Chapter 14
Chapter 14
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 14
Chapter Title: Blackmailed and Summoned by Geum Tae-yeon (1)
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"Good work."
Eum Ji-hye had called out the class president and vice president under that pretense just to use the Hypnosis App. There was no other reason.
She hypnotized us and we had deflowering sex. That was it. Eum Ji-hye had nothing else to do with us.
"You can head home now. Teacher still has work to do."
Eum Ji-hye sent me and Class President Mi packing. She fucked us and then told us to go home.
It was absurd, but it didn't feel bad. It was just so like her that it was funny.
"...We'll be going now, Teacher."
Class President Mi gave an awkward bow and left the lounge. I followed right after her.
The academy was still bustling. Afternoon classes were in session, after all.
Everyone else was grinding away while I got to head home—it was an indescribable thrill. The sensation of being detached from the social order was electric.
What could she be thinking?
As I walked side by side with Class President Mi, that curiosity suddenly hit me. I wondered how the thought processes of a girl under hypnosis had changed.
"Mi."
"...What?"
Class President Mi pushed up her glasses with her index finger and shot me a glare. A strange emotion flickered in her eyes.
It was envy.
Even under hypnosis, her personal feelings weren't fully suppressed. She still felt jealousy, envy, all of it.
Class President Mi envied Eum Ji-hye. Not enough to covet her position, but still.
"Keep what happened today a secret."
"...Of course. I won't tell anyone."
Thanks to the Hypnosis App's effect, it wasn't that she wouldn't talk—it was that she couldn't. She seemed to think it was her own choice, though.
"Thanks, Mi."
At my thanks, Class President Mi gave an awkward smile and turned her head forward. She quickened her pace toward home.
I kept walking with her until our paths split. We didn't talk much, but I trailed along behind her.
"See you, Mi. Catch you at the academy tomorrow."
I parted ways with Class President Mi and headed home. Since I'd been there the day before, I didn't get lost.
It was still bright afternoon. No one was home. I still didn't know the passcode.
I've got a way.
I messaged Juyeon-hee to ask for the passcode. She'd probably think it was weird, but whatever. I could play it off as forgetting.
[Juyeon-hee] ─ ???
[Juyeon-hee] ─ Forgetting the passcode? Come on.
I quickly convinced the dubious Juyeon-hee. I whined that I wanted to shower and nagged her for the code. Less than a minute later, it came through.
I punched the passcode into the door lock and hit enter. The mechanism clicked open, and the door swung free. I slipped inside fast.
The house was quiet. No twin little sister, no aunt. Just me standing there alone. It was the kind of vibe you only got from leaving early.
Shower first.
I hadn't properly cleaned up after sex with Eum Ji-hye. The teachers' lounge didn't have shower facilities.
And there was no way Juyeon-woo's personality would let him use the academy showers.
I'd summoned insane willpower to make it home. Only now did I feel like showering. I was dying to rinse my sticky crotch. Wipes had their limits.
Shhhhh—.
I stripped and stepped into the bathroom. I turned on the hot water and washed up. Lathered body wash over my limp dick and scrubbed.
Thinking about it, I'd been indulging in way more sex than I deserved over the past two days. It was a feast beyond anything I'd experienced in my life.
But I had to be careful. Pretty Geum Tae-yeon, plain-looking Eum Ji-hye... and next?
Some ridiculously ugly woman might blackmail and jump me. No, it was 100% guaranteed to happen.
I've gotta be really careful.
The water sobered me up. All the NTR hentai I'd jerked off to lined up in my head, worst-case scenarios flashing by.
Hobos, old men, pigs, etc.
The archetypes of NTR male characters who violate heroines with boyfriends. Swap in women and it was still horrifying.
No matter how wide my strike zone, that was too far. Especially old men. Worst of all.
Dodge 'em.
Once entangled, no escape. I couldn't get swept up in those hentai plots. Better to plan on avoiding them from the start.
