Hehe.. Someone, please save me #2
Hehe.. Someone, please save me #2
"Hey!!! What are you guys doing!!!"
Park Tae-i's Metal Bat stopped. She had always been strangely good at keeping her boundaries in front of adults.
"...Park Tae-i, are you going to keep doing this!!"
A slightly hysterical tone leaked out. Since Park Tae-i had been swinging the bat, it was natural for the blame to fall on her.
Indeed, Park Tae-i was in the wrong.
Cho-yul's face had changed into an expression straight out of a movie. It was the first time I had felt such coldness from Cho-yul.
Due to our positions, only Park Tae-i and I could see Cho-yul's expression. Park Tae-i let out a small scoff.
Screech—
Their relationship had deteriorated to an irreparable state.
I was powerless. I hated this weak body that couldn't do anything.
"Park Tae-i, you go to the faculty office, and Cho-yul, you go into the lounge. I'll speak with you both separately."
The homeroom teacher definitely had charisma. Perhaps because of her sharp impression, her voice carried authority even without saying much. Park Tae-i and Cho-yul left the classroom without any complaints.
"This is confiscated."
"..."
Kang Min-gyeong confiscated Park Tae-i's menacing Metal Bat.
The teacher almost dropped the bat when she grabbed it; she seemed surprised by how heavy it was.
I had also picked it up out of curiosity before and almost fell over because it was heavier than I expected. Was it some kind of custom-made item...?
After sorting out the situation, the homeroom teacher systematically questioned the students.
"Why did they fight?"
"When did they start fighting?"
"Were they always on bad terms?"
......
...
"Lee Ji-yoon, explain."
"..."
I wanted to avoid it, but after persistent questioning, I was singled out.
"...I don't really know."
I deliberately avoided the teacher's gaze. It was something that couldn't be explained in the first place.
If I called it a lovers' quarrel, I'd become a lesbian bitch who came out, and if I called it a friendship rivalry, no one would believe me.
"Tell me straight, what happened?"
"...I don't know why they fought either. They were usually on bad terms, but not to the point of fighting."
"..."
"..."
I feigned ignorance. The teacher couldn't press me for too long, perhaps because morning assembly was approaching.
"Those with dustpans, sweep here, and those with gloves, sort the fragments here."
An untimely major cleanup began. We cleaned up the broken chairs and righted the overturned desks.
Surprisingly, the biggest problem wasn't the chairs, but a coffee tumbler. The shattered tumbler, along with its liquid contents, turned some areas into a Nile River.
"Hmm, hmm."
Although I wasn't the one who broke it, I felt unnecessarily sorry and awkward. My classmates didn't say much because I was a well-known delinquent, but I'm sure they were cursing me out internally.
"...But why is your uniform in such a state?"
Teacher Kang Min-gyeong asked.
"...I apologize. I've been so preoccupied lately that I haven't been able to wash my uniform. I don't have a spare, so I wore it as is in a hurry."
Perhaps because I looked pathetic, she didn't nag me any further.
Somehow, I felt like a victim of domestic violence, but as the homeroom teacher, she probably knew my personal details.
"...They were insolent beasts. Commoners are indeed vulgar."
Im Yu-na commented briefly on the commotion. It was a bit funny that a woman who had been sipping wine while others cleaned was discussing standards.
Of course, I was too scared to even make eye contact.
* * *
When Park Tae-i and Cho-yul disappeared, I felt a void. Having been squeezed between them all this time, suddenly sitting alone brought a coexistence of comfort and emptiness.
Actually, being sexually harassed by them was very sexy. It was just that I was afraid of being caught by them.
The memory of desperately stopping their hands from going to my dick now felt like a distant memory.
'Those were the days... I was really young back then... Haha.'
I stroked a non-existent beard like an old man enjoying the finer things in life. I suddenly regretted never having grown a beard when I was a man.
'My wish was to wear a wild beard and a stylish suit contrasting it, then try to pick up women...'
