Stained
…What do I do now? I just blindly rushed out because I didn't want to be alone with Yoo Siwoo, but I can't actually go to the infirmary like I said I would. That man, Seo Woojin, would just look at me with that listless expression and ask why I’m there the moment he sees me. Besides, it’s embarrassing to just be honest and say, "I'm in heat, please fix me." And thinking back to yesterday, it doesn't even seem like his ability allows him to notice when I'm in heat.
I thought about finding a plausible excuse to feed him as a secondary plan, but… my head is so foggy, I doubt I could pull it off. I couldn't go down to the infirmary on the first floor, nor could I just stand still in the hallway in front of the student council room, so I settled on wandering aimlessly through the hallways of another floor.
"Ugh…."
If there’s one fortunate thing, it’s that it’s still just a mild fever. The worst part is that the phrase "still just" is attached to it so casually. And I can feel my condition steadily worsening even now.
I let out ragged, hot breaths, agonizing over what to do, and eventually headed toward the secluded emergency exit at the end of the building, past hallways where the faint sounds of class leaked out. There wouldn't be many people using it here. …The chances of me getting caught, even if I did something strange, would be low.
"Seriously, how… annoying…."
I didn't even care about getting my skirt dirty as I carefully sat down, using the stairs as a chair. Feeling the cold chill of the floor seeping through my skirt, I cautiously pulled one hand upward. For now, just for now, I have no choice but to touch myself a little. Didn't I solve it this way the first time I experienced heat? By relieving myself through awkward masturbation.
But I couldn't just put my hand down there right away. Just like I was moaning and gasping on the bed yesterday, the chances of making a mistake were incredibly high. For that reason, touching my clitoris was impossible unless I taped my mouth shut. …However, here.
"…Hnn…!…."
My breasts aren't that sensitive, so… it might be okay.
"Haa…. Hu…."
I must not make a sound. If I hear even the sound of someone else’s footsteps, I have to stop immediately. After repeating the same words to myself over and over, I covered my mouth with one hand and moved my fingers over my school uniform.
"…─. ……."
But, contrary to my expectations…. …. …Contrary to my worries, there wasn't that much stimulation. It certainly felt good. Unlike before, when it was just itchy, I could feel that it was pleasurable, but….
My bra. The pure white T-shirt I wore underneath. And the school uniform shirt, also pure white. Perhaps it was because there were three layers of fabric over my breasts. I could feel my fingers touching my chest, carefully groping my body as if committing a molestation, but there was nothing more than that. All I wanted was enough pleasure to keep me from moaning, nothing more, nothing less. Even trying to look at it favorably, this was less than that.
Frowning, I swallowed hard and began to move my hand more explicitly.
"…Ugh, mmm……."
…I even used my palm to press down on my breasts. I tried kneading them at will, like a lecherous old man. After realizing that it was uncomfortable to grab them fully because of the bra, and that stimulating my breasts like that wasn't as pleasurable as I thought, I moved my fingertips over my school shirt. Over my T-shirt. Over my bra. I pressed down hard on the spots where my nipples would be and rubbed them.
"…Hi, ugh…."
It wasn't as bad as I thought. It was good enough that I inadvertently leaned my head against the stair railing right next to me. I knew full well that the iron railing of an emergency exit wouldn't be cleaned thoroughly, but I didn't care. …Is this really the same area that only felt itchy whenever I touched it? Is this why, is this why women in erotic videos always had their nipples touched whenever a man was caressing them?
Because of the dull pleasure soaking into my head, I let my head droop slightly and exhaled hot breaths continuously onto my school shirt. It’s a good thing I’m at the academy right now; what would have happened if I were at home? …I probably would have already unhooked my underwear and taken it off, touching my nipples raw, or wearing only a T-shirt to control the stimulation. Like Yozora, who was rubbing her clitoris with a vibrating sex toy even though I had come to visit her?
While lost in the lingering afterglow that spread like paint, I briefly brushed my hair aside in case anything had gotten on it. After checking once more to see if there were any students passing by, I grabbed my breasts as if supporting them from below, and began to press down on the tips of my peaked nipples with two fingers. Harder, firmer. A little stronger than before.
