Emotion 정리
“Ugh… clothes… hoo…♡”
Too over the top and crude, I almost missed the voice — but it was unmistakably Casher’s.
“……”
I stood frozen like a statue right outside the door.
How on earth was the top cat beauty of the academy, the one who had once been Dorn’s childhood friend and first love, moaning like a dying pig while sick?
The truth was obvious the moment I saw inside.
It was raw, animal mating between female and male — and the intensity was so savage, so primal, that it made my blood run cold even to imagine it.
“Huff… huff…♡ Nngh…!? S-Surely not again─”
The poor girl’s panic was audible even through the thin walls — whether it was the poor soundproofing or her naturally loud voice.
Then came the moan that wasn’t quite a scream, wasn’t quite anything at all.
“─Ngwooohohoh♡♡?!”
“……”
My mind flashed back to last night — the careful touches, the sweet little whimpers, the gentle breath that tickled my face.
Everything had been tender, considerate, almost loving.
Compared to that…
“Ooh♡ This… ngwoooh♡♡!!”
Just hearing the sounds was enough.
I could picture exactly how completely that delicate body had been conquered, how brutally the overwhelming pleasure had pounded into her slender frame.
Thud.
A single plum rolled off the paper bag I was holding and spun across the floor.
“Hiiiiiiit—♡♡!!”
Without stopping… without pause…
The dying cries of the female never ceased.
The kisses I had seen yesterday were nothing more than childish affection in comparison to this shocking, raw reality.
Standing there, something inside my chest began to collapse.
“This… what is this…?”
I had come to organize my feelings.
Instead I felt them tangle even deeper, growing more distant, more unreal.
Heavy, unspeakable defeat pressed against my eyes until the world spun and vertigo swept over me.
“Hah… hah…”
My breathing grew ragged.
Suddenly I realized my groin was throbbing painfully.
“……!!”
A chill raced down my spine.
Some invisible crisis wrapped around my body while my rational mind snapped back into focus and shouted.
No more of that sound. Leave this place. Now.
I ran from my childhood friend’s house like my life depended on it.
The pace was frantic — worse than anything I had ever done before.
***
I arrived at the boarding house, panting.
Running all the way had soaked my back in sweat.
Still breathing hard, I pushed open the door and stepped inside.
And there was Olga, my senior, striding around in nothing but her underwear.
“What?”
She usually wore that blunt, flat expression, but she turned to me with clear surprise in her eyes.
“Your face is so pale. What happened?”
I shook my head weakly.
“…It’s nothing.”
Just as I tried to slip past her.
Tap.
Her hand caught my shoulder.
“Something’s wrong. Come inside and tell me.”
“Really, it’s nothing.”
“Sigh—”
Wait, I wasn’t even mourning anyone…
I stared at her in disbelief as she raised an eyebrow and pushed, but she didn’t budge.
Instead she opened her own door and pulled me inside.
“In you come.”
I had no choice but to follow.
This was my first time inside Olga’s room.
It was surprisingly clean — almost annoyingly so.
Extreme minimalism?
Other than the basic furniture already in place, there was nothing else.
Too bare for a woman’s space.
“Only one chair, so you sit there.”
She pointed at the bed.
She herself dragged over the chair and sat in front of me.
I asked.
“What about class? You should be in lectures right now.”
It was a weekday afternoon.
First-years were excused because of exams, but second-year Olga should still be at the academy.
She answered casually.
“Professor just told me to take the day off. I was going too fast and finished early.”
“Oh.”
I nodded, understanding.
I had heard the same thing about myself with Professor Zegerof — that I moved too quickly and should just leave.
I looked at her a little differently now.
If the professor had canceled class, it proved how advanced her studies were.
“Now it’s your turn to speak.”
“…About what?”
“Why you’re walking around with that face like you’re carrying the whole world alone.”
“No, you’re exaggerating again…”
“Enough. If you’re being beaten up, I’ll go settle it for you.”
I felt a strange warmth at her words.
Even as my junior living under the same roof, she was looking out for me like this.
I hesitated for a moment, then told her everything.
I started from seeing my childhood friend kissing another man, then described the sounds I had heard outside her room today.
