Chapter 30
Chapter 30
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 30
Chapter Title: Arbitrariness
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6. Arbitrariness
30
I’m a pervert.
I’m a total fucking pervert.
I’m, like, a real fucking pervert ahhhhh…!
"Haa…! Ha…!"
Inside the academy gym’s shower room.
Lee Ha-yoon, having screamed her lungs out, clung to the faucet, panting for breath.
She’d been slammed into relentlessly on all fours like a dog, yet she felt so good she couldn’t say a word.
Even as Seo Woo-jin grabbed her hair arrogantly from behind and yanked, she didn’t snap at him to cut it out—instead, she obediently tilted her head back and let their kiss drag on forever.
There had to be a condom on, right?
That raw-dogging bit was clearly just a lie to toy with her.
But it felt so real, like she was actually getting bred, that she’d hurriedly shoved Seo Woo-jin’s body away.
Then, right as he was about to cum, Seo Woo-jin wordlessly pinned her head to the pillow and pounded into her like a beast.
She matched his announcement with the perfect timing, clenching down to the root as he filled the condom to bursting.
All she could do was stick her ass up high and cum over and over.
Her thighs trembled violently beneath her. Dripping arousal down below.
Twitch. Twitch.
Putting together what just happened…
What big sister act? She’d fucked like a total pervert…
"Ughhh…!"
Why the hell did she do that?
Last night, she’d only let herself get dragged along, so today she’d sworn to take the lead like a proper big sister.
But the more she thought back, the more today seemed even messier than yesterday.
This ruined her whole plan completely.
No, not just ruined—it was like shooting herself in the foot.
How was she supposed to face Seo Woo-jin now…?
Forget eye contact—even casual chit-chat seemed impossible.
Should she bolt back to the nurse’s office right now and add, “I was just going along with you”…?
Ha-yoon finished rinsing off roughly and twisted the faucet shut with a complicated sigh.
The water stream, dodging her hair, cut off in an instant.
"……."
…Still.
It felt…
pretty damn good…
Hmm.
Honestly speaking.
When I watch porn, if the guy’s dick is small… I skip it.
Even lying in bed searching shady sites on my phone, I always tag “male: big penis.”
…I’m a girl. It’s normal to have fantasies about huge cocks, right?
Just like guys obsess over F-cups or G-cups.
How can you scroll past 9-inch, 10-inch monsters?
Wondering how deep they go.
What face the girl makes taking it.
Everyone—men, women, young, old—gets curious out of a hundred.
That’s all I jerked off to, searching for those videos.
Yeah. Just that.
Big penis only.
I wasn’t into rape tags or whatever else came with them.
So getting forced like just now…
wasn’t my thing.
Guys searching for big tits don’t all want to slobber over saggy udders in a nursing play, right?
But the sex just now…
…….
….
…Never mind. Stop thinking like this.
Makes me wanna punch the innocent wall again.
"Haa…."
Anyway.
Losing control again today was probably because she still wasn’t used to Seo Woo-jin’s cock.
Once she got accustomed to it someday, she’d get to see him desperately crying “Ha-yoon noona, Ha-yoon noona” while clinging to her…!
"……."
Of course, that’d take a ton of sex…
Until then, she’d be pounded senseless again, splat… splat…
……Wait.
I-is he gonna make me call him “oppa” again…?
Hmm…
If Woo-jin wants to hear it that bad, maybe once…
…No.
Oppa my ass.
No way in hell.
It’d mean I don’t look like a noona to him!
Or my big-sister charm’s lacking…
‘…Come to think of it.’
Big-sister charm.
Yeah, that hit home.
A few days ago, swooping in cool on that rainy day to save Woo-jin? Total big-sis moment.
Stealing a secret kiss from Ji-yoon in the bathroom after drinking…
Thinking maybe just let him grope her tits at his place, but ending up fucking…
Everything after was miles from “big-sis vibes.”
"……."
Big-sis vibes.
Big-sis vibes, huh.
Ha-yoon paused her plotting to check the time on her phone and stepped out of the shower room.
I knew it.
Maybe it was just from staying up all night?
Lee Ji-yoon reached that conclusion with a sigh, sprawled lazily on her bed watching YouTube.
—the shots apparently okay, Baron tucked into the vent behind smoke….
"……."
Gunfire blared noisily.
A hiss of smoke grenades followed,
and pro-level aim that defied logic drilled through the enemy’s head.
…Her throbbing headache had worsened a bit since falling asleep.
Why was her head starting to hurt again?
Ji-yoon pondered the cause in her half-dazed state.
The game?
