The Truth Behind the Sleepy Smile
Whether in a real courtroom, a drama, or on internet news, there is one line that anyone old enough to touch a smartphone has heard at least once. Unless, of course, they’re still too young to appreciate dark comedy. "I was drunk. I don't remember. I'm sorry." Thanks to that, the term "diminished capacity" has spread to the public and started being used indiscriminately... but that’s a slightly different story.
The reason I’m bringing this up is because of one shameless woman on the other side of my KakaoTalk. A shameless bitch who plays dumb even though all the evidence of what she spewed yesterday is still there if I just flick my finger up the screen. She was currently spitting out words with her fingers that a bald man dragged into court would say.
No. I’ll retract that. Even the bald guy begs and pleads, saying he’s sorry to reduce his sentence. She, on the other hand, is acting like her Korean is clumsy—just like she does in front of Han Su-a—even though it’s been long enough since she drank that she should be perfectly sober. …And she even goes so far as to pack her insults with perfectly accurate pronunciation.
Should I smile? Or should I click my tongue? Caught in an ambiguous emotion, I let out a "Hmm," and quickened my pace. How should I put it? It’s breathtaking to see a woman who knows Korean spelling and spacing better than most native speakers acting like this on purpose. Or should I say that the fact she’s still trying to maintain her persona, even after I’ve fucked her thoroughly enough to satisfy her after she got honest yesterday using alcohol as an excuse, has gone beyond "stubborn" and reached the level of "impressive"…?
I suppose both are true. That’s why my feelings are so ambiguous right now.
"Huu…."
"……."
…Well, perhaps that’s why I’m tempted to pressure her until she confesses the truth and declares herself my slave, but the opponent is Yozora. Besides, it’s 8:00 AM on a Monday, the time when people of all ages are closest to having "diminished capacity." And well, regardless of the process, it’s a fact that she succeeded in planting strange knowledge into Han Su-a’s head…. There’s no need to waste energy on a crazy bitch from the morning.
I sent a vague reply like "See you next time," and tucked my phone into my infirmary coat. It was because I had a prior appointment.
"…So, you said the injured student is at Training Ground 2?"
"Ah, yes. That building over there."
"Ah, I see."
Having refreshed the atmosphere, I put on the brightest smile I could muster and chatted with the male student right next to me. I’d prefer not to mix voices with the same gender if possible, but you can’t always live doing only what you like. I’m a health teacher and a Health Committee Member by name, so I should live up to the job, shouldn’t I? Like going on a house call when there’s a student who can’t make it to the infirmary, instead of telling them to "carry them over."
Anyway, leaving the main building in the chilly early spring breeze, I stepped into the cube-shaped training ground. I won’t say I wasn’t hoping the patient would be an unexpected, high-quality raw gem of a hero-in-training…, but as expected, there were no such convenient events. Instead, the patient was an excessively muscular male student. Entering the dreary space filled only with men, I gave a forced smile and fixed his ankle. I’ve had plenty of experience fixing men’s ankles while working as a villain, but why is there such resistance to doing it now?
I sighed where the two men couldn’t hear me, but only for a moment. It was immediately after I returned to the infirmary, having received creepy expressions of gratitude from the two men.
"……."
On the infirmary bed. The wheat-colored hair, which had become quite familiar, was bobbing up and down, leaning against the bed curtain pole. As if she were sitting there dozing off.
Bob, bob.
I didn’t lock the door immediately. First, I needed to grasp the situation. Bad pranks, making secrets, things like that could wait until I had more control over the situation.
Closing the door without a sound, I sat on the bed opposite Han Su-a so I could handle it somehow if another student suddenly walked in. I didn’t even take off my coat because it was uncomfortable, as I usually do. I had to act as much like a health teacher as possible so I could brush off a few minor flaws as nothing.
"……."
"Zzz…."
I watched Han Su-a, who had fallen asleep with a face that didn’t know the world, as if she were very tired. The eyes that were usually sharp even when she was still were now curved into incredibly soft arches because she was drunk on sleep. I thought about taking a picture to use as a conversation starter later, but I soon gave up. If she wakes up to the sound of a click, that would mean wasting this precious event. If Han Su-a doesn’t wake up like this, I might be able to do something even more enjoyable.
I heard before that she had a complex about that sharp, hard impression. Well. I don’t think it’s a complex; I think she’s just pretty. Well, Han Su-a herself might not know it…. With that face, that body, and that personality, she must have been stripped naked countless times in the dirty fantasies of the boys in her class.
…At least in my fantasies back in my villain days, I did it several times just with her face, body, and that personality that was nothing but gossip. She was just too hot. The way she’d act cocky with cute lion ears and a lion tail, calling herself the "Sword God" as a codename. The fact that her body was obscenely erotic, yet her hero costume and casual clothes strictly followed Confucian culture. The way she’d force a smile in front of men who were fans, only to show a look of contempt the moment a man who was sloppy with his self-care asked for a handshake.
