The Laundress's Jealousy
After the male student fled with his face burning crimson, the laundry room fell quiet once more.
“Haa… I must be crazy. Totally insane…”
An Sumi, the laundry room staff member, let out a sigh heavy with regret. It was all because of the unbelievably arousing, seductive, pretty-boy legal shota student who had been standing right here only moments ago.
As an employee of the dormitory laundry room at the National Hunter Academy, she had committed several mistakes that were absolutely forbidden.
Normally, no matter how much personal bodily fluid stained the laundry items entrusted by academy students or instructors, she was never supposed to acknowledge it, show displeasure, or speak of it aloud. That was exactly why the position came with such a high salary. It was also why they deliberately stationed strict, upright female staff at the front desk rather than the usual gentle male employees.
Yet she had gone and done it anyway. To the one male student she needed to be most careful with, no less.
“…I ended up yelling at a student—some frail little boy, at that—about sexual harassment and abuse of power… But he just had such a perfectly tormentable atmosphere…. Haa…. I’m not going to get fired, am I…?”
An Sumi had wanted to attend the Hunter Academy, but her talent had fallen just short and she failed the entrance exam. Instead, she applied when the academy opened recruitment for laundry staff and was hired. She had clung to the faint hope that she might somehow catch the academy’s eye and be allowed to enroll as a student.
It had already been a full year since she started working in the laundry room. She had retaken the annual entrance exam not long ago in hopes of getting in, but failed again. Now she was preparing for her third attempt. At twenty-one years old, An Sumi continued her laundry duties out of sheer habit because she still needed to eat and survive.
“…But damn, he was so fucking hot. So that’s the guy… the academy’s idol pretty boy, Kim Dojin…. That son of a bitch…. He’s just a student, yet he gets to study on the people’s taxes, receives every possible benefit, and still jerks off so much he soaks his bedsheets….”
She harbored a deep, unconscious inferiority complex and sense of inadequacy toward the academy students. It left her constantly nursing a victim mentality. She would force herself to smile and act excessively kind toward powerful female students or well-connected male students, but she secretly tormented those with poor grades or weak backgrounds in her own special way—smearing strange substances on their laundry, or, in the case of attractive male students, coating their items with just enough of her own pussy juices that they would never notice.
Recently she had learned that Kim Dojin—the first-year who was practically the academy’s official pretty-boy idol, the frail legal shota everyone fawned over—was in truth an incredibly lewd, bitch-like male. The discovery filled her with both delight and wicked ideas.
…If I play my cards right, I can use this as leverage to get close to him… Seeing how much cum he pumps out and how much he loves jerking off, he’s probably a total pervert on the inside. If I come on even a little strong, he might fall right into my hands…. And since he’s such a slutty boy, I could do all sorts of things to him… hehe… all sorts of filthy things…. He has his own private dorm room since he’s a student, so I could visit places I’ve never been allowed… hehehe. And then in the bathroom, all kinds of places, even in the laundry room where I work or the staff-only areas… we could secretly do dirty things together….
While lost in her fantasies, she habitually checked the laundry and discovered yet another fluid on the bedsheet. It wasn’t white semen but a clear liquid—another woman’s bodily fluid that any woman would find repulsive.
“…Ugh, fuck. What the hell? ……Ah, shit. Goddamn it…”
An Sumi was instantly overcome with despair and burning rage. That pretty boy who looked so delicate and triggered every protective instinct. The boy everyone said was frail, the one she had assumed was still a virgin. Yet he had already been dragging women into his dorm and fucking them like some cheap rag only a few weeks into the semester.
And then there were the shameless academy girls and teachers who got to taste such a delicious boy before anyone else. If she hadn’t been nothing more than a laundry room employee, she would never have even been allowed to speak to him. The bitter, jealous fury she felt toward those alpha females who could freely devour a man in the prime of his golden twenties—those irreplaceable early-blooming flowers—nearly choked her.
If she ever got the chance to fuck a boy like him, it would only be after ten or twenty years of desperately scraping together money until she could barely qualify as a “cum-dump widow” doing dishes. By then the flower would have already withered and be on the verge of death. Only then would she pay an enormous price to pick up the cum-rag everyone else had already used and thrown away.
