She Didn't Know What a Cock Was #2
She Didn't Know What a Cock Was #2
[Advanced Physical Education] is a department that offers Seonsuban students a goal to strive for their dreams, and for Jeonggyuban students, it enriches their lives. Naturally, their attitudes towards the department are bound to be different.
However, among the Jeonggyuban students, there is one who approaches the department with a determination no less fierce than that of the Seonsuban students.
Her name is 'Ha-rim'.
Perhaps due to her half-closed eyes, she gives off a languid impression, but she is a person whose intensity for life stands out the most. When evaluating her, two things naturally come to mind: one, the fact that she is the granddaughter of a chaebol family, and two, the fact that she is a disabled person without arms.
Each of these was an extraordinary condition, but when combined, something felt strange.
'The risk of having no arms' and 'the background of being a chaebol'.
Considering the power of money in modern society, it was clear that the advantage of being a 'chaebol' overwhelmingly outweighed the disadvantage of 'disability'.
Is her body inconvenient? It's enough for the world to become convenient. This might sound like an arrogant statement, but in a society where the joke "landlords are above God" exists, it's a sufficiently realistic thought.
Ha-rim's family has ample power. They own a construction business with an overwhelming market share, building 50% of the country's structures, and a shipbuilding industry ranked among the top three in the world... They are truly a chaebol family beyond imagination.
What was strange was that she didn't have a single attendant, which was truly odd. No matter how hard she tried, her physical limitations couldn't be completely overcome. Without an attendant, she would periodically experience wasted time and awkward situations.
Even now, while running, her shoe came off, causing her to spin around and spend a long time tying the laces in the middle of the sidewalk. Many classmates frowned at her going against the flow.
If it were me, I would have been so annoyed that I would have hired at least 10 attendants, but she was unperturbed. Her dignified appearance, even under the cruel gazes of her classmates, elicited admiration.
To state my very crude, honest impression, it was, 'You have to be like that to live proudly even with a disability!'
Rumor has it that her grades are also top-tier. Not just any school, but Queen Valtz Academy, where only the best talents gather. Somehow, she seems like a more outstanding human than me, who has all my limbs intact.
She was intense and passionate in everything she did. To an incomprehensible degree.
The funny thing was that despite her intensity, she exuded a sense of ease. Like a pampered granddaughter from a wealthy family, she didn't show anxiety or impatience even when things went wrong or her body was inconvenient.
It wasn't a feeling of ease emerging from intensity. It was intensity emerging from ease. It was like watching a frog born from a tadpole.
Ha-rim was like a nonsensical riddle that became more confusing the more hints you were given. As an ordinary commoner, I couldn't understand it even a tiny bit.
"Want some water?"
"...Get lost."
And among the heroines, she was the most wary of people.
* * *
Cho-yul cleared the hurdles. The hurdles were fixed on poles, and there were 10 of them along the straight track.
33-inch hurdles. Cho-yul ran with rhythm. In fact, in hurdle races, maintaining a consistent rhythm at a steady speed is paramount. This is because the spacing between hurdles is narrower than one might think, and if the flow is broken, the record gets shattered.
Cho-yul knocked over a few hurdles. No problem.
Contrary to a layman's misunderstanding, knocking over hurdles in a hurdle race does not result in disqualification. If an athlete knocks over a hurdle, their speed slows down, which is a disadvantage. In other words, knocking over a hurdle is a penalty for the athlete, so there are no additional sanctions.
Of course, intentionally knocking over hurdles or going around them to avoid them would result in disqualification.
"Ohhh, 12.5 seconds!! I don't know much, but isn't that a crazy record?!"
The one holding the stopwatch wasn't the coach, but me. And I, Ji-yoon, was five times more manly than any man!
If Cho-yul happened to knock over a hurdle, it was also me who set it back up.
Since I had deliciously consumed pussy juice during class, this much effort was nothing. In fact, I even thought it wasn't enough.
...Today, I finally understood why salt dishes are a global bestseller. I almost wanted to bring a separate plastic bottle to collect pussy juice and use it later when cooking.
'Of course, if I squeezed out pussy juice, I'd probably use it when masturbating.'
The sad thing was that after I squeezed out the pussy juice, Cho-yul started to be wary of me. We still sat next to each other and chatted, but she kept her butt pulled back, maintaining a posture ready to flee at any moment. As a gourmet, it was sad to see such a tantalizing treat out of reach.
"But, there are so many other people, is it okay for me to help you? I mean, now that I think about it, I don't really know anything about track and field?"
Honestly, helping Cho-yul was an attractive service that allowed me to legally ogle her legs. Conversely, from Cho-yul's perspective, there were many people who could help her besides a leech like me.
"...It's a date, isn't it, a date."
"A date?"
"...Then what did you think it was?"
"Haha..."
I really hadn't imagined it. No matter how much I thought back, I hadn't done anything specific, but before I knew it, Cho-yul and I had become an ambiguous pair.
...It's good that she's taking it seriously, but wouldn't it be even better if she'd let me have her pussy?!
Of course, it was merely a relationship beyond friendship; no one thought it was a romantic relationship yet. To be more precise, it could be described as a relationship where they were observing each other. In other words, 'something' (the Korean term 'ssom' for a pre-relationship flirtation).
As an ambiguous relationship, each of them showed a clear difference in their thoughts.
'Will she allow thigh sex?' was Ji-yoon's thought, and 'Ji-yoon seems to be only after my body...' was Cho-yul's thought.
