The Body Doesn't Lie

Jian had specifically told me not to look to the side, but there she was, unconsciously stealing glances at me every few moments. She said she wasn't interested, but she's watching pretty intently? It's completely different from when she watched the horror movie.

I was blatantly hard. I'd felt it myself during the hug in the last mission, but it was bigger than I'd imagined. It was information I hadn't wanted to know, yet now I knew it anyway. Even while sitting, it was pitching a tent so obvious you couldn't miss it.

But if we both grew conscious of it and fell silent, the mood would only turn strange. Jian forced herself to speak.

"Aren't you lucky?"

"Out of nowhere?"

"You like watching porn. You were watching it back in the reading room earlier, and you're watching it here too."

"...I thought we were supposed to forget about what happened earlier?"

"I never said that. And maybe cover your pants before you say something like that."

"Hey! This is involuntary!"

I covered my pants with my hands. Jian let out a small snort of laughter at the sight. But that was all. Compared to the absolute chaos she'd caused while watching the horror movie, getting hard from porn was nothing.

Seo Jian thought these missions seemed designed to torment only her, with me barely a factor. For a guy like Kim Hanbin who likes porn, making him watch it isn't hard at all.

The only one struggling was her. Horror movies were scary in their own way, and porn left her feeling strangely unsettled and uncomfortable. Yet this time the reward ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was delicious only for Kim Hanbin.

Jian sighed and turned her eyes back to the screen. Well, what can I do? Since this guy can't study at all, I should at least let him have this.

"...... Um."

"What?"

I answered her meaningless "um" with a "what."

"Nothing."

"Yeah."

Sometimes these pointless exchanges actually lead to real conversation.

"But you know..."

"Yeah."

On the screen the man was gripping the woman's breasts with everything he had. There was no way milk would come out, but even to Jian it looked painful. The man sank his teeth into her nipple.

Jian couldn't take it anymore and blurted out the question floating in her head with zero filter.

"Have you... you know... ever done it?"

"...D-done what?"

"What do you mean, what?" I jerked my chin at the screen. "I'm asking if you've had sex."

"Of course I haven't."

"Right. I figured."

"......"

A brief silence fell. Once again Jian spoke first.

"Why aren't you asking me?"

"Was that the flow of the conversation?"

"...I haven't done it either, so don't get any weird ideas."

"I haven't done it either, you know?"

In the video, the man and woman were going at it with full-powered sex.

"Still... it's surprising. Didn't you have a girlfriend back in high school? I think I overheard it somewhere."

"What? When did you hear that?"

"Just... you know. When you're lying down during self-study, you hear everything the kids next to you are saying."

"Ugh. Creepy. I just got goosebumps."

Jian rubbed her arms. I raised my voice like I was being wronged.

"You guys were talking so loud I couldn't help but hear it! Honestly, that Park Hojun has such a big voice. It made me learn rumors from other classes too."

"I wasn't the one chattering during self-study, okay? It was the kids next to me. I was actually studying. I just gave them a few words when they talked to me, so I guess that's when you heard it."

"......"

On the screen the man spread the woman's ass wide with both hands. Her exposed pink asshole filled the frame in extreme close-up. He immediately shoved a finger straight into it. The woman screamed in pleasure from the stimulation hitting both holes at once.

Jian's eyes stayed glued to the screen, but her mind was frantically trying to fill itself with other thoughts. "...And I did get confessed to and dated someone, but we broke up fast because I wouldn't meet up often."

"That's the first I'm hearing about it."

"You were asleep during self-study then."

"......"

"Anyway, she was pretty intense. It was right before the sixth mock exam, but she suddenly wanted to go play in Incheon. I think it was for some festival. I don't really remember."

Plop. The cock slid out of her pussy. A huge load of semen poured out like a cork had been pulled. The slightly gaping entrance twitched and clenched. Even after coming once the man still wasn't satisfied; he rubbed his glistening glans, slick with her juices, against her entrance again. The woman came like a fountain from how good it felt.

