The First Masturbation (2)
How could I possibly trick Seo Woojin? That sloppy plan of mine had been completely botched from the very first step. In hindsight, this was the inevitable result. If I had taken my time to devise a meticulous strategy like I usually do, it might have been different... but my actions until now had been nothing more than impulsive, spur-of-the-moment judgments.
What I thought was a mild cold turned out to be something akin to heat. When I touched my private parts with my fingertips—just as I had occasionally done out of curiosity—I was able to reach a climax that felt good for the first time in my life. Pondering how my body had ended up this way, Seo Woojin came to mind, so I went to find him. But since nothing happened, I thought I had misjudged the situation and tried to go about my day as usual, only for my body to act up again.
...Stupidly, I hadn't thought of a proper solution for how to calm my body down at that moment. Didn't I say it earlier? All my actions until now had been purely impulsive. No, to be precise, it would be more accurate to say I hadn't even considered thinking of one. To be honest, deep down... there was a heavy layer of denial, a refusal to believe that I could possibly be in heat because of some man.
If I had gone into heat the moment I first met Seo Woojin, I could at least understand it. But hadn't we already crossed paths several times, both inside and outside the academy? If he really were the cause, shouldn't it have been normal for me to have gone into heat already? Like, feeling strange every time I ran into him or something. So why, for heaven's sake, now? ...I have no idea. Perhaps, like living next to a flu virus, the reaction was just delayed. Or perhaps there was another cause entirely.
Anyway, I failed to pinpoint the exact cause, but now was not the time to think about such things. It was 99.9% certain that it was because of Seo Woojin, so I could look for the cause later when I got home. Right now...
"Are you almost done?"
"...Let me check a little more."
"What would I even use a recording of your voice for?"
"You could use it. ...I can't say for sure, but it might be recording right now."
"Ha... There's no secret compartment in the desk. Do you want me to bet my bank account on it so you'll believe me?"
"You can earn plenty of money if you put your mind to it, anyway."
I have to get Seo Woojin out of here. Just for one minute, thirty seconds, even. So I can be at ease. ...So I can masturbate, feeling good.
"You seem to have some fantasy about healers, but we don't actually earn that much. Right now, I'm just sticking around here and living off my salary."
"I know. I even know how much you're getting from the foundation. Do you think I don't even know that much information?"
"It's not actually that much, is it? Compared to the value of a healer you might know."
"...That may be true, but."
Let's think. What excuse could I use to be left alone in the infirmary for a moment? I force my brain, which is turning to mush in real-time due to my sexual desire, to work. "There might be a recorder, so please step out for a moment." That kind of sloppy excuse was already completely out of the question. But the only excuses that followed were even more pathetic and contextless, like asking him to leave so I could change my clothes. I used to pride myself on being somewhat smart, but at this rate, I look dumber than a snot-nosed kid. Is this how stupid people get when they're in heat? Is this why there are so many photos of Gumiho wandering around with members of the opposite sex?
Clenching my teeth due to the shame I felt all alone, I bent at the waist and carefully searched under the desk once more. ...I have to think of something fast. How can I get Seo Woojin outside, even for a second...
"Ah, if you're that worried about a recorder, go talk somewhere else. That would work."
"...."
But that... didn't mean I wanted to go out with him.
"O-other people might see us...! Like, the sight of you and me together... Or there's a possibility someone might overhear our conversation..."
"Isn't there at least one place without people besides the infirmary?"
"There isn't! ...As far as I know, there really isn't a single one... Yes."
"...Hmm."
Did my rambling, desperate counter-argument actually work? Seo Woojin, who had been looking troubled, let out a small sigh and began fiddling with his smartphone. It looked like he was checking KakaoTalk, so I stared at him, wondering if he was contacting someone, but it didn't seem like that was why he pulled out his phone.
"Don't look at me and hurry up and find it. You're not just going to search the desk, are you? A student who's actually injured might come in at any moment."
"...I was going to do that anyway."
