Chapter 138: ㄴㅇㄱ (5)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 138: ㄴㅇㄱ (5)
I suppressed the urge to scream and took refuge in the men's restroom.
I was so stunned that I quietly opened a stall door and collapsed onto the toilet seat.
When people witness something truly unbelievable, or receive a shock too great to handle, their minds tend to just… stop.
That’s me right now.
This is truly something else.
It's no easy feat to completely blow the mind of an S-rank Hunter who's been through hell and back for twenty years… but she did it.
The shock I felt was beyond words.
Was the outdoor exhibitionism that shocking?
No, of course not.
I mean, it was surprising, but not this surprising.
As a man, it was just a nice treat for the eyes, nothing more.
What shocked me so much was the person doing it.
“To think that Im Na-eun was the exhibitionist girl…”
The modest, shy girl who rarely wore short skirts, who would cover up with a loose-fitting coat as if embarrassed whenever she wore a tight knit shirt that revealed her figure… to think she was doing something like this behind everyone’s back.
“Isn't this a twist on the level of The Sixth Sense?”
The hot exhibitionist girl from the private social media account might actually be a Korea University student!
When that rumor started spreading, you wouldn't believe the talk among the male students.
“She just came onto campus to take the pictures.” “No, she's really a student here.”
I never dreamed I'd be the one to witness the scene that would end the heated debate.
“…And it's my first friend at school, of all people. Damn.”
My fellow students, the exhibitionist girl was a Korea University student after all…!
I let out a silent scream that I could never voice aloud and lost myself in thought for a moment.
“Na-eun must have heard them, too.”
When the guys were talking about the exhibitionist girl, their voices were low but clear.
Clear enough to be overheard if you were just a desk or a row away.
Im Na-eun must have heard them talking about the exhibitionist girl… about herself.
“I wonder how that felt.”
What was going through Na-eun's mind when she heard the guys passing by or sitting behind her making lewd comments about her own exposed photos?
“…Does she get a thrill out of that?”
I don't know.
It'd be weirder if I could understand something I've never once thought about or done myself.
After the initial shock wore off a bit, I cautiously made my way toward the women's restroom.
I caught sight of Na-eun's profile as she stood in front of the mirror, still meticulously taking one photo after another.
…Kinks aside, I have to admit her body is truly incredible.
If Jeong-hee is like a deep well you can't escape and Yu-jeong has a healthy, athletic vibe, what would Na-eun be? Squeezing my limited vocabulary, the word that comes to mind is ‘graceful.’
She's smaller than Jeong-hee or Yu-jeong, but the overall line of her body, starting from her impossibly large breasts for such a small frame, is delicate and beautiful.
I marveled once again at how different every woman's body is as I studied Na-eun's face.
The expression on her face as she took the pictures was truly strange.
It was a mixture of exhilaration, as if she were enjoying the dangerous moment where she'd be branded a pervert if caught, and the anxiety of what might happen if she were discovered.
“Hah, haah…”
Her ragged breaths were mixed with aroused moans.
Her flushed face told me everything.
She was in a state of extreme excitement.
I watched her, holding my breath for quite some time.
“Huuu…”
Her excited breathing finally calmed down.
I just now realized that the periodic click of the shutter had stopped at some point.
Im Na-eun placed the smartphone she'd been clutching onto the counter and began to straighten her clothes.
A bra covered her pale breasts, and a sweatshirt covered the bra.
So it's over.
Feeling a slight sense of disappointment, I pulled my head back from where I'd been peeking and let out a small breath.
For a moment, I wondered what would happen if I revealed myself right then.
But I quickly decided against it.
I felt that before confronting her, I needed to read through her secret SNS account at least once to understand what she truly wanted.
I steadied my breathing, tiptoed out of the lecture hall building, and then sprinted away.
Only after putting several hundred meters between us did I stop and look back at the building I'd just left.
The shocking scene replayed in my mind.
