Stay Put If You're Innocent (2)
I arrived at school. I ran into the janitor and exchanged light greetings.
"You here early for night classes, or trying to leave before everyone else? Bit late for lunch, though."
"Something came up and I was late, but I figured I'd at least show my face."
It was already so late that chatting with him didn't feel like a waste. Plus, this shabby-looking guy was one of the few who hadn't openly treated me like a rapist before my regression.
Rumor had it he'd been a top university student once, but went through something similar to me in his youth and his life fell apart afterward, leaving him like this.
Unlike those bitches, I wasn't the type to obsess over some stranger's life, so all I knew were bits like that. Still, I pretended to take an interest, treating him warmly.
He did all sorts of dirty work for the school, got ignored by students, and slaved away under near-exploitative conditions from the chairwoman. So he must've liked that I appreciated his efforts—he even patted my shoulder.
A sour sweat stench wafted over, but I could endure that much. I'd probably need to borrow his quarters a lot later, and it wasn't just empty flattery. He was one of the few decent staff members at this school.
I parted ways with the janitor and headed to the classroom.
The door slid open with a drrrk—everyone stared at me. Class was in session, after all. I bowed my head politely to the math teacher—who was plowing through a lesson no one was listening to, his bald spot advancing as fast as the curriculum—then went to my seat.
My spot was near the front, so I couldn't see the four of them. But the prickling on the back of my neck told me those bitches were glaring daggers.
Or maybe not just them.
I let a faint smile creep onto my face—one no one else could see—as I pulled a textbook from my bag.
Too many stares for just one or two. And they stung. Not just the kids behind me; even those next to and in front of me had twisted around to gawk.
Word had spread already? The lawsuit was filed just the other day—pretty damn fast. Twirling my pen between my fingers, I side-eyed the girl diagonally to my left.
There was Yujin, legs crossed under her short uniform skirt. Even in class, she'd whipped out her phone and was texting someone—the math teacher didn't dare stop her.
That bitch was probably spreading it live right now, no doubt.
I'd told her to come to school, but actually showing up? I'd thought I'd crushed her good, but she'd recovered already?
Our eyes met. She flinched for a split second, then bared her fangs and glared back. Must've been her friends beside her, but not buckling under my pressure was impressive.
I gripped the twirling pen tight. Eyes back on my desk, I started scribbling in my notebook. Not math formulas, of course—plans for what came next. With Yujin here, they needed tweaking.
Thinking about what I'd do soon made my cock twitch a bit. Not sure if that was good or bad yet.
After a night of Yujin abusing my dick, then arguing with that bastard cop while hiding the judo club uniform inside—it was enough to kill me from exhaustion, and I hadn't slept.
Still, I swallowed a sigh and pretended to focus on class. Not just Yujin—everyone was staring. Felt like the school's idol. In the worst way, opposite of Yujin.
Math class ended. Break time, but the class stayed hushed. The teacher knew damn well what was up; probably scared of backlash, he mumbled a goodbye, grabbed his stuff, and bolted.
Once he was gone, a few kids stood and crept toward me. The four who'd falsely accused me? Chatting away like they didn't give a shit.
What a pain in the ass... What happened at this point before regression?
Got bullied, I think? Happened so much I couldn't remember details. No need to go through it again, though.
I stood from my chair.
"What?"
They'd come at me aggressively, but my calm preemptive strike threw them off. One got shoved forward and grilled me on the truth.
"I didn't touch her."
I said it boldly.
Probably answered the same back then. But that time, I'd already begged those bitches to forgive a crime I didn't commit—couldn't act this confident.
My brazen attitude left them speechless; they slunk back to their seats. All but one.
He glanced at Yujin—or more precisely, her crossed thighs—then shot me a glare.
Why the hassle? Then it hit me: one of the many guys who crushed on Yujin. Like the rest, too chicken to confess and got rejected. Later became her stalker, got sued, ended up in prison—I remembered the news.
