Chapter 32
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 32
Chapter Title: Daytime Words Are Heard by Birds (1)
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“......Ugh.”
Here, there was a single girl.
“Ha, hngh......”
Innocently following the trend, she had dyed her hair a light gray, yet she couldn't give up the twin tails she'd stubbornly kept since childhood.
Such was her name: Baek A-yun.
At the academy, she was known as the granddaughter of the Fist Emperor, famous for her strength and kicking power that belied her small frame—ranking fourth in the tournament standings...
“Ngh, hnght, kuh.”
......There were plenty more trivial descriptors one could dig up, but right now, only one truly fit her.
A loser who crumbled without even fighting.
At this very moment, she stood before the door of some room on some floor of a hotel smack in the middle of Daejeon, intermittently prodding her own pussy.
Her fingers were naturally slender, allowing both her index and middle fingers to stimulate her insides simultaneously.
Her panties were already soaked sticky with the love juices trickling down from her.
Her other hand cautiously gripped the room's door handle.
Right now, her corneas were etched with the scene beyond that door crack.
Call it the prime material to fuel her arousal for this act of self-pleasure?
Baek A-yun knew it. Among kids her age these days, they crudely called such things 'side dishes.'
If only that side dish hadn't been the sex scene of her friend and classmate...
'......No.'
After a brief moment of hesitation, Baek A-yun bit her lip and admitted the truth to herself.
'If it really had been something else, hng, would my heart have stirred like this...?'
She couldn't deny it even if she wanted to. What had driven her here in the first place?
Originally, she'd just thought of popping into a clothing store alone to check out the season's new arrivals.
-Nice to see you, sunbae. Good morning.
But as she left the dorms, she stumbled upon a secret rendezvous between two people.
One was a male student she knew well; the other, this year's freshman rep.
None other than the stars of the rumor that had rocked the academy last week.
After all, he'd publicly confessed to her at the freshman welcome party. It made sense.
Baek A-yun panicked.
'Why are those two together...?'
But as far as she knew, Lee Hyun-jin hadn't given her an answer to the confession.
And afterward, they'd had no real connection, so she'd heard it had fizzled out...
So why were these two, whose relationship should have been awkward at best, meeting at the campus entrance on a weekend morning, of all times—like they had a date planned?
It didn't make sense by Baek A-yun's common standards. More precisely, she didn't want it to.
Her common sense pointed squarely to one answer, one she couldn't ignore no matter how she tried—the most logical guess and conclusion.
The two of them had clearly started dating in secret.
'Eek?'
For a split second, something in Baek A-yun's head... like her 'reason' or 'judgment' flew off into the outer galaxy with a whoosh.
It was all utterly incomprehensible to her. Everything.
Wasn't he supposed to have that kind of relationship with Cheon So-yul?
Why was he with the freshman rep instead? What the hell.
'N-No way, don't tell me he had nothing going on with So-yul after all...?!'
Baek A-yun took a second hit of shock. If there'd been sound effects, a big 'KABOOM!' would have floated over her head.
They'd been so close every day, sharing casual skinship without a hint of shyness.
......And they weren't even dating?!
'What kind of nonsense is...!'
Baek A-yun staggered in horror. A passerby flinched and detoured widely around her 3-meter perimeter.
Not that she cared. Her attention was elsewhere.
She clutched her forehead. Was this vertigo? Her head spun.
Of course, it wasn't pleasant.
Her train of thought churned complexly and fiercely even then.
To sum up the tangled mess:
[Hyun-jin and So-yul weren't dating.]
→
[So he's started going out with Se-eun, who confessed so boldly.]
→
[Then why the hell have I been holding back for them all this time...?!]
Conclusion.
Baek A-yun had assumed their relationship on her own, shelved her belated feelings, and let slip the chance she'd had.
Stolen away.
Not even by Cheon So-yul.
But by a junior girl who popped up out of nowhere, literally 'suddenly.'
“......”
Baek A-yun sat slumped by the roadside for a while, utterly ashen.
Her eyes lost their light. Or rather, all vitality.
Tears rolled down.
'Farewell, my pretty first love...'
And hello, my first heartbreak.
