Chapter 73
Chapter 73
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 73
Chapter Title: 15. Teach Me (2)
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Truth be told, it wasn't a spot I'd agonized over picking.
1. Not too much foot traffic.
2. A decent place to hide our bodies.
3. Something Yojora would reasonably like.
While mulling over those three conditions, the men's restroom on the second floor of this building just happened to catch my eye.
If I hadn't spotted it and had slipped out of the building instead, we might've ended up in some cheap motel or a quiet alleyway.
No one around, so it was quiet,
well-maintained—or maybe just empty enough to stay spotless,
and a backdrop that the girl about to get her "carrot" would really dig.
On a scale of 100, I'd give it a solid 85.
...Or maybe Yojora would've preferred a filthy restroom.
Hmm...
Whatever.
It's got nothing to do with my tastes.
After about ten minutes of scouting, I decided it was good enough and claimed a spot in the farthest stall inside.
I set down the bag from the comics I'd just bought next to the toilet, and the rustling sound easily drowned out the classical music playing in the restroom.
The classical stuff would cover up random noises, sure, but I figured I should still keep sounds to a minimum.
Sex in a place like this isn't about the thrill of getting caught—it's about teetering right on the edge without actually being discovered.
I could just handle the volume control myself.
With a small exhale, I pulled out my phone from my pocket and shot Yojora a text.
Saying I was waiting in the men's restroom on the second floor of the building she was at right now.
And that I'd let her know if anyone was inside before she came in, so she should text me from the door.
The "1" next to the message vanished in less than three seconds.
No one around.
No trendy, hard-to-read pictograms popping up like some new epidemic—instead, just clear men’s and women’s restroom signs.
And no other shops nearby that could cause confusion, either.
The closest café was about seven steps away.
Unless Yojora had flown off, her scent should've lingered all the way over there.
Han Su-ah's gaze shifted from the quiet café back to the restroom.
...Yojora.
She's definitely in there.
"......"
But...
The restrooms were right next to each other.
Maybe Yojora had gone into the women's properly, and I'd gotten mixed up?
Somehow defending Yojora without thinking, Han Su-ah slipped into the women's restroom to check.
And promptly came right back out.
Honestly, she'd half-expected it from outside,
since she hadn't sensed a single sign of life.
Trouble.
Embarrassment.
Her face twisting into some subtle mix of the two, Han Su-ah's eyes turned to the men's restroom door.
There was definitely a presence inside.
And the source was probably Yojora and...
The man she called "Master."
The explicit sex scenes from that comic Yojora had recommended—the one she'd read to the end—clouded her mind.
Were they doing the exact same things in there right now?
Shoving that weird-shaped thing deep into a woman's body over and over,
leaving handprints on pale white asses...
...Except it was way too quiet inside for that.
It wasn't like the place had top-notch soundproofing.
So what were they doing in there?
Han Su-ah's faint imagination conjured up a pretty plausible scene.
Quietly.
So no one would catch them—having sex as silently as possible.
Not rough like in the comics,
but secretive.
"Haa..."
Honestly, she could just turn around and leave, and that'd be that.
Whatever was going down inside was all part of Yojora's private life.
She was probably embarrassed about it herself.
If she weren't, she wouldn't hide it so obsessively.
Lingering around and bumping into her would just make things worse, right?
The one friend she'd finally made might drop back to zero...
"That Sung Jin-guk guy..."
Time to shut down this dangerous curiosity.
To protect her friend count, Han Su-ah stifled her curiosity and quietly backed away from the restroom.
"......"
She tried to.
On her way to the escalator,
she'd sniffed around a bit just in case someone was nearby, to make some noise on their behalf,
but before that, she belatedly noticed something under the thick layer of Yojora's fresh scent:
The health teacher's scent,
faintly,
laid down the same path.
No traces of either of them heading downstairs.
She was going to,
but Han Su-ah veered her path slightly.
Instead of the restroom, she headed straight to that quiet café she'd eyed earlier.
...Curiosity.
...It had grown a little more.
"...You trash bastard."
The first words out of Yojora's mouth as she grimaced like she'd seen something repulsive.
Should I fire back that she's a "perverted bitch who provokes guys on purpose just to get raped"?
I wonder how her face—busy with all that acting—would change.
Entertaining myself with idle thoughts, I flashed Yojora a grin.
All I got back was pure disgust and contempt.
She looked ready to spit right in my face,
seething with loathing.
"Keep it down. It's not totally empty out there."
"...Shut up, you retard."
"Watch your mouth. You don't know when I might change my mind."
"......"
With that, I tugged down the zipper on her hoodie she'd zipped all the way up.
Her massive tits forced my wrist into an awkward bend,
zzzip,
down to the undersides of her breasts.