In fact, Cho-yul also desired Ji-yoon's body so much that her nipples got erect, but she remembered Palnam-dong Succubus-nim's teaching, 'Don't give in too easily,' and tried to maintain her boundaries.
To be more honest, the reason she pulled her butt back during class was that she was afraid she might lose her reason and cross the line if she wasn't careful. ...Cho-yul's libido was by no means low.
"Oh, you've sweated a lot. Come here, I'll wipe you down."
" ... "
Ji-yoon sequentially wiped Cho-yul's clean neckline, firm abs, and thick thighs. In reality, it felt more like kneading than wiping.
After wiping away all the sweat, Ji-yoon threw the towel over her own head. The phrase "what a woman" naturally came to mind.
'Ah, I want to masturbate with this towel.'
...The phrase "crazy bitch" suited her better than "what a woman."
Meanwhile, in a shaded spot amidst dense bushes, quiet enough to hear the chirping of insects, there was a tanned blonde woman.
She was watching Ji-yoon and Cho-yul from a distance. A vodka-like e-cigarette emitted heavy smoke. Fierce eyes gleamed within the smoke.
It was the gaze of a predator with a clear purpose. A fly landed on her nose. She continued to emit smoke as if it didn't matter.
An incomprehensible murmur repeated from Park Tae-i's lips.
* * *
On a noisy crosswalk with heavy foot traffic, a man in clean clothes, awkwardly trying to look stylish, stood.
He was clearly nervous, but he took a deep breath and opened his mouth, pretending to be confident.
"Excuse me... could you spare a moment?"
" ? "
She turned her head but only stared blankly at my face; no words came back.
"Pfft... I mustered up the courage, but now that I've stopped you, it's hard to even find a topic to talk about."
His trembling voice revealed that he was a shy and introverted person.
"I won't ask for your number. Just take mine. If you're willing to talk, please contact me!"
"Fuck off, you bastard."
" ?!! "
"I don't treat men like men unless their dicks are as big as my forearm."
"......"
"Ah, sorry, I got pissed off for a moment and went overboard. It was good to see you muster up courage. Let's all fight on in life!"
" ... "
The man couldn't move even when the crosswalk light turned red. A frantic 'Bbaaaang!' filled the road. I felt guilty, as if I had crushed his spirit.
'But what the fuck am I supposed to do about this shitty dick?'
At least this man was mild-mannered, so it was fine, but when some random shitty old men hit on me, I genuinely wanted to kill them. Especially when encountering an old man with a flashy gold wristwatch, I had to avoid him at all costs. From experience, there was a high probability of having a hellish experience.
'...If I get a chance, I should buy the Bamkkot Chechwi skill I saw before.'
- Bamkkot Chechwi: Males are not attracted to you.
(Warning: Animals of male gender will unconsciously be wary of you.)
* Requires 300 Eunhwa.
As soon as I collect enough Eunhwa, I'm definitely buying it. This isn't how a person should live. As soon as I step out of school, dicks start wagging, and I just want to rip them off.
Still, it was fortunate that most men treated me gently. In fact, no one ever crossed the line, except for that bald bastard I saw before.
It's a good thing the public safety is good. If I lived in some slum, I might have been fucked long ago. Ah, wait, I just imagined it... Ughhh....
Feeling nauseous, I stopped by a convenience store and looked for throat lozenges. I found a 'Flat Cola' flavor and was dumbfounded. With a hollow laugh, I impulsively bought the 'Flat Cola'. I felt like a laughter whore.
Since it contained menthol, the inherent coolness of the throat lozenge was not an issue. Surprisingly, it was sweet and good, and I even had the intention to repurchase it if I thought of it later.
Before I knew it, I arrived home. I opened the door to the damp semi-basement. The unique, heavy air settled heavily in my lungs.
It was late. I immediately prepared dinner.
- Ding-dong!
"...Who is it?"
The doorbell rang shortly after I came in. The doorbell was the only lively thing in the dilapidated house.
"Who is it?"
- ...Open up.
There was no camera, so I couldn't see her face, but the voice was familiar.
"...Park Tae-i, perhaps?"
- Open up while I'm asking nicely. Before I kill you.
"Yes."
Park Tae-i wasn't someone who threatened just for intimidation. She was a bitch who would actually do what she said.
Creak, creak.
I disengaged the security and opened the door. As soon as I opened it, Park Tae-i shoved my shoulder like a wild boar and entered.
"Tae-i, Tae-i? ...What's wrong?"
"Shut up. If you don't want to die, don't even dream of screaming."
She threw me onto the bed mattress. It was a hearty throw that most macho men couldn't even attempt.
"Ugh!"
"I've made up my mind. As of today, you're my woman."
Park Tae-i bared her breasts. Park Tae-i's nipples, which I was seeing for the first time, were baby pink.
'Wow... so pretty.'
My hands were seized. My clothes began to be stripped off one by one while I was restrained. I had expected it, but the difference in strength was immense.
"...Why are you doing this coercively?"
"No matter how much of a whore you've been, once I thoroughly fuck you, you'll submit on your own."
She exuded confidence about sex. I never imagined that even a delinquent would use such an aggressive and destructive method.
'...This is Geumtaeyang.'
There was no sign of guilt about rape.
The funny thing was, unlike in the 1st Hoicha, Park Tae-i in the 2nd Hoicha didn't know I had a dick.