Chapter 47
Chapter 47
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 47
Chapter Title: Park Chae-yeon
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'I wonder what it is.'
Chae-yeon stared blankly at the two empty seats, lost in thought.
The owners of those seats were her friend Na-young Han and Na-young's boyfriend, Ji-hoon Lee, who was also her friend.
'Why do those two keep leaving their seats empty lately?'
Before she knew it, there had come a point when the two of them started vanishing from their seats for quite a long time, over and over.
Whether they were at school or out hanging with the group, even recently when they stopped by the library claiming they had a study group, the pair always seemed to have secretly coordinated it—excusing themselves to the bathroom and staying gone for ages.
Chae-yeon had no idea what the two of them were doing in some place beyond her sight.
When they returned, their faces were oddly flushed, their breaths ragged, and Na-young looked utterly spent. Her legs trembled like she could barely stand after exerting herself that much, whether the absence was short or long.
"Chae-yeon. Chae-yeon."
"Ah, yeah......"
"What are you thinking about so intently?"
Mi-jin shot her a puzzled look and asked, since Chae-yeon clearly wasn't paying attention to the conversation.
"Just... they seem to be leaving their seats a lot lately."
"Ah... well, they're a couple, right? Probably sneaking off for a little date where no one's watching."
Chae-yeon had once thought the same thing herself.
"Yeah, I guess."
But not anymore.
For a so-called "little date," their bodies came back radiating far too much heat.
Even if she chalked up the heavy breathing to getting worked up from a kiss or something, why were Na-young's legs shaking like that?
Everything from one to ten was a total mystery.
Her head was swimming with questions that refused to resolve, constantly churning her thoughts into chaos until she just couldn't take it anymore.
"Wait... I'll be right back."
"Huh? Where? You're not going to them, are you? Just leave them alone...!"
Ignoring Mi-jin's attempt to stop her, Chae-yeon bolted out of the classroom.
"Haa... haa......"
She searched secluded spots where they might be hiding to do something naughty.
Every place that came to mind—one, two, three—she checked them all, but not a single strand of their hair was anywhere.
Where the hell in this cramped school were they hiding and doing whatever it was they were doing?
And why did Chae-yeon herself feel this suffocating tightness in her chest, this inexplicable displeasure?
Even though the two had been dating before she really got to know them, and they clearly loved each other deeply.
Her frantic sprint slowed to a jog, then a walk, and finally she stopped completely.
Chae-yeon twisted her delicate brow, panting from the run as she clutched her chest.
"It has nothing to do with me... none of my business......"
She couldn't even cheer on her friends' love.
"Pathetic......"
One feeling she'd tried so hard to ignore and look away from.
"I'm... such a shitty... trashy bitch......"
Chae-yeon finally had to admit that, at some point, she'd started harboring feelings for her precious friend's boyfriend.
She knew better than anyone that this was wrong, yet memories flashed by like a montage: all the pathetic things she'd done without hesitation just to get his attention.
Looking back now, it was a miracle Na-young hadn't said anything despite Chae-yeon acting so blatantly.
Maybe that's why Na-young's silence had only fueled her nerve, making her bolder and more aggressive.
"Haa... crazy bitch... crazy bitch... fucking insane bitch......"
She gripped her aching chest while pressing a hand to her throbbing forehead.
"Haa......"
Letting out endless sighs, she gazed out the hallway window.
Tiny houses and high-rises packed tightly together greeted her.
"What... do I even want?"
She pondered it while staring outside.
Na-young was precious to Chae-yeon.
Ji-hoon was too.
But if she had to choose just one of them, could she even do it?
Chae-yeon let out a hollow laugh and shook her head.
They were both so irreplaceably dear that she doubted she could pick.
To begin with.
"Even if I chose Ji-hoon, then what... you idiot......"
Ditching Na-young to go after Ji-hoon wouldn't even guarantee she'd get him.
