Health Room Common Sense (5)
I squeezed out every last drop of breast milk into Kang Geon-yul's mouth, gave my lips a quick wipe, and headed back to the health room. My mouth still reeked of semen, but I was starting to get used to that night-flower scent.
It's kinda sad how I'm adapting bit by bit...
Still, I was fully aware I was a guy. Sure, there were these little issues, but I was definitely a man. Getting off on sex was unavoidable. And occasionally doing a titjob, blowjob, or handjob like just now? That was just because Geon-yul's reactions were hilarious. Nothing more.
Getting turned on from spankings or dirty talk... well...
It was true—I got excited from all the sexual harassment by Geon-yul and the other guys. But it wasn't like I only got aroused by men harassing me. Women would feel the same if it happened to them. In other words, my mind hadn't turned fully girly, craving guys or anything like that. Even if Geon-yul saw me as a woman when his lust overflowed, I didn't define myself that way, so it was his problem, not mine.
Hold on. Then what about earlier in the locker room, sniffing Geon-yul's gym clothes, stuffing myself with a dildo molded from his dick, and moaning his name in that slutty voice...?
This... this was...
How do I even explain it...?
Geon-yul sees me as a girl when he's swept up in lust, so I could chalk it up to me being so horny I accidentally treated him as a "romantic interest" guy while masturbating. That excuse would work. But admitting it meant confessing I'd used a guy as fap material.
No! I didn't think of Geon-yul—or any guy—as fap bait...
I racked my brain for excuses as I opened the health room door.
I was just... just using the memory of getting fucked as fap material! It felt so good back then. It wasn't because I like Geon-yul that I moaned his name!
But I couldn't keep rationalizing. In that moment, I realized an irrefutable truth no excuse could counter.
Back in the locker room, I'd definitely masturbated while fantasizing about face-fucking a sleeping Geon-yul. Cowgirl style, me on top, taking charge in the sex fantasy as my fap fuel.
But that directly contradicted my "using past fuck experiences" claim.
Because... I've never actually face-fucked a sleeping Geon-yul.
In other words, it wasn't a memory—it was pure imagination, something that hadn't happened yet. I hadn't drawn from getting fucked; I'd put Geon-yul into a fantasy I'd conjured from my own head.
And with that fantasy... I went wild all by myself...
My throat felt parched. Words wouldn't come. My mouth dried up, lips cracking.
No escape from this dead end. How the hell do I argue against this...?
"Chae-a, what're you thinking so hard about?"
"...Huh? Oh, no, nothing. Just..."
I snapped back to reality inside the health room. I'd walked in and stood blankly in front of Geon-yul and the teacher.
Whatever. I'm still a guy. Masturbation... that was just a mistake.
I couldn't even convince myself, but I muttered some nonsense internally to end the debate. It was all in my head anyway—no need to pick a winner.
"You said it was colostrum? Not sure if that's why, but yeah, I'm feeling way better already. Thanks, ma'am."
"Aw, no biggie. You helped out too, Chae-a. If it flares up again, come running back, okay? I'll take good care of you then..."
"H-Haha..."
The school nurse licked her red lips, eyeing Geon-yul with sultry eyes. When that gaze shifted to me, irritation surged, and I grabbed Geon-yul's arm, yanking him.
"Thank you, ma'am. Anyway, let's head back to the field quick, Master. Everyone's waiting."
"Yeah, guess so. Gotta tell 'em I'm good."
I ignored the giggling nurse and dragged Geon-yul out of the health room.
"Feeling better now?"
"Yeah, almost good as new. Crazy."
"Breast milk boosting meds that much? For real?"
"Tell me about it. Unbelievable."
Whether the meds worked wonders, the injury wasn't bad, or both—Geon-yul walked way better than on the way in. Barely limping.
"Anyway... how was your first day as manager?"
"Eh, pretty manageable, I guess."
"Good. Was worried you were struggling."
"W-What do you mean, worried...!"
Geon-yul's sweet mode hit when I least expected, and I turned away, cheeks burning. Ignoring the twinge in my lower belly, I mumbled at my lips.
"...What'd you think was making me struggle?"
"Huh? When you sprained your ankle, you called for me first. Ye-rin and Ha-eun said you vanished—figured you went to the locker room."
"Huh? Why?"
