35. Distortion (Distortion)
35. Distortion (Distortion)
"Yuriel, do you know why rabbits are strong?"
"What is it."
"It's because they've got hoppin' guts and guns! Wow!"
"Stop talking bullshit again."
Today was also peaceful in the after-school classroom of Seowol Academy. Class 1's classroom, which normally would have been empty and quiet by now, was unusually loud and bustling today.
Seowol Academy Summer Festival.
Except for some students preparing for the tournament, it was like sweet rain to the academy cadets who, ever since entering in March, had spent all day sparring and staring at magic circles.
From the class-specific experience booths prepared with one heart and mind by putting their heads together, to street performances and busking singing of their dreams amidst the bustling crowd, and the colorful fireworks wrapping up the end of the festival... the romantic feelings between men and women blooming amidst a festival period lasting nearly two weeks...
Ah, I hope all couples drop dead. I hate seeing them sucking and licking each other.
If I had possessed a male body, I would've gladly participated in the festival and dropped a confession. But unfortunately, I possessed a female body and am going through this misery.
Because of my snarky words and behavior at the beginning of the semester, not many cadets approached me at first. But as time diluted those behaviors and thanks to my active role as the face of Class 1 in the inter-class sparring matches held every two weeks, my current perception among my classmates is reportedly converging on the opinion: "Could it be that she's not snarky, just unsociable?" I don't know whether I should be glad about this or not.
Anyway, thanks to that, lately, kids who want to get close to me show up occasionally. They don't really do that when I'm with that bastard Siwoo, but very occasionally when Siwoo and I are apart, they approach me and strike up a conversation.
Honestly, apart from the bastards who obviously have romantic interest and keep glancing at my body while talking to me, I don't hate it. There's no reason to hate it. There's no reason to hate it, but...
『Ah, Yuriel. Are you reading that book too?』
『No. This is a pillow substitute.』
『Ah... Is that so? But Yuriel, you seem to sleep a lot. You must have trouble sleeping at night. By any chance, are you the type who can't sleep well unless it's your own home?』
『No, I sleep all day in the dormitory.』
『Ah... Is that so?』
...I'm the problem. Perhaps because for over ten years since possession, I practically had no peers to hang out with other than that bastard Siwoo, whenever someone says something, I'm supposed to keep the conversation going, but I just can't.
I wasn't originally this kind of person. With my sociability having dropped to a stray-dog-trash level at some point, I let out a deep sigh and gave bastard Siwoo a knuckle-banger on the head.
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"This is all your fault."
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Looking at bastard Siwoo, who stared at me with a dumbfounded, blank face as if bewildered by the sudden assault to the back of his head, a thought suddenly struck me.
...Could it be that I really won't make a single friend until I graduate from the academy?
At the beginning of the semester, I thought I wouldn't have to worry about anything as long as I had bastard Siwoo, but whenever I see cadets gathering in cozy groups of three or four and happily socializing, I get a weird, indescribable feeling. In the first place, I can only enjoy 6 hours a day, yet I spend the whole day talking nonsense with bastard Siwoo.
But what pisses me off even more is that bastard Siwoo is strangely an insider in the class. Sometimes when I hear bullshit from afar like the girls saying bastard Siwoo is chic or cool because he's taciturn, I feel like throwing up. No matter how I look at it, it's just thanks to his gigolo-like pretty face. It makes no sense.
Once, a girl interested in Siwoo secretly came to me and asked if I happened to be Siwoo's girlfriend.
"Ah, now that I think about it, I'm so pissed off."
"? Hey, why are you hitting me again - "
"Just take some more beatings, you."
Thus, even while the class booths were busily operating, I kept hammering bastard Siwoo with knuckle-bangers in the very back row. Of course, after setting up a soundproofing barrier.
"Ah, wait a minute, you don't know because you haven't been hit, but your fists really hurt..."
"You fucking bastard, you fuckin—?!"
As I suddenly shriveled my body and let out a small moan, Siwoo widened his eyes as if asking why I was suddenly acting like that.
"Are you okay?"
"......It's nothing."
...I really need to buy underwear. At the beginning of the semester, I was fine when fabric brushed against my nipples, but now it's getting genuinely dangerous. As soon as I go back today, I've got to order some underwear. This is all because of those damn secondary sexual characteristics.
Siwoo made a strange expression watching me, then widened his eyes as if he had remembered something and said to me,
"Oh right. Did you wash my underwear?"
"......Ah, yeah."
...Fuck. I had barely forgotten about it.
At Siwoo's words, the crazy bullshit that happened in my dorm last night without even sleeping began to surface in my mind.
