The Saintess-to-Be, Seong Hayan (5)
A week had passed.
In that time, Jung Hoyoung had become Kim Woobin's closest friend, and he had grown reasonably close to Seong Hayan as well. On top of that, every one of his stats had climbed quite a bit over the past seven days.
They were abysmally low to begin with, so of course they jumped.
Even accounting for that, it was a solid rate of growth. Strength and Agility had both hit 20. Stamina had reached 26. And Magic Power — which had been a stubborn, miserable slog — had climbed all the way to 37.
Even starting from a higher base, Stamina and Magic Power aren't growing slowly at all.
The elixirs he had been stuffing himself with, and the mana stones lining the training grounds, were almost certainly to thank.
Everything was going well. Jung Hoyoung's mood, however, was not.
Only one day left.
And still, not a whisper of news from Seong Hayan.
Guess I'll have to aim for tomorrow after all.
If the incident went down tomorrow, the plan was simple: put someone in Kim Woobin's way so he could not reach the bathroom, then go in his place. That was the only option he had right now.
Just then, Seong Hayan stood up from her seat.
"You two eat lunch without me."
"Huh? Why?"
Kim Woobin asked.
"I promised I'd eat with the girls from White Class."
She answered as if it were nothing at all.
"Okay."
Kim Woobin let it slide without a second thought. Jung Hoyoung could not.
Friends? Yeah, right.
Ever since enrollment, Seong Hayan had spent every waking moment glued to Jung Hoyoung and Kim Woobin. How exactly was she supposed to have made girl friends in the same class?
Something smells off.
It occurred to him that the stress she had been under might have pushed tomorrow's event forward by a day.
"See you both this afternoon, then."
With that, Seong Hayan left first.
"Yeah, see you later, Hayan."
"Enjoy your lunch, Hayan."
Kim Woobin and Jung Hoyoung waved her off, then stood as well.
"Wanna eat off campus?"
Kim Woobin asked.
"Too much of a hassle. Let's just hit the cafeteria."
Jung Hoyoung shut it down.
"Alright, works for me."
Kim Woobin headed for the university cafeteria without complaint.
No telling when this thing is going to go down. I can't leave campus.
Keeping his expression casual, Jung Hoyoung went to the cafeteria and ate with Kim Woobin.
Then —
"Master. A report from Secretary Kim Sehui, the one we assigned to Seong Hayan."
Yu Seoyeon, wrapped in a stealth skill and a Noise Isolation Skill, delivered the news.
Here we go.
The event had triggered.
If that idiot starts moving, this gets messy.
The event had come a day early, and there was no telling what variables might crop up. He needed Kim Woobin as far away as possible.
"Ugh. I think I've got indigestion. My stomach's killing me — I can't finish this."
Jung Hoyoung set down his spoon.
"You okay? You look pretty bad."
"Yeah. Actually — after you finish eating, could you grab me some stomach medicine? I'll go rest in the lecture hall."
The Korea University Hunter Department building had no pharmacy. To buy digestive medicine, you would have to go to another department building or leave campus entirely.
"Sure. Your face really does look awful. Wouldn't it be better to just go home and rest?"
"It's not that bad. I think some medicine'll settle it."
"Alright, I'll go grab some right now."
Kim Woobin put down his own spoon.
"Finish your food first."
"No way. Your health comes first."
With that, Kim Woobin collected both his tray and Jung Hoyoung's.
"I'll be up in the lecture hall, then."
"Yeah. Hang in there — I'll get the medicine and come find you."
Kim Woobin vanished from Jung Hoyoung's sight.
"For the next hour, Kim Woobin does not set foot inside any university building. Make sure of it."
At Jung Hoyoung's order, Yu Seoyeon bowed her head.
"Understood."
She relayed the instructions to the secretarial office. He did not need to spell out the method. Buy out every last bottle of stomach medicine in the pharmacy. Have some thug pick a fight. Have a stranded old man beg for help. Whatever it took.
With the secretarial office's resources, tying Kim Woobin down for an hour is child's play.
Jung Hoyoung set off toward the men's restroom Seong Hayan had entered, Yu Seoyeon at his side.
Kim Woobin, you bastard.
Seong Hayan bit down on her lip. He had tossed her aside and spent all his time hanging out with Jung Hoyoung. Sure, he had paid her some attention here and there — but even that had been half thanks to Jung Hoyoung.
