Lee Miho's Aggressive Charm
Alright, let's think about Kang Hanjun. How to act rationally interested when facing Miho.
"......"
At the school gate. I changed into my slippers and calmly racked my brain.
I'd thought up all sorts of methods since yesterday, scoured the internet for examples, and prepared various scenarios... but the problem was me.
Ever since moving from the countryside to the city, I'd taken Grandmother's dying words—"Don't trust any woman who approaches without reason"—to heart and expanded them into a broad rule, pushing away most girls. So, there was no way I could bring myself to mimic those behaviors I'd seen online.
"Seriously, what do I do?"
As I agonized over it and trudged up the stairs, someone tapped my back.
I figured it had to be Kim Charyeok, the only guy who'd do something that familiar, so I whipped around with an irritated glare. But there, smack in front of me, stood Miho—the very girl who'd been lingering in my mind moments ago.
"Hey, Hanjun. Good morning!"
She clasped her hands behind her back, leaned forward, and greeted me with a fresh, bubbly smile. I froze like an idiot at her sudden appearance.
"Uh... uh..."
I'd anticipated all kinds of situations and rehearsed tons of lines. But everything started from running into her in the classroom, so in this unexpected moment, I was utterly helpless.
"Hmm...?"
Miho tilted her head curiously at my stiff posture. For some reason, I hallucinated her cat ears perking up on top of her head, just like yesterday.
"Ahem...! Hey."
After a beat, I cleared my throat awkwardly and returned her greeting. Miho narrowed her eyes at me.
"Hmmm...?"
She let out a strange hum, licking her lips. Seeing those red lips and pink tongue triggered the mental exercise I'd practiced all last night: Whenever you think of Miho, remember your first kiss. I swallowed hard without realizing it.
Miho eyed me for a moment, then grinned and patted my back playfully.
"What're you doing, Hanjun? We've gotta get to class. You gonna stand here forever?"
"Y... yeah, let's go."
I'd probably come off pretty awkward, but hearing her pleased hum from behind me, it seemed like I'd cleared the hurdle somehow. I let out a silent sigh of relief and headed to our class with Miho.
* *
Back in the classroom, I quickly realized that handling the real Miho was way harder than I'd imagined. Unlike the Miho I'd pictured last night, the actual one was relentlessly bold.
"Hee... I see. So you like that stuff, Hanjun?"
Miho casually leaned her body against my shoulder. It wasn't just leaning—she was subtly rubbing her chest against my arm too. I squeezed my eyes shut, praying for class to start soon so she'd pull away.
But Miho didn't budge from my side. The moment class began, she claimed she'd forgotten her textbook and clung to me instead.
Ding-dong, ding-dong~
Time flew by, and the lunch bell rang. I shot up from my seat in a hurry.
Thanks to Miho glued to me the whole time, I felt utterly drained. I was determined to shake her off during lunch and head to the cafeteria, but...
Miho suddenly grabbed my arm and pointed under the desk.
"Hanjun, your eraser fell under the desk."
"Uh... huh?"
An eraser out of nowhere? I glanced down, and sure enough, one lay there under my seat.
"......"
Miho stared at me expectantly, like pick it up already. Thinking I'd grab it quick and bolt to the cafeteria, I bent down.
And in that instant, Miho bent down too.
"...?"
Wondering what she was up to, I looked at her under the desk. She smirked, her eyes turning red.
Oh? Is this...?
Just like yesterday when she'd hypnotized me... was she trying it on me now?
I hurriedly relaxed my pupils' power and pretended to fall under hypnosis. As expected, Miho seemed convinced, gently pulling my chin toward her and whispering in my ear.
"Have a tasty lunch, then come to the empty art room."
"... Yes."
I mourned the loss of my peaceful lunchtime but answered weakly as ordered.
* *
I wolfed down my lunch without tasting it and headed to the art room. Miho was perched on a desk, waiting for me.
"Wha... what? Miho, why're you here?"
I threw her an awkward line from my script, and she flashed a sly smile, her eyes turning red again.
"Gotcha! Hypnosis~!"
"..."
Tearing up internally, I let my body go limp. Miho giggled mischievously and stretched out.
Her skirt fluttered open, and poof—a white tail sprang out from behind her.
"Hehe~."
She wriggled around like she was slipping into clothes, and adorable cat ears popped up on her head while her black hair turned silver. In no time, Miho had transformed into a mix of the fox and human forms I'd seen yesterday.
"I've set up a barrier, so no worries about anyone barging in~."
She sauntered over lightly, looking thrilled. Licking her lips, she placed both hands on my shoulders.
