One Actress, Two Civilians (4)
Saturday morning. Ugh— Han Su-a woke up with a stretch, only to flop back onto the bed and reach out. Naturally, she didn't reach down, but to the side. It wasn't out of laziness or a desire to pull the covers back up. She was looking for her phone—an essential item to execute the plan she had devised while eating dinner yesterday afternoon.
After fumbling around a few times, her hand brushed against the strangely warm device. "...?" She wondered what it was, but the screen was still on. It was as if the phone were advertising the fact that she had started devouring written text, not just video media or pictures. The screen was filled with explicit, erotic jargon. "...Ahem." Anyway, that wasn't what was important right now.
Han Su-a, who had been looking for a bookmark function, exited the site and opened a different app. It was an app with a screen that was a bit embarrassing to show others, considering the number of saved contacts didn't even fill ten fingers. Even among those, if you excluded family and employees, there were only two 'others'.
One was Yozora Touka. Or was it Touka Yozora? Anyway, Yozora. And Seo Woojin. That... school nurse. Although, he was also her Master. A Master in an erotic sense, at that. "...If only there were a profile picture, it would be great for letting my imagination run wild. Why does he insist on the default profile?"
Should I try taking a bunch of photos together next time we meet? ...Since he seems to like tails. If it's an erotic photo that only a Mutant-type can take... that... the teacher might also just... "Phew..."
A strange sense of longing. And after groaning for a moment over the sticky sexual desire rising from the morning, Han Su-a propped herself up on her pillow to breathe comfortably and typed on the screen before it got too late.
She remembered, of course, that he had said he was busy with personal matters. She remembered him saying that for a few days—was it two weeks?—he wouldn't be able to pay much attention to her. But you never knew, right? Maybe he would have time for at least one day. If she were lucky, he might even have time for the weekend—Saturday and Sunday.
Han Su-a sent the message and tapped the bed with her toes, waiting for the teacher's reply. But the '1' next to the message wouldn't disappear. Was it because it was 8:00 AM? Hmm. That might be the reason. Many people slept in on weekends. Just as she thought, 'I guess I have to wait an hour or two...' and turned back to the embarrassing site, a notification popped up at the top of her phone. A notification that said 'Seo Woojin'.
"...Hehe." It was just that, but suddenly her mood improved drastically. Should she say that the ticklish feeling she felt every time she read a romance comic had intensified dozens of times over? Han Su-a brushed back her long golden hair that was trying to block her vision and began tapping the screen with a wide grin.
But the answer that came back was a little different from what she had hoped for. Perhaps that was why the hair she had just brushed back slid down near her eyes again. Haaa. Even if it was just someone like her, she had plenty of money, so she had thought about going shopping with the teacher. She had wanted to buy clothes the teacher picked out, like in a romance comic. And then, pretend it was a coincidence and... that thing from the erotic novel she saw yesterday. She had wanted to pretend it was her own idea.
Judging by the nuance of his reply, it seemed like exchanging KakaoTalk messages like this was the best she could do. ...What a shame.
What? She didn't have to wait two weeks; she could spend time with the teacher if she just held out until next week. Her mood recovered, and Han Su-a sent a reply with a goofy smile. She told him she really wanted to see him when he had some free time. Well, she added a lot of fuss to such a simple statement. In reality, she was disappointed they couldn't meet... but since he was busy, it couldn't be helped.
"Ugh..." Han Su-a closed her phone and let out a small groan while hugging her pillow tightly. Ah, of course, she didn't usually do this. Even though two whole days had been blown, for Han Su-a, the weekend was a time to roll around on the bed reading comics rather than spending it busily. But perhaps because she had made a plan for today, this sudden void felt strangely different. How should she put it? It felt like she had tried to get into the habit of eating breakfast but had to skip it due to circumstances. The analogy was a bit difficult, but anyway, it was that kind of feeling.
Muttering, "This is hard," Han Su-a rolled lightly to the side with the pillow she was hugging. "Hmm..." Since it had come to this, it would be fine to read comics at home as always. Or, it wouldn't be bad to indulge in adult hobbies on her phone. But today, she... wanted to go out. It wasn't that the house felt stifling, but rather that the inertia of having intended to go out remained—that was probably a more accurate expression. It was Han Su-a's theory that she could spend 15 years in a room as long as she had food and reading material. Of course, she hadn't actually lived like that yet.
That was why her eyes naturally turned to the place below the friend list labeled 'Seo Woojin'. Yozora Touka. A girl who had almost drifted apart from her, but thanks to erotic things, they had ended up with more to talk about instead. A girl who, lately, started talking about erotic things much more explicitly whenever they had time to talk alone. A girl who would slyly ask what kind of sex she had when she was alone with the teacher. ...A girl who would make a very envious face even though she had left out the embarrassing parts when telling her the truth. A girl who said, "I want to have sex until I'm suffocating just like you, Su-a." A girl who would write such things on the edge of her notebook even during class.
"..." For the first time in her 20 years of life, Han Su-a sent a text message to a friend with the nuance of 'let's hang out'. The reply that arrived shortly after was a ready acceptance, Yozora-style, even if it smelled a little like alcohol. Han Su-a, who finished the conversation by saying they should meet in a little while, shed the rolled-up blanket and headed to the bathroom.
200, 8:25 AM. It was just after resolving Han Su-a's sudden contact, while she was checking the time by looking at the top status bar of her phone. "Ugh..." Right next to her. Lee Hayoon, who should have been sleeping soundly, began to poke her body with her fist while stretching cutely. According to Lee Jiyoon, who had shared her body once at dawn, she should have woken up around 9 o'clock... but it seemed she had woken up because of her phone's notification sound. Or perhaps it was because the sunlight streaming through the window was hitting her eyes just right. Was the fact that she wouldn't wake up until 9 o'clock without an alarm due to the angle of that sunlight?
As she turned off the phone screen with that plausible guess, Lee Hayoon, who couldn't even open her eyes properly, gave a groggy morning greeting. "Ugh... ...Ah, good morning..." "...Did you sleep well?" "What time is it...?" "8:30. Roughly." "I see..."
Saying "I see," Lee Hayoon hugged her as if she were still sleepy. Seeing that, she gently stroked her hair, and Lee Hayoon made a playful gesture as if to bite her wrist. In the end, well, the old saying about wanting to be treated like an older sister had gone somewhere; she just rubbed her face against her pajamas and was stroked quietly.
"Do you want to sleep more?" "...I think we did it too much yesterday... I'm a little tired..." "We might do even more today?" "...Ugh, don't say things like that, you sound like an old man." "...What should I do? Since you told me not to, I want to do it even more." "Hey, that tickles..."
Under the same blanket. While she lightly squeezed Lee Hayoon's buttocks as she turned to the side and flinched, her small hand wriggled toward her scrotum. Perhaps because she didn't know how hard she should touch, Lee Hayoon only provided stimulation closer to brushing than touching, watching for her reaction. How would it be to satisfy her fully by sharing her body with her from the morning? A desire filled with sexual urge arose, but... well. It was a dilemma.
If she enjoyed boring sex right now and then felt that sex in front of her younger sister felt better than this, it would be perfect. But conversely, she might think that sex enjoyed without any sense of moral hazard was better. There was no need to do something risky out of greed. To corrupt Lee Hayoon's taste according to her will, it would be enough to make her unable to remember the taste of clean water. If she taught her the taste of stimulating soda over and over again. By the time she enjoyed soda instead of water. That would be the end.
I stroked Lee Hayoon's hair until it was disheveled, then carefully pushed her arm away and got out of bed. "Phew... Should we order something for breakfast?"