The Bet
After making that somewhat forced promise with Jeong Sua the night before, the very next day Cha Yeri marched straight into our classroom the moment I arrived at school and dragged me off to the student council office first thing in the morning.
Was she planning to give me a morning blowjob? Our president was famous for skipping breakfast. The thought of filling her empty stomach with my cum sent a thrill through me.
She pulled me over to the sofa and sat me down. Just as I was about to lower my zipper, she spoke.
“Kang Ijin, I heard you went to a bar and karaoke last night. I thought I told the vice president to set a good example.”
Those tiny lips looked like they’d feel heavenly wrapped around me, yet here they were lecturing me. Of course, that was just my imagination. Cha Yeri would never actually blow me. She stepped closer and slapped the backrest of the sofa I was sitting on with her hand.
Oh. So this was the legendary wall slam. Even if the genders were reversed, it still felt pretty good. From this angle, her chest was right in front of my eyes. What a view. Getting a present like this first thing in the morning was surprisingly moving.
When I propped my feet up on the table with a displeased expression, Cha Yeri snapped, “Don’t put your feet on the table like some delinquent.”
“Yes, yes.”
“I told you to answer only once.”
“Ah, yeees~”
“Why is your attitude like this? I’m the one who should be angry because of you.”
“If someone drags me here first thing in the morning and starts nagging, wouldn’t anyone get annoyed?”
“If you don’t want to hear nagging, then fix your behavior.”
She had a point. I did want to fix my behavior. But if I did, she’d stop paying attention to me. Acting like a delinquent was far more likely to trigger events with Cha Yeri. Showing improvement was something I should only use to raise her affection.
“This feels a little unfair.”
“Tell me what’s unfair.”
“I’m pretty sure I told you yesterday that I was going out with a friend.”
“You never said you were going to a bar and karaoke. On top of that, I keep hearing that you lured a bunch of first-year girls there.”
“I didn’t lure anyone.”
“Then why does the rumor keep saying you did?”
Kim Gicheol, that bastard. Thanks a lot. Because of you I got to experience Cha Yeri’s wall slam first thing in the morning. Since I’m grateful, I’ll go easy on you the next time I stab you in the back.
“That’s a false rumor. I never lured anyone. I just drank and left.”
“How am I supposed to believe that?”
“How? You could just ask the people who were actually there.”
“You think I can’t see you’re lying to get out of this?”
That was a relief. I’d deliberately acted like I was lying, and it seemed to be working.
“For a student council president, your judgment is pretty poor.”
“What?”
“I was just wondering what you’ll do if everything I said turns out to be true.”
“Hmph. A delinquent like you is obvious at a glance. You lie to smooth things over, get caught, and only then do you apologize. Why would you be any different?”
“Fuck…”
“…? Did you just curse?”
Cha Yeri’s eyes widened in shock. Even though she’d labeled me a delinquent, she clearly never expected me to actually swear. Every time we met we clashed, but I’d always spoken politely to her. She probably never imagined I’d curse.
“I really didn’t do anything wrong, but it’s annoying how you keep judging me by appearances alone, so I swore.”
“You swore just because you were annoyed? You really don’t deserve the vice president position. I’ll definitely have you removed.”
Oh? So she was going that far? She thought I’d back down because I was scared?
“Fine. Actually, this works out perfectly. Since it’s come to this, let’s make a bet.”
“What kind of bet?”
“If I really am guilty like you say, I’ll step down from the vice president position myself.”
“R-Really?” Her voice trembled slightly. She clearly hadn’t expected me to push back this hard. What, did she think I’d just admit fault and apologize if she pressed a little?
I wasn’t about to do that. I hadn’t done anything wrong to begin with. I really had only drunk, and it was Kim Gicheol who gathered the first-years. So the only thing on my mind was how to use this situation.
“On the other hand, if it turns out I’m telling the truth, you have to grant me one wish. You trampled all over my innocence and ignored me, so you’ll have to pay for hurting me just as much.”
“What wish? I can’t grant anything involving money.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll tell you now, before you can say you can’t grant it later.”
“It’s not like that wish will ever come true anyway… but go ahead and say it.”
She was still acting relaxed, huh? Fine. Let’s see if she could keep that expression later.
“My wish is a kiss with you, President.”
“Wh-What? Do you even realize what you’re saying?”
“Since you hurt my feelings by judging me without any investigation, it’s only fair I hurt yours the same way.”
