Chapter 12
Chapter 12
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 12
Chapter Title: Lewd Fantasies During Class
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"...To approach Korean linguistics, we need to analyze how this language is structured. In linguistics, the most important thing is..."
Han Chae-ah couldn't focus on the lecture at all.
The professor was teaching up front, but her mind was completely elsewhere.
"Ugh..."
What if someone noticed?
She glanced at her friends sitting right next to her.
Their words about regretting not eating lunch together didn't register properly.
Even their complaints about the professor jumping straight into a full lecture on the first day barely crossed her mind.
Her thoughts were fixed on one place.
Concentrated on the empty feeling down below where nothing covered her.
A skirt worn without panties underneath.
The unfamiliar sensation fully exposed made her shiver without realizing it.
Every time it happened, she could almost hear Kim Jinwoo's voice.
-Attending class with no panties? You're such a real pervert.
-You were hoping for something like this, weren't you?
-You wanted someone to make you do it. A master to turn you into a naughty girl.
Her heart raced at the imagined Kim Jinwoo's degrading words.
It had been a long time since the lecture content stopped registering.
Her eyes were on the blackboard, but her mind was elsewhere.
In her imagination, Kim Jinwoo held her leash and commanded her.
-Never wear panties during class.
-Good girls obey their master's orders, right?
The class had started because there were no panties at the convenience store, but in her imagination, she and Kim Jinwoo had ditched them for entirely different reasons.
-Resist, and I'll tell everyone you're just a pervert who loves this stuff.
Under the threat from her imagined Kim Jinwoo, Han Chae-ah had no choice but to sit there.
She shouldn't be having these thoughts.
Once the naughty fantasy took hold, it wouldn't stop.
Every time she imagined becoming a bad girl, her lower belly tingled.
Her core grew hot, her breathing ragged.
This isn't right.
If she got any more aroused and soaked through, there were no panties to hide it.
A little more excitement, and...
Even the skirt might get wet.
She couldn't let that happen.
But it wouldn't stop.
In her imagination, she was doing far too much for her real self to halt.
The seat next to her, where her friend had been, now held Kim Jinwoo.
He leaned into her ear and whispered.
-You're such a pervert, daydreaming about me instead of focusing on class.
No.
I'm not a pervert.
Having these fantasies...
It's because of you.
You who suddenly appeared and asked about my panties' color.
You who grabbed my breasts out of nowhere and demanded them.
I'm not at fault.
-So you're still a good girl, then?
At those words, Han Chae-ah couldn't think straight.
She knew.
The Kim Jinwoo next to her wasn't real.
He was just her inner desires projected onto him.
If anything, he was another version of herself.
So she couldn't claim innocence.
Giving him her panties.
Having these naughty thoughts.
It was all her, in the end.
"Haa, haa."
Han Chae-ah felt it.
Her lower parts, soaked from the chain of fantasies, had dampened her skirt too.
No...
The part touching her butt was slightly wet.
If she stood now, the stain might show.
It wasn't thin fabric, but given how much she'd leaked, it was weird if it didn't seep through.
She absolutely couldn't stand in this state.
I'm screwed.
Realizing what she'd done, Han Chae-ah's mind went blank.
She knew she shouldn't, but she'd given in to desire anyway.
The skirt she wore bore the traces of her filthy fantasies.
The result of her bad deeds.
"..."
She looked at the professor diligently teaching.
All she could hope was that he dragged the class out as long as possible.
That way, if enough time passed for it to dry, no one would notice.
She hoped so.
"...I think I've covered all the basics, so we'll end here today. You wouldn't want a full lecture on the first day, right?"
Unfortunately, against her wishes, the professor wrapped up earlier than expected.
"No..."
Han Chae-ah was in no state to stand right now.
If she did...
They'd see.
The stain below.
Just imagining others spotting it choked her breath.
Her head spun.
She squeezed her eyes shut.
Absolutely not.
I can't stand.
Unlike Han Chae-ah, lost in despair, her friends were already buzzing about the freshman welcome party.
Excited at the thought of seeing the new students—actually, just drinking booze.
"Chae-ah, we've got time before the welcome party. Wanna hit the cafe?"
"There's a new one by the back gate. Heard the vibe's nice."
"Yeah."
"Or the department lounge? Meeting the freshmen early might make it less awkward."
She couldn't even respond to her friends' chatter.
What do I do?
Tell them to go ahead?
Say I have stuff to organize, so wait slowly...?
That won't fly.
They'd just sit and wait with her.
Lame excuses wouldn't work.
Maybe sneak to the bathroom...
If she could wipe it off even a little.
The evidence of her shameful fantasies would disappear.
That was when.
"Class over?"
A familiar voice rang out.
The voice she'd been fantasizing about during class.
The voice of someone who shouldn't be here.
No way?
She turned her head, and there was Kim Jinwoo.
Why are you here?
You went home earlier.
You said you were going home to use my panties.
Why?
He held a shopping bag in one hand.
"Guys, mind if I borrow Chae-ah for a sec? Got something to talk about."
He said it with a smile, but there was an odd pressure to his words.
Not a request from equal to equal, but a command from a superior in the hierarchy.
"Chae-ah's coming with us."
One friend mustered the courage to speak up, but.
"Just for a moment. Yeah?"
He replied calmly.
"Ch-Chae-ah..."
