The First Masturbation (3)
Fortunately, Seo Woojin stepped aside without saying much. At most, he added a few business-like remarks—asking if three minutes was really enough, or telling me to keep my voice down as much as possible since he’d be waiting just outside the door. Honestly, I hadn't expected him to draw such a clear line. I thought that even if he didn't go as far as to force himself on me, I’d at least be on the receiving end of that typical, gross male gaze. The kind of look Yoo Siwoo gives me whenever he’s around.
Even if he had decided to change his attitude and hold my weaknesses over my head, I wouldn't have been able to growl or bare my teeth at him. I would have had no choice but to blame my own stupid body, which had surrendered so completely to its own lust. "Ugh..." Saying it like that makes it sound like I wanted his attention, which is frustrating, but that’s absolutely not what I meant. I just wanted to say that Seo Woojin’s dry, indifferent reaction was surprising. Since Yoo Siwoo is so obsessive these days, I don't really have to worry about any other men, but before him, there were so many guys constantly trying to talk to me. It was like that back at the hideout, and it was like that when I first entered the Academy as a freshman...
So, if the guys from back then had been acting as the infirmary teacher...
...I wouldn't have come here. Yeah. I’d probably be holed up in the corner stall of a bathroom right now, masturbating. With my mouth clamped shut so no sound could leak out. "...Nngh..."
Inside the silent infirmary, where I was left all alone, I stared at the firmly closed door, lost in all sorts of thoughts, and collapsed onto the bed with a small moan. Trying to think logically in this stupid, aroused state would clearly just look pathetic later. So, it would be better to just... empty my head and finish this. As Seo Woojin said, it would be a bit strange if someone came by and found the infirmary locked up. As quickly as possible.
Muttering something that was practically a curse, I shoved my hand under my skirt. "Hick..." Is it because this is my first time showing my panties to myself outside of my own home? Or is it just because my body has become incredibly sensitive due to being in heat? I hadn't even pulled my panties down yet; I had only slipped one thumb between my pelvis and the fabric, and already a strange sound leaked out from between my lips. ...Well, if there’s one saving grace, it’s that I swallowed the sound just before it could fully escape, so Seo Woojin, standing outside the door, shouldn't have heard it.
Biting my lip in embarrassment, I turned my head to the side as if someone were watching me, and carefully pulled down my panties. "Hnnng, ugh..." The moment the panties, which I was pulling down with my own hand, reached their limit, the part that had been damply pressed against my vulva fell away silently, leaving only a cold sensation behind. ...It seems my vulva, having gotten wet on its own, had left a stain on the fabric. Even though there’s no chance of anyone else seeing my panties, I’ll have to be more careful than usual. I don't have a spare pair to change into right now.
"...Seriously..., so, annoying..."
Now, all I had to do was rub my clitoris with my fingers, and it would be over. But I was still a little scared of that, so I dragged my fingers down to the vaginal opening, which had been less stimulated. I had about three minutes. I didn't need to reach a climax in one second. I needed time to prepare my heart, time to cover my mouth with the back of my hand and stifle my moans. So, instead of my clitoris, I used my fingertips to lightly... press against the already soaked vaginal opening.
"......?"
...Strangely enough. I didn't feel even a fraction of the electric pleasure I had felt yesterday. At most, it was just a ticklish, pleasant feeling, similar to what I’d felt when I pulled my panties down. "...What...?" The only things that had changed were the location and the time... aside from that, nothing. Really, nothing. And yet.
...What is this?
So that Gumiho was her.
When was it? I had heard some rumors from Kwon Namho about how the "Most Wanted" had bought a Gumiho from some orphanage for billions of won, but I’d never seen one in person, so how would I know? How are you supposed to recognize one when you don't even know if they’re a man or a woman? It’s not like they walk around with a sign saying, "I am a Gumiho." Aside from having exceptional looks, there aren't really any hints.
A corner seat on the first floor of the Academy’s main building. I leaned against the infirmary door, rubbing my eyelids to soothe my fatigue, and pulled out my phone. I wasn't particularly interested in the fact that Baek Seoyeon was masturbating on the other side of this door due to some "racial trait"... and since I’d been focusing my attention solely on Lee Hayoon and Lee Jiyoon lately, I wanted to invest some time in Han Su-a as well. Of course, in as lewd a way as possible.
For reference, the evaluations of Han Su-a I’d gathered while "treating" the first-year students today were as follows:
1. Who is that?
2. She hangs out with a Japanese girl named Yozora.
3. Oh, the one with the huge breasts and the fierce look.
Even if the proportions were similar, the first answer was the most common, so it was obvious what Han Su-a’s life at the Academy looked like. It was the kind of life where, on a form asking you to list your closest friends, you could only write Yozora’s name and, at best, mine. She seemed to want to make friends, but from my perspective, this was convenient. I’d been drilling slightly twisted common sense into her and Yozora all this time, so if she were around normal people, she’d occasionally feel a sense of incongruity. Like, "Oh, so you don't suck your friend's dick just because you're close." That kind of thing. So, rather than staying apart, I wanted to spend as much time as possible with the two of them. I’m not stupid enough to blindly trust Yozora, who was likely by her side right now.
