The Sweet Thrill
"Class is about to start. We should head back to the classroom. Ah… hiss."
I took the lead, pretending to limp as I grabbed my ankle with a pained groan. The smile on her face vanished instantly, her expression hardening with concern.
"O-Oppa?! What's wrong all of a sudden?"
"Hiss… I must've pushed myself too hard during basketball. My ankle's suddenly acting up a bit."
"Are you hurt badly?"
"It's fine. It'll probably get better with time. It's a little uncomfortable, but I can still walk."
When I tried to brush it off, Sua's face grew even more troubled. Worry was written all over it, but I could also see a flicker of anger. She probably thought I was stubbornly enduring the pain out of pride.
"Let's go to the nurse's office. I'll help you."
"No need. It's just a slight ankle twinge. Why bother with the nurse's office…"
"Oppa… I didn't want to say this, but… you're not trying to act tough by enduring the pain, are you? Because to me, it doesn't look cool at all. It just looks stupid. So lean on me already. What if you make it worse by walking around carelessly?"
Sua's words were sharp for her, which only showed how worried she was. Having someone genuinely care about me felt nice. Since she was going this far, maybe I should stop playing around. She looked ready to get seriously angry.
"Yeah? Then… sorry, but I'll lean on you for a bit."
"Don't apologize."
I draped my arm over her shoulders. She wrapped hers around my waist. I shifted just enough of my weight onto her to make it believable without actually burdening her. I didn't want to tire her out, but if I stood on my own, she'd realize I was faking.
"Sua, should I help instead?"
Kang Suho looked at her with an uneasy expression. He probably found it odd that someone as small as Sua was supporting me, and the way we were pressed together clearly bothered him. He seemed to think he should be the one helping.
Too bad. Our possessive Sua wouldn't allow that.
"No, it's fine. I can manage."
"Then should I help from the other side?"
"You must be tired from basketball too. I can handle this alone, so just go back to class, Suho. I'll take Oppa to the nurse's office, check on him, and then head over."
"…Okay, got it."
Rejected on all fronts, Kang Suho had no choice but to leave the gym alone. Finally, that eyesore was gone. You probably don't realize it, but our Sua has a stronger possessive streak than you'd think. No way she'd trust someone as unreliable as you with me. And her sense of responsibility is no joke either. As my girlfriend, she clearly believes it's only natural for her to take care of me.
"I'll move slowly. Try not to use your bad foot as much as possible."
"Yeah."
Sua and I made our way to the nurse's office at a slow pace.
"And Oppa… I know this might sound like nagging, but can I say one thing?"
"What is it?"
"It's good that you're playing, but please do it without getting hurt. I'd rather you lose a match than get injured…"
She didn't want to nag, but she couldn't hold back either. It wasn't really nagging—it was just something natural for her to say as my girlfriend. I always called these kinds of comments nagging, so now she thought of them that way too.
"Got it. I'll try not to get hurt. Still, I looked pretty cool during the match, right?"
"Oppa…"
"You can at least tell your boyfriend he looked cool, can't you? Don't be stingy."
"Honestly, you're impossible… Ahem. Y-You looked cool. I was actually happy you won."
"Thanks. Thanks to you, my pain feels like it's all gone."
I reached up and gently brushed her cheek with the hand resting on her shoulder.
"Don't touch me…"
"You like it."
Sua was a little embarrassed, but she was becoming more honest with her feelings. Spending this sweet time together only brought us closer.
* * *
"Hm?"
Cha Yeri stared at me with a puzzled expression as I limped over and sat down. Ignoring her, I casually opened the work laptop. Today's task was making promotional posters for the festival to show outsiders.
That is, until she slammed the laptop shut.
"What happened to your foot?"
She'd noticed the compression bandage wrapped around my ankle. Truthfully, I'd only planned on slapping on some pain relief patches, but my acting had gone a little too far. Before I knew it, I was bandaged up. Sua had made such a fuss, acting like it was a huge deal, that the school nurse ended up wrapping it.
"I think I twisted it while exercising."
"Ice is supposed to be good for sprains… There should be some in the freezer."
Cha Yeri was starting to show rational interest in me. I'd expected a more entertaining reaction when she saw me injured, but her response was lukewarm. Or maybe this was just her way of worrying.
'Not very satisfying. Should I mess with her a little?'
She walked over to the freezer in the corner of the student council room and took out some ice. As she turned around—thud!
"Kyaa!"
She walked straight into my chest. That little "kyaa" scream was way too cute. Following her secretly had been worth it.
Grabbing her nose with a frown, she scolded me.
"Kang Ijin. What are you doing standing so close behind someone?"
"I was just going to get the ice like you told me to, President."
"You didn't see me taking it out?"
Of course I saw. It was obvious she was opening the freezer and grabbing ice. I only followed because her reaction was too dull—I wanted to startle her. If your future husband is hurt, shouldn't you at least strip and dance to comfort him, you bitch? Does your ridiculously wealthy family not teach women even that much? Rich guys hitting on women is practically a universal rule, so this is weird.
"You were getting ice? I thought you were putting something back in the fridge."
"Go back to your seat. Do you seriously expect an injured person to fetch their own ice?"
"I'll be more careful from now on. More importantly, you're not badly hurt, right? I could've sworn I heard a cute little 'kyaa' from you…"
"I-I didn't make any such sound. Anyway! The festival is coming up soon, so be careful not to get hurt. If you get injured, it'll affect the work and other people will have to cover for you. Understood?"
It's fine. I made sure the student council was staffed only with people who wouldn't mind me causing trouble. I could dump all the annoying tasks on Kang Suho and sneak off to play with the girls.
"That would be a big problem."
"Right? Glad you understand so quickly."
Once I obediently sat on the sofa, Cha Yeri brought the ice in a plastic bag. I reached for it, but her next words made me pause.
"Put your leg up on the table in front of you."
"You're not going to scold me for being rude once I do, are you?"
She let out a small laugh. Proof she was taking my joke positively. In the past, she would've immediately shut me down, telling me to stop talking nonsense. But not anymore.
"If you want a lecture, I can give you one all day."
"I'll pass on that."
She was only half-accepting it now. I cheerfully propped my bandaged leg onto the table. It had been a while since I'd acted this shameless in front of her. I'd been behaving myself lately. All to seduce a woman—what a mess you're making of yourself, Kang Ijin.
"How is it? Not too cold or painful?"
Cha Yeri pressed the ice pack against my ankle, lifting and applying it repeatedly.
"It's fine. I might have to get hurt more often because of this side of you, President."
"If you say anything stupid again, I'm stopping."
"It was a joke."
"Haah… So how did you actually get hurt?"
"I told you, it happened while exercising."
"Be. Spe. Ci. Fic!"
She emphasized each syllable while rhythmically pressing the ice pack. I scratched my head, feigning embarrassment.
"My class overlapped with the first-years for gym, so I played basketball with them and got hurt."
"Is that so? Then why are you acting so embarrassed?"
"It's embarrassing. Getting injured during a match makes me feel like I lost. It's a blow to my pride."
"Men have weird senses of pride. You can get hurt when using your body. It's pointless pride."
You shouldn't say things like that. You're going to have a match with me in bed too, aren't you? A match of thrusting and being thrust into. It's going to hurt a lot when you're impaled on my cock. Sua was already in pain, and with your small frame, it'll hurt even more. Especially since your pride is so high—your ego's going to take a massive hit. Meanwhile, I'll be boosting my own self-esteem by watching you drown in pain and pleasure, moaning. Just imagining it is thrilling.