Now, I didn't even grow leg hair, let alone a beard. Women also grow leg hair like men, but perhaps due to game correction, this body didn't even grow armpit hair.
I wondered if other women also didn't grow hair like me. Perhaps all the razor companies in this world went out of business a long time ago.
I leisurely looked around the classroom, lost in these random thoughts.
'...Now that I look, even the girls who aren't heroines are hot.'
I watched the girl in the fourth row from the front. Her skirt was flipped up. She didn't seem to realize that her skirt was caught on the chair, exposing her butt.
Perhaps she didn't notice because she was wearing thick pantyhose. Thanks to that, I could admire the erotic shape of her translucent flesh-colored skin.
My dick got hard.
...Just in time, there was no one around. I confidently pulled out my dick. The huge, sensitive pillar took over the space under the desk.
'Fuck... these hot bitches.'
I started jerking off while watching my classmates. The person I focused on the most was the girl wearing pantyhose I mentioned earlier.
Jerking off while watching a girl I'd never even spoken to... It felt like watching live porn.
It had been a long time since I'd jerked off by hand... I hadn't done it for a long time even before being caught by Park Tae-i, so it was self-pleasure after at least three weeks.
With my chin on the desk, I jerked off with both hands. I punished the students who were carelessly exposing their inner thighs, thinking they were safe because only girls were around.
...Perhaps they were deliberately exposing themselves for me, who had suffered so much?
My rational brain screamed at me to stop talking nonsense, but the brain in my lower body applauded, saying it was the correct answer.
Since the opinions were split 2 to 1, the legitimacy of jerking off was proven based on democracy. Indeed, modern political systems were perfect.
Swoosh- Swoosh- Swoosh- Swoosh-
"...Don't you hear a strange sound from somewhere?"
"What?.. Hmm, I think I hear something..."
"...I don't hear anything?"
A few classmates reacted to the sound of me jerking off. The thought that they had heard my dick made my semen surge.
'Heueung... I like it...'
I felt an antisocial sense of liberation from this perverted act, which was close to a crime.
Since there were many masturbation targets around, class time wasn't boring. However, Im Yu-na had personal PTSD (Post-traumatic Stress Disorder), so I couldn't even look at her back.
'Ugh, I'm cumming!'
Splurt, splurt, splurrrrt.
Semen flowed out like juice. Usually, I'd shoot semen like a water gun, but it seemed my ejaculation was delayed because I was jerking off to someone wearing clothes.
Thanks to that, the semen, which should have been jelly-like, flowed down like water.
"Ji-yoon."
"!!!"
I was enjoying the afterglow while lying face down when I heard a voice from behind me. I was so startled that I couldn't even react.
Creak-creak-creak.
I turned my head. It sounded like an old wardrobe opening. The person who spoke to me was none other than Ha-yoon.
"Ha, Ha-yoon? Oh, it's been a while. Haha..."
"......Be careful."
"...What?"
Ha-yoon left after telling me to be careful. I was dumbfounded by the sudden situation. I didn't understand her intention.
I turned my head and saw a neatly folded note on the desk. It seemed Ha-yoon had left it.
'A note?'
I unfolded the paper, which had been folded three times diagonally, and spread out the stick-shaped note.
-- It's Cho-yul! --
I don't know exactly what's going on, but if you need help, come to the athletes' Gymnasium Storage at school at 2 AM!
It's late, but the security guard only dozes off after 1 AM, so there's no other way... Sorry, I don't have my phone!!
...Cho-yul's note ended there. I didn't know how she sent a note when she was isolated. And I didn't understand why she had to say it in a note when she could have just said it at school.
'...What is this, really?'
* * *
It was only after lunch break that I understood why Cho-yul had given me the note.
"Cho-yul and Tae-i were processed for early leave. ...They went to receive school violence education, so there's nothing to be envious of."
Surprisingly, the school didn't consider this incident a simple fight.
It seemed they took it seriously because it wasn't just a fistfight; chairs were broken, and a weapon was wielded.
