Jealousy
Hnnn... I wonder how those two are doing. Thirty minutes or so ought to have passed by now, so let's see...
Unless Sua-chan collapsed somewhere on the walk over, there was more than enough time for her to have reached the infirmary already. Maybe, contrary to what I was hoping, she was sprawled on an infirmary bed, mumbling in her sleep and snoring away all soft and cute. Or maybe the air between them was still like a soap bubble that bursts if you so much as tap it — that fragile, hard-to-name kind of mood. Or maybe they were using yesterday's me as conversation fodder. She gets like that sometimes when she's drunk~ Don't pay any attention to what she says~ Something along those lines.
...Or maybe, by now, they'd already locked the door tight and were doing something unbelievably obscene.
Like... Sua-chan protesting that she was embarrassed, even while quietly allowing every bit of it, and Seo Woojin — so busy playing the good boy, nothing like the way he is in front of me — still wearing yesterday's mask. And that oh-so-innocent Sua-chan... lick. Was he swallowing her whole? Like this. Like that. Just — gripping those plump hips of hers tight... pap, paaap...squelch, squelch, squelch... ...splurt, gush...
...
Thud. Thud...
"......"
...I'm so jealous.
Getting used as a living onahole to take care of someone's morning urge — that was exactly the life I'd wanted back when I was a schoolgirl, middle school and high school both. Anyone would have done. Every single day I rode the train looking for human trash with at least a huge dick, someone who wanted to rape me badly enough to stake their life on it. Not the cowards who yanked their pants back up and trembled just because I gave them a little scare in a public restroom with only the two of us in it.
...A splendid male. One who could call me a fucking bitch right to my face, the words crawling cold up my spine, then cram my cheap, vulgar body into the corner of the bathroom with a strength that wasn't even impressive — almost cute — and not care even when someone else's footsteps sounded outside. Thud, thud. One who could clamp a hand over my mouth, the mouth that could do nothing but glare savagely at my rapist, and rape me so that all I could manage were stifled little sounds. A male like that...
"Hey, hey."
"...Hm?"
Snapping out of the pleasant daydream, I found a fairly cute-looking girl leaning over my desk, hands planted on it. What was her name again? I thought I'd heard it once, but unless it's a guy, I don't bother memorizing every girl's name... Anyway, meat that hadn't quite finished developing. A little embarrassing to offer up to Seo Woojin.
"Uh... Yojora-chan? Touka-chan?"
"Touka...? Oh, I'm way more used to Yojora-chan~"
"Then Yojora-chan."
"Mm-hm."
"How's your Korean so good? Do you, maybe, have a boyfriend?"
"I've loved Korean songs, like, super lots since I was little. Mm-mm. Nothing like a boyfriend~"
"...Really?"
"A boyfriend? As if~ There are so many girls prettier than me."
"Anyway, songs? Idol songs?"
"That's a secret, a secret. If I said whose fan I am, it'd be a little embarrassing, you know. Hehe."
Yeah, yeah. The truth is I just half-assed the studying on my own so I could eat and stay alive, but Japanese and Koreans alike are terribly fond of that so-called national pride, so I'll let them misunderstand to their hearts' content...
I wonder how Sua-chan was doing, off at the infirmary. ...I doubted Seo Woojin had been considerate enough to let her sleep in peace. Ahem.
"You in the back. Wake Chae Seunghyeon."
I'd been beaming a businesslike smile and dragging the boring conversation along, and before I knew it the homeroom teacher was coming this way from across the room, step by steady step. I was in the middle of sending the girl off to her seat with a warm little goodbye when his gaze landed on me.
"Why is that seat empty?"
At those words, the eyes of Class A gathered briefly my way. Among them I felt plenty of glances sneaking peeks at the chest trapped inside my uniform, but that's just an ordinary piece of daily life, so I let it pass without a thought.
"Sua-ch— ...Sua went to the infirmary. She'll probably be back soon, right?"
"Ah."