Hearing Seo Woojin's signature annoyed tone that I'd momentarily forgotten, it was certain.
"...."
...I don't think I've ever been treated like this by anyone in my life, man or woman. It was a different kind of unpleasantness from Yoo Siwoo, who clung to me too much. Because of that, I furrowed my brows slightly and immediately lowered my evaluation of Seo Woojin in my heart by one level. Why on earth does Yozora like a guy like that... To say she fell for him just because of his face and body, his personality is... Then, is he really amazing in bed... ...Ah, I don't know. Maybe it's because I'm in heat, I keep having these strange thoughts... Damn it...
Caught between annoyance and sexual desire, I glared at Seo Woojin with that gaze, then whipped my head around to continue my search. But naturally, there wasn't a recorder, nor any other machine to be found. It was to the point where I wondered if it was okay for it to be this clean. Why, isn't there a typical image that comes to mind when you think of an infirmary? Even looking at other infirmaries in the academy, there are things ranging from Band-Aids and bandages to crutches... ...I guess he wouldn't need those. Hmm. So that's why there's just a laptop, some candy, and a few notebooks with unknown contents.
"Ha..."
After opening the drawers I'd already checked a few more times for no reason, an awkward silence flowed, and I glanced at Seo Woojin with a sigh. He was still sitting on the edge of the bed, fiddling with his phone. He didn't seem to care at all what I was doing here or how much more I searched the desk and its surroundings. While I thought it was too laid-back for someone who knew my identity, on the other hand, I wondered how long it had been since I'd shown my true self to someone so comfortably. In front of the principal or other students, I always have to be the model student council president, but in front of Seo Woojin, I can act a bit selfishly, just like I did in front of Yozora, so it doesn't really matter.
"...."
...What kind of strange thoughts am I having all of a sudden? Is it because I'm in heat...
Biting my lip to regain my composure, I stood up with a clatter of my chair and approached Seo Woojin.
"...Hey."
"Are you done?"
"...More or less. If it's not near the desk, it's not there. Well..."
"So. What do you want to say? It sounds like it's important enough to worry about a recorder."
"...."
The original plan was scrapped. What followed was, 'It's embarrassing, but let's be honest.' That I'm actually a Gumiho-type mutant, and somehow I ended up in heat at the academy. That it would have a negative impact on my future activities, so couldn't I just masturbate in the infirmary for a moment and go back? That I would clean up the fluids and go back. Knowing Seo Woojin's personality, he would probably be troubled, but after a deep sigh, he would give me permission. But the reason I couldn't get the words out was, of course.
"...? Why are you just standing there? You came close as if you were going to say something."
"...."
Because it's embarrassing.
"...Hey... Seriously... Ha..."
Standing in front of Seo Woojin with my arms crossed, I spat out words that were closer to a sigh than conversation, then slumped onto the opposite bed. "Can't you just not ask anything and leave for one minute?" Asking like that might be one way. But there's no way it could be solved so easily. If I were him, if someone asked me to leave the student council room for just one minute, I would tilt my head and ask, "Why?" So the only way is to be honest. Because I'm too... ...Sex. Or masturbation. I can't think of anything but those gross thoughts. ...Damn it.
"...."
"...What is it? Why are you suddenly reaching out your arm?"
When I held out one arm with my gaze lowered, a question full of doubt returned. It was an expected question. But instead of answering that question, I pulled up my sleeve slightly and exposed my wrist area to Seo Woojin.
"Do you want me to watch? Or, what, do you mean for me to hold it?"
"...."
I meant that because you grabbed my wrist this morning, I'm in heat and it's hard to control my sexual desire, so please leave the infirmary for a moment. As expected, it seems hard for him to understand at once. Since he doesn't even seem to know that I'm in heat, that's understandable. Hesitating and agonizing over an answer, I eventually nodded lightly toward Seo Woojin. My guess was that even though I went into heat because he grabbed my wrist, it wouldn't be much different if he grabbed it again... Why, it's not like there's a dramatic difference between taking a shower in hot water twice versus once, right? Aside from that, I was also curious if even a healer couldn't grasp my body's condition.
