Chapter 41
Chapter 41
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 41
Chapter Title: Finally Exchanging Firsts with My Childhood Friend (4)
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Han-seol glared at the female cadets. From the way they called her "senior," they seemed to be second- or third-years.
'Something about Geum Tae-yeon...'
They were probably second-years. It didn't seem likely that Geum Tae-yeon, a second-year, would be tangled up with third-years.
"Uh, so, like..."
She'd come to the nap room and found her childhood friend—her boyfriend—Juyeon-woo with his pants off. It wouldn't be strange to dropkick them without a word.
But Han-seol somehow kept her cool and confronted the seniors verbally. Naturally, they couldn't give a proper response. She was seething inside.
'They're ugly. To think I almost got eaten by bitches like these.'
His dick deflated in an instant. They were the kind of faces that could never get him hard without physical stimulation. It gave her chills.
"Seol-ah, stop. Let's just drop it."
It didn't seem like she'd get any answers waiting around.
I made it obvious I wanted to get out of there and led Han-seol away. I grabbed my scattered pants from the nap room floor, put them on, and headed straight to the classroom.
"Yeon-woo-ya."
Han-seol called me to a stop. It hadn't been long since we'd bolted from the second-year seniors like we were escaping.
She looked like she had a ton of questions for me.
"What happened?"
"...Well..."
I explained it as concisely as possible.
I'd just been resting in the nap room when those girls came in and tried to jump me. I continued while pretending to be aware of any onlookers nearby.
"Why the hell..."
Han-seol muttered as if she couldn't fathom the reason, then checked my expression and offered some awkward comfort.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
It was a relief it happened before things got really bad. If Han-seol hadn't shown up right then, I would've been truly fucked.
'If those bitches had actually eaten me...'
I'd have been blackmailed with photos and gone through hell. It gave me chills.
'...Photos.'
They'd taken pictures. Of my dick fully exposed. The kind that could be used as leverage.
I had to delete them. But it was already too late.
She was blocking the way to the nap room. Lunch break was about to end soon.
"You sure you're really okay?"
"...Yeah."
"Your face looks bad."
"My stomach hurts..."
"I figured, so I brought some medicine."
Han-seol handed me the digestive aid she'd been holding.
"Good thing it came in handy."
Han-seol smiled brightly as she twisted off the cap. It wasn't really a stomachache, but my gut did feel queasy. I just took the medicine and swallowed it.
Then the bell rang. Lunch was over.
"See you later, Yeon-woo-ya."
Han-seol walked me all the way to the C Class classroom before heading back to hers.
I barely paid attention during afternoon classes, just powering through. I couldn't focus after what happened at lunch.
'Ugh, phew.'
What a relief. Really. The mental damage from nearly being forcibly eaten by an ugly girl was bigger than I'd thought.
'Even whores are amazing women, in a way.'
Sudden respect welled up. From now on, I'd call them sex service providers instead of whores.
"Yeon-woo-ya, let's head home."
Afternoon classes ended, and it was time to go. Han-seol was waiting outside the classroom.
"What about club?"
"We're off today."
Han-seol didn't elaborate. I didn't press. The reason was obvious.
'Acting like my girlfriend, huh? Guess she's worried about me.'
She'd just watched the movie last time without a care. Massive progress over the weekend.
"...Really? Sorry to make you skip."
"No. It's not your fault."
"Still..."
I didn't refuse her consideration. I was that drained, mentally and physically.
Han-seol walked me all the way home.
"Rest up. See you tomorrow."
"......"
Thanks to Han-seol, I made it home without any major incidents. I was grateful.
But I had no desire to express it.
My body, however, felt differently. It was faithful to the moment's emotions.
My arm shot out on its own. I grabbed Han-seol's hand as she turned to leave.
'...Now I get it.'
When those second-year seniors tried to rape me, no manga info popped up. That meant they didn't have their own assigned manga.
Why not?
'Those bitches are side characters in Boy's Corruption, too?'
Male heroine Juyeon-woo, the NTR'd female protagonist Han-seol, the NTL female protagonist Geum Tae-yeon.
"Y-Yeon-woo-ya?"
I held Han-seol's hand and turned her around. We stood facing each other.
"Why..."
Han-seol stammered up at me. Even the oblivious Han-seol could sense the weird atmosphere.