The moment she thought that, an overwhelming sense of disappointment in the pretty-boy shota who acted like a dirty rag, along with deep-seated rage, surged inside her.
“Fucking bastard. So he was just like all the rest after all. Another one of those academy brats who secretly looks down on me. And just like every other Korean man—nothing but a filthy rag. They all grow up to turn hardworking women into ATMs, turn them into cum-dump widows forced to do their dishes. That Kim Dojin is exactly the same. What ‘pure, frail, legal shota pretty boy’? He’s just a typical kimchi bastard, a doenjang male who opens his legs for every girl in the academy.”
Even though she had only met him for a few minutes, An Sumi had already imagined him as her ideal lover in her heart. Learning he was nothing but a used rag dealt her a massive shock. She decided to take out her petty yet bold revenge on Kim Dojin.
“You piece of shit. I’m going to sell all your panties on the black market. Once they hear they’re the panties of Kim Dojin, the National Hunter Academy idol, every perverted high-roller in the secret auction will fight to buy them. Especially since they’re soaked in so much cum…. …No. I’ll just keep them for myself.”
An Sumi frequently swapped out the underwear of popular, handsome boys at the academy. She had done it so many times that she was an absolute professional. It wasn’t even her own technique; every laundry room employee did the same thing. Of course, as the saying went, long tails get stepped on. Starting this year, rumors had spread and boys rarely brought their laundry anymore. When they did, it was only bulky items like blankets or bedsheets that were hard to wash in their rooms. Even when they brought regular clothes, they washed their underwear themselves using the machines in their private rooms.
Come to think of it, Kim Dojin seemed to be the first boy this year who had come to drop off his underwear. She had heard that the dormitory warden had issued some kind of notice. Was he just an airheaded boy? Or maybe a bold one….
“Still, I feel uneasy about how openly I was fondling his cum in front of him… If he tells the dormitory warden, I’ll be fired…”
Of course, there was a high chance the boy would be too embarrassed about revealing his own shame first, making it unlikely he would report her. Especially someone like Kim Dojin. He hadn’t seemed like the aggressive, strong-willed type. Rather, he had looked deeply ashamed and humiliated by what he had done. That was exactly why she had chosen her targets carefully and snapped at him so harshly about sexual harassment and abuse of power.
“…Ah, is there really no way I can use this to fuck him at least once…? It hasn’t even been that long since the semester started, but if he’s already spreading his legs like a rag, maybe I have a chance too…”
Her previous fury flipped in an instant as An Sumi changed her way of thinking. She stroked her own pussy while scheming how to devour that legal pretty-boy shota.
First, I’ll steal all his underwear… Then after washing the rest of his laundry, I’ll coat it with so much of my juices that he won’t even notice…. Hmm… But how exactly should I go about eating him…? Should I just blackmail him outright with the fact that I found my pussy juice…? No way he’d be stupid enough to give in that easily, right…? Wait, no… From the way he acted earlier, he seemed incredibly docile…. Maybe I should guide the conversation, keep a recorder on… Or install a camera, start with a kiss or light skinship…. Do small things first, then use the video to blackmail him into the next step, slowly, one stage at a time….
# I spent the past two days normally. When I say “normally,” I mean I was normally getting fucked the entire time.
Early in the morning, before even heading to class, I went to the An sisters and got fucked. During morning classes I got called out by Park Hyeji, who had summoned the class president and vice president, and ended up getting fucked by both Park Hyeji and Choi Seoa. After lunch, while trying to avoid the Discipline Department on my way back to the dormitory, I got caught, punched in the stomach for being insolent, and fucked in the bathroom. Then, still for the crime of being insolent, I was dragged to the Discipline Department where I had to beg for forgiveness on my hands and knees, take even more stomach punches, and get fucked some more. After that the An sisters called me again, so I went to their house and got fucked until they finally let me go. When I returned to the dormitory, Lee Jieun and Kim Jina happened to be “out for a post-dinner walk” at exactly that moment and came to my room, where they fucked me until it was time to sleep.
That was roughly the routine I followed as I spent two ordinary days.
But today, Friday, turned out to be a little special right from the start. I had indeed been fucked by the An sisters early in the morning, but after that the usual pattern broke. The student council president had summoned me before morning classes even began.