Chapter 35
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 35
Chapter Title: Meeting (2)
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In front of the Chancellor's office entrance, Cheon So-yul leaned against the wall, idly passing the time in a daze.
The reason was that Yang Chan-ho, the so-called hero, and Lee Hyun-jin's private meeting still hadn't ended.
The fact that they'd sent her away just to see Hyun-jin alone meant there had to be a good reason for it.
Maybe something personal involving Hyun-jin, she speculated cautiously.
'If it's important, he'll tell me later.'
One could argue she was the only one shut out, but she didn't feel particularly resentful about it. It wasn't that big a deal.
They spent plenty of time together during the semester anyway, so she'd hear about most things naturally.
Chatting about all sorts of useless nonsense while hanging out had a way of making that happen.
Cheon So-yul tuned out the faint voices drifting from beyond the Chancellor's office door.
Glancing at her wristwatch, she saw that two-thirds of lunchtime had already slipped by.
'...No lunch for me today.'
The entire lunch break had been eaten up by this meeting with the Chancellor. It was a bit annoying, but since it was important, she calmed herself by deciding to understand.
Whatever it was, it probably related to the Blue Pine Festival. Knowing the schedule in advance couldn't hurt.
Cheon So-yul gently closed her eyes and sank into thought, feeling the faint tickle of her thin eyelashes against her eyelids.
...When was the last time she'd actually sparred with Hyun-jin?
'The rankings tournament, right...?'
Hmm. That seemed most likely. Their personal scuffles didn't really count as proper matches—just childish pranks.
Anyway, what had been the result back then?
'I lost.'
At the end of a recent memory, Cheon So-yul vividly recalled her defeat.
The battlefield had been a snowy wasteland, no less, which made facing him a nightmare.
The area was perpetually shrouded in chilling air year-round, so how well could an ice mage perform there?
It was like a fish in water. Not just a metaphor—he'd darted around like he owned the place, toying with her mercilessly.
She barely got off a single proper lightning strike before his palm hit her back, turning her into an ice statue.
And then Hyun-jin, having subdued Ice Statue Version of Cheon So-yul, built an igloo around her from top to bottom to keep her from getting cold...
'...Shouldn't have remembered that.'
Cheon So-yul's face twisted. Honestly? Her mood back then had been... really bad. Extremely so. Of course.
It wasn't just a loss; he'd toyed with her like an adult bullying a child. How could she have felt good about that?
Cheon So-yul kicked the innocent floor for no reason. Thud thud.
"Hoo."
Fine, whatever. This worked out perfectly. No need to wait through those dragged-out ranking tournament rotations—she could settle the score at the Blue Pine Festival instead.
As long as the battlefield wasn't rigged to favor him again, she had zero doubt she'd avoid another one-sided beatdown.
Right there in front of a huge crowd, and with the broadcast reaching practically the whole nation, making Hyun-jin kneel before her...?
"...Hmmm."
Not bad at all. On stage, Hyun-jin looking up at her with humiliated eyes!
Just imagining it lifted her mood a bit.
'Should I grind my heel into him? Nah, that might be too much. But knowing him, he'd probably like it if I stepped on him with my foot...'
Cheon So-yul was nodding vigorously, her head filled with idle fantasies, when—
The Chancellor's office door creaked open again, and Hyun-jin emerged.
Like a haughty cat, she peeled herself off the wall and sauntered over to him, making it clear she hadn't been waiting long.
She murmured as if talking to herself.
"No time for lunch. You took too long."
"... ."
"What now? Head back to the classroom early? Or hit the vending machine quick...?"
When she turned her head, Cheon So-yul paused, lips pressed tight, eyebrow twitching.
"What's with you?"
Hyun-jin's expression was off—uncharacteristically serious, like he'd heard some heavy news.
And not just that. Only after she awkwardly nudged his ankle did he finally turn to her.
"...Ah."
As if he'd been lost in deep thought and only now noticed her.
Hyun-jin scratched his cheek with a complicated, ambiguous look.
"Sorry. What'd you say?"
"...No lunch. So I said let's go back to class."
"Mm, yeah."
Still dazed, Hyun-jin walked ahead.
Cheon So-yul stared in bewilderment and grabbed his collar from behind.
