Han Su-a Has Few Friends
Whether a zombie apocalypse had broken out in the outside world, or it was just some random terrorist attack by villains in a peaceful corner of Seoul in April, it was all meaningless to Han Su-a, who had no reason to leave her house in the first place. It wasn't because of any particular reason; it was just her natural disposition.
One. While she didn't need to label herself as having social anxiety, she simply didn't want to go to crowded places because it drained her energy.
Two. She didn't hold onto those who left, nor did she stop those who came. It wasn't because she was prideful; it was just that arguing with others about their choices was too high-difficulty a task for her.
Three. Some people said they recharged their energy by meeting and playing with others, but Han Su-a much preferred flipping through comic books alone at home. Truth be told, she didn't really have anyone to meet anyway, but regardless.
However, once she stepped outside, the story changed. Information. She needed information. She didn't need to know how many zombies were swarming the first floor of her apartment building, but she did need to check the level of yellow dust. The weather forecast was the same. If the temperature difference between day and night was large, she got annoyed by the heat, annoyed by the cold, and even annoyed by having to carry an extra outer layer. If it started raining on top of that, it was the worst. Oh, and on a smaller note, it would be good to have information on "where" to go when meeting Yozora. If possible, somewhere quiet. If possible, somewhere that not only she but Yozora could enjoy too. If possible, alcohol... well, she could do without it. If they really had to drink together, they could just stop by a bar in the evening.
"Hmm..."
As a result of setting those conditions, excluding them, and repeating the process, the first thing that appeared was none other than a comic book cafe. Come to think of it, is this even considered going out...? Thinking such thoughts, Han Su-a pulled up the pure white mask she had lowered to her chin and walked out of the elevator. It wasn't like they were just going to stop by the comic book cafe and part ways. Wouldn't Yozora, rather than a homebody like herself, know the geography and fun places around here better? Perhaps, instead of a comic book cafe, she might end up being dragged around by Yozora's hand until the day ended.
For that reason, Han Su-a's current outfit was nothing more than a baggy hoodie that covered her entire silhouette, leggings, and ugly, expensive sneakers that were comfortable for her feet. Dressed in a way that wouldn't look out of place in a zombie apocalypse if she just grabbed a backpack and a crowbar, she headed toward Yozora's house.
"I got dumped by Seo Woojin. Didn't I tell you?"
"...What?"
"I got dumped because I did something he hated. *Sob sob.*"
If she had known she would hear such a thing from Yozora—who was making playful crying sounds with her mouth, contrary to her expectations—after entering the comic book cafe without any special incidents for an hour, she would have rather stopped by a bar in the middle of the day, even while she was trying to build up the courage to ask for Yozora's opinion by sneaking in an R-rated comic book.
212
Negative words breed negative impressions. Especially if they pop up in the context of words related to oneself. The word "broke up" she had just heard was like that. Han Su-a knew very well that Yozora, the infirmary teacher, and Seo Woojin met separately. Sex friends... was it? Or sex partners? Anyway, weren't they incredibly "close"? It would be one thing if Han Su-a only knew about that kind of relationship, but the problem was that she had inserted herself into that dynamic late.
Therefore, her thoughts naturally led to the feeling of, "Is it because of me?" Like the old proverb, "The rolling stone displaces the embedded stone..." Of course, Yozora had already told her directly why they broke up. There were the affectionate expressions the teacher had whispered ticklishly to her several times when they were alone. She had also seen him get annoyed for the first time, telling her to just have sex quickly last time. And she remembered Yozora arriving at school late around lunchtime the day after having sex while hearing the teacher tell her he loved her over and over again. She couldn't shake the thought that it was because of herself.
"Sigh. Should I not have begged him to put a leash on me and have outdoor sex...?"
"..."
What if she's lying because she's afraid our friendship will drift apart? Before that, the teacher looking angry..., ...it was hard to imagine. It felt more persuasive to see it as breaking up because of "someone" rather than them fighting.