Jian unconsciously rubbed her thighs together. At the same time I tugged at my waistband because my position felt uncomfortable. We both felt awkward, silently fixing our postures and sitting up properly with straight backs.

This time I spoke first.

"So you broke up right after that?"

"...It wasn't like we broke up after just one time. I turned her down because I didn't have time. But dating costs a lot of money. You... probably noticed. My family isn't doing well. I didn't have the luxury to go on dates. After I refused a few times, she dumped me."

"Ah, I see."

Truthfully I was flustered by the sudden TMI. I'd only kept the conversation going because it felt too awkward to focus on the porn. Jian seemed to be in the same boat. Right then the woman on screen was eagerly sucking the cock with wet chup, chup, slurp sounds.

Fellatio felt even more embarrassing than sex itself.

"Hey, but you and I are different, right?"

"Different how?"

"You're a virgin. I'm not."

"Hah, really. From what you said it didn't even last a month."

I shook my head. Then I turned the question back on her.

"Then have you at least kissed? If you have, I'll count it as dating experience."

"Who the hell are you to decide what counts?"

"If you haven't, then you're a virgin too."

"H-high school couples obviously do at least that much!"

"Really? Then never mind."

Despite her confident tone, Jian didn't actually have any proper dating experience. The closest thing she could count was linking fingers on the way home from school. Even that hadn't been her idea; the girl had initiated. There were times she'd switched her phone to silent and ignored her because replying to one message meant three hours of texting. There were times she'd accidentally answered a call and ended up stuck for over two hours.

To Jian, dating had only left behind annoying memories. Lighthearted acceptances of confessions when she wasn't even interested, just because her friends said she should. It was probably hard to even call that real dating. Of course she had zero kissing experience. Much less the intense, saliva-swapping kind the couple on screen was doing now.

The woman stuck out her pierced tongue, and the man sucked on it like ice cream. They drank each other's saliva without hesitation. While their mouths were locked in a deep kiss, his hands kneaded her breasts and she stroked his softening cock until it made wet, filthy sounds.

"......"

"......"

Gulp. We swallowed at almost the same time. Just watching quietly was enough to make the mood feel strange. The space between our thighs grew hot, our lower stomachs felt oddly empty, our ears burned, and because of it we became painfully aware of the person beside us. Even though our heads insisted the other person was just a friend, our bodies instinctively recognized the opposite sex. The male sensed the female beside him, and the female sensed the male beside her.

Just like my cock had grown hard, Jian's nipples were stiff inside her bra. But it was 'still' too soon. While we both cleared our dry throats with awkward coughs, the video finally ended.

The screen immediately went black, and text floated up.

"......"

"......"

We stared blankly at the screen for a moment. Then Jian shot to her feet.

"I-I'm going to the bathroom first?! It's urgent!"

"...Y-yeah."

Left alone in the rest area, I subtly lowered my head to look at my pants. I tugged at the waistband and adjusted my posture. For some reason it felt strangely unpleasant. "Haa, it's gross."

I didn't need to look inside my pants to know my underwear was soaked with precum.

The lock clicked! The moment she entered the stall she fastened it. And, as always, she didn't lift the toilet cover and simply dropped down onto the seat.

"Hwaaaaa..."

It felt like she came straight here every time a mission ended. Jian let out ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a long sigh. She hadn't actually needed to use the bathroom. But it wasn't the kind of thing she could check in the reading room, so she'd ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠come in here instead.

She lifted her hips slightly and pulled down her pants and panties. Her groin and thighs were exposed; she slid them down further until they hung loosely around her knees, then sat again.

"Ah, shit."

The light gray cotton panties she'd changed into that morning were darkly stained. This sticky sensation. She'd been trying so hard not to notice it until now. While talking normally with me she'd desperately ignored the heat coming from between her legs. This was the result.

In the end her panties were too ruined to wear again.

"...I guess I need to start bringing spare panties from home now."

Jian muttered, clutching her hair.