[Jealousy]
“Hmm… I wonder how those two are doing. It’s been about thirty minutes now, so let’s see… Unless Su-a-chan tripped and fell somewhere along the way, she should have arrived at the infirmary by now. Maybe, contrary to my expectations, she’s lying on the infirmary bed, *hmmm…*, sleeping soundly? Or perhaps, like a soap bubble that bursts at the slightest touch, that… awkward, heavy atmosphere is still lingering between them? Or maybe they’re using me as a conversation topic, saying things like, ‘She’s like that sometimes when she’s drunk~’ or ‘Don’t pay any mind to what she says~’? …Or could it be that they’ve already locked the door and are doing something incredibly, incredibly lewd right now?”
“Like… Su-a-chan saying it’s embarrassing but secretly allowing everything, while Seo Woojin, busy pretending to be a ‘good guy’ unlike when he’s with me, wears that mask of his just like yesterday. …Is he, gulp, devouring innocent, naive little Su-a-chan? Like this, and that, grabbing her plump hips tightly… *Pop, pop…**Squish, squish, squish…* …*Splurt, ah…* …. *Thwack, thwack…*”
“…….”
“…I’m so jealous. Being used as a sex toy to relieve his urges from the very morning—that’s exactly what I wanted back in my JC and JK days. I used to get on the train every single day thinking, ‘I’m looking for a piece of human trash with a massive cock who’s willing to risk his life to rape me, anyone will do~’. Not those cowards who pull up their pants and tremble just because I scared them a little in a two-person public restroom. …I wanted a man who would look me in the eye and call me a ‘fucking bitch’ with a chilling intensity, someone who would shove my vulgar body into the corner of the restroom with his cute, desperate strength, and even if he heard footsteps outside, he wouldn’t care, just covering my mouth with his hand while I could only let out muffled whimpers… that’s the kind of cool male I wanted…”
“Hey, hey.”
“…Hm?”
As I snapped out of my delightful delusion, I saw a fairly cute-looking girl leaning over my desk. What was her name again? I heard it in passing, but while I might remember a guy’s name, I don’t bother memorizing every girl’s name… Anyway, she’s just a piece of half-baked meat, a bit too embarrassing to offer to Seo Woojin.
“Oh… Yozora-chan? Touka-chan?”
“Touka…? Ah, I’m more used to Yozora-chan~”
“Then, Yozora-chan.”
“Yeah.”
“How is your Korean so good? Maybe… a boyfriend?”
“I’ve loved Korean songs since I was little. Mm-mm. I don’t have a boyfriend~”
“…Really?”
“What boyfriend? There are so many girls prettier than me.”
“Anyway, songs? Are they idol songs?”
“It’s a secret, a secret. It’d be a bit embarrassing if I told you who I’m a fan of. Hehehe.”
Yeah, yeah. In truth, I just taught myself so I could survive, but since both Japanese and Koreans love that so-called ‘national pride’ stuff, I’ll just let them keep assuming whatever they want…
I wonder how Su-a-chan, who headed to the infirmary, is doing. …I don’t think Seo Woojin would have been considerate enough to let her sleep peacefully. Hmm-hmm.
“You in the back. Wake up Chae Seunghyun.”
While I was keeping up a boring conversation with a business-like smile, the homeroom teacher came walking up from afar. As I was saying a warm goodbye to the girl heading back to her seat, his gaze turned toward me.
“Why is that seat empty?”
At those words, the eyes of the kids in Class A turned toward me for a moment. I could feel plenty of gazes sneaking a peek at the breasts trapped inside my uniform, but since it’s just a part of my daily life, I brushed it off without much thought.
“Su-a-chan… Su-a went to the infirmary. Wouldn’t she be back soon?”
“Ah.”
I spat out a bright red lie while keeping a cute, smiling face. Well, I expected as much, but since the topic was the infirmary, even the teacher, who looked like a rough-and-tumble former hero, just reacted with an ‘I see.’ I mean, it’s not like he’d dig into the details in front of the students when a girl says she’s sick, right? If she went because of menstrual cramps, the atmosphere would get a little, just a tiny bit awkward. Mm-mm. Anyway, maybe it was because the three words ‘infirmary’ were such a perfect excuse, but nothing happened, and the teacher’s lecture just moved on.
From what I’ve observed over the last few days, he was talking about how each student’s curriculum would be adjusted to fill in their shortcomings… or something like that….