The brave friend looked at her with eyes on the verge of tears.
"Go on ahead. Send me the address, and I'll catch up later."
"S-Sorry..."
"It's fine. I'll be quick. Text me the cafe."
She waved to her friends with a smile.
Her friends, intimidated by Kim Jinwoo's presence, stood and left the lecture hall.
Kim Jinwoo watched them go, confirming they were fully gone before turning back to Han Chae-ah.
Why did he come?
What weird request this time...?
"Here."
Kim Jinwoo held out the shopping bag.
"Wh-What's this?"
"What else? Clothes and panties."
"...Huh?"
"Cover your skirt with your bag on the way to the bathroom. No one'll notice."
Wh-Why this?
"Figured you'd skip panties for class the second I saw you. Brought 'em just in case."
"...Wh-What do you mean?"
"You had some weird no-panties fantasy, right? Can't stand 'cause it's all soaked."
"Ahh..."
How did he know?
It felt like he'd read her mind completely.
Like getting caught with a secret diary she never wanted seen.
Shame washed over her like being naked in front of Kim Jinwoo.
"Checked the convenience store—no panties. Saw you couldn't stand even when your friends wanted to go. Figured I was right. So quit overthinking."
"..."
A short sigh of relief escaped her.
So that's it.
Relief came with a strange pang of disappointment.
If this guy had tried something lewd here, she probably couldn't have refused.
Her naughty fantasy might've come true.
She couldn't show that regret, though.
"Th-Thank you."
"Weird reaction. You thought I'd pull something creepy here too?"
"N-No, not that...?"
Han Chae-ah's response lacked conviction.
Because he'd hit the nail on the head.
But Kim Jinwoo didn't press further.
He just offered the bag.
She took it from him.
Inside were a freshly bought skirt and panties.
A skirt in a similar color to the one she wore.
Even sharp-eyed people wouldn't notice the switch.
When did he...?
She pictured Kim Jinwoo rushing around to get these.
Maybe out of guilt for taking her panties?
He's not just some weirdo.
Apparently not entirely.
"Change quick. Before anyone else comes. Don't want misunderstandings."
"Okay."
She bolted to the bathroom.
Her heart pounded as she ran.
It's from running. Heart's racing from exertion.
That's all it was.
It had to be.
No way her heart would flutter for a pervert like him just because he helped once.
"She really did it."
I thought, staring at the seat she'd vacated.
I hadn't expected her to actually go no-panties.
Sexgram was a place to jot down desires.
A space to project what you craved, so I doubted Han Chae-ah would skip panties in class.
But confirming no panties at the convenience store made me realize she was doing it for real.
More precisely, fantasizing about humiliation during class with no panties.
I was certain her skirt wouldn't be fine.
Luckily, a women's clothing store near my place had a similar skirt, and I grabbed new panties too.
My mess, so I'd clean it up.
"Didn't expect it to soak this much."
Moisture lingered on the chair where she'd sat.
Her skirt had absorbed most, so no fluids dripped to the seat, but the telltale damp lewdness remained.
"What a pervert."
How does she hide this side and live normally?
Women all wear masks, huh? Guess that's what they mean.
"This should count as solid aftercare."
Truth be told, I wanted to strip her skirt right then and tease her pussy mercilessly.
But I'd hold off for now.
There's stages to this.
Direct action only when she truly can't hold back.
When she bares it more blatantly on Sexgram.
Not yet.
Not quite.
That was when my thoughts reached that point.
Han Chae-ah returned, face flushed red.
"Lucky the size fits. But why the face?"
"S-Sunbae, you're insane, right?"
"Insane how? What?"
"Wh-Why'd you give me those panties? Wh-What's that supposed to mean?"
What?
What was she on about?
I'd gone to the lingerie shop and asked for the prettiest panties.
Prettiest ones for the prettiest girl.
"Th-These panties... th-they're... op-open..."
She couldn't finish, biting her lip and bowing her head.
"N-No, whatever. Thanks... You helped, so..."
Her reaction was off, but problem solved, right?
I'd paid my debt.
"Oh, you going to the freshman welcome?"
"N-No. Can't. How in this outfit?"
Why's she acting up?
Doesn't like the skirt design?
Nah.
"Hm... Heading home then?"
"Caught by you, so using you as excuse to bail home."
"Perfect. Let's both head home then."
"You're not going?"
"Me? Why would I?"
"You're a returnee student. Heard all undergrads can join..."
Ridiculous.
A fossil like me—no, petroleum—would kill the vibe.
Might repeat old mistakes too.
"Nah. No interest in freshmen. Only pretty girls catch my eye."
Couldn't bring up the past, so I bullshitted.
No point embarrassing myself to an oblivious junior with my screw-ups.
"Pretty... girls?"
"Yeah."
"Sunbae, you're a total pervert."
"Says the girl who masturbated fantasizing during class."
"Th-That's not it! The p-panties were really g-gone..."
Han Chae-ah's voice shrank, aware we were still at school.
"Whatever, head home on your own. I'm out."
"J-Just like that? For real?"
"Duh. I like home."
"Oh."
Why do you sound disappointed?
Only after getting home did I realize.
What panties I'd given her.
"These are crotchless."
No wonder the clerk smirked sleazily.
Pulling out the remaining pair from the unopened bundle box, a red panty with a gaping hole in the center flapped open.
So Han Chae-ah went home wearing these?