Chapter 70
Chapter 70
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 70
Chapter Title: 14. Taming Han Su-ah (4)
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"Come in."
At this early hour, it had to be a student dropping by. Not someone hurt during class.
Probably the same type as the cold patient I'd treated yesterday.
She must've agonized over whether it was okay to bother me for something so minor, but rumors had spread that I even cured colds, so here she was, hesitantly showing up.
Of course, illnesses like that were a bit more hassle to treat than obvious wounds...
Anyway.
I'd prefer a surly guy over some stunningly pretty girl who might catch my eye too much.
As I mulled this over with a friendly smile plastered on my face,
"Hello!"
"...?"
Yojora, dressed in her academy uniform, bounced into the infirmary with a bubbly greeting that didn't suit her at all.
"...Ah, hello..."
What the hell had happened?
She'd dragged Han Su-ah along—her knee scraped up from some early morning mishap.
Q. What the hell are you doing?
A. What.
Q. 'Hello'? What's with the act that doesn't suit you?
A. Can't you see? I'm working. Work.
Q. That's the total opposite of your usual personality. Not embarrassed?
A. Shut your trap.
Quick glances flew back and forth, loaded with that exact sentiment.
Of course, I got it.
From what I'd seen since orientation, her plan started with cozying up to Han Su-ah.
Maybe it was because I'd only known a Yojora whose speech slurred from booze over the past ten years.
Or maybe I'd grown too fond of her rough edges.
Seeing her desperately play-acting bright made my mouth itch to tease her.
Naturally, I didn't say a word out loud.
It felt like spotting my sister—who lounged around home in just a tank top like some monster—on the street all dolled up with flashy clothes and full makeup for Friday night...
Whatever. This was a short chance to chat with Han Su-ah.
Plus, a chance to touch her body.
And learn her tastes.
My fake-friendly smile turned a tad more genuine.
Given the circumstances, it looked like she'd slipped on some snow on the way to school. Yojora wasn't scheming for praise from me over it.
Still, good girl. I'd have to reward her next chance I got.
A vague threat about spreading photos, and instead of fixing it, she'd wag her tail and jump for joy.
"Does it hurt? Looks pretty nasty."
"I-It stings a little... but I can bear it."
"There was a ton of snow piled up out front. Must've stepped in that. Or slipped on some ice."
"Y-Yeah..."
As we exchanged mundane words, Han Su-ah shuffled over hesitantly, sat down, and hiked up her uniform skirt to extend her leg, clutching the hem tightly.
Hard to tell from photos, but up close like this, her legs weren't bony thin—they had just the right amount of soft flesh. Nice.
A bit more toned than Lee Ji-yoon's from that thigh job, exactly like Lee Ha-yoon's type.
Made sense; both used physical abilities, so similar builds.
I preferred this over pure skinniness. Right up my alley.
...But one thing nagging at me amid all this.
"Knee aside, anywhere else hurt? If you fell on the road, your palms probably got scraped too."
"Ah, yeah. My palm... you're right..."
Han Su-ah.
Did she usually stutter this badly?
"Mind showing me your palm first? Treating the leg right away might be awkward."
"...Y-Yeah."
I grabbed her slightly extended right hand, pretending to treat as I gently prodded the wound, recalling the profile I'd compiled.
The Han Su-ah I'd researched acted way tougher,
was actually prickly underneath,
and couldn't shake her chaebol pride.
But the one in front of me now? Nothing like that.
No toughness,
no prickliness,
no pride.
She just seemed to struggle with basic conversation.
Weird.
Why did she differ from the interview-based profile?
Dismissing it as 'interview acting' didn't explain the prickly core I'd sensed beyond the facade.
...Just Yojora being here change her this much?
People adapt to surroundings, sure, but this felt off no matter how I sliced it.
They'd only hung out two days tops.
So why...?
"......"
What happened to her before enrolling here, mid-academy in my past life?
Or did Yojora actually do something?
A few plausible hypotheses rolled around my head.
But just hypotheses.
Maybe my compiled data was full of overinterpretations and crap.
Might as well ask Yojora directly.
I flicked my gaze her way—past fidgety, downcast Han Su-ah to Yojora sprawled shamelessly on the infirmary bed, rolling around.
And shot her one line.
Q. Did you do something to Han Su-ah?
A. ...? What the fuck you talking about.
But Yojora just cocked one eyebrow, like she genuinely didn't get it.
Made sense.