"Wrong way, idiot."
"Aha."
"...Hold my hand?"
"Nah, I'm good."
Brushing off her plea, Hyun-jin gave an awkward smile and turned around.
Thankfully, he got it right this time... but.
'...What's up with him?'
To her, it was a refreshingly unfamiliar attitude.
He rarely spaced out like this around her.
Didn't seem like the mood for vending machines. A bit hungry inside, Cheon So-yul pouted and trailed after him.
Glancing around, she finally asked about what happened in the office.
But.
"...Nothing much. Just asked about my master. Apparently they knew each other."
Hyun-jin's stiff response screamed he was hiding something.
Naturally, her gaze flicked to his ears. They twitched nervously.
'Always terrible at lying, that guy.'
Cheon So-yul clicked her tongue inwardly but didn't press further.
"Sheesh."
Instead, she clamped her mouth shut and lightly kicked his calf. Thud!
"...Why'd you hit me?"
Hyun-jin turned with an exasperated look. He'd mostly regained his usual expression by then... but.
Cheon So-yul easily picked up that he was still mulling something over.
And in these cases, prying directly wouldn't work.
Despite appearances, he was surprisingly tight-lipped.
If he couldn't say it, he wouldn't—not even to his closest friend. No exceptions.
That serious side was a nice contrast to his usual image. It was part of what had drawn her to him in the first place...
'...Anyway.'
Not important now. She stepped ahead, spun in front of him while walking backward, locking eyes intensely.
"If you need help, just say so anytime. I welcome any request from you."
She said it a tad dramatically.
Hyun-jin paused, then let out an incredulous chuckle.
"...What's this? Trying to be nice? What're you gonna make me owe you for?"
"Hm, who knows. Night service?"
"You're already doing that."
"Feels different. You can tell from the nuance, right?"
Cheon So-yul flashed a playful smile, and Hyun-jin froze again.
He let out a short sigh, his face twisting uncomfortably.
She blinked, gaze dropping slightly.
"... ."
"... ."
An awkward silence settled between them. Cheon So-yul scratched her cheek embarrassedly and muttered, averting her eyes.
"I didn't mean it like that."
"...Sigh."
"I-I mean, still, at school it's best to exercise some self-control, kyaa!"
Hyun-jin suddenly grabbed her wrist. His rare forceful grip made her bite her lip and roll her eyes.
They'd just reached the empty second-year Class A classroom.
He shut the door a bit roughly, dragged her to the wall, plopped her in a chair, and leaned against the wall at an angle.
Naturally, her eye level aligned with his lower body. Her pupils shook as she swallowed dryly. Gulping.
"...You serious?"
"Perfect, no one's here. Lunchtime—everyone's out."
"N-No. But this is a classroom. Academy grounds, school. This is going too far..."
"You started it. Let me finish."
At his abrupt interruption, Cheon So-yul clamped her mouth shut, face flushing like it might explode.
"Y-You're acting weird... You weren't like this. Distorted libido or something? Thrill-seeking?"
She couldn't understand. Sure, she'd teased him outside, but this sudden demand for relief?
It defied common sense... Was this what they called outdoor play or whatever?
'...Wait, could it be?'
Suddenly, realization dawned like a lightbulb over her head.
It felt like she could guess.
...Awakeners' minor habits, quirks, or personality types often evolved with their traits.
For her, with a simple trait enhancing mana attribute efficiency, she was more sensitive to mana flows via her senses.
A telepath somewhere would excel at reading minds.
Even Yang Chan-ho was famous for his extra ability to clean super fast with a mop—he'd mentioned it on a show once.
'...But why was the Chancellor's office such a mess?'
She brushed off the stray thought. Focus: not the hero's laziness, but Hyun-jin's trait.
...Given precedents, what quirks would someone with a 'sex'-related trait develop?
Especially Hyun-jin, activating his first trait in nearly a decade since awakening...
'...This guy's insane.'
Cheon So-yul realized.
'No way, for real?'
Now she knew the truth, quite unintentionally.
An overwhelming physical urge, far beyond normal.
'...So that's how he handled two each in just two days?'
Her suspicion turned to certainty, and as she looked up at him with exasperation and irritation—
Just then, Hyun-jin undid his belt, dropping his uniform pants and underwear.