I squeezed my eyes shut and moved toward her. If it had to happen anyway, I wanted it on my terms. And just like that, the control lifted.
"Mm...!"
Han-seol tilted her head up and parted her lips. She responded to the kiss in that awkward position. Our soft lips met.
Her body shuddered dramatically.
"...Thanks for today, Seol-ah."
The kiss ended quickly. It was so light it was almost embarrassing to call it a kiss.
But for Han-seol, it'd be a huge shock.
"Uh, u-uhh..."
I left her standing there babbling and turned on my heel. Then I hurried into the house.
Han-seol remained frozen in place for a while.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Han-seol made it home safely, too.
"Club? Isn't today your day off?"
"Uh-uhh..."
She barely answered her father's question before heading straight to her room. She tossed her bag aside and flopped onto the bed.
She stared blankly at the ceiling, replaying what had happened.
"......"
She touched her lips. Juyeon-woo's lips still felt like they were there.
Drip. Breast milk leaked out.
Han-seol hurriedly stripped off her uniform. Worried it might have soaked through, she pulled down her underwear too.
Her nipples leaked milky-white breast milk, and her pussy dripped clear love juices. She was soaked top and bottom.
"...Yeon-woo-ya..."
She couldn't even think about washing up.
Han-seol fondled her breasts, recalling the sensation on her lips. Milk squirted out with a splurt.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "You gonna let it end like this, you two?"
The three who had tried to assault Juyeon-woo in the nap room gathered separately after school to talk.
"...We got caught, so shouldn't we back off?"
"Juyeon-woo didn't report it. So it's fine, right?"
They spoke while looking at the dick pics saved on their smartphones.
It was darkly discolored and grotesquely shaped, but hot. That grotesque form made their wombs quiver and milk leak out.
They knew getting caught would ruin their lives, but they couldn't stop. They wanted to taste that dick. They were swept up in the impulse.
"Those two can't say shit either. They don't want their relationship exposed."
"Yeah?"
"Definitely. So we fuck him first, take pics. Record a video too. Then we have leverage, and Han-seol can't do jack."
"True. She's getting clan offers right now. She won't wanna fuck that up."
Pooling their heads together, things were progressing, albeit slowly.
The three exchanged glances and hatched a plan. They'd fallen into a state where they couldn't care less about consequences just to fuck Juyeon-woo.
"What if we blackmail Juyeon-woo using Han-seol herself?"
The idea came up amid their chatter. Using Han-seol as the weapon.
"...Sounds good?"
They'd looked into Juyeon-woo's personality. While checking his connection to Geum Tae-yeon, they'd gotten a rough idea.
The conclusion?
"That could work."
"Juyeon-woo would..."
"Great idea. One hundred percent it'll work."
Sinister smiles crept across their faces.
Their nipples perked up in anticipation.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Time dragged on slowly. No contact from Geum Tae-yeon at all—just dealing with Eum Ji-hye to get by day by day.
Teasing Class President Mi was pretty fun, but that was it. No extra skinship opportunities, so it felt a bit lacking.
[Nap Room]
The distance with Han-seol had closed dramatically. The Monday incident was the trigger.
To advance the manga plot, I'd half-forced a kiss, and since then, Han-seol had been subtly craving more skinship.
Holding hands or pecks on the lips.
"...We agreed no doing this at the academy."
"But..."
Even inside the academy, Han-seol kept demanding kisses.
If I refused, she'd pout her lips. Make that ugly sad face.
Then I'd have no choice but to give her a peck.
'Like a kid who learned crying gets her everything.'
Unfortunately, my body didn't refuse Han-seol's requests. It couldn't.
I gave in to whatever she wanted. I'd dodge once or twice at first to avoid other cadets spotting us, but that was it.
Kissing in the nap room during lunch, where no one came. It had become routine.
Mmch, smack-.
"Yeon-woo-ya... Mm..."
The kisses were getting more intense. From just lips bumping and parting, now there was tongue action.
Having to go along with it was...
"Seol-ah..."
"...!"
An unwanted voice slipped from my mouth. My body acted like it felt good.
That set Han-seol off. The horny virgin went wild and groped my crotch on her own.
"Seol-ah...!"
"Ah! S-Sorry!"
I frantically pushed her hand away. Han-seol, startled by her own actions, panicked and apologized belatedly.
"I-I gotta go."
Han-seol bolted from the nap room like a thief in the night.