Anyway, I wondered if she’d seen the KakaoTalk message I sent earlier asking to meet during lunch. I confirmed there were no new notifications, and just as I was about to check if she’d even read it, I heard a voice.
"What’s wrong? Why are you standing out here instead of inside?"
"...Ah."
A female teacher passing by approached with a bright, beaming smile. I clicked my tongue internally, turned off my screen, and shoved my phone back into my white coat pocket. Just because I find the attention directed at me unpleasant doesn't mean I can openly express it.
"It’s nothing, a student is just sleeping inside."
"Eh? Since when do you kick the infirmary teacher out?"
"No, no. I came out on my own. I didn't want to disturb her."
"Hmm... It’s a bit suspicious that a student would be sleeping after getting treated by you, Woojin... Are they skipping class?"
"I can only treat injuries, I can't completely wash away fatigue. Though it does help a little... if the effect were that strong, I wouldn't be here; I’d be attached to the side of some conglomerate CEO."
"Aha..."
Her rank is currently A. Age, maybe 27? Anyway, late twenties. A graduate of Miren Academy. I don't know her name. I’d seen her face often enough to memorize it, but I didn't want to be close enough to even learn her name. If she had been as beautiful as the women I was interested in, I might have felt differently, but I had no intention of memorizing the names of women who didn't meet my standards. I’ve been that way until now, and I will be for the future.
"So, are you just resting here while she sleeps inside?"
"I... suppose so? It can't be helped."
"Hmm... Then why don't you talk to me for a bit? I don't have anything to do until lunch anyway. Hehe."
A teacher. And for teachers of opposite genders to be chatting happily, it’s easy for strange rumors to circulate among the mischievous students and teachers. She must know that, so the fact that she’s clinging to me like this means she has "that kind" of intention. I looked down at her beaming expression, let out a light sigh, and stepped half a step to the side. Spreading rumors is a childish game that most people outgrow before they finish middle school, but there’s always at least one childish person around. If strange rumors were to spread, I’d have to be careful about my future movements. I wouldn't mind a rumor involving Lee Hayoon, but with anyone else, it’s a nuisance.
"I’m sorry. I’m not the type to be good at conversation, so I’m afraid you’d find it boring."
"Not at all! Then I’ll do the talking, and you can just listen."
"...Ah, right."
"Hehe. Then let’s see... for ice-breaking..."
She started spouting words on her own, perhaps as a test of wills, completely failing to pick up on my subtext. As I matched her gaze and glanced around, I saw, just as I’d feared, that some students passing through the main building were looking our way. ...What should I do? Is there a way to get rid of this woman without telling her to shut up and get lost because she’s annoying...?
"...Excuse me."
"...?"
It was just as I was pondering that. The door I was leaning against opened with a click, causing me to stumble back slightly. Fortunately, I didn't fall in an unseemly way. I was fairly confident in my sense of balance. At the same time, I looked back to see Baek Seoyeon, her ear tips flushed red, peeking at me through the gap in the door. Unlike her usual self, who was always posturing and talking big, perhaps it was because she was in heat that she couldn't even manage her expressions. Unlike the first impression I had of her being stupid, the atmosphere around her now was quite damp. Especially those thighs of hers, which were twitching restlessly. ...Now that I look, she didn't even put her shoes on properly before walking all the way here. Did she have something urgent to tell me?
"...Oh..., ah, hello..."
"Oh~ So the student who was sick was Seoyeon?"
"......Yes."
We hadn't coordinated this, but Baek Seoyeon seemed to catch on, nodding and narrowing the gap in the door a little more. I wondered if there was something wrong with her clothes, aside from the shoes. Without thinking, I let my gaze drift upward, but there was nothing particularly noticeable. Her shirt was a little wrinkled, but that was all. Relieved, I turned my head, and right on cue, the elbow of my white coat was tugged, once, twice. It was Baek Seoyeon’s fingers, poking through the gap and pinching the fabric.
"...Teacher."
"...Me?"
"Yes. Infirmary teacher... Um, don't stay out there, just come inside for a moment..."
"Is there a problem?"
"...That is..."
"...?"
"...I keep having a fever..."
"..."
I heard a half-fake, "Oh my, what should we do?" of concern from the side. But my attention wasn't on that; it was fixed on Baek Seoyeon, who was staring at me blankly. That line about having a fever. The female teacher next to me and I were bound to interpret it in completely different ways.