Throughout the morning, I had been extremely stressed because of the disgraceful behavior that popped up vividly no matter how much I tried to erase it from my memory, and now that I had finally pushed it below consciousness, feeling that memory crawling up again, I pressed my throbbing head hard with my fingers.
I think I know the reason. It must be due to a sudden rut caused by secondary sexual characteristics. It's not like I was hypnotized or anything, but no matter how I think about it, suddenly doing that crazy stunt means the author must have made some perverted background settings about Yuriel. Fuck, what a gloomy bastard.
Perhaps the scent of bastard Siwoo—who is just a stray dog trash in front of me but outwardly an alpha male—intertwined with Yuriel's rut after twenty years, causing me to do such things yesterday. Now it makes sense.
Actually, I can understand this much. If my heart had beaten wildly or something when I met bastard Siwoo this morning, I would have committed suicide right on the spot, but judging by how he's as annoying as hell to death just like usual, that wasn't the case. It'll probably calm down a bit after a few months.
Tidying up my thoughts like that, I summoned a paper bag into the air with magic, and bastard Siwoo took the paper bag with the words, "This is amazing no matter how many times I see it."
"Thank you, thank you. I should've asked you sooner... huh?"
"Why."
"...No, by any chance, didn't you see my white drawers?"
"Ah, that......"
...I couldn't possibly say, "I sniffed it all day yesterday while masturbating, then left it on the bed and didn't bring it." How could I say that? I'd rather bite my tongue and die, seriously.
"...Didn't you just imagine it? I didn't even touch the paper bag and cast Cleanse right away."
"Is that so...? I must have been mistaken then."
...It's a relief that bastard is an idiot. If bastard Siwoo ever found out about this fact, I'd seriously die of embarrassment.
The thick-headed bastard Siwoo nodded as if convinced by my words, and said to me, who was secretly smiling in relief:
"Hey, by any chance, would it be okay if I impose on you like this for a little while?"
"For what."
"Can you wash my clothes in my place until my washing machine gets fixed?"
"Ah."
...
Is it right to do it?
If by any chance, really by any chance, I do that kind of thing one more time.......
...
"......Whatever."
No, there's no way that'll happen. Yesterday was my first rut so I did it without realizing. Now that I know, even if a rut comes, I can resolve it by myself.
...Even if I happen to do it, it's not my fault, it's purely the fault of this body that got hit by secondary sexual characteristics. It'll subside after a little while.
...It shouldn't matter much. It's not like I'll be like that for the rest of my life.
Because we kept talking nonsense with Siwoo, I couldn't hear what they were saying, but having successfully finished voting for the class booths, I walked along with Siwoo and arrived at the dorm.
"See you tomorrow."
"Yeah, fuck off."
Flipping off bastard Siwoo as usual, I pressed my finger firmly to open the door lock equipped with a fingerprint sensor, and then stepped into my room.
Ah, that's right. Come to think of it, the instructor in charge told me to come after school because they needed help. I completely forgot. I need to change clothes quickly and—
"I should buy underwear."
...I should buy underwear. I almost forgot.
Because of my sensitive nipples that react to the slightest touch these days, honestly, daily life is burdensome. Just like earlier, it was a good thing bastard Siwoo didn't notice. If he had found out, I almost would've died of embarrassment.
"Ah, so that's why. But if you feel it that much, isn't your life already over? Pfft, hilarious."
...? What was that sound just now next to me.......
"Yuriel, don't pay attention to it and focus on buying underwear."
...Right, what am I thinking about? Stop thinking about worthless stuff and think about buying underwear. Underwear.
Along with the pleasant sensation that makes my head hazy whenever I enter my room these days, gripped by a sense of obligation that 'I must buy underwear within today,' I naturally sat on the chair and accessed the Seowol Academy exclusive store.
Seowol Academy Exclusive Store. This program, whose presence in a fantasy worldview is totally inexplicable, is a special in-pocket purchasing program given exclusively to Seowol Academy cadets upon admission, allowing them to buy various items like clothing, weapons, and elixirs much cheaper than their actual price.
For the first clothing purchase after entering Seowol Academy to be underwear—engulfed by a sense of unexplainable embarrassment, I clicked on the clothing-only category.
Swallowing hard as I entered the women's underwear category, various kinds of underwear that I had never seen before were lined up in a row.
"...There are so many fascinating things."
A bra doesn't mean it's just any bra. Scrolling up and down, I soon clicked on the product that looked the most ordinary.
"It's not like I'm buying it to show anyone, so I'll just buy about ten of the same sports bras and..."
"No way. Yuriel, think carefully. Is buying a sports bra really the right choice?"
"......Eh......?"
"Yuriel, you're buying underwear because of your utterly vulgar nipple and clitoral sensitivity, right."