Still wearing that cute little smile, I let a bright red lie roll off my tongue. Well, I'd expected as much, but the moment the infirmary came up, even the teacher — burly and rough-looking, as a former hero ought to be — only reacted with a that so. I mean, a girl said she went to the infirmary because she felt sick. Digging through the reason in front of the other students would be a bit much, wouldn't it? If it were menstrual cramps, for instance, the mood would get a little strange. Just a tiny bit. Mm-hm.
Anyway, maybe those three syllables — the infirmary — were simply too perfect an excuse. Nothing in particular happened, and the homeroom teacher's talk flowed on to the next thing. From what he'd watched these past few days, each student's curriculum would be adjusted a little further so they could fill in whatever they lacked... something along those lines...
In the students' silence, only the teacher's voice drifted quietly through the room. And then—
"......?"
A strange gaze prickled at me, and I turned my eyes that way. Not in front. Not beside me. Right behind me.
"......"
"......"
The moment I looked, my eyes met those of an incredibly pretty girl with snow-white hair. Her name was... Lee Jiyoon, was it? Unlike the girl who'd spoken to me earlier, I remembered this one. She was really pretty even without a speck of makeup, and she stood out quite a bit in practical class, too. She had her chin propped on one hand, and the instant our eyes met she looked away first — before I even turned back toward the front. Awkwardly, at that. Not just her eyes. She turned her whole head to the side.
Excuse me. Even if you try to claim you were looking out the window, that seems way too late. Do you have something you want to say to me? A sudden love confession would be troublesome, but if you're looking for a master you want to serve with a collar around your neck, I do happen to have someone I could recommend...
...Well, whatever. She sits right behind me. She might just have been staring blankly at the back of my head, lost in this and that. If she really has something to say, she'll come talk during the break.
Hnn. I let a breath out through my nose and stared dutifully at the teacher's face, pretending to be a diligent student.
"......"
Anyway, this Sua... ...seeing she still hasn't come back, maybe they really did go all the way and have sex. Then... will I get some kind of reward from Seo Woojin later, too?
"......"
...Something romantic. Like fifty hours of raw, no-condom rape sex in her fertile window, with no birth control at all. Probably not in the plans, huh...
I flung the spent, slack condom aside and went again. Flung aside the fresh one Han Sua tried to roll back onto me, and went again.
Every time I drove in deep, she clutched the bedsheet in both fists. Maybe from shame, she whipped her head to the side, ears burning red, spilling nothing but thin, hiccuping moans. All I'd done was toss out a slightly mean line — you're really going to have sex just to make a single friend? — and she flinched, shaking her head in little jerks. When I asked why she was having sex with me, then, she somehow managed to murmur it. Sex partner. The sight was so cute I crushed her thighs in my grip and pounded her, kissed her filthily, as if forcing my spit down her throat, and the moment our mouths parted she let her tongue slip out a little, panting, too busy climaxing to do anything else. I rammed my cock into the deepest part of that Han Sua.
Spluuurt... gush.
Even while I came I kept thudding into her without pause, as if I could force the semen trapped in the condom up into her womb, and finished the second ejaculation — the one that feels second-best to a man. Just one more time. Right after I'd used up every condom in the box—
"Hoo..."
The moment the afterglow thinned even a little, Han Sua fled the infirmary in a scramble, no pillow talk, no goodbye. I finished the cleanup alone, sat down at the desk, and let out a sigh. The smell wouldn't be completely gone, but this much ought to be fine. I was a little worried about the Variant-types' sense of smell... but it's not as if they smell well twenty-four hours a day. More like a switch. Their noses sharpen only when they want them to. It'll be fine. Probably.
"...Still, I don't think I smell like sweat, at least."
I tugged my collar up, sniffed, and leaned back comfortably against the chair. I never thought that I — fumbling around like a dumbass — would get my hands on Lee Jiyoon and then even Han Sua. And not the versions I knew, but slightly younger ones, from their academy days. What's the phrase for this. A fresh swell of feeling? Is that it? The afterglow of the sex just now was so thick and sloppy that somehow my Korean felt more wrecked than Yojora's. Even so, I grinned like a madman and spun in the chair.
