Relationships (3)
Hero Training Academy. Perhaps because it stands as the closest among the roughly ten such institutions in South Korea to the number one spot, the grounds of Miren Academy were significantly more expansive than others. While most hero training centers are the size of a small vocational college, this place, with a bit of exaggeration, felt like a city park. Thanks to that, Miren Academy was home to quite a few local landmarks. There were courses perfect for a light stroll when the sun set and the moon rose, and there was even a path that had become a famous spot among female students because a shy, cheese-colored stray cat supposedly hid in the bushes there to observe people.
Beyond that, there were paths where cherry blossoms rained down every spring, making them perfect for taking photos with a lover, and other spots that people kept to themselves, enjoying the quiet without telling a soul... Anyway, having successfully infiltrated the Miren Academy Student Council for the past two years, I, too, had my own special spot. It wasn't a path. It was somewhere a bit higher up. I didn't like the lower levels much because they were unpleasant, filled with car exhaust and cigarette smoke. Because my ability was a bit peculiar, and because I had lived my life pretending to be as kind as possible in front of others to avoid the prejudices that ability might invite, I had started to drift off-course bit by bit after a high school period of suppressing myself. This was the place I often visited to refresh whenever I felt stressed.
"Haa..." Honestly, it wasn't exactly a special place... It was the rooftop of a building. A mundane rooftop where you could see the entire pastel-toned spring sky. I leaned casually against the railing and exhaled a hazy sigh into the void.
"...It's cold." I wondered if the color of the sky was like that because of the fine dust. I let out a hollow laugh at the pointless thought, then stretched my stiff neck with a crack, crack sound.
Ha. Shit. I should have learned how to smoke from my older sisters when I was younger. I never thought I'd miss that now. I shouldn't have just rejected it, spouting off rigid words about lung cancer or whatever; I should have just checked what it felt like. Right now, I'm more likely to die from overwork and stress than some serious disease like lung cancer. ...Of course, I don't intend to die alone and peacefully, though.
"Not that I can kill them right away, either..." The rooftop of the central building, where there was no one to hear me even if I spoke out loud. I muttered to myself, sat my butt down on the wooden bench provided for smokers, and continued my train of thought.
Vice Student Council President Yoo Siwoo. What on earth should I do to make that useless man stop paying attention to me? First off, completely ignoring him like he's an invisible person doesn't work. I tried ignoring him outright once, but he approached me with such intensity, as if he were about to hug me just to test how far I could ignore him, so I gave up immediately. The cringey compliment, "You're pretty even when seen up close, Senior," was just a bonus.
Instead of ignoring him, telling him directly that I have absolutely no interest in a man like him didn't work either. What did he say? Did he say that even if I'm not interested now, he'd make me interested later? When I snorted and asked, "What method are you going to use for that?", he just laughed and said it was a secret, so I stopped caring after that. ...Ah, seeing him follow me around to wherever I exercise, even though he doesn't have the stamina for it, I wonder if he's trying to show off his grit or obsession... but neither word is to my taste.
Who knows. Besides that, I even tried casually mentioning, "Actually, I'm a lesbian," prepared for the risk of strange rumors spreading throughout the academy, but that yielded the same result. He didn't even pretend to listen. Well, it was too obvious that it was a lie to avoid the Vice President. If I had acted like a lesbian normally, it might have been different, but that wasn't the case.
"Sigh." Ignoring him doesn't work. Telling him I hate him doesn't work. Telling him I'm a lesbian just makes him laugh; he doesn't believe it at all. What on earth can I do to enjoy a comfortable life as a spy? I groaned and sprawled out on the bench, annoyed by the Vice President who made me tired from the morning.
I was just spinning my phone in my hand, wondering when I'd get a text saying he'd bought coffee, when a small metallic sound reached me from beside me.
"...Ah." It was the sound of a doorknob turning. And then, a slightly flustered voice. ...Before that obvious thought could even cross my mind, my gaze was drawn to the unfamiliar clothing and the paper cup in the gap of the door. The paper cup was just a common vending machine cup. My gaze lingered on the stark white lab coat that reached down to his knees. That was something only hospital doctors wore, or something a normal person would never wear in their life unless they were cosplaying.
As far as I could remember, there were five people at Miren Academy who wore lab coats. One healing-type transcendental, and four remaining ordinary people in case of an emergency. If the person was male, had black hair, was reasonably tall, and looked reasonably normal...
By the time my thoughts had slowly reached that point, the door closed with a bewildered bow before I could even say anything. ...Ah, right. Seo Woojin. The man who had entered as the infirmary teacher here after trying to join Yozora's side.
