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“So you’re going to spend the whole day having sex with your boyfriend, huh?”

“Making out all night long with Seo Woojin here and there, right?”

The crude, tasteless jokes continued unabated for a full ten minutes before they finally died down.

The reason they teased her so mercilessly was probably because Hayoon wasn’t the type to retaliate with harsh words.

And maybe because all of her friends were getting a little more sexually charged as Christmas approached, leading to this kind of banter.

Well, whatever.

Feeling sorry for Hayoon, who endured it all in silence, I rested my chin on the desk and pondered my upcoming schedule.

If things had gone according to plan, I would have finished filming the intended amount of footage today. But barely an hour had passed since I abruptly canceled my plans with Seo Woojin.

That pervert and I had been considerate of each other’s schedules until just a few days ago, telling each other to meet whenever convenient. But now, we had to find overlapping free time.

…Thankfully, with a full week still left until Christmas, it wasn’t like we were pressed for time.

According to Hayoon, the two of them had plans for an overnight trip starting on Christmas Eve.

That meant the 23rd might be an awkward day for Seo Woojin, too.

Assuming it would take about a day to shop for and pack the necessary items, the absolute latest I could meet him would be the 22nd.

By then, this unpleasant pain would be over…

And besides, it would be a safe, clean-cut date.

The most neutral option.

“…….”

Careful not to let the teacher at the podium notice, I discreetly pulled out my phone and tapped on Seo Woojin’s dull, default profile picture.

…As expected. Despite canceling our plans so abruptly today, there was no reaction. The message I’d just sent still bore the dreaded [1]—unread.

It was obvious.

This pretty much confirmed that Seoyeon was clinging to him again, cooing over him like before.

How does he even come up with excuses when other students show up looking for him?

Pushing aside that minor curiosity, I firmly pressed my thumb against the screen and typed out a new message.

It was nothing elaborate—just a simple question:

“Heard you’re going to a hot spring with Hayoon for Christmas. Can you do the 22nd?”

Naturally, the [1] remained stubbornly in place as I stared at the screen. A moment later, I exhaled a slow sigh and slumped forward onto the desk.

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505

Study.

Training.

Rest.

After the chaotic morning, the rest of the day unfolded with the usual, familiar rhythm.

Guess that’s why they call it routine.

The same daily routes. The same class order. The same schedule.

The only things that ever changed were trivialities—like the weather.

Or the idle chatter with friends as we walked through the halls.

Today, though, the topic of conversation was unusually fixated on Christmas and year-end festivities.

“Unnie.”

Amidst the noise, I was zoning out, trying to decide what to have for lunch, when an unwelcome guest barged into my routine.

The voice didn’t come from right beside me.

It originated from farther away—roughly the far end of the hallway.

But it was so unmistakably familiar that I turned my head instinctively.

And sure enough.

The irritatingly well-known face came into view.

“W-Wait, are you even allowed here? The infirmary is—”

“It’s not that far. And besides, there are ways to call for me.”

Seo Woojin.

…The same person who, just yesterday—and the day before that—had been filming netorare videos with me.

Luckily, there weren’t any strands of his pale blue hair clinging to his clothes.

“Wait, what? Since when did you two start dropping formalities?”

“It’s been a while. Since summer break, really. You just haven’t noticed.”

“Ooooh…”

“But it’s still about half and half in terms of usage.”

Had it just been me and Hayoon, I might have brushed it off.

But with five others walking alongside us, it was impossible to ignore.

The same girls who, moments ago, had been loudly complaining about wanting to beat up every couple in sight were now buzzing with gossip—”When did you two start talking casually?”—so I quietly stepped back from the group.

…Well, seeing two attractive people standing side by side like that probably sparked all kinds of delusions in their heads.

Still, I wondered briefly what had possessed him to seek out Hayoon so suddenly.

This wasn’t completely unprecedented, but most of our encounters had been accidental.

This was probably the first time Seo Woojin had actively sought her out like this.

“…….”

As my friends made an exaggerated show of giving us space—crawling away like turtles—I glanced at my phone, belatedly checking for notifications.

“Did you need something…? Lunch break’s about to start anyway…”

“Because Jiyun will be there. I wanted to talk to you alone for a bit—somewhere she isn’t.”

Right in front of me.

In the midst of the secret, neatly stacked messages exchanged between me and Seo Woojin—who was nothing but affectionate in front of his girlfriend—

the [1] from earlier had vanished cleanly.

Meaning he had seen it.

Meaning he was aware—both that I’d abruptly canceled our plans for today and that I’d suggested meeting on the 22nd instead.

“Somewhere Jiyun isn’t…?”

“It’s about the plans we made. It’s nothing serious.”

“…Oh, the hot spring trip…?”