The body that looked almost D-cup under the hoodie
lost its gentle curves and hollowed out.
"...Let go. I can undress myself."
"Next time. Right now, I'm undressing you myself."
"You perverted freak... I fucking hate you..."
I spread open the black hoodie I'd unzipped.
Revealed underneath: her school tie straining over those tits,
and a bit lower,
a sight so tempting I wanted to bury my nose in it and inhale deep.
My eyes locked right on.
...She was already insanely hot, but now that slutty shadow only a prime female could cast was right in front of me,
blood had no choice but to rush straight down below.
Right then, a mocking giggle.
I looked up to meet Yojora's red eyes, smirking snidely.
"...You like it, freak."
"Hell yeah. Thanks to saving all those pics of you, I get to see this."
"...Just a lump of fat... Ugh..."
"Shut up for a sec. You're ruining the view."
"No thanks? Gonna make a racket instead? You rapist pi—"
"I. Said. Shut up."
"......"
"...Good girl."
I grabbed her school tie like reins and yanked,
pulling the off-balance Yojora tight into my arms, burying my face in her tits.
...Crazy bitch. For real.
I used to think she was just a loud drunk with uselessly huge jugs,
not a bratty pervert who got off on that...
The soft, lacy bra texture through her smooth uniform shirt.
Her sweet body scent wafting between her breasts.
Fuck, fuck—while etching every whisper of her quiet curses into my brain,
over her uniform shirt,
over her bra,
I chomped down,
squeezing those fat tits vulgarly like milking them,
and shoved them between my lips.
...All my tongue would taste was uniform shirt anyway,
"Wh-what the hell...!"
"Phew... You're the one who's gross. Wouldn't wanna get my spit on your clothes and piss you off?"
But my ears could savor that cute shock from Yojora I hadn't heard in ten years.
"...You insane dog pervert."
"That's you. Walking around with a guy's spit on your uniform shirt like a lunatic."
"You did it!!"
"Voice down. They'll hear outside."
"...Fuck, seriously... Can't even talk to you... Not like I'm talking to a wall or anything..."
"How about biting down on your tie now? Gonna unbutton you."
"......"
"Come on."
"......"
"Do it quick or I'll call someone... Yeah."
Too stubborn to obey nicely, she lifted her tie with her hand instead of her mouth.
I forced the middle of it between her teeth, then undid the surprisingly neat buttons on her uniform one by one, below the dangling tie ends.
...How suffocating had it been locked up like that?
Every button I popped sent the sides snapping open hard, making my dick twitch in my pants nonstop.
"Uniform too small? Must be tight."
"...Pha... Yeah. Tight."
"Then why wear such a small one?"
"No bigger size, so I wear this...! Brain too thick to figure that out, blockhead...?"
The tie dropped with a clunk as she opened her mouth.
Ignoring her deliberate provocations and thrashing—probably to rile me up—I undid the rest of the buttons.
Neatness.
Modesty.
Purity.
Demureness.
A uniform made for words like those.
Vulgarity.
One word summed up her tits,
and lewdness.
One word for her snow-white bra.
With those revealed, I hooked a finger into the clasp floating slightly in her cleavage and yanked it up hard over her tits.
...Not fully taking it off felt hotter, all tangled up with that black tie.
And the view right in front of me?
Pretty damn satisfying.
"Yojora."
"...What."
"Wanna fuck?"
"......"
Yojora paused mid-lift as she tried to stuff the tie back in her mouth.
Her mouth said no,
gross,
don't,
get lost,
always bitching like that nonstop,
but that broken reaction when I plunged in without warning?
That's what made teasing her so fun.
"Answer me. Wanna fuck?"
"......Wh-why ask me something like that, you pervert freak..."
Even sitting awkwardly straddled on my thigh,
knowing full well my dick was rock-hard in my pants,
acting all this out because she wanted me to rape her,
she seriously didn't get why I was asking?
No way.
She just couldn't bring herself to be honest,
so she was scratching at me cutely instead.
That was her kink.
Threatened by a trash guy like me.
Wanting to get raped.
A brief chuckle escaped me.
I yanked her tie like before,
then grabbed the hair of Yojora as she toppled forward, forehead smacking into my chest, and pulled her head back.
"Mmph...! Mmph...? Pha..."
...In the restroom where sounds echoed dully.
In the restroom with soft classical music playing.
In the restroom jolting faintly now and then,
at some point.
"Go piss next to the wall or something! Why're you dropping trou right here?"
"It's small, so."
"Your mom."
Two nameless guys had come in, their footsteps thudding along.
If it were just ragged breathing like they were jacking off to porn in hiding, fine,
but slamming Yojora against the door and pounding away wildly, sloppily?
I couldn't make those sounds.
Not yet.