Chae-yeon had never heard complaints about her looks—only endless compliments on how pretty she was—but standing next to Na-young made her understand the frog in the well all too well.
The gap in their appearances was an uncrossable chasm.
So choosing Ji-hoon would just end with her losing both of them.
"......"
She bit her lower lip at the grim reality.
It was heartbreakingly sad to crave her friend's boyfriend like an idiot, only to have no choice but to give up because she was never in the running to begin with. And yet, in a way, it was a relief.
"This... this is the right thing......"
No excuse could justify it—it was just wrong.
Better this way.
Better...
With a heavier, more uncomfortable, and gloomier heart than before, Chae-yeon gave up searching and turned back toward her class.
Along the way.
"Earlier, I saw Na-young and her boyfriend... uh... what was his name? Anyway, they headed up to the rooftop."
"The rooftop's locked, though. Why go there?"
"Who knows? Maybe they forgot to lock it today. Or they're just getting frisky right in front of the door."
"Eek! So naughty!"
Two girls passed by Chae-yeon, chatting.
'The rooftop...?'
Come to think of it, she'd completely ruled it out as a possibility and hadn't even checked.
The odds were low, and she'd decided it was something she shouldn't do anyway.
But her feet were already carrying her toward the rooftop.
She reached the firmly shut door leading to the rooftop.
It should have been locked, but as soon as Chae-yeon touched it, the handle turned easily, and the door creaked open slowly.
"Ahng... ahng... J-Ji-hoon...!"
Na-young's lewd voice leaked through the narrow gap.
Chae-yeon's eyes went wide as she swallowed hard.
Ahng?
Ahng?
What the hell were they doing to make Na-young moan like that?
It sounded just like something out of an adult video.
Ignoring her pounding heart, Chae-yeon slowly peeked through the gap into the rooftop.
There, she saw Ji-hoon hugging Na-young from behind, freely groping her breasts.
Chae-yeon jolted in shock and embarrassment.
Just recently, they'd been a new couple with glacial progress—barely at kissing.
Had they already gone all the way to giving their bodies to each other?!
"Whoa... whoa......"
Na-young, whose breasts were relatively large for her age.
She'd handed them over completely to Ji-hoon, letting him ravage them this way and that, her face flushed with pleasure.
Even as another girl looking on, Chae-yeon couldn't help gulping at that lustful, obscene expression.
Ji-hoon's hands didn't let up.
One hand kneading her breast slid down her stomach and side, then hiked up her skirt to stroke her plump thighs.
"Ahn... J-Ji-hoon...!"
From the practiced way he explored her body, it seemed like they'd been at this far longer than Chae-yeon had imagined.
Na-young, on the receiving end, was just as accustomed to it.
The hand caressing her thigh soon moved to her crotch, slipping inside her panties.
"You're soaked."
"Ugh......!"
H-his fingers... brushing over her drenched pussy... glistened with what looked like Na-young's juices.
Showing it to her on purpose made Na-young's face burn bright red with shame.
"Why are you so wet?"
"B-because... I want your thing inside me quick... hehe."
"My Na-young's such a perv."
"Yeah... I'm a perv. So punish me, Ji-hoon."
Na-young grinding her ass against his crotch while spewing such filthy words felt utterly alien.
Chae-yeon had always talked a big game about sex with her friends, but in truth, she'd barely watched porn—maybe countable on one hand—and masturbated about as infrequently.
Still, she'd shared naughty stories often because the reactions from pure Na-young, Eun-bi, and intriguingly curious Mi-jin were fun.
But the innocent Na-young from back then was gone. The one before Chae-yeon's eyes now was more lascivious than anyone.
She even braced her hands against the wall, sticking her ass out.
Skirt hiked up, exposing her ass and pussy without a care, she wiggled her hips enticingly at Ji-hoon.
"You're right. Time to punish you."
Ji-hoon grinned lecherously as he fumbled with his pants, pulling out a massive rod and approaching Na-young.