…And in the midst of that, her pride was strong enough that when she got common-sense knowledge wrong, she’d shamelessly insist on it, only to hesitate and tuck her tail when she saw the atmosphere. She just seemed so pure. She was just too hot. Thinking about dirtying her up to my heart’s content made me even hornier.
"……."
"Mm…."
Han Su-a just kept nodding her head even though I was staring at her intently. As I looked at her tightly pulled school uniform shirt, I flicked my index finger, which was resting on my thigh. A moment later, as I shifted my gaze slightly diagonally upward, I felt a small sense of incongruity. I noticed the bag she usually carried on her shoulder was missing.
Hmm. I guess she went to class once. If so, it’s a pity…. I didn’t think it was a good idea to drag it out for too long. I didn’t know what she might have said to her classmates before coming to the infirmary.
"……."
The thought "Does she even have friends?" popped into my head. The thought "Wouldn’t Yozora be handling it on her own?" also popped into my head. But I didn’t want to gamble. I’d already shoved enough wrong common sense into her, so there was no need to be impatient, right? Opportunities like this don’t come often, but it wasn’t an opportunity I had to cling to, either.
…So, I’ll let it slide for today.
"Su-a."
"…Mmm…."
"Don’t talk in your sleep, wake up. Why did you come?"
"10 minutes…."
"10 minutes?"
"Mmm…."
Han Su-a muttered something I couldn’t understand and pushed away my hand that was tapping her shoulder with the back of her hand. Then, instead of leaning against the pole and dozing, Han Su-a just flopped onto the bed and started breathing rhythmically. …The sight of her voluminous breasts, piled up to the side, rising and falling lightly with every breath was quite pleasing to the eye, but unfortunately, I didn’t have the luxury of grabbing them and lightly biting her nipples with my teeth. Like the male student who came to find me earlier, someone could suddenly open the door and walk in. And I couldn’t exactly tell them honestly that I called her a sex partner. It’s only hotter when the fact that seemingly perfect heroes are ruined by nothing but "sexual desire" is kept as secret as possible from the public.
I scratched the tip of my nose, sighed deeply, and pinched Han Su-a’s cheek lightly.
"I said wake up. Do you think this is a hotel?"
"Mmm…."
At that, Han Su-a let out a small moan and started furrowing her brows. This texture, soft and barely feeling like the typical sensation of cosmetics, feels quite good. Whether I pinch it lightly, rub it, or poke it, this texture, which is satisfying without a single disappointment, feels quite good. At this rate, I should rub my dick on her cheek later….
"Ugh…."
"…Hey. Han Su-a."
…As if telling me to stop touching her, Han Su-a’s lips, which were turning slightly as she squirmed, touched my thumb that had been resting on her cheek.
"Ooh…."
"…Spit it out."
Just like that, she swallowed. As if performing the fellatio she learned yesterday, she lightly bit my finger and started licking the tip of my finger diligently with her tongue.
…Should I be thankful my nails are short? Should I worry about what to do if another student sees this? Should I just shove my dick, which was starting to get stiff, into the mouth of Han Su-a, who was talking in her sleep? My head is getting a little tangled.
"…Pff… Bleh…."
"……."
When I pulled my finger slightly toward her cheek, Han Su-a’s mouth opened with a bleh sound. …A couple of neat, densely packed, snow-white teeth caught my eye. Is she doing this because she doesn’t want me to, or is she doing this because the memory of performing fellatio remains, that she keeps licking my finger with her tongue even in this state?
"Slurp…. Pff-slurp…."
Bad thoughts. Even worse thoughts.
…I hadn’t even finished continuing the really, really bad thoughts. I adjusted my pants with my coat, pulled out my finger, which had become permeable, and started poking Han Su-a’s cheek mercilessly with it.
"Ugh, bleh…. W-wait…. Wh…."
"Wake up. Don’t think about sleeping here."
"W-what? Think about sleeping…. Uh…."
"…What kind of dream were you having to keep moaning like that?"
"……?!"
Since she was sucking on my finger so diligently, she might have had a slightly erotic dream. Or maybe she was dreaming about sucking her mother’s breast. It might be a dream that doesn’t matter, or she might not have been dreaming at all. It was just a joke I threw out to lighten the mood because we were both in an embarrassing situation. But,
"…Ah, um, that…."
"…."
"…A dream where I was… giving you… fellatio…."
"…."
When you, who just woke up and are in a dazed state, give me an answer like that in all seriousness before I can even hear the story of why you came to the infirmary.
—Click