Thud!
"Urk."
His rigid member slapped her cheek.
Her head jerked sideways; Hyun-jin flinched at the sight.
'...?'
Cheon So-yul's mind flashed a question mark. Had she just been slapped on the cheek?
By, uh, a guy's dick?
She blinked blankly, hand hovering gingerly over her cheek.
Even Hyun-jin tensed, bracing for her angry backlash.
...But he was wrong.
"... ."
Surprisingly, Cheon So-yul stayed quiet. She just pursed her lips and looked up at him with an enigmatic gaze.
Hyun-jin felt his boiling lust, like endless rising lava, start to subside...
But now roles were reversed.
"Fine."
Curiosity sparked in her eyes.
"Whatever, I'll do it. Handjob? Or blowjob?"
Saying that, she'd already reached out and gripped his hot shaft.
Clumsy and unskilled, but the sudden handjob began.
*****
A different sensation from taking him inside her. She'd touched it with her hands before, but helping him finish like this was definitely a first.
So... naturally, it felt entirely new to Cheon So-yul.
'...It's hot.'
Yeah. Human body part and all, it made sense, but she could feel the warmth there.
Not scorching, but a pleasant heat.
'And it twitches more than I thought.'
Equally captivating was the throbbing.
The way it pulsed subtly whenever she stroked sensitive spots with her fingertips.
Instant feedback on every new touch... Her skill was building fast.
Before long, even her initially hesitant movements grew bolder and more confident.
Up and down lightly at first—pat pat pat—then varying her grip for diverse pleasure.
Smooth strokes with her thumb on the glans for finer stimulation.
"...Tch... ."
Hyun-jin's face shifted like a man struggling to hold back climax.
Furrowed brows were standard; he'd hunch his waist or bite his lip, tensing his thigh muscles.
Cheon So-yul loved those raw reactions. Her lips twitched into a grin; soon, she was smiling with her eyes.
When he pinned her down, thrust deep into her, and savored her moans and expressions—had he felt this thrill?
'So this is it.'
A revelation: the difference between the one in control and the one not in any sexual act.
More bluntly, rider versus ridden...
Her eyes curved into sly half-moons. Next time, she'd mount him and move her hips.
Watch his reactions, face, sounds from above.
Pat pat pat pat! Speeding up the friction between her palm and his shaft, she asked around then:
"...Feels good?"
"...!"
Squeezing a bit harder, she watched him grimace—the pressure hitting his most sensitive spot.
Miserable-looking, but not pure pain. Evidence: his quickening, pleasured breaths.
Cheon So-yul smirked crookedly and stood from the chair.
Stepping to his side.
Right hand still working him, of course. Half-leaning into his side, she kissed him.
A light lick at first, then tongues entwining, swapping saliva.
Hyun-jin gripped her nape, pulling her closer; she didn't resist his roughness.
The handjob had lasted less than five minutes.
Meanwhile, their senses extended outward from the classroom, scanning for intruders.
Cheon So-yul felt a thrilling unease.
Ah, we'll get caught someday at this rate. Regrettable, but better end quick. That was the thought.
'...I'm getting wet too.'
What if heat overtook them, consequences be damned, and they went at it?
Excitement would be off the charts, but mages prized clear minds.
Especially now, composure was key.
Cheon So-yul let out a twisted chuckle.
Slipping her left hand into her damp panties, she resolved to finish him, squeezing tighter.
With a somewhat feral smile, she warned Hyun-jin.
"...No more next time. Build some restraint—at least at school. Got it? I, ngh, won't do this twice..."
"... ."
Empty words, both knew. Neither would keep it.
Hyun-jin chuckled dryly, slipping his hand under her shirt.
This time, no mercy—he pinched one of her biggest weak points: the pert nipple at the peak of her breast.
"Nyaak?!"
With a sharp moan, her legs buckled; his shaft pulsed, spurting white semen.
The milky fluid soiled her skirt hem, shins, shoes, and the classroom floor.
"...Haaa..."
Cheon So-yul exhaled dreamily, then fumbled a handkerchief from her bosom with trembling hands.
A thin trail of drool at her lips, eyes blissfully unfocused.