“…I'm not getting any sleep tonight.”
It didn't seem like a night where I'd be able to fall asleep easily.
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With hollow eyes, I let all of today's classes wash over me.
I didn't listen, I literally just let them flow past.
Not even a single syllable from Professor Baek Hyeon-a, who taught in a revealing outfit as if to show off her figure, registered in my brain today.
“Do-jin…?”
“Oh, yeah.”
Na-eun, sitting next to me, asked in a worried tone.
“Are you sick? You look exhausted…”
“No, I'm not sick. I just didn't sleep well last night.”
Correction.
I didn't just sleep poorly; I didn't sleep at all.
Just as I'd expected, sleep wouldn't come.
So, in the quiet of the night, I calmly looked through Im Na-eun's SNS account.
I'd known the account name since the rumors were at their peak.
I'd eavesdropped on some other guys wondering what all the fuss was about, and they'd mentioned it.
I don't know if they were trying to get on my good side or if they just believed in sharing the wealth.
I hadn't paid it much mind since I could see the real thing—a body that no other woman could compare to—whenever I wanted, not just pictures. Who knew it would turn out like this?
The first photo on the account was uploaded about eleven months ago.
A rough calculation means she started the secret account and began posting pictures as soon as she turned twenty.
The first upload was a photo of just her breasts, gently exposed, on what looked like a pink bed in her room.
There wasn't even a caption, just a fresh-faced innocence, a shyness that you could feel through the screen.
That was the beginning of her secret account.
The level of exposure was nothing compared to other secret accounts, but the photo of her flawless body drew countless filthy comments.
Perhaps encouraged by the heated response, she gradually evolved.
The frequency of her uploads, the level of exposure.
The pictures themselves got more explicit, but what was really striking were the captions, which grew bolder with every upload.
[In an empty park♥]
[My new lingerie...♥]
[Secretly masturbated in the bathroom♥ I think just my fingers aren't quite enough anymore...]
[I wish I had a master, like a puppy... A master who would make me whimper♥]
The captions grew more and more explicit.
That's when I felt an immense sense of disconnect.
The difference between the girl I knew and the girl in the secret account was so vast, I wondered if she had a split personality.
Parks, restrooms, building stairwells.
She continued her exhibitionism in places that were deserted, but where someone could appear at any moment.
But starting a month or two ago, the scope of her photo locations narrowed.
To right here, inside Korea University.
I think that's when it started.
The rumors that she was a student or staff member began to circulate because of the photos taken all over the Korea University campus.
And it coincided exactly with when Na-eun, who used to walk home with me, started staying late at school, saying she had more to study.
By the time I'd gone through all eleven months of her posts, it was morning.
The question that filled my mind as I greeted the dawn without having slept a wink was, ‘Why?’
Why did she start doing something like this? Why did she suddenly narrow her photo locations to the university?
And what does she really want?
“Do-jin, aren't you going home?”
The voice of the person filling my thoughts snapped me out of my reverie.
The last class is already over?
I stuffed the textbooks scattered on my desk into my bag and asked her.
“You heading to the library again today?”
“Yep, finals are just around the corner. Gotta study hard!”
Watching her make a determined pose, clenching both fists, another wave of disconnect washed over me.
She's probably telling the truth about studying.
And when night falls, she'll slip out of the library, find a suitable spot to take her exhibitionist photos, then go home, pick the best one, and upload it.
“Alright, study hard.”
“Okay, see you tomorrow!”
I parted ways with Na-eun, who waved with a bright smile.
Then, instead of going home, I went to my private practice room and calmly waited for night to fall.
“……”
I've been agonizing over it since last night.
Now that I've seen this side of her that she's kept hidden from everyone, what the hell am I supposed to do?
To be honest, she's been on my radar from the very beginning.
For a long time now, I'd been planning to casually leap over the line of friendship and push things much further when the time was right.