"What? Spit it out if you've got something to say."
I pressed. He flinched, spooked. But only for a moment. That young male urge to show off and establish dominance kicked in—now he couldn't back down.
Class had gone quiet, so Yujin's typing echoed loud. Bell rang right then. As it faded, he whispered in my ear to follow him to the bathroom later. No running, or else.
I returned to my seat, rubbing my heavy eyelids. No time for this childish crap.
I eyed the pre-regression stalker with pity as he sat. If he knew those hands Yujin had subtly manipulated to bully me had gripped my cock tight just hours ago—what face would he make?
I decided to accept his challenge. Leave him be, and he'd become Yujin's stalker, ruin his life. Time to save the poor bastard.
"Ugh!" The guy hit the floor with a groan.
Not me, obviously.
Thanks to keeping Minhui in mind, the martial arts I'd learned pre-regression finally paid off big.
Never got to use it properly back then—shot before I could. Felt good now, though. Wondered how much technique my untrained younger body could handle. Strength lagged from the age drop, but my moves flowed better than before.
And he was even less trained.
Why pick a fight, though? Lost his mind over a girl?
"Want more?"
I asked the downed guy.
No need or reason to follow and beat his ass. Assault charges on top of the rape suit? Bad news. Wasn't even mad—just pitied him. Blinded by Yujin's face, tits, ass, thighs, whatever.
He tossed a clichéd "You'll see!" at me and scrammed with his friends. I dismissed him instantly, pulling out my phone.
Dragged out during self-study—the last class—plenty of time before dismissal. Enough to handle business.
But...
I splashed water on my face at the sink, dark circles starting to form. Exhausted. Someone might say don't complain when you're getting perks.
But I wasn't thrilled. Had to do it, so I was.
I texted Yujin from memory—the pic I'd snapped last night. Her sweat-soaked bed.
Wished I could send her begging for my cock or mouth full of my cum to break her spirit. But school? Someone might peek—no dice.
Waited. Notifications didn't just ping—they exploded, one after another.
No need to check. All vicious curses. My reply to the dozens? One message.
The torrent stopped dead. I pocketed my phone and stepped out of the men's bathroom.
Waited. Yujin appeared in the hall, hunched low to avoid detection from ongoing classes, shuffling toward me. Pathetic sight.
She marched right up and grabbed my collar.
After last night's "education," still bold enough to touch me first? Impressive, almost.
"Wanna die?"
She growled low.
"Think what you want. If you wanna hear Minjun's take on that video I took last night, though."
"...That was your plan from the start? All that deal bullshit was a lie—just bait to film and blackmail me."
Her grip tightened on my collar, then slackened. She dropped her gaze to my chest.
I followed, looking down.
She'd come to school after that, spread rumors to attack me—seemed fine. But now? Not so much.
Inside a roofed building, yet the floor was wet with raindrops.
I looked up, grinning at the crying Yujin.
"Deal's still on. You keep your end, I keep mine."
"...."
"Forgot to set an expiration. Dumb, right? Nine times left—if you claim you'll finish in ten years."
She lifted her head. Eyes brimming, but fists clenched like ripping her skirt, eyes narrowed—her old fire back.
I smiled brighter. That's it. Now it's fun to break.
"You bastard. Keep your promise."
I nodded, grabbed her wrist to drag her into the bathroom. She shook her head desperately—no way in hell. Force it, she'd scream. I paused.
"What? Where then?"
"Wait a bit and go to my house, you horny mutt...!"
I pointed between my legs with my gripping hand. My rock-hard cock bulged obviously through my pants.
"Can't you see? I'm a horny dog, like you said."
"Still—not here! ...I absolutely can't go in there!"
She whisper-yelled. I released her wrist, tugging my waistband.
"So what?"
I eyed her like I'd strip any second, just like before.
She hesitated, sighed, then fed me exactly what I wanted.
"Chairwoman's office. I have the key."
Chairwoman. Yujeong. Yujin's mother.
My next target.