"Ugh..."
"...What. Why is it so hot?"
A mutter that was barely audible. After that, a warm energy began to flow from around my wrist and wander through my body. ...It felt similar to when Seo Woojin treated my cold yesterday. But unlike then, there was no change in my body now. If it were like this because of a disease, he would have been able to treat it. I guess it's just because I'm in heat, not because of a disease.
"...."
Is it because it's the first time he's encountered a disease he can't treat? Seo Woojin, with a quite serious expression, stares at me quietly. If I told him there's no need to be serious, that I'm just like this because I'm in heat, the misunderstanding would be cleared up. ...But I couldn't bring myself to say it as it was because of the embarrassment. I mixed in a hastily made lie.
"...It happens sometimes. So you don't need to have such a serious expression."
"It happens sometimes?"
"I thought healers might be a bit different... but it's the same. You couldn't treat it yesterday, either."
"...."
"Ha... That's why I told you not to worry about student Su-a."
"What kind of disease is it? You don't even know the name? In cases where the fever boils this much..."
"That is..."
I told him it's not because of him, but that it happens periodically. "It's... heat... period..."
"...."
A lie I had no choice but to make, conscious of the recorder. A lie that Seo Woojin would feel that way about. I carefully let it out.
"Actually, I don't really know if it's a real heat period... It's just a period when my sexual desire becomes extremely strong, so I'm calling it a heat period myself..."
A normal person in a heat period. I know as well as anyone that it's nonsense. I also know that it's not the kind of thing one experiences just because they're a mutant. That's why, before Seo Woojin could ask what kind of bullshit that was, I sheepishly revealed one fact I had been thoroughly hiding. ...From what I've seen so far, Seo Woojin seems like a man with a tight lip.
"...I guess that's why."
"...Gumiho?"
"...Yes."
Not nine, just four. By revealing my snow-white tails. If I revealed any more... my skirt would roll up too much, so I couldn't. "Why, there's a saying like that. That all Gumiho are perverts..."
"Is that just a misunderstanding, and are you trying to say it's because of the heat period?"
"...It would be nice if you knew that as well. More than that, I just... wondered if a heat period could be treated..."
"...."
Whew, Seo Woojin, who let out a sigh, let go of my wrist and wiped his mouth as if he were troubled. Well, that makes sense. Now I'm not 'Baek Seoyeon who came to borrow the infirmary for masturbation because she's in heat,' but 'Baek Seoyeon who visited the infirmary several times wondering if even this could be treated.' ...It feels like I found an escape route by accident while trying to hide that I was in heat. Anyway, I felt a bit relieved. Isn't it a better picture to confess my state first and ask for understanding rather than shamelessly asking him to clear the room so I can masturbate? It's less embarrassing, too.
Therefore, clearing my throat, I spoke politely. Calming my breath, which was trying to get rough on its own even though I hadn't done anything, I spoke as politely as possible.
"...So, about that."
"...."
"...One minute... No, please clear the room for about three minutes."
"Clear the room?"
"I told you. ...It's a heat period."
Because I have to masturbate. Get lost for a moment... ...Please leave.
"Yozora, didn't you stutter in Korean when you first arrived?"
"Ahaha. That's because everyone around me teaches me well! Especially our Su-a-chan. Right~?"
"D-don't..."
Height is about 185cm. Since he's an evolutionary type, he's a muscular macho man style. His dick is... well? I haven't stripped him, so I don't know, but unfortunately, he doesn't look like he'd be big. Is he an S? Before I could ask about his sexual preferences, his face isn't my style. Disqualified. Disqualified. I can't even have a light relationship with him. "Honestly, what would I have done without our Su-a-chan... You probably wouldn't have made a single friend and would have only started talking to people around graduation? Stuttering in Korean?"
"If it were you, even without me..."
"Yeah. Yozora has a very active personality, so I think she would have made friends with the kids quickly."
