In the Club Room (3)
To my question of when she'd taken off her panties, Hana answered, her face flushing red.
"J-just a moment ago."
"...I see."
No, I wasn't really asking because I was curious about the exact timing. And if she was going to blush and act so shy about it, wouldn't it have been simpler not to take them off in the first place?
She was even taking selfies...
The dissonance between her bold actions and her shy attitude was making my head spin.
I changed tack and asked another question.
"Why on earth are you doing that?"
"Uh, um. I thought it'd look lewder if I took the picture like this."
"...I see."
I nodded for now, but honestly, I couldn't grasp the meaning. Hana really was an enigma. Honestly, someone like Areum was easier to deal with because she was openly a sex parrot.
'Honestly, she's hard to figure out because she's so quiet. She leaves so much out, and the conversation jumps all over the place.'
To be blunt, her communication skills were woeful. I'm not even joking—if even I, a former room-corner hikikomori, found her frustrating, then she truly did have a problem.
But I couldn't just say that to her. Hadn't I heard about her past, how she was ostracized and isolated back in middle school? The issues with Hana's communication skills were definitely linked to that period of her life.
Modern people learn the rules of socializing by building friendships at school. Laughing, crying, even fighting with kids their own age, they go through trial and error and naturally learn how to interact smoothly.
But Hana, having been ostracized, seemed to lack that kind of learning. She was naturally timid, and on top of that, she was bullied, so she must have simply gotten used to being alone.
...Honestly, I was in a similar situation, so I understood to a certain degree. Maybe that's why I'd felt this strange sense of kinship with her from the moment we first met.
'Was I just lucky I spent a lot of time in online communities...?'
If my own communication skills were even a little better than Hana's, it was probably thanks to the years I'd spent hanging around online communities. I'd seen all sorts of human archetypes there and learned not a few lessons by taking them as examples of what not to do.
Hana, on the other hand, had only received adulation from random strangers by posting nude photos or cosplay pictures. When I'd casually asked her, she'd said she actually spent very little time in online communities.
Anyway, I did my best to ignore Hana, who was taking panty-less selfies right next to me, and refocused on the monitor.
Hana's short-form animation concept plan.
I needed to look at this and get at least some kind of feel for it. There truly wasn't much time left now, so I had no time to waste.
But how much difference would looking at Hana's example really make, when nothing had worked so far? I'd grasped the general outline, but I still had no idea what to choose as a theme or how to develop it. I couldn't exactly just copy Hana's plan wholesale.
Moreover, there was another reason I couldn't concentrate on this, and that was Hana.
Chalkak, chalkak.
It was because Hana, having now turned off silent mode, was openly taking selfies.
'Why on earth did she turn silent mode off?'
There was no way I could focus on writing a plan like this. Wasn't she taking pictures as if she wanted me to see? Even the Buddha himself wouldn't be able to... Huh?
'As if she wanted me to see?'
I stealthily turned my gaze and looked at Hana. Was it my imagination, or did her body seem to be gradually leaning in my direction?
'Hold on, is she trying to seduce me?'
Could it be that the one with the communication problem wasn't Hana, but me? It was true that I hadn't done it with Hana even once since that time...
How should I put it... it wasn't that I didn't want to, but the natural mood for it just never materialized. Above all else, I'd never tried to actively seduce a woman first. How do you even do that?
Some might call me pathetic for saying that after having already slept with four women... but they'd all been the aggressive ones. I'd just said thank you and accepted what was offered.
By now, I'd gotten pretty slick at responding to advances, but creating an atmosphere to suggest sex first was a real high-difficulty challenge. That might be why I'd never done it with Hana again after that first time. Because we were both timid.
'No, wait. More importantly, didn't she say she was about to start her period back then?'
It had been almost a week since exams ended.
Was her period over now? Come to think of it, I didn't see a pad stuck in her panties...
I was lost in thought.
Suddenly, Hana held out her phone and spoke.
"Hey, what do you think of this picture?"
"Huh? Oh shit."
A tennis skirt.
Panties hitched around her thighs.
And the valley visible between them.
"I-is this one better than this one?"
Hana swiped the screen and showed me more pictures. They were all roughly similar photos, but with subtly different angles.
Before I knew it, my dick was making a noticeable bulge in my pants.
I discreetly pressed my legs together and said,
"Uh, um. I guess this one's better?"
"You think so? I think this one's better. I-it feels a little more... voyeuristic?"
What the hell kind of conversation was this?