When I finished, Olga crossed her arms and nodded.
“She’s better off forgetting him.”
“…Calling someone else’s problem that easy?”
“I’m just giving you advice.”
She shrugged when I frowned.
“That childhood friend already left for another man, didn’t she? From what I hear you didn’t even have a chance to try. Staying obsessed and wasting time and emotions is stupid. Just make up your mind and let it go quickly.”
“Senior, you’re really heartless.”
“Not heartless. It’s the truth. Holding onto that girl while your emotions are all over the place is just hurting your own mind.”
Her cold, rational advice made me sigh.
“If feelings can be cleared so easily, who would ever struggle?”
“Hm. That’s true.”
She admitted it surprisingly easily, then looked at me seriously again.
“Still, mind if I have one of these plums?”
“……”
I stared at her through narrowed eyes.
“No… I’m just thinking, I haven’t had fruit lately.”
She didn’t even think about my troubled mood?
I muttered to myself and shoved the entire paper bag at her.
“Eat as many as you want.”
It had been meant for Casher, but now I didn’t care.
Olga popped the plums into her mouth one by one and spoke.
“Honestly, I’m no good at love either. But you’re pretty enough, so you shouldn’t have too much trouble finding a girl, right?”
I wasn’t sure if it was sincere or because she had eaten the plums, but it was the most self-confident thing she had ever said to me.
I gave her a suspicious look.
“Girls don’t usually like my kind, do they? Short and not manly enough…”
“It depends on the demon. Everyone has their own tastes.”
“What do you think?”
She tossed a plum in the air and caught it, then scanned me quickly.
“…I prefer something heavier.”
That made my mouth twist.
Even empty words would have been nice at a time like this.
“I’m just going.”
“Doesn’t sound very helpful.”
She scratched her head awkwardly as I stood.
Then, while still sounding like advice, she told me to go find Junior Juno.
“He’s really good at listening to people’s troubles. Better than me. And this.”
She handed me the bag.
Because she had sucked on the seeds, they were dripping with her saliva.
“Take them with you and throw them away.”
“……”
For now I decided to keep them.
Who knew there might be some use for them somewhere.
***
I left Olga’s room and immediately went looking for Junior Juno.
“Something like that happened?!”
Different from Olga, Juno had the empathy of a saint.
He looked genuinely heartbroken, as if it were his own problem.
“You’re suffering so much, junior! I can’t just let it go!”
He grabbed my arm and pulled me outside.
“Senior, where are we going?”
“The place that sells the cure for a broken heart.”
“…Does such a place even exist?”
“Just come with me.”
Following his cheerful grin, we ended up at a bar.
“I had a feeling about this…”
It was a bit like a room salon — but classy.
The decor and atmosphere were surprisingly luxurious, yet it was open for business so early in the afternoon.
A demon-looking waitress came and showed us to a private room.
“Use this room.”
“Make yourself comfortable.”
Juno flopped onto the sofa without even looking at the menu and ordered an expensive-looking drink.
Soon the bottle and glasses arrived.
He poured expertly and placed it in front of me.
“Hard times are best forgotten with alcohol, junior.”
“I already drank plenty yesterday.”
“Still not enough?”
“Well…”
“Then drink less.”
“Oh.”
In the end I raised my glass along with him.
The drink he poured was clean and rich, heavy on the tongue.
I didn’t know much about wine, but I could tell it was good.
Just as I was thinking about it, something occurred to me and I asked.
“Senior Juno, do you get class exemptions like Senior Olga because you finish early?”
“No? I just skip.”
“……?”
He said it so casually I nearly nodded.
“You skip classes and just don’t show up?”
“That’s what skipping means.”
…What the hell, Senior.
Are the professors not afraid of you?
When I stared in confusion, Juno shrugged.
“A few skips are fine. As long as you pass the tests, you won’t fail.”
“But how can you pass tests if you don’t attend class?”
I wondered in my head.
Still, at second-year level, his experience must have been impressive.
Yet the kind, rule-following student I thought he was…
“As I thought, you can’t tell from the outside whether they’re demons or humans.”