Festival Preparations
The next morning after the festival preparations. I drove to Sua's house earlier than usual and parked nearby. Sua stepped out the door, spotted the car, and swung the passenger door open wide.
“Good morning, Oppa.”
“Yeah. Get in.”
She climbed in slowly and folded her hands neatly on her lap. The flash of pale thigh between her stockings and skirt stirred something in me. Would it be okay to touch? No—why am I even hesitating? I’m her boyfriend. I can touch her if I want. After rationalizing it to myself, I placed my right hand on her thigh.
“You startled me… I told you not to do that so suddenly…”
“There’s no one around anyway.”
“Oh… you’re right. Why didn’t you bring Suho along?”
She asked pretty quickly. She must be getting used to it being just the two of us. Little by little, Kang Suho was being pushed out of her life.
“Just felt like it.”
“Oppa.”
Sua called my name in that coaxing tone and put on a stern face.
“What… sometimes it’s nice to go somewhere just the two of us.”
When I let a bit of honesty slip through, she sucked in a breath and smiled softly. She still liked that kind of directness. After a moment she spoke again.
“But… Suho would feel so left out…”
She felt bad about leaving him behind. At this rate she’d probably suggest bringing him on our honeymoon too. Actually, that might not be so bad. We’d go out together, and while Suho was distracted I’d slip my hand between Sua’s legs. She’d keep glancing at him, startled, getting even more turned on by the guilt. The real highlight would come at night—once Suho passed out from exhaustion, I’d take her alone and fuck her raw, trying to knock her up. Nice little scenario.
“I already told him. Said I had somewhere to be and left early.”
“Did you tell him you were going with me?”
“No.”
“Huh? Then he’s definitely going to message you…”
Vrrrrrt—!
Right on cue, her phone vibrated the moment she finished speaking. Of course it was Suho. He’d probably beg her to come along.
“Is he calling?”
“No. It’s a text…”
“What’d he say?”
“He’s asking if we can go together…”
Suho’s predictability made me chuckle. Sua stared at her phone, deep in thought, trying to come up with an excuse.
“Haa…”
She quickly typed something, set the phone down, and let out a heavy sigh. She clearly felt guilty about lying. Ever since we started dating I’d made her lie a lot, but she still wasn’t used to it. Don’t worry. She’ll get numb to it soon enough—lying to Suho will become second nature. She might even start enjoying the thrill.
“You lied?”
“What else could I do? If I said it was just the two of us, Suho would feel hurt.”
“Why would he get butthurt over something like that? He’s not a kid.”
“Most people would feel hurt in this situation. You’re just indifferent, Oppa.”
She kept shifting uncomfortably, so I dragged my fingertips along her thigh.
“Forget that. Just massage my hand. I moved my pen too much yesterday and it’s sore.”
“Are you bragging about helping us study?”
“You guys made way too many mistakes. Your test papers were full of wrong answers.”
“It wasn’t that bad!”
“Stop complaining and rub it already. I wanted you to touch me.”
“……”
After my blunt remark, Sua went quiet for a while. Then, hesitantly, she placed her hand on mine and even laced our fingers together. She smiled and wiggled her fingers, clearly enjoying holding hands. Not satisfied with that, she started playing with my fingers like they were toys. Amused, I smirked.
“I said massage it, not hold it. You’re getting more and more shameless. Why are you acting so lewd?”
“I-I know that…! I was going to start massaging now…! Y-you’re the one sitting there having weird thoughts all by yourself… You’re such a pervert…”
Flustered, then angry, then grumbling—she finally pressed my hand down on her skirt and kneaded it with just the right amount of pressure.
“That’s enough. Thanks.”
Satisfied for now, I pulled my hand away and gripped the steering wheel. I would’ve liked a massage all the way to school, but I still wasn’t confident enough behind the wheel to risk it. I drove every day, but I was still clumsy. Once I got better, I’d replace the gear stick with her pussy. Accidentally grabbing that instead could be fun too. Another scenario complete.
“You know the school festival is coming up soon, right?”
The festival. A classic cliché in any rom-com set at a school. Each class or club sets up booths—plays, bands, haunted houses, food stalls—and competes while the protagonist enjoys the event with the heroines. Especially the inevitable events between the heroines. I was looking forward to it. My goal was to spend the festival making love with all my women. So far, though, only Sua had a meaningful relationship with me. So I’d probably spend it with her.
What interested me most was what booth Suho and Sua’s class would run. As the protagonist’s class, they’d probably have plenty of ideas. The top contenders were almost always a haunted house or a maid café. In rom-coms, it was one or the other ninety-nine percent of the time. Plays were out since our school had a separate drama club. And out of the two, the one I wanted most was…
“If a maid café comes up, go with that.”
“Huh?”
“I want to see you in a sexy maid outfit during the festival. I’ll be looking forward to it.”
“What are you saying… Your thoughts are so perverted…”
Sua grumbled the whole way to school, but from her reaction I had a feeling I might actually get to see her in a maid uniform.
* * *
“You all know the festival starts next week, right? We need to decide what our class is going to do.”
