Chapter 42
Chapter 42
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 42
Chapter Title: Finally Exchanging Firsts with My Childhood Friend (5)
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I've been spending more time with Han-seol lately.
Most of the time, she was the one blatantly coming to find me.
I definitely remembered there being a no-dating rule in the academy regulations, didn't there?
Han-seol kept showing up like she couldn't care less.
And she demanded kisses.
'...Well, whatever.'
She's at that age where she's super curious about sex and bursting with youthful energy, so it's natural.
As the adult here, I decided to understand.
It'd be ridiculous to lecture an academy cadet over something like this.
"Seol-ah."
"Mm?"
I finished the lunchtime kiss with Han-seol, which had become our routine ritual.
I carefully called out to her as she touched her lips, savoring the aftertaste.
"We can kiss, but the tongue... that's a bit much."
"Ah...."
I don't know where she picked it up from, but every time we kissed, Han-seol tried to shove her tongue in.
No technique or finesse—just crudely jamming it in there.
'Just like a desperate virgin thrusting into a virgin hole.'
I set some ground rules while sparing Han-seol's pride as much as possible.
Since it's gonna happen anyway, better if I control the pace, so I brought it up first.
"Let's save using tongues for later."
"Later?"
"Yeah, we're not in 'that kind' of relationship yet, so going all out feels a bit off."
I wonder if Han-seol would catch on to what 'that kind' of relationship means.
"...Ah...."
As if she'd figured it out, Han-seol's face flushed bright red.
She looked ready to burst.
Han-seol nodded frantically and said,
"Y-Yeah, you're right. It does feel that way. You're spot on, Yeon-woo."
"You think rubbing tongues isn't right either, don't you?"
"Mm. Sorry, I won't use my tongue next time."
I comforted the slightly dejected Han-seol.
"I didn't say it to get an apology. It was just kinda embarrassing."
I stroked Han-seol's head.
At this point, this much skinship was fine.
Maybe because Geum Tae-yeon had pretty much left me high and dry.
Her face—no, even her mug—grew on me the more I saw it.
Now she even seemed kinda cute.
'Her nostrils flaring when she smiles is a slight minus.'
She definitely wasn't on Eum Ji-hye's level.
Eum Ji-hye had a dark vibe from how she dressed all gloomy, but Han-seol just had that naturally murky look baked in.
It'd grown on me enough to overlook, but she wasn't pretty or anything.
With some effort, I could get hard.
"We're dating, right? I like doing skinship with you too, Seol."
Even as I said it, I kept an eye on my body.
I was spouting lines that clashed with the heroine's personality settings, but no penalties hit.
"You like it, but it's too fast, right? I wanna take it slow with you, Seol."
"......"
Seize the initiative.
Not when Han-seol wants it, but when I do—paint the picture that way.
'Han-seol's the protagonist of an NTR manga, so she's gotta have masochistic tendencies.'
I figured I could put that to good use.
So I was forcibly dialing back the skinship intensity.
"...You're right, Yeon-woo. It does feel a bit early."
Han-seol looked reluctant but still went along, agreeing I had a point.
"Thanks for understanding, Seol-ah."
A first-year cadet at Korea's most renowned Infinite Hero Cultivation Academy.
Already fielding clan offers and awakening her talents—a prime hero candidate.
If I train her right from now, I can turn her into a sweet little ATM fountain.
'...Not sure if she'll actually listen to me...'
No tongues until sex.
In other words, wanna French? Sex first.
Han-seol took it the second way.
Things flowed exactly as I'd predicted.
"Yeon-woo, got any time by chance?"
The groundwork for sex kicked off.
Subtly steering toward the bed, or sticking around till night.
As blatant as a sloppy kiss.
Anyone could tell she was gagging for it.
'Scheming, aren't you?'
Lust is the great equalizer.
Pretty face or ugly, killer body or frumpy—desire hits everyone the same.
The difference? Han-seol had her childhood friend and boyfriend, Juyeon-woo.
So she figured she could let it show a little.
"Time? I've got tons. But no club? Isn't today kendo club day?"
