Chapter 199: Crossing the Line
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 199: Crossing the Line
I remained in the President's arms, pouring out the worries I'd been holding in my heart.
Of course, this wouldn't solve all my problems.
But just being able to tell someone what was weighing on my heart made my gloomy mood feel much lighter.
After talking for quite a while, I glanced at the clock and saw it was past midnight.
I pulled away from her embrace and said, "I'm sorry, Kumiko-senpai. I must have kept you for too long."
"No, I was fine. This is the first time we've had such a deep conversation since the deserted island, isn't it?"
The President said with a gentle smile, then straightened her clothes, which had been disheveled from my embrace.
I hadn't noticed before, but now I saw she was dressed in rather thin clothes.
The red camisole under her brown cardigan subtly drew my eye.
Sensing my gaze, the President blushed and pulled her cardigan closed.
"...Pervert."
"Ah, no. That wasn't my intention."
As I flusteredly waved my hands and quickly turned to sit down, I heard the President stifle a laugh behind me.
"Hehe, I'm just kidding. I wouldn't like it from anyone else, but I'm happy to have you look at me that way, Yoo-Sung."
"......"
My heart was pounding.
This was the first time, in both my past and present lives combined, that I'd shared such a deep emotional connection with a woman.
As I hesitated, wondering whether to turn back around, I suddenly felt the President's breath near my ear.
I jumped in surprise, my shoulders trembling slightly, as the President, now pressed against my back, whispered into my ear.
"If you're prepared to take responsibility to the end, come to my room by 1 AM. I'll wash up and wait for you."
Gulp—
I swallowed without realizing it.
'This means what I think it means, right?'
A truly blatant invitation.
Honestly, I never thought the President would go this far.
A young man and woman in their prime living under the same roof... it's not that I hadn't had such audacious thoughts, but I never imagined they'd become reality.
After the President quietly closed the door and left, I was left alone, wondering if I was dreaming. I pinched my cheek.
"Agh!"
It hurt. It hurt a lot.
And that sharp pain hammered home the fact that this was all real.
'I'm about to do... that... with the President?'
If I'd told my past self from a year ago about this, he would've definitely told me to stop spouting nonsense.
"...This is no time to be standing around."
I shot up from my seat and hurriedly started to get ready.
It was likely the first time for both of us, and I didn't want to leave her with a bad memory.
*
'What do I do, what do I do, what do I do.'
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Back in her room, Saionji Kumiko clutched her pounding chest with her right hand.
But her racing heart showed no signs of calming down.
'Well, I followed Minami's advice, but...'
Since it was past midnight, it was technically yesterday.
After seeing Kim Yoo-Sung and Rika looking affectionate on their amusement park date, Kumiko had felt a strange sense of crisis and sought advice from her subordinate, Minami.
She'd asked how she could mark Kim Yoo-Sung as hers.
Minami had thought for a long time with a troubled expression before answering.
"You must become Kim Yoo-Sung's first partner, my lady."
Men usually never forget their first love or their first partner.
Virginity.
For the daughter of a prestigious family, it was one of the most important virtues.
Depending on the future husband, the fact that a woman wasn't a virgin could be grounds for breaking off an engagement, and indeed, there were countless such cases among Kumiko's acquaintances.
In other words, giving up her virginity was tantamount to resolving to spend her life with that person.
But Kumiko, who had already made that resolve the moment she left home, muttered blankly after hearing Minami's answer.
"Is that all it takes?"
Beside her, Minami had an 'oops' expression and said, "Of course, sexual relations among teenagers are ethically discouraged. If a child were to be conceived, very few people are capable of taking responsibility for it. Since you will soon be an adult, my lady, perhaps waiting until then would be..."
"No!"
But Kumiko cut Minami off firmly.
"If I wait that long, someone might steal Yoo-Sung from me!"
There's a saying: Just because there's a goalie, doesn't mean you can't score.
She trusted Kim Yoo-Sung and knew that he loved her too.
But there were still countless other women around Kim Yoo-Sung who adored him.
No matter how much he loved her, if those women made a full-frontal assault, there was a chance his youthful vigor would get the better of him and he'd give in.