“Even so, a kiss is…”
Cha Yeri’s cheeks flushed slightly. That look on her face—like she’d never even had her first kiss—only made me want to claim it even more.
“Ah! I get it. You must think your kiss is incredibly valuable. So you’re the type who’s strict with everyone else but endlessly lenient with yourself.”
“That’s… what do you mean… You’d better explain yourself, Kang Ijin.”
Cha Yeri clenched her fists, lowered her head, and trembled. Provoking a girl like her was simple. All I had to do was dismiss the efforts she’d made.
“It’s true, isn’t it? I’m being accused of things I never did, treated like a delinquent, and now I’m about to lose my vice president position. Meanwhile, the student council president is hesitating over something as small as one kiss… I can see exactly how much of a sheltered princess you were raised to be at home.”
She slowly unclenched her fists, lifted her head, and glared at me like she wanted to kill me. Calling her a sheltered princess had struck right at the pride she’d built by striving for perfection.
“Fine, let’s make the bet. Hmph! I’ll specially accept such a low-level provocation. What’s one little kiss anyway… Why should I have to suffer this kind of humiliation from someone like you? You’re going to lose anyway and get kicked out of the vice president position.”
“Then we have a bet. Don’t go back on your word later.”
“Kang Ijin. You’d better keep your promise too. Don’t try to twist things later.”
“Even if you lose and have to kiss me, I won’t let you cry your way out of it. I’m actually pretty good at it.”
“Hmph!”
* * *
“Huh? What the vice president did at the bar? Um… did he do anything special? The vice president just drank and went home. Once he left, everyone kind of lost the mood to keep partying, so we all went home too.”
“Aww~ I wanted to hang out with the vice president. It was such a shame. Why did he leave so early? Vice President, how about we hang out just the two of us next time?”
“That… there was this short senior named Kim Gicheol from the second year. I only went because he said the vice president would be there if that senior came… President, did I do something wrong?”
“Ah, no. You can go back to class now… Haah…”
Cha Yeri’s face grew increasingly distorted as she silently listened to the students. She eventually lowered her head and let out a long sigh. In contrast, my expression was completely relaxed.
I’d already heard from three of the four first-year girls who went to the bar and karaoke. Every single one of them said the exact same thing I had. With the majority already backing my story, my innocence was basically proven.
Those soft lips were already mine. I could already feel my dick getting hard.
“I think we’ve heard enough, President.”
“No… There’s still one more person, so we should listen… Next person, come in.”
It was pointless resistance. She was clearly just trying to buy as much time as possible. Once this was over, it would be time to settle the bet.
“Ah, now that I think about it, there was a girl named Jeong Sua who came with us. She suddenly started crying, so the vice president took her outside and never came back.”
“Found it!”
Cha Yeri shot to her feet and shouted at the student who was about to leave.
“Ah… Ahem.”
Realizing how undignified she looked, she quickly cleared her throat and sat back down primly. It was comedy gold. This really was a rom-com world.
“Well… I guess it makes sense he didn’t just drink. Making her cry could mean he threatened her or something. And since he left with a crying girl, maybe the vice president did something inappropriate to her?”
“Huh? Ah… Y-Yeah, maybe? I’m not really sure about the details…”
“Thank you for your cooperation. You can go back to class.”
Color returned to Cha Yeri’s face, which had been filled with despair just moments ago. She must have been really happy to smile like that. She looked at me triumphantly, convinced she’d won.
Did she really think I’d assaulted Jeong Sua? I gave her a flustered look and said, “President, how about we stop here? I was right all along. I’ve already won the bet.”
“No. This bet was about whether you were guilty or not from the start. If you threatened a girl, made her cry, and then dragged away a mentally vulnerable girl to do who-knows-what, then you’re guilty. That means I win.”
“You’re pathetic to the very end, President. You really don’t want to admit defeat that badly?”
“You’re the pathetic one. Trying to call the match now because you’re scared of losing is even more pathetic. You should’ve just admitted your guilt honestly while you had the chance.”
“Haah… Think whatever you want.”
“I will, even if you don’t say so. Next person, come in.”
“Hello…”
And finally, Jeong Sua stepped into the student council office. Cha Yeri seemed to believe Jeong Sua was the key that would decide the outcome of this bet.
Unfortunately for her, Jeong Sua wouldn’t be her savior either.