'What's going on with the situation?'
I remembered Cho-yul's note in my pocket.
...I wondered if Park Tae-i, who showed such strong obsession with me, had gone along quietly. I prayed for her to stop hitting people and offered my condolences to the counselors.
Today was the day for [Advanced Physical Education]. Since no one approached me, I spent a quiet class period.
While leaving school after classes, I suddenly had an epiphany.
'...Wait, is this my chance to escape? Park Tae-i is gone!'
"Why aren't you going inside?"
"Ugh-kek!"
I bit my tongue.
They say speak of the devil and he shall appear... Goosebumps like ladybugs rose on my arms. I truly felt my heart drop.
"No random bitches came near you, did they? ...Or did you flirt with anyone?"
"Yes, yes!! I behaved modestly, like Tae-i-nim's woman!!"
"...Suspicious."
I hastily threw the note I received from Cho-yul onto the floor.
Pretending not to be flustered, I bravely walked and opened the semi-basement door. As soon as I opened it, a hot blast of air rushed in. Because we had been having sex indiscriminately, the entire house was permeated with the pungent smell of semen and vaginal fluid.
As soon as I entered, my clothes were stripped off.
......
...
"Fuck me harder! Harder!!"
"Heueuk!! Heueueuk!!"
My semen was squeezed out.
...Her natural movements led to an excellent sex sense, and as time passed, I began to be overwhelmingly devoured.
Park Tae-i, who had begun to adapt to my huge dick, seemed like an insurmountable wall. I was nothing more than a dildo without a personality.
'...She said 2 AM, didn't she?'
I lay down on the pile of cotton, which could barely be called a bed anymore.
I quietly made a plan to escape. Fortunately, since I hadn't resisted at all until now, Park Tae-i's guard had lowered.
...
Night fell.
The arms that had been hugging me like a doll naturally loosened over time. I turned my head to check the clock on the wall.
'12 o'clock...'
There was still plenty of time left. Every time I felt myself drifting off to sleep, I squeezed my balls. It hurt like hell.
12:29...
12:56...
01:18...
01:27...
'1:47 AM.'
It was the perfect time. Park Tae-i's breathing was also quiet. I got up very carefully. Knowing this would happen, I deliberately didn't take off my socks.
I tiptoed to the door. *Click*, I turned the key. ...It was a relief that the door was an old-fashioned key lock, not a digital one.
The cold night air filled my chest. I put on the shoes I had brought. My heart was pounding.
Tap... Tap... Tap-tap... Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap!
The further I got from the house, the faster I ran. I was too scared to look back. The more distance I put between us, the greater my fear grew.
'This is okay, right? I didn't make a mistake, did I? Please!!'
I arrived at school. I pushed my head into the secret hole I'd heard about from the delinquent unnis.
'It's unbelievably narrow!!'
Possessed by a mole, I dug through the ground and forcibly squeezed my body in. My belly was scraped by a stone, and my back twisted.
'Fucking...'
I walked towards the athletes' Gymnasium Storage, staunching the blood flowing from my stomach. Since the secret hole was near the sports field, it didn't take long to get to the Gymnasium Storage.
...The storage room was wide open. I carefully entered, my back pressed against the wall.
"You came?"
Cho-yul was waiting for me. She was wearing comfortable casual sportswear.
"Cho-yul... H-huk."
I had been terrified, feeling like I was filming a ghost house alone, but upon meeting someone, I felt such relief that tears welled up.
"Woah, why are you crying!!"
A flustered Cho-yul rushed over and hugged me. She stroked my head and tidied my clothes. As she did, she muttered, 'That Park Tae-i bitch...' She seemed to be misunderstanding something based on the state of my clothes.
I poured out tears and snot into Cho-yul's embrace. Even with the sticky, yellowish liquid, Cho-yul's expression didn't wrinkle. She was like a mother bird.
"......What are you fucking bitches doing."
"!!!"