"We can spend lunchtime nice and slow, just the two of us, right?"
Miho beamed happily at me. She blinked at me like a cat giving a slow eye-kiss, then suddenly shrieked "Kyaa!" and threw her arms around me.
"What do I do, what do I do? Our Hanjun is just too cute for real~ What should I dooo~?"
Miho rubbed her face against my chest. She sniffed me greedily, nibbled my body with her fangs—her pupils forming little hearts.
"The way you kept glancing at me during class, all nervous. Zoning out then flinching. Even yesterday, the hypnosis worked too well, didn't it?"
Feeling my uniform grow damp from her saliva, I realized my clumsy acting had surprisingly worked.
Relieved that I just needed to keep it up, Miho suddenly shoved her leg between mine and started grinding our bodies together.
"Hmm~? So, Hanjun, what do you think? About clinging to me all through class."
She climbed on top of me, licking my jaw. I shuddered without a word, and she dragged her tongue slowly from my jaw to my lips.
"C'mon~? What do you think~? Answer me."
Miho grabbed my face, demanding an answer up close. Overwhelmed by her breathtaking beauty and sweet breath, I panted and barely managed to speak.
"Y... you're just so attractive, Miho... I couldn't help it..."
My words cut off unfinished. Miho's mouth gaped open, sucking in my lips.
"Churp... slurp."
She hopped up, straddling me, and devoured me while gazing down. She sucked my lips roughly, then thrust her tongue inside to ravage my mouth—like a beast unleashed.
Her intense movements made my body sway; instinctively, I grabbed her waist.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Three tails swished nonstop behind her waist, tapping the hands gripping her.
"Maa~."
After the long, drawn-out kiss, Miho drooled as she looked down at me. Seeing my pleasure-drunk face, she stroked it fondly.
"Should we just stay like this without breaking the kiss until lunch ends?"
I was horrified, but Miho nodded approvingly at her own idea.
"Yeah~! Let's do that!"
And so, trapped by Miho, I endured kisses the entire lunch period.
* *
On the way home after school. As usual, walking back with my one and only friend, Kim Charyeok, he said to me,
"Buddy, you already dating that transfer student?"
"What're you talking about?"
I shot him a glare like what bullshit is this? Kim Charyeok shrugged and continued.
"You're reeking of her all over, but not dating? Huh, that's something."
"How can you even tell?"
"Hmm! Training your muscles naturally sharpens your sense of smell too."
I could've called bullshit, but this guy's physical abilities had always been superhuman, so yeah, he'd sniffed it out for real. I clicked my tongue and made him promise.
"Don't breathe a word of this anywhere."
"Hmm...! Don't worry. Kim Charyeok's lips are sealed tight. But seriously, you two dating or what, Hanjun?"
"... Not dating."
I sighed, swallowing the words we just did various other things. Reading my mind, Kim Charyeok burst out laughing.
"Hahaha! Man, I'm thrilled seeing my buddy—who used to freak out at girls last year—change like this. Hmm! Gotta say, that transfer student's a looker."
He grinned lecherously, cheering me on. No way he knew Miho was a three-tailed fox youkai, so I gave up explaining and just accepted it.
"Yeah, yeah. Thanks."
"Hmm, Hanjun. As payment for keeping your secret, how about some protein?"
Kim Charyeok pointed to a snack bar in the distance. Knowing his "protein" meant Pikachu pork cutlet, I readily agreed.
"Fine, but you have to keep the secret."
As I pulled out my wallet and headed there with him, a sudden crunch echoed from the side.
"...?"
I turned, wondering what it was, and realized it came from the narrow alley between shops.
Crunch...! Crack!
I'd thought it was just something breaking, but chillingly, wet squelching sounds mixed in intermittently.
"...!"
Kim Charyeok's face hardened too—he sensed something off—and he dashed straight into the alley.
"Hey...! Hey!"
I tried to stop his fearless ass, but seeing his rippling back muscles, I inexplicably felt safe and followed.
Strangely, as Kim Charyeok ventured deeper, the crunching faded.
"Fuck..."
Finally, we reached the source—and faced a horrific sight.
A cat corpse shredded beyond recognition. Its twisted bones and flesh gaped with massive holes, still oozing warm blood—like it'd just been mauled.
"... Looks like a stray dog got it."
Kim Charyeok pointed at the gaping wound and tsked. Unable to stomach the guts spilling out, I turned away.
He grabbed my shoulder, gesturing to hurry and leave.
In our rush to escape, we missed something crucial.
The hole in the cat. Its edges weren't torn by sharp fangs, but severed cleanly by something blunt... like molars.