“…Wait. Did you already tell your friends?”

“…….”

“…….”

“…I-I mean, couldn’t you have just texted that?”

“If Jiyun saw, she’d probably accuse me of monopolizing you again. Anyway…”

Yes or no.

Available or not.

A simple question that could’ve been answered in seconds—yet he hadn’t replied.

…It wasn’t entirely clear, but—

He probably wanted to hear my answer.

Here.

Now.

“We settled on the 23rd, right? The day before Christmas Eve.”

“Yeah…? That’s after exams are over.”

“The 22nd, not the 23rd.”

“Yeah.”

“Good. That’s all I needed to know.”

“…Huh? That’s it?”

“I told you—it’s nothing serious. Something got pushed back to the 22nd.”

“Ah…”

…He meant.

That we’d meet on the 22nd.

“I should get going. As for you, Unnie… well, you can just follow your friends. They’re still over there.”

“…I knew they’d do this.”

Right in front of Hayoon.

He basically just propositioned me for sex that day.

As I mulled over the brief exchange, another round of raunchy jokes erupted—hot spring sex, mall sex—but I ignored them and sent a single text instead.

[Seol Dabin] – Are you insane?

Just.

Like.

That.

…Short and simple.

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Finally, December 22nd.

Or rather, the day before—December 21st.

Having wrapped up my finals with decent results, I returned home, shedding my multiple layers of jackets before collapsing onto the sofa.

The faint scent of cypress lingered in the air—Mom must have sprayed diluted cypress oil before leaving this morning.

Tomorrow would mark the end of the long, long month I’d spent with Seo Woojin.

Well, strictly speaking, our twisted entanglement had lasted over half a year already.

But my arrangement with Baek Jiho—tasked to meet him—had only just approached the one-month mark.

…Back when I’d left that motel with Seo Woojin, Baek Jiho hadn’t even gotten mad. He’d just adjusted his waistband.

And now, a month had passed.

The memory surfaced briefly, blending into the steady ticking of the clock.

Did I feel any sense of accomplishment? Not really.

At most, fatigue and relief—”It’s finally ending.”

If possible, I wanted to cut ties with Seo Woojin immediately.

The guilt ate at me every time I talked to Hayoon.

No matter how you framed it, I was still in a sexual relationship with my friend’s boyfriend.

“…….”

…Of course,

that didn’t mean

I hadn’t enjoyed it.

Honestly speaking.

I couldn’t deny that.

“…Ugh.”

Maybe because of that.

If I was being honest, there was a part of me that felt conflicted.

Not in the way of those dumb internet porn plots—like, “Oh, we had sex, now I’m in love!”—but…!

…More like, even if I wasn’t in love, my body had its own reactions.

I still knew, rationally, that wrapping things up cleanly was the right choice.

But now, sleeping with Seo Woojin no longer felt particularly wrong.

His hands groping my breasts, his fingers slipping between my thighs—it was all the same.

Instead of discomfort or disgust,

now,

lately…

it was more like…

“…….”

…I looked forward to the pleasure that followed.

Disorienting.

“……Mmm…”

The fact that this whole situation was wrong—that much was obvious.

I knew that.

But what kind of girl gets flustered because her friend’s boyfriend called her cute?

If your friend’s boyfriend is promiscuous, you either ignore it or lecture him and move on.

But instead—

somehow—

I’d been influenced.

…Loaning out my body.

Moaning like a bitch in heat—what kind of idiot does that?

Especially now, after going so long without sex for completely legitimate reasons…

“Ngh, hah…”

It wasn’t like I had a long-term boyfriend to think about.

Just a…

a sexually compatible

friend’s boyfriend.

Remembering the secret conversation we’d shared earlier—right in front of his girlfriend.

The way I’d clung to him all evening.

…Unlike Baek Jiho’s pathetic cock,

remembering how his had pressed against me, rigid and heavy.

“…Ngh, ah……, …nn…”

Unlike solo play, where I could stop anytime,

even as I teetered on the edge,

his fingers dug in—shut up—

mimicking how he did it with Hayoon.

Pounding into me relentlessly until—

inevitably—

I came with a shuddering cry,

just like always.

…Lately.

“Seo… Woojin……. Seo Woojin…….”

Pushing aside my guilt toward Hayoon for now.

Regretting tossing out that damn dildo,

I clenched my thighs.

The slick noises under my white panties were unmistakable as I touched myself.

“…Hahhk…, hhk…”

But rather than satisfying the pent-up desire,

…I wanted to save it.

For tomorrow.

For sex that would leave me utterly spent.

So I pulled my fingers away,

catching my breath like some pervert.

What kind of girl does that?

“Haah…, seriously…….”

The answer was obvious.

Me.

“…Huu…”

…Damn it.

For real.