It was then, while the teacher’s voice was the only thing drifting through the silence of the students.
“……?”
I felt a strange gaze and turned my head slightly. Not in front, not to the side, but right behind me.
“…….”
“…….”
The moment I turned, I made eye contact with a girl with snow-white hair who looked incredibly pretty. Was her name… Lee Jiyoon? Unlike the girl who talked to me earlier, I remember her name. She’s very pretty even without any makeup, and she stands out quite a bit in practical classes. Anyway, when I briefly locked eyes with her as she was resting her chin on her hand, she looked away before I could even look forward again. And she did it very awkwardly, too. Not just shifting her eyes, but turning her head completely to the side.
Hey there. It’s way too late to pretend you were just looking out the window. Do you have something you want to say to me? Sudden confessions of love are a bit much, but if you’re looking for a Master to put a leash on you and serve, I do have someone I could recommend….
…Well, whatever. She’s sitting right behind me, so maybe she was just staring at the back of my head, lost in thought. If she really has something to say to me, she’ll talk to me during break time later. Hmph, I exhaled through my nose and stared blankly at the teacher’s face, pretending to be a diligent student.
“…….”
But Su-a… seeing as she hasn’t come back yet, maybe they really did have sex? If so, will I get some kind of ‘reward’ from Seo Woojin later too…?
“…….”
…Something romantic, like 50 hours of non-stop, unprotected, no-condom rape sex during my fertile window. Is that not in the plans…?
“Phew…”
As soon as the lingering sensation faded, Han Su-a fled from the infirmary in a hurry, without any pillow talk or even a goodbye. After finishing the cleanup by myself, I sat in front of the desk and let out a sigh. The smell wouldn’t disappear completely, but this should be fine. I’m a bit worried about the olfactory senses of the mutant-types…, but it’s not like they can smell perfectly 24/7. Their sense of smell only gets sharp when they want it to, like an On/Off switch. It’ll be fine. Probably.
“…Still, it doesn’t seem like there’s any sweat smell.”
I sniffed by pulling at my collar, then leaned back comfortably against the chair. I never imagined that I, who had been failing miserably like an idiot, would be able to touch Han Su-a after Lee Jiyoon. And I never imagined I’d be able to touch them in their younger, academy student days, not the versions I knew. What do they call this? Is it ‘feeling nostalgic’? Is that right?
The lingering sensation of the sex from just a moment ago was so thick that my Korean vocabulary felt even more broken than Yozora’s. Even so, I spun around in my chair, grinning like a madman.
…I noticed her reaction was unusual when I patted her butt earlier; maybe I should mix in some light spanking next time we have sex. Since Han Su-a is sensitive all over, she’d probably climax and squirt all over the place even if my handprint just left a lewd mark on those fair, plump buttocks. …I wonder if it would be the same if I just left plenty of hickeys on her neck, breasts, and places like that.
“…Haah.”
…Seriously, a crazy bitch who’s so strangely pure that it’s even more arousing. Now that I’ve found out she actually likes manga, not just the rumors, I should try cosplay sex someday. Since I’ve already rolled around in the same bed as Yozora, I should try having a threesome with both of them someday. Someday, when you’re on TV saying something like, ‘For the citizens…’ or some other lip service… I’ll turn the volume up to 100, and while you’re actually lying face-down on the bed, I’ll fuck you until you can’t even breathe properly, until you’re broken. That’s why I became a villain to fuck over the heroes, isn’t it? Because it’s more arousing than the bland, pure love of a hero fucking another hero—it’s more arousing when a famous hero, face hidden by a hat and mask, secretly knocks on the door of a crumbling studio apartment, and says to the villain who opened the door, ‘…Please fuck me.’
“…Ah, shit. I’m hard again.”
…I spent nearly 10 years failing at everything before I died, but… that’s all in the past now.
“……?”
Just then, I heard a knock on the infirmary door. My pants are still a bit uncomfortable, but I think it’ll be fine if I put my hand in my gown pocket to hide it. Just in case, I glanced at the bed where I’d rolled around with Han Su-a, then spoke up.
“Come in.”
It was well past the time the first period would have started. In my experience, most patients tended to come in right before lunch (I guess there are a lot of practical classes around then), but it wouldn’t be too strange for someone to come now. If it’s not a patient, it’s probably one of the teachers who wants to get on good terms with a healing-type transcendental. If possible, I’d like it to be a pretty female student who’ll become famous later. As I was steadying myself with that thought, the visitor poked their head through the gap in the door.
