The Practical Lesson
...So this is what it feels like to wear someone else's underwear. Among the countless emotions that are hard to even name, it feels like nothing but pure, unadulterated shame has been inflated to its limit. It’s even worse because the size doesn't quite fit my body. At least the pants I borrowed—stretchy, comfortable gray joggers—are fine, but the panties... they’re, um... they’re digging into my butt a little... and I keep having to reach back and adjust them...
"……."
Forget it. That’s not what’s important right now. What’s important is that I, a grown woman, ended up trembling and climaxing in front of Seo Woojin and Yozora just because my ears were touched a little. How are they going to look at me now? They’ll obviously see me as some kind of pervert who soaked her leggings at a friend’s house, right? It’s going to be hard to talk to them naturally like before...
Aaaaaah... I just want to die. I wish I could just erase everything that happened today and go back a day—no, even just half a day would be enough... Mom...
"Ughhh..."
Alone in the bedroom without the two of them, I had been kicking Yozora’s blanket with all my might, but that wasn't enough to satisfy my frustration, so I started rolling around on the bed, wrapped up in the duvet. But even trying to forget it by force, every time I heard the low, rhythmic hum of the washing machine running in the distance, the memory of what just happened came rushing back, making it hard to breathe.
Haaaa... How did I end up showing my lion ears and tail, and how did I let Yozora touch them until I climaxed so many times...
...Wait a minute.
While I was rolling around on the bed, drowning in shame, a spark of realization flashed through my mind. I sat up straight, wiggling into a proper sitting position. As I retraced the events one by one...
Something is wrong. It’s not that strange that I received "paizuri training" from Yozora to help me make friends, but the fact that I instinctively revealed my ears and tail just from smelling Seo Woojin’s semen... and then Yozora suddenly coming over and touching my ears until I climaxed over and over again. The more I think about it, the more suspicious it is.
...Right. Now that I think about it, Yozora said something when she was touching my ears. Something along the lines of, "I guess all Mutant-types are the same." Does that mean Yozora would react the same way if someone touched her succubus horns and tail? And even if that were true, what about the fact that she kept touching me until my panties were soaked, even though I was standing my tail up stiffly?
...Is she a lesbian? No, no, she has a boyfriend, so that shouldn't be it...?
"……."
What on earth is going on? Did she just get too drunk and lose control, touching me way too much? I briefly thought of the classic excuse I see on the news all the time: "I was drunk."
Knock, knock.
There was a knock at the door.
"...Who is it...?"
"...Ah, are you feeling okay?"
The gentle voice that asked was a man’s voice, one I’d become more accustomed to than my own father’s. It was Seo Woojin.
...Thinking about it, it had to be either him or Yozora, so asking who it was might have been a bit weird...
Embarrassed, I clutched the blanket tightly and continued.
"I, I'm okay now..."
"Then, can I come in for a second?"
"...Yeah."
After a second of hesitation, I let him in. The tightly shut door opened halfway, and Seo Woojin stepped inside. ...He looks bigger than usual for some reason. Is it because I was kneeling between his legs earlier...? Regardless, I’d already had the experience of letting him into the bedroom before, so it wasn't particularly awkward. Besides, this is Yozora’s room, so there’s nothing to be ashamed of if we get caught, right? ...Of course, I couldn't help but feel my ears and cheeks burning hot because of what just happened.
"This was in Yozora’s fridge. Do you want some?"
"...What is it?"
"Orange juice. I don't know much about brands, but I heard it’s supposed to be pretty expensive."
"...Give it to me. I'll drink it."
I realized it after I said it, but "Give it to me" might have sounded a bit blunt. Next time, I should say "Please"... no, wait. That would be using formal language... Hmm. Since he’s the infirmary teacher, maybe using that level of formality sometimes... wouldn't be a problem.
"...Hey, where’s Yozora? You left her somewhere and came alone?"
"She’s passed out. On the sofa over there. Can you see her?"
"Wait... Ah, I see her."
When I asked before drinking the juice he handed me, Seo Woojin opened the door he was about to close just a little bit more. I wiggled my way over and tilted my head, and I could see Yozora sprawled out on the sofa with her feet resting on the armrest. Seeing her chest rising and falling rhythmically with every breath, and her arms hanging comfortably toward the floor instead of across her stomach, she really must have fallen asleep. Well, she did look exhausted in front of the washing machine earlier. ...Well, that’s that, but she did that to me and now she’s sleeping so peacefully... I’m a little annoyed...
"Umm... Hey."
"...Yeah?"
"...Are you okay? About earlier... the ears. Yozora touching them without permission."
Did he read my mind? Or was my annoyance written all over my face? Seo Woojin, sitting comfortably on the edge of the bed, showed a hint of apology on Yozora’s behalf. Instead of mentioning it directly, he shifted the subject just enough so I’d know exactly what he meant.
"...I don't really care."