As Baek A-yun, having lost her grip on sanity, let out hollow chuckles to kill time meaninglessly,
Her senses, hidden in an alley, caught the pair departing.
'Huh.'
She snapped to. Barely 10 seconds since she'd zoned out.
She leaped like grabbing a drifting balloon, reclaiming her senses.
She ignored all ethical, moral warnings against this. Conscience's cries? Neatly ignored.
Like someone possessed, she staggered up and tailed them.
She was the direct descendant of the Republic of Korea's mightiest martial artist, the Fist Emperor—bearing that blood thickly.
Some amateur ice mage's constant detection spell?
Not an obstacle at all.
She moved stealthily.
Thus, she witnessed their entire cozy date.
When the pair enjoyed a soft dinner atmosphere, she nibbled alone.
In the end, she straight-up watched her first love get carried into a fancy hotel by a pretty girl.
'......Ahh.'
She learned what despair truly was.
Her heart tore.
At first, it was just his face that made her heart flutter; learning his cheeky true nature brought regret, but ultimately, his kindness captivated her.
He treated her like a little sister despite being the same age, which pissed her off to no end, yet that attitude was the culprit making her heart race every time.
Every pat on the head like he was teasing her height had her fighting to keep her lips from twitching up.
His constant iced tea buys tricked her heart too.
A drink she didn't even like much.
Sweet yet bland.
But she'd accepted it silently each time to hide her fluttering feelings...
And now he always yielded his to her, like some weird misunderstanding.
She loved that. Those nothing relationships felt special; she deluded herself alone, felt the thrill of romance alone.
But put differently?
Just school acquaintances, barely a year's history, nothing more or less than 'friends'—an in-between tie at best.
......Yeah, in the end, that's all it was.
Why was she despairing like some lovesick fool, heartbroken, clutching her chest, making a total scene?
Just forget it and move on.
In these foolish school days, how many light flings start and split quick?
Theirs might end someday too; even if not, it wasn't her business.
She'd soon meet someone good...
Meet...
Probably, yeah, meet...
“......”
She couldn't finish the thought.
She'd arrived at the room door first.
And lost her senses again—legal issues be damned, she smashed the lock with raw strength.
There she crouched on the carpeted hallway, starting to peep.
She reflected once more. Ahem. Cleared her throat mentally.
So... where was she?
Ah, right. Good person.
Someday she'd meet a good person too, so let him go, quit this nonsense, pretend nothing happened, and head back...
Head back...
Back...
'Kyaa! Go home?! Why, why, why are you spanking that girl's ass! Are you insane?! Is that your kink?!'
'......Wait, why are you happy getting hit, freshman rep?!'
'Feels good?!'
'Thrilling?!'
'......I wanna try getting hit too!'
Baek A-yun failed once more at sorting her stray thoughts and emotions.
She clutched her flushed cheeks, steam practically puffing from her head.
If she'd known it'd come to this, she should've confessed—regret from moments ago forgotten, her fingers twitched.
Before she knew it, she was unbuckling her skirt, fiddling with her panties.
Already drenched, the thin fabric just got in the way.
Hesitation was brief; action swift. She swallowed hard and moved her hand.
Gripping the panty edge, her right hand slipped in, 'tap'-ping her sticky, bare skin.
Gliding past smooth labia, she lightly rubbed back and forth the most upper, sopping nub.
“Hnght──?!”
Her back arched sharply. She nearly toppled backward—or forward.
“Hnght, hit, ughht......”
Of course, she savored the afterglow fully, consequences be damned.
Her eyes lolled slack; legs trembled precariously.
Drip—
Above all, the proof of her climax streamed down her thighs, staining the hotel's red carpet.
A stray draft from somewhere brushed her crotch just then.
Thinking it felt like the wind caressing her, she giggled hazily—then yanked off her skirt entirely.
The teddy bear panties between knees and thighs annoyed her too. Off they went.
She couldn't see her own face, but with a lewd expression she'd never made before, she paired her index and middle fingers.
Without hesitation, she thrust them deep into her soaked slit.
Squelch...!
“Heuuk.”
Letting out a light moan, Baek A-yun began masturbating in earnest.
Late confession: she was a girl who masturbated quite often.