I can't even remember the last time I held Woobin's hand.
The desire that had been building all this time finally exploded. After a careful glance around, Seong Hayan slipped into the men's restroom.
And then —
There it is.
She found stall number four, the one Kim Woobin always used. Stepping carefully inside, Seong Hayan activated her skill.
Stealth Barrier
It was a skill she used when resting in dungeons, and it was nothing spectacular. The method of learning it had become common knowledge, putting it somewhere in the lower-to-mid range of difficulty, and all it really did was faintly muffle scent and sound.
But —
This is enough.
She sat down on the same toilet Kim Woobin always used. It felt as though he were wrapping his arms tightly around her.
Then she pulled a small ballpoint pen from her clothes. It was not hers. It was Kim Woobin's. Next came a small handkerchief — a gift she herself had given him.
"Haaah... haaah..."
The moment she held the pen that had been in Kim Woobin's hand and the handkerchief that had rested against his body, Seong Hayan's breathing grew ragged. She pulled out her smartphone last, slipped in her earphones, and played a video.
On the screen were Kim Woobin as a child and Kim Woobin as he was now. Through the earphones, his voice spilled out.
"Hayan!"
"Of course I like you!"
"There's only you!"
"You're the best!"
"Haaah... haaah... Woobin..."
Seong Hayan brought Kim Woobin's handkerchief to her nose and breathed him in.
"Nnhhh..."
Then she put the handkerchief in her mouth. With her left hand she unbuttoned her shirt, pushed aside her bra, and began kneading her enormous breasts. With her right she pulled down her panties, hiked up her skirt, and gently dragged Kim Woobin's pen along her pussy, stroking and teasing.
Squelch. Squelch.
Fluid poured from Seong Hayan's pussy in a steady trickle. Then the pen grazed her clit —
"Haaahk!"
A loud moan burst from her lips.
This pen was a stand-in for Kim Woobin's hand. Watching his video. Hearing his voice. Imagining his fingers gently stroking her pussy and clit. The handkerchief stuffed in her mouth, thick with his scent, was his lips and his tongue.
Kim Woobin gazing at her with loving eyes, whispering against her ear. There's only you. I like you. Kim Woobin kissing her softly, his warm hands kneading her breasts, stroking her pussy.
As the fantasy reached its peak, an overwhelming pleasure crashed over her —
"Haaaaahk!"
A massive moan tore from her throat. Fluid erupted from Seong Hayan's pussy like a bursting dam, gush after gush.
"Haaaaaah..."
The grand climax brought one round of masturbation to an end. And then a crushing wave of reality slammed into her.
"What the hell am I doing..."
Sitting on the toilet Kim Woobin used, watching a video of Kim Woobin, masturbating with Kim Woobin's pen and handkerchief until she came spectacularly.
"It's not like I'm some kind of pervert..."
A look of self-loathing on her face, Seong Hayan reached to clean herself up —
"From where I'm standing, you look like a pervert to me."
A familiar male voice drifted down from above her head.
It felt like her heart had dropped straight out of her chest. Her hands trembled violently. Her eyes lost focus.
"I had no idea you were this much of a freak, Hayan. Stealing Woobin's stuff wasn't enough — you had to masturbate with it too. If Woobin found out, he'd cut you off as a friend on the spot. Guaranteed."
The moment she heard Woobin's name, Seong Hayan's unfocused eyes snapped back. She looked up and cried out in a desperate voice.
"No! Don't!"
"Oh? And why shouldn't I?"
Seong Hayan's eyes found Jung Hoyoung — head and shoulders hanging over the partition of the opposite stall, a mocking grin on his face.
"Don't. Please don't. I'm begging you. Don't tell Woobin. Please."
"Don't wanna. A klepto who steals Woobin's things. A voyeur who films him in secret. A pervert who gets off to stolen junk and hidden-camera footage. I'm going to make sure someone like that never gets near Woobin again."
Jung Hoyoung's words drove into Seong Hayan's chest like a blade. Tears streamed from both her eyes.
"Please. Keep this a secret. I'll do anything. I'll do whatever you tell me to. So please... please don't tell Woobin about this."
Looking down at Seong Hayan — her lush breasts and pink nipples fully exposed, her soaked pussy on shameless display, tears dripping as she begged — Jung Hoyoung felt the corner of his mouth curl.
A crooked, predatory grin spread across his face.