Damn, she’s pretty,’ or whatever.”

“…You never said stuff like that to my face.”

“Of course not. Only guys planning to confess would say that in person.”

“True… None of the other guys ever did. Except one. Yoo Siwoo, sometimes…”

“……”

“……”

Ah,

…it twitched.

But why now…?

Was it because I mentioned Yoo Siwoo?

No. Just saying his name shouldn’t make his dick tense up like that…

That’s weird.

Usually, dirty talk is the trigger.

But I didn’t say anything like that.

Then why…?

…I scolded him earlier for bringing up that guy, and now I’m doing the same thing?

But if that bothered him, he’d react negatively.

So then, well.

Probably…

“……”

“……”

…Superiority.

That’s why?

“…You might not know this, but Yoo Siwoo used to say that sometimes. That I was… pretty.”

“……”

“He followed me around like a lost puppy, but in the end… he never even got to hold my hand.”

…Yeah. See?

The hand stroking your dick right now—the one Yoo Siwoo never got to touch—

just mentioning that makes it twitch even more,

like it’s enjoying this.

Now that I think about it, it was like this last time too.

When we ran into Yoo Siwoo, and you showed off the condoms you’d stockpiled?

And when his call interrupted us during sex, you hung up, turned off your phone, then—

with that thing achingly hard—

…pounded me so deep it felt unreal.

And lately, you’ve even gone after Seol Dabin, a girl who already has a boyfriend.

So I guess this is your thing.

“……”

For Seo Woojin—this bastard with the worst tastes—

I gulped,

then started moving my hand faster, gripping him tight.

“I-I… prefer… someone more… muscular, and… bigger… than… a short guy who can’t even do basic exercises…”

Clumsy,

but something like that.

…Using that annoying pest

as seasoning—

something to stroke Seo Woojin’s ego—

before tossing him aside.

“…You saying that just to make me feel good?”

“…N-not just that… Ugh… ngh…”

My chin was yanked up, forcing me to look far above eye level,

before his tongue

slid into my mouth.

“…It’s fine. I like hearing it. Keep going.”

“…Haaah… Haah… Ngh… mmmph…”

Just that one,

worthless little compliment—

and without realizing it, I was wagging my fox tail,

my hand working his cock eagerly,

sticky pre-cum smearing between my fingers.

“…I bet his dick was… small… and his sex was… pathetic… too… Ngh… mmm…”

“I wondered why it was so quiet. So you weren’t fucking, but doing this instead.”

I ignored Yozora’s return,

too lost in the throbbing guilt of using someone who’d already been discarded—

just as a side dish to feed the ego of the man I love.

…Once more,

like a fawning pet,

I gave myself over to him.

“…I like you… Ngh… haah… Seo Woojin… I like you…”

…Even with Yozora kneeling between us, her tongue lapping softly at Seo Woojin’s swollen balls—

and him gripping her head, pressing her down like he enjoyed it—

I didn’t care.

This was more important to me.

Because Seo Woojin said he liked hearing it.

And because his cock, throbbing hard with blood, proved he wasn’t just humoring me.

“…Mmmph… More… keep kissing me… Ngh…”

No more hiding.

I made my request openly,

then used my slender fingers to rub at that damned glans—

the one that usually pressed against my walls, driving me to climax—

squeeze,

squeeze,

…mimicking the way that pervert pounds into me.

Working my hand

faster,

until—

“Ngh… ah… mmm… nn… …haah…”

Right where Yozora’s cum had dripped onto me in the bathroom earlier,

now,

the cum I’d wrung out with my own hand

splattered—

splat,

thick,

splurt,

splat—

…even more than before,

even stickier,

across my lower stomach,

right where my womb would be,

like a mark.

“Hahh…… haaah… hhk……”

When I first heard about Yozora, I remember being disgusted.

“…Hey…… Seo… Woojin…”

…But now,

to put it simply—

“…There’s something… I want…”

“Haaah… What?”

“…Lover’s sex… with you.”

For the first—and last—time,

I gave myself

to the man I love.