Usually once with fingers in the shower after academy duties, once with her vibe before bed?
For reference, that pink thumb-sized toy was from middle school.
......Also for reference, since enrolling, her fantasy target had always been one: Class A's boy.
Privacy prevents naming him, but he uses ice magic and holds second place among 9th-gen. Can't name him, but yeah.
Important, so twice.
“Hngaaht, Hyun-jin...”
Baek A-yun narrowed her eyes. Normally she'd close them to inflate her imagination, but not now.
The situation was different.
The scene right before her eyes was the strongest, most alluring 'side dish' she could use—high obscenity to boot.
Lee Hyun-jin, who'd been leaving red handprints on 10th-gen freshman rep Ryu Se-eun's slim hips, had long since penetrated her.
Ryu Se-eun's occasional moans and Hyun-jin's gritted expression as he held back amplified Baek A-yun's pleasure.
“......Hng...!”
Baek A-yun bit her lower lip hard, eyes wide. She'd nearly moaned too loud just now.
What if they caught her like this? That taboo fantasy swirled, yet a shred of reason and fear remained.
Of course she couldn't be caught. Wouldn't. Didn't want to.
'So, hnghk, finish quick and get out... I know...'
Mumbling an inner dialogue to who-knows-who, she savored the lightning-bolt zaps in her head.
Squelch, squelch!
Her hand sped up, pistoning back and forth.
Back arched deeply; other hand clamped her mouth.
Naturally, her gaze stayed glued beyond the door crack.
Ah, had they finished once already? Hyun-jin caught his breath roughly.
“......I love you, Hyun-jin. I really do...”
Baek A-yun murmured unwittingly, lost in masturbation.
Curling her cute toes tight, knees bent, she sought positions to plunge deeper.
And Hyun-jin began moving.
Round two already?
Sweeping back his messy bangs, he yanked the panting Ryu Se-eun's limp hair, pulling her into a kiss.
Rough and forceful, yet she just grinned happily. No other reaction.
Yeah, starting again. More rough sex? Round 2?
Anticipating that, as Baek A-yun eyed his re-hardening cock 'discreetly'—
'......Huh?'
No.
Hyun-jin wasn't moving toward Ryu Se-eun.
Baek A-yun blinked in confusion.
......And Hyun-jin turned his head.
'Huh? Eek? Hnght?'
Startled, she jerked back from the crack—but too late.
Their eyes met for an instant.
“......Ah.”
Baek A-yun panicked outright.
Her face drained white.
“Ah, aaah.”
A remnant of reason expanded in her mind.
Run now. Away from the room! Just, right now!
......He might not have seen her face clearly. Even if a glimpse, he might not recognize her.
So stand, fix herself, bolt out.
Squelch, squelch...!
Even as reason screamed.
“Uht, hnghk, grrht, ngh...?!”
Baek A-yun didn't stop her fingers.
Couldn't.
Instinct overrode reason. Desire crushed it. Trivial worries vanished.
Consequences? Fallout? Who cares? Turn this perilous thrill into ecstasy, feel pleasure she'd never known.
“Hyaaak...!”
Like a yowling cat, she unleashed a shrill moan, pushing stimulation to the limit.
“──!”
Her back twisted wildly. No more pretense—she collapsed onto the carpet, yanking knees to chest, body convulsing.
Creeeak...
And the door opened.
Squirt, squirt!
Commonly called female ejaculation. Not some random stray thought.
Baek A-yun had just demonstrated the rare phenomenon herself.
Transparent fluid squirted from below her labia, splashing Hyun-jin's legs.
Some drops even reached his dick.
“......?!”
Seeing it, Baek A-yun hit peak arousal.
......Her fluids, on the dick of the guy she secretly loved?
“Hnggt, kyahngk?!”
A massive jolt—nearly back-to-back, she came lightly once more.
She convulsed wildly, then flopped limp.
Splurt...
Legs gushing clear fluid, staining the carpet...
'......No more...'
She blacked out briefly.
“......”
The next day, she woke in her dorm.
[We'll talk why you were there next week at school...]
[For now, take care of yourself and rest...?]
Alongside a note on her desk, in rough masculine scrawl.