That's why she, his girlfriend, had to be the one to satisfy his boiling libido.
It was a role only she in the whole world could fill.
"I'll give it a try. It's not like I wasn't interested in... lewd things."
"...If you had an older brother, he'd definitely be giving you a smack right now."
"Hm? What did you say?"
"No, I didn't say anything."
With that final memory of Minami's prim expression, Kumiko's recollection ended.
"Hah—this is no time to be standing around."
Snapping back to her senses, Kumiko hurriedly began to gather her bathing supplies.
She'd asked him to come to her room by 1 AM because she needed time to prepare, but now there were only about 40 minutes left.
Creeak!
Opening a drawer to get a change of underwear, Kumiko hesitated for a long moment before pulling out a red, rose-patterned lingerie set she had tucked away deep inside.
It was 'battle lingerie' she'd bought on the way home, just in case.
Gulp!
Normally, she would have dismissed it as vulgar and not even glanced at it, but she'd been swayed by Minami's sweet talk about how men secretly like lewd things and had impulsively bought it.
"...Just this once."
Swallowing an excuse directed at no one in particular, she hid the red lingerie set under a towel.
Leaving her room, Kumiko quickly darted her eyes around—as if she'd committed a crime—and hurried to the bathroom.
*
Knock, knock!
"Kumiko-senpai. May I come in?"
"C-Come in."
Hearing the President's voice from beyond the door, I opened it with a tense expression.
"......"
About two weeks had passed since Kumiko-senpai started living at my house.
At first, the room had felt stark and empty with nothing but a futon, but now that it was filled with her things, it had the warm scent of being lived in.
As I hesitantly entered the room, the President, who was sitting in a formal seiza position on the neatly laid-out futon, blushed and asked me, "Why are you just standing there?"
"Ah, no. It's just... I feel so honored, it's like I don't belong here."
"Hmph."
When I gave my honest impression, the President made a slightly deflated face and chuckled, then patted the spot next to her.
"Don't just stand there, come and sit. My neck is starting to hurt."
"Yes, ma'am."
Following the President's command, I quickly sat down on the futon.
We naturally ended up facing each other.
I was the first to break the strange silence that filled the room.
"You're beautiful."
"Y-You think so?"
Seemingly embarrassed by my sudden compliment, the President tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and averted her gaze.
She usually wore light clothing like a cardigan and camisole, but it was nothing compared to what she was wearing now.
A white negligee.
The translucent negligee, so sheer you could see right through it, revealed the President's pale skin underneath.
The soft, orange-tinted light cast shadows that accentuated her perfect proportions—curving out where they should and in where they shouldn't.
And beneath that white negligee was a provocative red lingerie set, the complete opposite of her usual image.
The lavishly embroidered roses immediately captured my attention.
A moment later, the President, who had been moving her lips without a sound, turned her head away and said, "I prepared all of this... for you, Yoo-Sung."
"...!"
The moment I heard those words, it felt like a bolt of lightning had struck my mind.
'She's so cute.'
The usual President was cute in her own way, with a hint of ditziness hidden beneath her perfection, but right now, she was the very incarnation of cuteness.
"Hah!"
When I came to my senses, I was already holding the President in my arms.
Startled by the sudden embrace, the President let out a strange sound before quietly burying her face in my chest.
I spoke to her gently in a low voice.
"Kumiko-senpai."
"...Yes."
"Thank you for loving me."
She slowly lifted her head, gave me a soft smile, and pecked me on the lips.
"Me too."
In that moment, our hearts connected, and we began to kiss in earnest.
Not the shy, bird-like kisses we usually shared, but a deep kiss, tongues intertwining.
Her body naturally fell backward.
Lying on the futon, the President avoided my gaze, perhaps out of shyness, and said, "It's my first time, so please be gentle."
I cast my shadow over her slender body and replied, "I'll keep that in mind."
*
Chirp! Chirp!
The next morning.
Waking with difficulty to the sound of chirping sparrows, Kumiko recalled the night's lovemaking and thought, '...Minami, I don't think I can handle him on my own.'
Kim Yoo-Sung... his stamina was just too much.