I finished washing and stepped out. Toweled off, tossed my clothes in the washer and started it. The uniform reeked of Eum Ji-hye's breast milk—couldn't just wear it like that.
I threw on some light clothes and opened the kitchen fridge. Ice cream right there in plain sight. Grabbed it and demolished it. The sweetness snapped me awake.
[Han-seol] ─ Home already? Classroom's empty.
I checked my smartphone—message from Han-seol.
Seemed like break time at the academy. She'd noticed I was gone.
[Me] ─ They let us go after the 4v4.
[Han-seol] ─ Ah.
No need for more explanation. Han-seol knew they sent you home after 4v4s.
A Class probably went before C Class.
Even if the academy curriculum wasn't strictly sequential, she'd know about the 4v4s.
Han-seol pieced it together on her own. Anyone with a brain could.
[Han-seol] ─ Lol. How was the 4v4?
[Me] ─ Easy.
I hadn't even moved. My body handled the fighting. Juyeon-woo had skills befitting C Class vice president.
Leagues above me.
Han-seol's stronger than that. No joke.
She had real tier, looks aside.
[Han-seol] ─ Not hurt, right?
[Me] ─ Nope.
[Han-seol] ─ Yeah, who in C Class could hurt you? They'd need better skills.
Eum Ji-hye had teamed class president Mi and Juyeon-woo—president and VP—with two last-place scrubs.
Class President Mi hadn't complained about the lineup. Acted like it was natural.
Meaning president and VP were top dogs in C Class at minimum.
Han-seol's assessment was spot on. Even if I still felt uneasy.
"Break's dragging on."
Han-seol kept messaging. I gave half-assed replies to keep her occupied.
[Me] ─ Got it.
Truth be told, I had zero interest in Han-seol. Childhood friends was their thing.
Didn't concern me, so no immersion.
Plus, tastier girls everywhere made dealing with her a chore.
"Stop already..."
Purely on looks, Han-seol lost to gloomy Eum Ji-hye.
Women Han-seol could beat? Hobos, grannies, sows. Best case.
Potential? Future value? Who cares.
Not marriage age yet—what's the point?
What you want from peers at this age: looks. One thing only.
Han-seol was out. Without the childhood friend card with Juyeon-woo, she'd have wasted her prime as a virgin.
...Is she still one?
Hard to say. Hentai plot-wise, probably yes.
"Speak of the devil."
Thought it was another Han-seol message, frowned, checked my phone. Different sender.
[Geum Tae-yeon] ─ Rooftop. Now.
Geum Tae-yeon had no clue I'd dipped early.
She was second-year, I was first. Unless we tried, we wouldn't cross paths.
Academy separated year zones.
I read and ignored. Not on purpose—my body refused to reply.
Meant plot-mandated.
I watched. Moments later, another from Geum Tae-yeon.
[Geum Tae-yeon] ─ No reply?
[Geum Tae-yeon] ─ Get snippy and it's on you lol.
Short pause. More like a delay.
Photo popped up in our chat. Familiar angle. Forced selfie.
My fingers moved.
[Me] ─ What's this?
[Geum Tae-yeon] ─ Came out great, right? I think I nailed it lol.
No long back-and-forth. I called without hesitation.
Geum Tae-yeon picked up quick. My body barked.
— Hell...
"Senior! You said you'd delete the photo!"
Polite honorifics from me. Good boy.
As I mentally patted myself on the back.
Laughter leaked from the speaker. Geum Tae-yeon was loving this.
— I did delete it. "The pic of you kissing Han-seol."
"Wh-what?"
— That one's gone from my phone now. Unless someone catches you red-handed, no one finds out Han-seol's dating.
Exactly as expected. Classic NTR hentai unfoldment for me.
— But you not telling Han-seol we fucked... We haven't settled that between us yet, have we?
My body was already heading back to the academy.