"...Not every day. My shoulder's stiff and sore today, so I figured rest."
Looking at Han-seol just made me chuckle.
A dry laugh, but funny all the same.
'Not like a dog in heat.'
Her current state was such a spectacle, even a bitch in heat would take notes.
She's a virgin with a guy, so this is par for the course.
Watching her, I shifted gears too.
Resolved myself, let's say.
I knew dragging this out forever wouldn't do me any favors.
'...If you can't dodge it, enjoy it.'
In NTR manga, sex between protagonist and heroine is inevitable.
Happy end or tragic, sex with Han-seol is destiny.
Unless lightning strikes me dead tomorrow, it's happening.
"Yeon-woo, by any chance..."
Perfect—the house was empty.
Aunt was on duty, Juyeon-hee coming back late from club.
"Seol-ah."
Above all, I sent the clearest signal.
"House is empty today."
Can't suggest a love hotel without looking too easy.
So I invited her home instead.
"...Wanna come over?"
Her eyes lit up the instant she heard.
Vitality sparked in them—or near madness.
"Y-Yeah! Let's go! I wanna go to your house, Yeon-woo!"
Han-seol nodded like crazy, declaring she'd come.
Refusal wasn't even on the table in her head.
It was absurd.
Academy to home—not that far.
15-minute walk, two bus stops.
Han-seol must've felt even that was an eternity.
Juyeon-woo inviting her home? As good as a green light for sex.
Torture for a virgin with a boyfriend.
'Tougher than holding in explosive diarrhea?'
Still, you'd lose to the shits.
Delusions ridiculous as that, we walked.
Arrived home.
"Ah, h-hello..."
"No one's home."
"...R-Right."
I'd invited her dead set on sex.
No way anyone's around.
I shot a glance at awkwardly hovering Han-seol and asked,
"No spare undies or clothes, obviously?"
"No, I do."
Han-seol rummaged her bag, pulled a ziplock.
Compressed short-sleeve tee and undie set inside.
I gave her a puzzled look; she waved hands wildly, explaining.
"Not for this! F-For kendo practice! We sweat buckets in club, so I carry a set!"
"Oh, yeah?"
Made instant sense.
"Then why so flustered?"
"Me? When? Not flustered!"
"......"
I stared at Han-seol, voice pitching high from her own guilt.
Wonder if I should make her shower—debated briefly.
'But skipping the shower's a bit much.'
Even if it felt natural somewhere, no excuse.
This wasn't a willpower thing.
Romance is dead.
"...Shower first, Seol-ah?"
"Me? Sh-Shower?"
"Planning to skip it?"
"......!"
No need to spell out what.
"Sh-Showering!"
Han-seol bolted to the bathroom.
I sent her off, headed to Aunt's room.
Aunt's room had its own bath and shower booth.
Shower here.
Quick rinse, toweled off.
Not thrilling sex, so rushed it.
Dick didn't even twitch.
With Geum Tae-yeon, it'd stay raging.
Reactions differed so much, felt bad for Han-seol.
Back to my room, waited.
Took a while—probably scrubbing her pussy raw.
"I-I'm here."
Han-seol entered, towel over her breasts.
Wanted to ask what she's covering, but held back via sheer control.
I beckoned her over.
If I don't lead, no progress—so I took charge.
'This isn't slutty.'
NTR manga protags are usually sex fiends on paper,
but in the act, they often follow the heroine's lead.
Undressed her.
Han-seol's modest breasts came into view.
Used to big, majestic ones—this shabby first hit with jarring revulsion, beyond imagination.
'Can I survive a lifetime on these alone?'
Impossible.
Suddenly got why girls say they go cold seeing their boyfriend's dick.
"Yeon-woo..."
Han-seol called my name in a trembling voice.
Pouted her lips, begging for a kiss.
Her tense face tugged at me.
My long-lost conscience came wandering home.
'...Yeah, let's do this right.'
Didn't wanna trash someone's dreamed first time.
Sincere for Han-seol or not—for this moment, I'd give my all.
I pressed my lips to hers.
This time, laced with a touch of real feeling—unlike before.