"S-so, is that why you broke up? With the teacher?"
"Yeah!"
"...Just for that...? Like, just because you wanted to try outdoor sex?"
"Hmm... I guess that was just pressing the button at the end, but it feels like things that had been piling up for a while finally exploded."
"...Piling up, what?"
"When you first saw me having sex with Seo Woojin, didn't you feel anything?"
"..."
It was incredibly erotic. Was there anything else to feel? She searched her memory carefully, but it was a bit of an old story. There was nothing that stood out. At most, that it was slightly violent? But that level was a daily occurrence in the "erotic" comic books she read. Same with erotic novels.
"...I can't really think of anything..."
"He was crushing me on the bed and pounding away like he was going to kill me, but he ejaculated inside you."
"...Ah, yeah."
"I think his heart might have turned away from that moment~"
"..."
...What? She had suspected it, but did she really mean that I was the reason they broke up? As Han Su-a blinked her eyelids, clutching the innocent comic book tightly, Yozora, who had swallowed her laughter so as not to disturb others, began to crawl toward her on all fours, wiggling. Like she was... trying to pounce on her.
"..."
"..."
She didn't even have time to ask herself, Why all of a sudden? Instead, shouldn't she be looking at me with resentment? Or not meet me at all? That question also remained an unsolved case in Han Su-a's mind. Yozora's playful, approaching figure had that much power. It was enough anxiety to make sweat bead on her hands, which were lightly touching the floor, wondering if she was really going to get ravished.
Every time Yozora's hands, crawling like a puppy, took a step, Han Su-a retreated, pressing her body against the cushion, while Yozora grinned as if she enjoyed her reaction, approaching until she was just about to touch her. Finally, Yozora licked her lips slowly once.
"...! Hey, wait...!"
"Why are you reacting like that, Su-a-chan... It's a joke... A joke..."
"How is this a joke...!"
"*Sss...*, *Huu...*"
"Hey, that's gross...!"
She buried her face in Han Su-a's chest, hidden by the baggy hoodie.
"Hehehe... Baby milk bottles..."
"W-what kind of weird thing is that to say...!"
"Well, you understood the meaning, right? Maybe I'm actually really good at Korean...?"
"What are you..."
She had no rebuttal, but she couldn't just let Yozora touch her breasts as she pleased. So, Han Su-a pushed Yozora away with force before the commotion grew larger. Yozora fell to the side, giggling with a playful reaction, showing no resistance. Han Su-a, who was looking down at her with dissatisfaction and roughly adjusting her bra over her clothes, finally spat out a hesitant question.
"...Is it. Not because of me?"
"What is?"
"B-breaking up..."
"Ummm~ I guess my share isn't exactly 0%, but well..."
While she was speaking, Yozora's gaze glanced outside the room. Perhaps it was because the blinds didn't completely fill the entrance. Judging by her reaction, it seemed she had made eye contact with someone through the gap in the blinds. Seeing her erase the goofy expression she had just a moment ago and change her posture with a disgusted look, it was certain. And then, she became the usual Yozora in front of me again and continued.
"There's probably 1%, right? Even if he eats me and throws me away, it's enough to just do it with you now, right?"
"..."
Eat and throw away? Is that how they use the Japanese expression for breaking up after dating? Han Su-a thought for a moment while hugging her slightly bent knees. She spat out a question she had worried about several times, wondering if it would be rude.
"...Then are you going to meet another man now?"
"Probably? I don't see anyone who catches my eye yet, but... I'll meet someone again someday. A man like Seo Woojin."
After hearing the answer, Han Su-a stared at Yozora and then dropped her gaze. Who dates whom, who breaks up with whom. These were words that had flowed into her ears countless times mixed with the noise of her surroundings during her school days. She couldn't understand it with her pure, romantic-comic mindset, but if she thought about it calmly, that was normal. Single-minded devotion. If that were easily possible, the number of people going through divorce would have decreased much more than now. Therefore, she tried to think that it was fine for Yozora to meet other men too. Perhaps she really could meet someone better than the teacher. They could be Korean, or perhaps Japanese. ...But, although she knew it well in her head, she still didn't like it.