Watching this, I couldn't understand why Yozora called Seo Woojin "Master." Shouldn't it be the other way around? The role of the selfish master seems to fit a drunk Yozora perfectly. She was just a tyrant. A tyrant who kept kneading my ears even when I told her to stop. How did it end up being the opposite? Is there a story I don't know yet...? Hmm...
"...Instead, forget it. Forget it somehow. Everything you saw earlier."
"I'll try."
"If you don't forget, I’m going to hit you on the head until you do..."
"...Coming from you, that sounds like you’re saying you’ll kill me."
"You can heal yourself anyway. Wounds and stuff."
"So you mean you’ll hit me just enough so I don't die?"
"...If necessary."
I know. I know how impossible my request is. If I were in his shoes, I wouldn't be able to forget the scene of Seo Woojin pressing down on Yozora’s head and ejaculating into her mouth for the rest of my life... And he must feel the same way, having seen me—ears and tail out—panting in my leggings and soaking the floor. Haa... Yeah... I’m actually a sprinkler that sprays fluids just by having the animal ears on my head touched... I think it’d be the same if my tail were touched, too... though I don't really want to experiment with that...
After scolding myself in my heart, I carefully sipped the orange juice Seo Woojin had handed me.
"……?"
...He said it was expensive orange juice, so I had high expectations, but it wasn't particularly delicious. The aftertaste was the problem. It tasted like sweet orange juice, but then there was a slightly chemical taste at the end. I feel like any orange juice I picked up at a supermarket would taste like this... Anyway, it doesn't seem worth the money. Maybe Woojin is mistaken, or maybe I just don't have a refined palate for orange juice. Well, as long as it tastes okay, it doesn't really matter.
Watching Seo Woojin smile at me, I took a few more sips of the juice. ...As I kept drinking, the subtlety of that aftertaste started to feel kind of charming.
"Right. Let’s just pretend nothing happened here today. Looking at Yozora, she’s probably going to have a blackout, too."
"...Just don't go around telling anyone..."
Seo Woojin gave me a refreshing smile, saying he didn't plan on committing suicide yet. As I watched his face, I gulped down the orange juice. Seo Woojin, who had been staring blankly at the cup I was holding, let out a small "Ah," as if he’d just remembered something.
"Then should I try drinking a lot of alcohol like Yozora? I might have a blackout, too."
"...Is that as easy as it sounds?"
I couldn't help but laugh at how absurd his comment was.
"Well. It might be a bit difficult... but I’d rather do that than get hit on the head by you."
"...I, I didn't really mean I’d hit you...? It was just a joke I made after thinking about it..."
"I know. You’re the one who asked for help practicing how to make friends; you wouldn't hit a friend, dummy."
"……."
"Well... if you used that method, you could easily hook a few guys who like being hit by women."
"I, I don't plan on making friends that way!"
I pretended to be angry and threw some soft punches at Seo Woojin, who was sitting next to me, but honestly, I felt a bit uncomfortable inside. Making friends. To put it coldly, it’s just a way to secretly add more weight to the side of the scale where Hanseol Group sits when you guys eventually compare Hanseol Group with other groups. It’s a device to plant a familiar image in your heads. It’s a choice I was forced to make by my parents to help the group, even though I’m not good at studying. If that reason didn't exist, I probably would have spent my whole life rolling around reading manga. Personally, I don't think I’d have any trouble living without a single friend.
That’s why I felt a strange sense of guilt and discomfort whenever he looked at me with such pure eyes. But just now. Specifically, about three seconds ago, my thoughts changed slightly.
"I saw there was a lot of alcohol left earlier. I guess I should try drinking just three bottles of soju."
"...Ta, take me with you..."
"With you? Are you going to drink, too?"
"No. I, I’m going to drink juice... I’ve never tried alcohol before..."
"Sure, whatever... Ah, give me your cup. I’ll refill it with orange juice."
"Yeah..."
It’s good to have at least one friend. Whether it’s the same gender or the opposite. Someone you can talk to comfortably without thinking too much. Someone you feel at ease with. Someone you can throw light jokes at. It’s good to have at least one person like that.
...The fact that I licked Seo Woojin’s cock so carefully, and buried my nose in it deep enough that I didn't really need to, just to smell that thick, masculine scent... and the fact that I had fantasies about being dominated and ravished by him... that’s embarrassing, and the fact that the smell of his semen, which I smelled for the first time, was better than I thought and I was trying hard to sniff it is also embarrassing, but he won't know if I don't tell him. Yeah. We’re friends. Friends. A friend who can do a paizuri for you. ...And a friend who can even do a blowjob... if you want.
I stared at Seo Woojin’s back for a while, and only after he disappeared toward the kitchen did I wiggle my way out of the bed.
"……."
...Yozora’s posture seems to have changed a lot... Hmm. I guess she just has really bad sleep-talking habits.