I had ten years' experience deciphering her drunken mumbles, but she didn't.
...No helping it.
I'd gotten some face time with Han Su-ah now, so better to play it cool—treat her and gauge tastes rather than rush.
We were at the same academy; we'd cross paths plenty.
Some useful event would pop up eventually.
"Sting less now?"
"...Y-Yeah..."
Beneath the wound sealing up in seconds.
I gripped Han Su-ah's hand like there was more work, spreading the mana that flowed in through it all over her body.
The result?
"......"
What the hell kind of slut is this girl?
"Hand good now?"
"Yeah..."
"Knee next. Tell me if it feels off."
"O-Okay..."
Ears.
Armpits.
Inner thighs.
Tongue.
Nape.
Toes.
And butt.
Every nook and cranny of her body was basically an erogenous zone with some exaggeration,
yet not a single trace of whoever had groped her everywhere.
Why'd he stare like that just now?
After Han Su-ah's treatment ended.
Heading to Class 1-A together, Yojora recalled Seo Woo-jin's sudden glance mid-treatment.
It felt like he was asking, 'Did you do something to Han Su-ah?'...
Whether real or imagined, all she'd done was one thing.
Client info said she liked romance manga, so she faked liking it too, then slipped in some smut recommendations.
...Thinking it over, yeah, she had pulled some stunt.
Yojora's head nodded as she walked quietly.
Still no clue why he'd ask, or what he meant.
Ah, maybe he thought that scrape was from her bullying Su-ah?
...Idiot.
Would she bring me to the infirmary all buddy-buddy if so? Moron?
Sigh...
"...Huh? Why?"
"Nothing."
Han Su-ah tilted her head at the tiny sigh from beside her.
Yojora flashed a bright smile and kept walking like it was nothing.
Han Su-ah was pure.
Hadn't confirmed how pristine, but pure enough to trip over one naughty word.
So now, just carefully paint that blank canvas black as the night sky, bit by bit.
To spark interest in sex.
Specifically, sex where she's dominated by a man.
Plus, just yesterday she'd blushed at 'why bother with smut,'
yet read it because 'my friend likes it.' Super promising, right?
But still just pervert potential.
Now that she'd confirmed talent, raise her diligently and offer to Seo Woo-jin.
The client would be thrilled—Han Su-ah's life ruined as requested.
Seo Woo-jin would love another outlet for his perv side.
That was enough.
As long as Seo Woo-jin,
as long as Master,
was satisfied.
That was all.
Should drop a thank-you KakaoTalk to Seo Woo-jin first.
'Thanks for not outing me, Master...' but snarkier, sassier.
Ready to get fucked senseless anytime.
Yojora chatted amiably with Han Su-ah as they entered the classroom.
Right behind her seat.
A girl with snow-white hair lay face-down on her desk, earbuds in.
Yojora paid her no mind.
...Looks like Yojora's tastes skew entirely to 19+ romance.
This thought hit Han Su-ah at lunch in the academy cafeteria,
as Yojora rattled off manga recs.
"So that's your recommendation list...?"
"Yep!"
Seemed like her morning 'I read what you mentioned before' sparked this.
Great to get closer, but these recs were getting awkward...
Han Su-ah nibbled her crispy garlic bread and continued.
"...Thanks."
Not sure if she'd read them all,
but hated seeing her first friend pout.
Plus, Yojora was her only friend so far.
They'd teamed up mornings, smashed training bots,
but no new friends because...
Simple.
Her group—assigned by entrance scores—was all guys.
Nothing fancy.
She spent 90% of training in silence, only saying stuff like 'I'll handle this alone' before getting teacher eval and splitting.
If it'd been girls, she'd have chatted...
Guys still overwhelmed her.
Like that health teacher this morning.
"Wanna head up? Gonna nap in class..."
"Sleepy?"
"Yeah. Usually wake at 3 PM... Night schedule's messing me up..."
"Guess I'll take a walk then."
Of course, she knew he was kind enough.
Treated purely, no ulterior motives.
But the issue was,
he had to touch wounds to heal.
Kinda... pervy, right?
Didn't say it, but from his hand on hers, it got awkward.
Her hands had only known parents' and cat paws—first man's touch.
Then, through ripped stockings, her knee.
It was like...
...losing,
her virginity or something.
"......"
Su-ah shook her head, banishing the smoke from her mind.
He just healed. What am I thinking?
You're the real perv for this...
You absolute moron.