"...Can't you make up with the teacher?"
She carefully voiced her thoughts.
"Make up? Well... I think it'll be hard because we fought a lot..."
"Yo-you fought...?"
"Ah, I got scolded. I was just scolded because I was the only one being insulted, so it was a scolding."
It was definitely a reward until they broke up. Saying that, Yozora stretched and gave a sheepish smile.
"Don't worry about it! It's all because I did something wrong, so what does it matter."
"..."
"I'm going to read my comic book now, shh. Let's talk about Seo Woojin later."
"...Okay."
She didn't want to talk about it later. If possible, she wanted to call the teacher right now and offer some help. In the first place, she didn't have the slightest intention of stealing the teacher, and... Yozora must be similar, having to endure the urge to have sex, which affected her daily life. She was satisfied enough with a relationship where they could have relations whenever they wanted, like before... when they were alone, and he would say he loved her more, even if it were a lie.
Han Su-a, who picked up the comic book she had set aside, flipped through the pages while glancing at Yozora from time to time.
"..."
Is there nothing I can do for Yozora? While agonizing over something she had never thought about in her life, "for the sake of a friend."
*****
Maybe it was from somewhere in the middle. I couldn't hold it in and just did it as I pleased, but the atmosphere didn't become as hostile as I thought. Ah, of course, for about 30 minutes after the heat cooled down, I was drained from dealing with Lee Hayoon's excessive pregnancy worries—like asking if she should take the morning-after pill now, or saying she would look up the pregnancy probability on safe days—and stopping Lee Jiyoon, who was mocking her sister, saying it was fine to receive as much internal ejaculation as she wanted until she fainted. At most, that was all. Rather, after dinner was over, the atmosphere in the house, which was close to a cold war, loosened up a lot.
"...Sister. I have one thing I'm curious about now."
"Yeah?"
"Why did you put your tongue in my mouth when we were kissing earlier?"
"Yo-you put yours in, you crazy bitch...!"
"No, later, you definitely..."
"I didn't...!"
Even though Lee Jiyoon was butting in next to Lee Hayoon, who had suggested they watch a Netflix drama, it was enough to forgive her sister's interference just by the fact that she was being hugged tightly by me.
"Anyway, Lee Jiyoon, you. ...Don't stick to me trying to do more sneakily."
"Whyyy."
"I won...! I, I used 3 tissues... so go to your room and play games."
"I saw you deliberately use 3 tissues by wiping it off sloppily."
"Even if you just looked with your eyes, there was much more inside me, right!"
"No? It was similar? If you're annoyed, do it again with the three of us."
"Ugh..."
"You should have taken a picture right after the internal ejaculation. Are you an idiot, sister? Next time, make Seo Woojin take a video while you do it."
"I'm not doing that with you again...!"
"I know you'll come looking for me anyway, saying, 'Uh, this isn't it...?' if the ejaculation volume is low when you do it just the two of you."
"Crazy... ...Isn't Lee Jiyoon really a nutcase...?"
Although I hadn't yet reached the point of being served after completely separating these two prospective heroes, it was a satisfying enough result. If I keep stimulating the two of them, I'll see that kind of appearance soon, right? At the earliest, tonight, at the latest, within a month...
While thinking that, I was struggling to stop Lee Jiyoon, who had taken a liking to mocking her sister again.
"..."
My phone in my pocket vibrated lightly.
"Anyway, sister, you and Seo Woojin are going to do it again at night, right?"
"I-I'm going to lock the door...!"
"..."
If she were moderately drunk, she would have made an effort to fix the typos. It was because of Han Su-a's KakaoTalk message, which was full of typos as if she were completely drunk, and at the same time, as if she had heard about what happened with Yozora directly from her.