"Thought you were hiding in the locker room 'cause the job sucked. Wasn't that it? If you just went for towels, you wouldn't take that long."
"Uh, er..."
I stammered, unable to answer straight. How could I confess I'd gone to wipe my pussy with a towel, got tempted, and ended up masturbating?
"J-Just... dozed off a bit. Job's not that tough. Picking up balls, giving you guys water... that's it."
"Hm, glad to hear. Keep it up, then."
Geon-yul slung his arm over my shoulder. Why was my body reacting so honestly today? I blushed, staring at his thick hand brushing my tits.
"Hmph... yeah! I'll keep helping hard, so you better hold that ace spot."
"Duh. Can't have some other guy stealing you."
"Wh-What...?!"
His face flushed like mine—was it planned or off-the-cuff? Hard to tell with the sunset glow. The field was bathed in fading light as we stood side by side, staring.
What was this vibe?
"N-No, I mean! Not like that..."
"...Do your best."
"Huh?"
I had no clue what I was saying. Knew I'd regret it, but something possessed me.
"Don't let anyone take you. Guard her well."
I didn't hear Geon-yul's reply. We reached the soccer team on the field—no time to chat. Back at the locker room later, he acted normal.
"Huh? Why's it smell sour?"
"Someone spill juice?"
Of course, changing with everyone—managers had to help the sweaty players undress and shower—I kept my head down, playing dumb.
"Heh, maybe someone jacked off in here?"
"Nah. Jacking off smells like night-flower. This is sour. No girl would..."
"Yeah, no clue."
"Ha-eun, you little...!"
Thanks to Jin Ha-eun covering, my locker room masturbation stayed secret. But Geon-yul sensed something off.
"Why's the clothes all wrinkled...? And the smell... no way...?"
He didn't confront me, so he hadn't pieced it together. If he knew, he'd tease me mercilessly—my guess was spot on.
But he figured out something else. He spotted the dildo soaked in my pussy juice as the sour source—the one molded from his dick—and handed it to me.
"You gave it to me last time, stuck it in here. It's old now, smells weird. Too lazy to toss it—get rid of it for me."
"Y-Yes, Master."
I bowed and bolted, hiding the dildo from his sight. Instead of trash or incinerator, I snuck it to my room, stuffing it in my pillow.
Geon-yul'd never find it here.
...Why'd I hide it, though?
Wasted effort to make, too bad to toss. Even the art teacher praised it—feels wrong to ditch.
Excuses, excuses. Truth was simple.
Tonight, one more round with this...
Last time semen addiction wrecked me; now, occasional masturbation prevents blue balls. Geon-yul probably didn't know I did it regularly. I'd wait till he slept deep, quick dip in the bathroom, out.
Soundproofed perfectly—no way he'd hear.
Always fingers... this'll be fun.
Couldn't wait for night.
Chae-a's off to fap again tonight.
She doesn't know, but I'm a light sleeper at night. Ten times she kicks off the blanket, I wake three. Quickly drift back, but I notice her glancing, heading to the bathroom.
No wonder she's sleepy all day... Maybe tell her I know, so do it daytime?
I shook my head. Admit I know she masturbates? She'd bite her tongue in shame. Super shy.
...But tonight's louder?
Three out of ten wakes means seven I sleep through. But tonight's noise jolted me fully awake. Usually just blanket rustle and mattress springs—now a weird zipper too...
Ziiiip—!
I cracked my eyes, peering at Chae-a's bed. She dug something from her pillow: thick, long, rigid thing. Glanced my way, gripped it, dashed to bathroom.
Far, eyes bleary—almost missed it. But I saw it instantly. Locker always had it.
That's... the dildo I told her to toss earlier?
She kept it—means no nap in locker room. She masturbated. Sniffed my gym clothes, fucked herself with my dick mold.
Chae-a's fall is close...
Long while later, she emerged from bathroom, dildo cleaned, face slack, giggling dopily, legs trembling.
Fuck... so hot. Can't hold back.
She crawled into bed, eyes shut. I waited, then kicked off my blanket. No hiding my raging hard-on—straight to bathroom.
Her bitch scent lingered thick. I came buckets, overwriting it with my semen stink. Only then, satisfied, did I crash.
Yeah, like you said... I'll never let you get stolen.
No other guy eyes on Chae-a. Yoo Chae-a was my bitch alone.