...Right. My body reacts even when fabric brushes against it when moving... That's why I was buying underwear....
"But is there any need to choose something with such a wide surface area? Really?"
"...Is, is that so......?"
"You should just buy underwear small enough to cover just your nipples and clitoris. Right."
...It kinda feels that way too. In the first place, the reason I'm buying underwear is because my nipples and clitoris are excessively lewd, so buying underwear that only covers those parts is much more.......
"......Eh? S, something's weird......."
"What's weird about it. This is common sense that doesn't even need to be questioned in the first place. Isn't it obvious?"
...Right. What am I thinking right now? For a woman like me whose nipples and clitoris react just by brushing against things, buying underwear that covers just those parts is much more efficient.
...Must be because I'm tired. Doubting obvious common sense like that.
Feeling slightly ashamed of myself for the foolish thought I had briefly entertained, I scratched my head and exited the product page I had just entered.
"T, then what kind of bra should I......"
"And you keep saying strange things right now, it's not a bra, it's a nipple cover. It's not panties, you should call it a pussy cover. Hurry up."
"......R, right....... I forgot......."
My head keeps getting hazier and my thoughts keep tangling. Startled by the drool leaking from my gaping mouth that had been open since who knows when, I immediately closed my mouth and wiped around it with Cleanse.
"Pfft, even so, you're going to get cum dumped inside you over and over in a bit anyway, so it's meaningless. Making such a fuss."
"......?"
"No, no. You should focus on buying underwear right now. Come on, search for it. Micro bikini."
"...Micro... bikini......."
"Good girl."
Having been struck by the sudden thought that 'I must search for a micro bikini,' when I came to my senses, I was already swallowing hard at pictures of women wearing nipple covers that looked vulgar at a single glance.
"......Ah..."
"Found it at last. Right."
"......Yeah... Good thing......."
"Let's see, yeah. This one's the best. Looks the most vulgar. Suits Yuriel."
"Suits me.......?"
"Of course it suits you. Since Yuriel has a madly vulgar body, naturally your pussy cover and nipple cover have to be vulgar too. Right?"
"......I, it seems so......."
Since I'm a vulgar female who feels it just by brushing against things, naturally I have to wear a vulgar nipple cover. Obvious common sense. With such thoughts, Yuriel—who couldn't even dream of it just 10 minutes ago—purchased all the ultra-mini nipple covers designed for outrageously lewd, vulgar females in every provocative color.
"......Why is shopping every single time so exhausting. I can never do this agai......."
"Where do you think you're stopping. There's still so much left to buy."
"......Can't do it......."
"Since I need to give you some variety for a change of pace sometimes, let's buy some heart-shaped nipple patches too. In every color. Ah, it'd probably be hot if you walked around with band-aids stuck on your nipples and pussy sometimes."
"......Eh......?"
"What are you doing? Hurry up and buy them."
......
For some reason I don't know at all, seized by a sense of obligation that I must give someone unusual pleasure to make them happy, I was finally able to break free from the inexplicable sense of duty only after buying all sorts of vulgar nipple covers and pussy covers in the clothing section.
"......It's all over now. Now I should quickly change clothes and go meet the instructor in charge......."
"What kind of bullshit are you talking about? There's so much to do today. Quickly bring the underwear scattered on the bed."
"......Ah..."
"Because you didn't know how to masturbate yesterday, you were rutting around shaking your waist in the air like a monkey, and that was so fucking hilarious! Let's do that one more time. Hurry up."
"......Ugh......."
"You've got to masturbate all day by yourself so you don't go into heat at the academy. Because Yuriel is a lewd female who goes into heat at all times. Right?"
"Y, yeah.... Since I'm a lewd female......."
"Pfft, what secondary sexual characteristics? Did you call it a rut? It's hilarious to death how you proudly talk bullshit. Well, thanks to that, distorting your thoughts was quite easy though."
"......B, but this feels kind of weird......."
"Hey, don't be annoying and shove your nose in quickly."
......
Plop.
"Ah, it's here... The good feeling......."
"Now, Yuriel. Today we're going to practice coming just by sniffing the scent and shaking your waist in the air. It was so funny yesterday. Come on, you gotta move your hips, right?"
"Hnnng..., hnnngh......"
"Harder. You have to shake harder. Like a male monkey in heat trying to climax. Disgracefully."
"Oho, hoooooh...!"
"Pfft, look at you sticking out your tongue and licking my drawers while drooling. You've gone all the way, haven't you? Our Yuriel."
"Huu, huuuuh......!"
"Now, when I count one, two, three, you're going to climax. Aren't you going to move your hips faster? Good girl. Doing great. Here we go, one, two — "
"Ohooooh......! Hooooooh......!!"
"Three."