No, if she wanted to fuck, she should just say so. When she came at me like this, I couldn't tell if she was trying to set the mood for sex, or if her goal really was just taking lewd photos to satisfy some exhibitionist kink.
'No way she's actually consulting me about the photos, right?'
Seueuk.
My hand brushed over Hana's thigh. I felt the smooth texture of the skin-colored stockings and the soft, yielding flesh of her thigh beneath them.
Hana didn't avoid my hand. Instead, she opened her legs slightly, making it easier for me to touch. I'd wondered if I might be misunderstanding the situation, but it seemed she really had been trying to seduce me in her own way after all.
Hana's panties were still hitched around her thighs.
I advanced my hand further. The fact that the panties were around her thighs meant she wasn't wearing pantyhose. As my hand traveled up her thigh and moved inward.
At some point, the texture of the stockings disappeared and I felt soft, bare skin. My finger touched her mound.
"Hnng..."
A low, suggestive nasal moan escaped her lips.
Hana dropped her gaze and rested her head against my shoulder.
Bibit, bibitbibit.
I gently stroked her mound for a few minutes.
Byureubit...
I was stroking the same spot, but the sensation changed. That was because liquid started seeping from inside her mound.
"Haaah..."
I could feel the heat in her breath.
I stealthily bent my finger and swept it between her nether lips as if scooping upward. On the precarious edge just before actual insertion, the valley's nectar splashed up with a squelching sound.
"Hut!"
Hana's body trembled slightly. Had she liked that last caress?
Jjalgak, jjalgakjjalgak.
"Hut, ha-eut. Nng-eut."
Her twitching, quivering body and the intermittent, leaking moans were incredibly lewd. The fact that we were in the club room only fueled the excitement further.
By now, my excitement had risen to the point where holding back was painful. I wanted her to at least touch me, too.
"...Hana, you do me, too."
I put it into action immediately.
Deopseok.
I grabbed Hana's hand and guided it inside my pants. Thank god these were training pants. They were stretchy enough for Hana's hand to slip in.
She obediently followed my lead, and her hand went right inside my underwear and grabbed my bare dick.
"Uh, what should I do?"
"Just shake it up and down."
"...Like this?"
As Hana began moving her hand, a squelching sound started. That was because it was already coated in pre-cum.
And so, we touched each other's precious parts with our hands.
I fingered her, and Hana gave me a handjob.
Just about when I was slowly reaching the point of climax.
"Cheol-jin."
"...Yeah?"
"Hey, um, not my hand..."
As she said that, Hana's hand gradually slowed down. I must have been throbbing right on the edge of cumming, so the fact she did this meant she didn't really want me to finish.
Hana, who had been hesitating, lifted her head slightly and asked,
"I want to do it with this, but... is that not okay?"
"...I mean, I want to too. But here?"
Getting a handjob in the club room was already dangerous enough.
But sex?
A handjob you could just quickly stop if someone walked in, but sex was truly dangerous...
At that, Hana turned her head.
Toward where the bookshelves were.
"I-if we do it over there... we wouldn't get caught, right?"
"...Ahem."
I stood up without a word. Still holding Hana's hand. Ugh, my hand was all slippery...
"Oh, right. Wait a sec."
Just as I was about to head toward the shelves, I hastily unzipped my bag. I should use a condom this time.
But Hana, upon seeing the condom, said this:
"Ah... my period ended yesterday, so it's fine..."
"R-really? So it's a safe day not just before, but after your period too?"
"Mm-hmm. It's safe days both before and after. Ah, but still, this time, finish outside... It's uncomfortable during afternoon classes if you do it inside."
Whatever you say. I'll come outside.
I immediately headed toward the bookshelves with Hana.
'Thank god the club room is spacious.'
The current membership was small, but apparently, Toons from a few student ID years back was quite a big club. Thanks to that, the club room was large too.
Ttalkak.
I locked the door just in case. Because if Hana or I were seen by anyone who came by, that would be bad.
Getting caught having sex was a problem, but fundamentally, dating was forbidden in our club. It wasn't like we could make the excuse that we hadn't dated, we'd just had sex.
We went to the very back of the bookshelf area and found a spot. There was a desk placed here specifically for reading manga.
"Hana, put your hands on the desk there..."
"Okay. Like this, right?"
Before I could even finish speaking, Hana placed her hands on the desk and pushed her butt out behind her. She'd done it once before, so her posture was pretty good.
Her huge, shapely butt, a stark contrast to her slender frame, was incredibly tantalizing.