“…….”
…It was a somewhat unexpected face.
“Why are you here? Are you hurt?”
“Yes. I cut myself slightly.”
“…Really?”
“Here. The tip of my index finger. I was handling some paper and just…”
Baek Seoyeon. Unlike Yozora, who is slacking off using Han Su-a as an excuse, she’s a woman who’s busy working like a real villain. At the same time, a woman who left me with a slightly stupid impression before leaving. She spoke in that same calm voice as last time and held out her finger.
…She really did cut it. Since the reason was paper and not something like a real sword, it looked even stupider, but… Hmm. Did she get cut while doing Student Council work?
“Wouldn’t it heal if you just licked it and checked it in a few days?”
“There’s a healing-type transcendental here, so why would I do that?”
“…Ah, that’s true too…”
I assumed she had some other motive for coming, but unlike last time, Baek Seoyeon didn’t take out her phone and just held out her finger. I pondered what stance to take toward her, then let out a light sigh and reached out toward her finger. For now, it’s better to be moderately kind. The other side doesn’t seem to have any intention of being kind to me or getting close, but there’s no need to make an enemy unnecessarily. That’s why I didn’t do the ‘body check’ I did whenever I was bored. What use would it be to know Baek Seoyeon’s erogenous zones? It’s not like I’m so desperate to fuck her that I can’t stand it. I’m already full of thoughts about defiling Han Su-a and Lee Jiyoon to my heart’s content.
“Didn’t you have a healer on your side too? They shouldn’t be there right now.”
“…….”
Let’s just stay on decent terms with this person. As I brought up the memory I had in mind with that intention, Baek Seoyeon, who had been staring at my face, made a troubled expression and then nodded slightly. Her navy-blue hair, resembling the sea, fluttered lightly for a moment. The scent of an unknown fruit-scented shampoo brushed against the tip of my nose. …Well, it wasn’t bad.
“Since there’s no one else to treat you besides me, come find me whenever you get hurt. Don’t worry about this and that for no reason.”
“If I had worried, I wouldn’t have come here in the first place. Like you said, it’s a wound that would heal in a few days if I just licked it.”
“…Ah, now that you mention it, that’s true.”
“…Are you an idiot?”
Baek Seoyeon laughed lightly, as if she found it absurd. When I smiled back at her, she noticed my expression, pressed her lips together, and stiffened. It seems she doesn’t want to show a relaxed side in front of me. Hmm. Right. That’s understandable. She must have some pride as a spy, as a villain. Seeing that look, I think I roughly understand why a woman like that knows Yozora. She’s the type whose reaction would be ‘tasty’ when teased. That’s exactly the type of person Yozora likes. It’s obvious that Yozora must have gotten close to her by sticking to her in an annoying way first. It’s so obvious.
“Anyway, the treatment is done, so I’ll be going.”
“Yes, yes. Next time, be careful not to get cut by paper.”
“…Yeaaaah.”
Maybe she was a bit annoyed, because Baek Seoyeon’s voice dragged out irritably. Then she strode out, even going so far as to slam the door open noisily on purpose. Thanks to that, a face standing outside the door came into view.
I couldn’t hear what they were talking about because they were whispering, but it was a male student a bit shorter than Baek Seoyeon, who is about 170cm. Baek Seoyeon looked very annoyed, and the guy was smiling with his hands clasped behind his head like a sly fox. …But somehow. I felt like I wanted to punch the guy in the face if I could. I was wondering what it felt like to look like a gigolo, and I guess that’s what it is.
“Hmm.”
They look close, so is that guy a spy too? Seeing them look like they have such a bad relationship, I also think maybe not. Or maybe they’re just close enough to act comfortably around each other. Tsk. I don’t know.
“…Still, she could’ve closed the door.”
I stood up, adjusted my infirmary teacher’s gown, closed the door, and returned. Time passed like that. During lunch, I was dragged to a restaurant tucked away in a corner of the neighborhood by rough-looking male teachers who had their arms around my shoulders, claiming it was a ‘pork stir-fry restaurant you must know,’ and afterward, I was busy for a while dealing with students who got hurt during class and students who just wanted to talk to me. By the time school was over, my phone vibrated in my pocket, right next to me as I was feeling appropriately exhausted. What is it this time? There’s no one who would contact me first…
…Ah.