I was fully prepared to cross that line at the slightest opportunity.
“I just never thought the opportunity would come like this…”
The opportunity is just so baffling and unfamiliar.
And the disconnect—the feeling that she's a completely different person from her usual self—is what's made me hesitate until now.
But now, I've finally made up my mind.
Or more accurately, I've had a realization.
I was overthinking it.
What was my goal in this life?
Wasn't it simply to live my life doing whatever I want as much as possible?
This is no different.
The unexpected nature of the opportunity, the unbridgeable disconnect—none of it matters.
Only one thing is important.
Do I want to have sex with her, or not?
In other words, the answer was already decided.
A long, long time ago.
* * *
Buried in her books, Im Na-eun was studying frantically when she suddenly lifted her head and looked around.
The library, which had been packed at first, was now nearly empty.
Only a handful of students remained, turning pages with dazed expressions.
She looked out the window and saw that darkness had fallen.
She swallowed hard, quietly packed her things, and left the library.
The cold night air felt refreshing.
Especially because the campus was unusually quiet tonight.
Worried someone might see her, she walked quickly into the liberal arts lecture building.
If yesterday's destination was the restroom, today's was a large, open lecture hall.
To raise the stakes, which had been stagnating recently, she planned to leave behind a video and photos of herself masturbating on a desk in the large lecture hall.
Click.
As she opened the door to the empty classroom, a shiver ran down her spine.
The thrill and sense of liberation that would come from secretly masturbating in a place where dozens of students gathered for class already made her head tingle.
She took a small tripod from deep within her bag, set it up on a desk, and mounted her smartphone on it.
After carefully adjusting the angle to only show her body from the neck down, she blushed and slowly took off her clothes.
Puffer jacket, hoodie, jeans.
A small tremor ran through her as the cool air brushed against her exposed skin.
The sense of immorality, of doing something she knew she shouldn't, began to eat away at her reason.
With the last shred of her rationality, she put on a black mask just in case.
Then, having thrown off even her underwear, she sat on the predetermined desk and spread her legs.
From her vulva, starkly revealed between her M-shaped legs, a clear fluid was already steadily seeping out.
“Haah… I'm already wet.”
She lightly caressed herself with fingers that had grown cold from the chilly weather.
“Hiit…!”
The cold touch, combined with the thrill of the open space, shot through her mind.
“Aahng, haaht…!”
Just as her reason was becoming paralyzed and she was helplessly sinking into the tingling pleasure from her core…
“Hey, it's been a week. Isn't it time to give up?”
“Shut up and follow me, you bastard. I've got a really good feeling about tonight.”
“Huu… Just for tonight.”
The voices of two unfamiliar men echoed from the hallway.
“Hhuk…?!”
A sense of crisis shot through the roof, and her entire body felt like it was melting.
At the same time, her mind began sending frantic warnings.
You have to get away now. If you're caught, it's over.
“Ah, aah…”
The worst-case scenario played out in her head.
Judging by their conversation, they were clearly looking for her.
If they were to run into her in this state….
‘Oh, no.’
As if doused with ice water, a sliver of her ability to act returned.
And their footsteps reached her now-sensitive ears.
‘They're… they're close.’
The distinct sound of their steps told her they weren't far.
She hastily gathered her camera, bag, and clothes and pressed her body against the classroom wall.
“Hht…!”
A small moan escaped her lips as her bare skin touched the chilly wall.
“Hey, did you hear something just now?”
“Hear what?”
“I thought I heard it from over there…”
They were getting closer.
Thump! Thump!
Her heart pounded so hard it felt like it would leap out of her mouth if she opened it.
Just as the footsteps stopped in front of the classroom door and a hand began to turn the knob…
A sudden gust of wind rustled her hair.
And then.
Someone pulled her back, and a large hand shot out to cover her mouth.
“Shh…”
As if obeying a command, she clamped her mouth shut, stifling the scream that was dying to get out.