At the homeroom teacher’s words, the students of Class 1-1 buzzed with excitement. Jeong Sua, however, stayed calm, lost in thought. Festival prep right after exams. She didn’t really want to do something like a maid café. But because Oppa had asked for it, the idea kept circling in her head.
“If anyone has suggestions for what our class should do, feel free to speak up.”
Following the teacher’s instruction, the class rep stepped forward to collect ideas.
“How about a bar?”
“Let’s sell takoyaki. Everyone likes food.”
“What if we set up a target with our own classmates and charge people to throw water balloons?”
The blackboard filled up with enthusiastic suggestions.
Should I raise my hand too? But saying it out loud feels embarrassing…
A maid café. It was obviously something guys would love. Suggesting such an overtly suggestive booth herself felt shameful.
“You guys don’t get it. Festivals are all about maid cafés! If we do this, our class will definitely take first place.”
“Ooh, this guy’s got brains.”
“Look at the guys’ level. If we do a maid café, only the girls will suffer!”
“I think it’d be nice to wear pretty clothes. I’m in~”
When the mischievous male student everyone disliked spoke up, opinions flew in every direction. Positive and negative reactions mixed, but his suggestion got the strongest response.
Of course it comes down to this…
Sua had briefly imagined a future where “maid café” wasn’t even mentioned. If that had happened, she could’ve told Oppa the class simply wasn’t interested. But now that it was on the list, that excuse was gone. If they did a maid café, she’d obviously have to wear the outfit… and serve customers in it. The thought weighed heavily on her introverted mind.
“Haa…”
Sua let out a long sigh and rested her chin on her arms. Instead of focusing only on the negatives, she tried to find something positive. There was only one upside: Oppa would love it. He’d strongly pushed for a maid café in the car. He wanted to see her in the outfit. She’d acted like she wouldn’t do it, but surprising him by wearing one could be a nice event just for him.
With that thought, she turned on her phone and secretly searched for maid cosplay under her desk.
It’s so lewd…
Every result showed outfits that exposed a lot of skin and emphasized sexiness. As expected from event costumes, most of them barely looked like actual maid uniforms. Some were so revealing it was hard to tell if they were maid outfits or bikinis, and a few didn’t even cover the important parts anymore.
Sua quickly skimmed past the especially lewd ones and scrolled down. Those weren’t feasible at school anyway. Even the relatively normal maid outfits still showed a surprising amount of skin.
Now I get why Oppa asked for it… He’s the one having all the perverted thoughts, so why call me lewd? Seriously…
She grumbled inwardly. Even as his girlfriend, she wasn’t obligated to fulfill his perverted desires. But…
If I wear it… he’ll probably love it a lot…
She pictured Oppa’s reaction to seeing her in a maid outfit. He’d probably hug her the moment he saw her and demand to do it right then. She wouldn’t even be able to resist, just get dragged off and taken by him. She might even end up in a torn maid uniform, begging “Master, please…”
Her extreme, lewd fantasy made her body heat up. She swallowed repeatedly and unconsciously pressed her hand against her lower belly over her clothes. The rising excitement was barely relieved by the weak stimulation—still, it felt similar to her usual masturbation.
“Huu… haa…! Haa…!”
Still slumped over her desk, Sua let out hot breaths in secret. Right now, she felt like she could wear a maid outfit for the man she loved. Even one that barely functioned as clothing…
“Sua!”
“Huh… yeah?”
Startled by Kang Suho’s urgent voice beside her, she jerked her head up. She looked around, still dazed.
“Are you feeling sick, Sua? Your face is all red.”
When she realized everyone was staring at her curiously, she let out a small sound of realization.
D-did they notice…?
Before she could even think of an excuse, Suho looked at her worriedly.
“If you agree, the girls said they’d be okay with the maid café… What do you think?”
Only then did she realize they hadn’t caught her. They’d just found it strange that she kept her head down and didn’t answer when called.
“Jeong Sua, if you’re not feeling well, go to the nurse’s office.”
Because she usually behaved well, the teacher’s gaze remained kind even though she’d been resting her head during class.
“Ah, no, I’m fine, Teacher. I was just a little tired and closed my eyes for a second…”
“It’s surprising to see you dozing off. I’ll let it slide this time because of how you usually act. Don’t do it again.”
“Yes.”
The homeroom teacher explained the situation again for Sua, who had missed the flow of the discussion while dozing. The boys were almost all in favor of the maid café. A few girls had objected, but someone had said, “If Sua agrees, we’ll accept it too,” which put all the attention on her.
“Why are you asking me? I don’t…”
Sua couldn’t understand why the decision was being left to her. But the other students thought it was natural. After all, Jeong Sua was widely considered the prettiest girl in Class 1-1. If they ran a maid café, having the most beautiful girl sit out would be a huge loss. Her wearing the maid outfit was practically guaranteed. Plus, she’d be the face of the café, so it made sense to ask the person who stood to lose the most.
“So, are you doing the maid café or not?”
Everyone’s eyes were on her. Feeling the pressure, she kept her mouth shut for a moment. Then, slowly, she opened it.
“I…”