"Hick…. Ugh, u…."
…Unfortunately, because the crisp bra was caught at my fingertips, it was difficult to squeeze my nipples to my heart's content. Of course, I could do it if I set my mind to it…, but it would be better to do this than to accidentally let out a loud moan. Leaning my head against the railing again, I crushed my nipples, which had become as firm as jelly, with my fingertips over and over, and over again….
However, as I said repeatedly, such subtle stimulation was far too disappointing. If I could, I wanted to just shove my hand inside my shirt and touch them raw. Because I was put into heat by some bad guy, even this clumsy, awkward hand-play felt this good—I couldn't even fathom how good it would feel if I touched my nipples directly. So, just a little, if it’s just a little….
…Wouldn't it be okay? I’m checking the surroundings for any signs of people, just in case. If I just hide before someone approaches the stairs…. If I just hold back the sound…. It would feel, so, so good.
"……!"
It was right when I was desperately scratching over my school shirt with my fingertips. Just before my bra was about to be pulled down, I heard the sound of a door opening about two floors below.
"…You want to do it here…?"
"It's fine. Nobody uses this place usually."
I thought I had checked everything. The worry that I might have missed a sign vanished in less than a second. The two voices that came from below belonged to one boy and one girl.
"How do you know it's not used? …Have you done it with another girl here?"
"What other girl…. Have you heard any rumors about me dating anyone since I was a freshman?"
"…I haven't."
Judging by the context, they were probably sophomores. And the same age as me. Behind their voices, I heard the sound of the emergency exit door closing with a thud. Then, as if conscious of being heard by others, their voices became extremely small, tickling my ears.
…Because of that. I, too. Cautiously, I revealed my pure white fox ears.
"…Anyway, you said you wanted to try it in a place like this. Didn't you?"
"Th-that was just because I was drunk…."
"Did you lie because you were drunk?"
"…."
"…It’s dangerous in front of the door, let’s go up half a flight."
"…Okay."
Step. Step. Their footsteps headed this way. One set of footsteps was filled with hesitation, the other with intense excitement. The footsteps, which had continued for about 10 seconds, stopped quite a distance away from where I was sitting. As he had said to go up half a flight, they were probably about a floor and a bit away from here. It wasn't close, but it wasn't far either. If I were to sneeze lightly, …if I let out a moan while masturbating, they would definitely hear it.
"Then…. Haneul. …I'll do it like we did yesterday?"
"…."
Covering my mouth with one hand for fear of being discovered, I immediately pulled the name "Haneul" that the male student had spoken into my memory. …Baek Haneul. Sophomore. Summoning department. She wasn't a reserve hero who caught my attention much, but I remembered glancing at her an extra time because she shared the same surname as me. I also remembered that she was quite pretty when I saw her in photos. So, it wasn't particularly strange that she had someone she was dating. It was rather natural.
However.
"…Yes. …Master."
"…."
Calling the other male student "Master" wasn't particularly… natural.
"Huu…. What would I have done if I hadn't drank with you yesterday…."
"…Ah, if you touch me like that…. No, if you touch me…."
"Why? If that’s your preference, don't you like being handled forcefully? Like this, touching your breasts…."
"…."
"…Aha, I guess it’s a bit much to say things like this openly. I should have just taken off your school uniform and fucked you without a word, like when you were drunk yesterday."
"Ugh…?!"
The sound of each other's clothes rustling against each other. The faint moans that lightly covered it. And the sound of a… wet, sloppy kiss that covered that once more. Perhaps because of the sounds of others, which I had only heard in videos and never in reality, or perhaps because the masturbation I had been engrossed in until just now was forcibly interrupted, the tips of my breasts that I had been secretly touching, and my clitoris through my panties that I hadn't even touched yet… kept tingling.
"…Haneul. You said you were taking birth control pills, right?"
"…."
I shouldn't make a sound. If I get caught, it’ll be a huge problem. I should just sneak up the stairs and open and close the emergency exit door to give them a scare. The Student Council President isn't in a position to eavesdrop on students having sex. I should just ignore it all. …Just like this, as much as I want to feel good.