Electromagnetic waves or something?
Nah, probably not.
Others might get headaches at the PC, but not her.
Even groaning all day from the pain, gaming or music made it better.
Unlike old folks dizzy from screens, gaming was Ji-yoon’s painkiller at twenty.
Next up: diet.
Breakfast: tofu stew from unnie.
Lunch: skipped ’cause no appetite, but boiled ramen fearing unnie’s nagging.
Too normal to pinpoint.
Not diet then.
What the hell was it?
Ji-yoon pressed her forehead and queued the next video.
More gunfire-heavy footage.
…Time slipped by fruitlessly.
"Hmm…."
Surely Seo Woo-jin didn’t botch the treatment.
Just an incurable headache then?
…Doesn’t that feel off?
Has “incurable” ever applied to a Healing-type Transcendent?
Dunno.
…Still, whatever.
Unnie and Seo Woo-jin.
Seem like they’re dating behind my back.
Ask nicely, maybe snag another free heal…
—Beep beep beep beep
The door lock chimed faster than usual from beyond the door.
Only one person it could be.
Said she was heading straight to work yesterday, didn’t even come home—guess no date today.
"Back?"
Ji-yoon tossed her phone on the bed and went to greet unnie.
Usually just yelled from her room, but today she opened the door and stepped out.
Simple reason.
Not ’cause no game,
but wondering if unnie sneaked Seo Woo-jin home.
"What brings you out? You’re always holed up."
"…Just?"
But nope, overthinking.
No guy.
Just unnie in her usual pristine white blouse over uniform, holding a convenience store bag.
Makes sense—first relationship, probably just hand-holding stage.
Bringing a guy home already? Pervert vibes.
"Ahem, uh… what’s that?"
"Huh? This?"
Maybe the loving “welcome back” felt fresh after so long.
In the awkward air, Ji-yoon scratched her cheek and pointed at the bag.
Probably dinner ingredients, but good convo starter.
"Ta-da. Vienna sausages."
"Oh…."
See? Dinner side.
Ha-yoon rustled out the neatly packed sausages.
Ji-yoon peered into the bag beside her.
Nearly gone eggs.
Rare bacon,
Hated broccoli and roasted seaweed…
Pork…
…Pork?
Butcher shop? When?
For grilling? Stew?
Whatever.
Dinner looks promising.
Ji-yoon grinned.
"……?"
Then backed away hesitantly from unnie.
"…Unnie."
"Yeah?"
"Let’s wash up. First."
"…H-huh?"
"You smell kinda… today."
"Ah, uh, y-yeah."
"Didn’t shower? …Or soaked into clothes? Sniff sniff…"
"S-stop sniffing… I’ll wash…"
"Stop stinking of booze and fuck off."
"This time… around five hundred…? Namho, you…?"
"I said no bet, how many fucking times? Listen for once."
"Did I…?~"
"You bitch… How much’d you drink today?"
"Moju… one big glass…~"
"Looking at you, three bottles at least, bullshit… Haa…."
Sip—inhale, and the ashen cigarette tip crumbled into the ashtray.
Why’s this psycho bitch always wanna gamble here?
Some of us tied up loose ends last night and are dead tired.
"What’re you betting, you raging bitch? Drank with Woo-jin and it didn’t work."
"That’s that~… Today might be different~…"
"Cut the crap and leave. It’s ’cause of Hibiki. Can’t buy it even with money."
"Ehh… Think I’m begging for booze…?"
Yet her sticky red gaze lingered on the booze bottles stored inside the office.
Finally dragged a life-ruiner criminal from Japan, but instead of infamy, she just guzzles daily…
Too annoying to deal with.
‘Company’ boss Kwon Nam-ho stubbed out his half-smoked cig and sank deep into the sofa.
Frankly, Seo Woo-jin returning? Near zero chance.
“Gonna live right” is obvious bullshit.
Duh. Jumped ship for better pay.
Hero errand boy or bigger Villain alliance? Who knows.
Either way, can’t touch him first now.
If hero side: piss off a top Korean high-ranker instantly.
If bigger Villain group: no reason to come to our lagging asses unless we crush them.
Frustrating all around.
Not unprepared for this, but…
No loyalty. No bonds.
Drinks with the guy and still ghosts? Not even a womanizer.
Fuck it.
Kwon Nam-ho sighed heavily.
"Hey. Yojora."
"Yeah…?"
"Quit fucking around and go do some work. XJ Pharma youngest son’s commission—kill exactly three, no more no less…"
As Kwon Nam-ho pulled out another cig,
Looking up while fumbling for the lighter: empty office.