"...I guess he came to drink coffee." Since he had a paper cup in his hand, the deduction wasn't difficult. What was harder was why he closed the door as soon as he opened it... but thinking about it, there was one obvious reason. It's only natural that it would be uncomfortable for me to be alone with him, knowing his past, isn't it? That a man who is supposed to be the academy's infirmary teacher almost joined hands with a villain. That's not a cute flaw on the level of, "I stole a piece of cheap candy from a stationery store in elementary school."
...You're quite the worrier. You already have Yozora's information and mine, so we have no intention of speaking up first anyway. Do I have to tell you all this for you to feel at ease? Pfft... Idiot.
"He seems a bit more stupid than he looks..." Even when I went to see him last time because I cut my finger on paper, he had a strangely dazed vibe compared to his appearance, and this time was the same.
Thinking of the frozen look on Seo Woojin's face that I had just seen, I stood up from my seat, smiling faintly, unlike when I had first come up to the roof.
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In Japan, there is a term called Yamato Nadeshiko. In Korean, that is... ...Hmm. I'm not sure if there's an exact equivalent. Anyway, how should I put it? To explain, it's a word that means a lady who has been raised preciously in a prestigious family with a long lineage. A lady with a pure image, innocent, pitiful, modest, and one who stimulates a man's desire for dominance by showing plenty of purity in male-female relationships, making the males' cocks stiffen.
Our Su-a-chan, who is sitting next to me covering her flushed cheeks, is a person who doesn't really fit the term Yamato Nadeshiko. First of all, her hair is a flashy yellow, isn't it? And her eyes are an amber color, yellow just like her hair. If you ask if her body is modest, no? If a master were to push his cock in, it's a vulgar size that would bury everything except the thick glans in her breasts, so it's not particularly modest, is it? Ah, of course, Su-a-chan also has that excellent turn-on point of being "innocent."
Rather than the term Yamato Nadeshiko, which is pure elegance itself, for our Su-a-chan... "Gal" fits much better. Mmm-hmm.
"If it's come to this, shouldn't you be the one to reach out first?"
"...Still, I wish the teacher would reach out to me first..."
"It's already been over a week. What are you going to do if Woojin doesn't look for you because he thinks your feelings have cooled down?"
"...But I, that, ...it felt so good... Wouldn't the teacher have liked it too...?"
And if you're a gal, whenever you think, "Ah, my sexual desire is insane right now," you should go find your master, take out your ears and tail, and act cute and get eaten. Why are you not even making eye contact, let alone reaching out for over a week, just because you're embarrassed about what happened then? You frustrating girl...!
To our Su-a-chan, who pulled off that ridiculous combination of an innocent gal, I poured out my frustration. And that too, inside the 1st-year Class A where all our classmates were perfectly present, with both hands cupped to Su-a-chan's ear, ...rubbing my thighs twitchingly, whispering.
"Men and women are different. Just because you went 10 times while getting your cock plunged deep inside you doesn't mean Woojin went 10 times too. Maybe he wasn't satisfied at all?"
"I, I didn't say my cock was plunged deep...!"
"Then what did you do in the infirmary back then?"
"...Just, what sex partners do..."
"...What. That means the same thing as plunged deep..."
"Plunged deep...! ...It's not that far..."
You confessed everything that happened in the infirmary because I pressed you a little earlier because I was frustrated, so why are you playing dumb now? Really, just because you're "embarrassed"? Aren't you too innocent?
I looked at Su-a-chan, who was whispering while keeping an eye on her friends, with a sullen face, and then covered her ear with my hand again. ...It's fine to talk about other things, but I'm in a bit of a hurry right now. Yeah.
"It means you basically put a condom on and got eaten like a beast."
"......"
"It's true. You said you were sex partners who don't have sex, but you ended up having tons of sex before the day was even over."
"......"
"And that too, inside the academy where all your friends are."
"......"
...Ah. Su-a-chan's ears got incredibly warm. Normally, I would have teased her with thoughts like, "Su-a-chan is so sensitive, what kind of reaction would she show if I blew a breath into her ear right now?", but I licked my lips quietly. Unlike usual, I didn't play any pranks, but just gulped, and continued speaking.
"You should stop avoiding Woojin just because you're embarrassed about what happened that day."
"..."
"...What am I supposed to do if you're like that for over a week? ...Shit."
"..."
...Please, just go quickly and get eaten by Seo Woojin. Stop spouting bullshit about being embarrassed, and just have sex.
"Su-a-chan. ...I, I'm currently holding back the urge to be eaten by Woojin..., ...my master, too...?"
"...Y, yeah..."
"If I can't hold it in anymore and buy a few boxes of condoms and go to master's house... ...your turn won't come."
"..."
"So hurry up... ...okay?"
Because there's someone who has been told to "stay" like a pet dog for the past few days while you were just stomping your feet because you were embarrassed, and there's a pervert who has been masturbating all day at home with a buzzing toy, as if in heat... so hurry up and get eaten like a dog, and let me get a "reward" from Seo Woojin.