This guy is barely 170cm, let alone 180cm. Some women like short men, but I'm definitely not one of them. Because height and dick size are directly proportional...? A man should be able to easily pin me against a wall and fuck me hard, but just because a man who can't do that says he's a sadist, it doesn't spark any interest. And I don't like guys with a sleazy style. Like him, he's not even a natural, but he dyes his hair, goes around looking for girls who will spread their legs wherever they are. Stuff like this. Guys who are truly confident are too lazy to even move... Ugh. Tsk tsk. You're disqualified too.
"Ah, right. I haven't been able to ask this until now, but Su-a, how are you so strong? Is it because you're of the lion lineage? Surely in Europe..."
"Su-a-chan. Is there any water left in that water bottle?"
"Uh, uh? ...Yeah..."
"I want to drink that. It's fine as long as my lips don't touch it, right?"
You, who pretends to be close by saying you're both swordsmen and keeps glancing at Su-a-chan's breasts, you're disqualified too. Of course, I admit that as a male, my eyes naturally go to the breasts trapped between the sweat-soaked gym clothes right in front of me. But you're not even a woman, why are you talking around it like that? Ah, fuck, you should just say, "I want to squeeze and touch those huge tits." Since you can't, you're disqualified from my dildo candidates too. If you had that much guts, I could have asked you later in secret, "Did you want to touch my breasts that much?" Too bad for you.
"Pfft..."
"...You said your lips wouldn't touch it..."
"Oops, I drank it without realizing."
Are there really so few good men? While I was chatting with my classmates with Su-a-chan, I let out a regretful sigh and pulled out my phone. Then, leaning against the wall after stepping back slightly and checking my surroundings... with the thrilling excitement that my academy life would be over if I got caught, click. In the gallery full of photos of similar-looking bar snacks, I touched the photo of a girl's face covered in white liquid and enlarged it. Puhaha. Look at her glaring at the camera as if she's resentful, even though she actually loved it. Using her breasts like an o-hole, she's been dreaming of that ever since she was molested on the train every other day. ...Anyway, one way or another, there really was no man like Seo Woojin.
While I was staring blankly at the thick cock in the photo, disappointed in my 'finding a new sex partner' progress which was slower than expected.
"...What are you doing?"
"Ah, I was just resting because I'm tired~"
Because Su-a-chan approached, having noticed I was gone, I turned off my phone screen immediately. Looking at her like this, she's like a baby penguin following its mother. Just looking at her appearance, she looks like she'd be smoking a cigarette outside that building over there. Phew... If I had the heart, I'd be curious what her reaction would be if I showed my photo to Su-a-chan, but... a similar act, or something even worse. I feel like she's already doing it. I just smiled brightly, afraid that if I provoked her for no reason, she wouldn't care.
"Then I'll stay here too. ...Because you keep talking to me, I'm also tired..."
"Maybe it's because Su-a-chan is pretty. Usually, guys talk a lot to pretty girls."
"...."
I complimented her to make her shy, and Su-a-chan, who was truly embarrassed, was just fiddling with the ends of her hair without a word. Seeing that, even though I'm a woman, I had the thought that I wanted to fuck her, and while I was momentarily recalling the pseudo-3P we did last time, vrrr-vrrr—Su-a-chan's phone vibrated, so my gaze went there.
"Who is it? Seo Woojin?"
"...Ah, yeah."
Well, there's no one else who would contact Su-a besides him. I wonder if it's okay to peek. I'm curious if she's still acting like a good girl in front of him... Was it effective that I leaned my body, standing on tiptoe cutely? Su-a-chan, who was putting back on the gym jersey she had pulled down to her elbows, tilted her phone slightly to show me the screen. I wonder if it's okay to reveal her private life so easily... but... what does it matter. Since close friends do this. Hmm hmm.
"...."
But that didn't mean I wanted to see the message asking to meet separately during lunch... asking to have sex somewhere during lunch. It wasn't exactly that.