...Earlier, when I patted her ass, her reaction had been anything but ordinary. Next time, maybe I should mix in a little light spanking. If it was Han Sua, sensitive in every inch of her body, then even if all I left was the lewd print of my hand on that pale, plump ass, she'd probably climax while squirting. ...Her neck. Her chest. I had a feeling it'd be the same even if I only stamped those places full of kiss marks.
"...Haa."
...Seriously. A crazy bitch, strangely pure, which only made her hotter. I'd found out she actually likes comics, not just what the gossip rags say, so someday I'd have to try cosplay sex. I'd already rolled around in the same bed with Yojora, so someday I'd have to fuck all three of us together. Someday, when she's on TV saying, well, for the citizens... some smooth, pretty words like that, I'd crank that voice up to full volume, and the real her — face-down on the bed, unable even to breathe properly — I'd fuck until she broke. That's why I became a villain and set out to fuck heroes, isn't it. Bland pure love, a hero fucking a hero, doesn't compare to a famous hero with her face hidden under a hat and a mask, secretly knocking on the door of a crumbling one-room apartment, and begging the villain who opens it: ...please put your dick in me. That's hotter.
"...Ah, fuck. I'm hard again."
...Nearly ten years of nothing but screwing up, and then I died. But that's just the past now.
"......?"
Right on cue, a knock came at the infirmary door. My pants were still a little uncomfortable, but if I stuffed my hands in the gown pockets and roughly covered it, it should be fine. Just in case, I glanced at the bed I'd rolled around on with Han Sua, then raised my voice.
"Come in."
First period had already started some time ago. From experience, most patients tended to show up right before lunch — probably because that's when the practical classes pile up — but someone coming now wouldn't be all that strange. And if it wasn't a patient, then whatever. One of the teachers who wanted to get acquainted with a Healing-type transcendent while they had the chance. Preferably a pretty girl who'd be famous later. With that hope, I straightened up, and the visitor peeked their face through the crack of the door.
"......"
...A slightly unexpected face.
"What brings you here? Did you get hurt?"
"Yes. I got a small cut."
"...Really?"
"Here. The tip of my index finger. I was handling some paper, and it just..."
Baek Seoyeon. Unlike Yojora, who was goofing off on the excuse of Han Sua, a woman who'd be busy working the way a real villain should. And, at the same time, a woman who'd left me with a slightly dumb impression the last time she walked out. She held her finger out, speaking in the same calm voice as before. ...She really had been cut. Hearing it was paper, not something like a real blade, only made her look dumber. Hmm. A cut from student council president work, maybe.
"For something like this, if you just lick it and check again in a few days, wouldn't it heal?"
"Why would I, when there's a Healing-type transcendent right here?"
"...Ah, well, that's also..."
I'd assumed she came with some other scheme, but unlike last time she didn't even take out her phone — she just held the finger out. Wondering what stance I ought to take with her, I let out a light sigh and reached for Baek Seoyeon's finger. For now, being reasonably kind seemed better. She didn't look like she had any intention of being kind to me, or of getting close, but there was no need to make an enemy on purpose. Which is why I skipped the "body exam" I ran whenever I got bored. What use would knowing Baek Seoyeon's erogenous zones even be? It wasn't as if I wanted to fuck her so badly I couldn't stand it. My head was already full of plans to defile Han Sua and Lee Jiyoon to my heart's content.
"Didn't your side have a Healing-type too? They wouldn't be around now."
"......"
I'll just keep a comfortably middling relationship with this one. When I casually brought up something from memory with that in mind, Baek Seoyeon glanced at my face, made a troubled expression, and gave a slight nod. Her deep sea-blue hair swayed for a moment. The scent of shampoo — some fruit I couldn't name — brushed the tip of my nose. ...Well, it wasn't bad.
"If it isn't me, there's no one else who'll treat you, so if you get hurt, come by anytime. Don't fuss over every little thing."
"If I'd been fussing, I wouldn't have come in the first place. As you said, it's a wound that'll heal if I lick it and wait a few days."
"...Ah, now that I hear it, that's true too."
"...Are you an idiot?"
Baek Seoyeon let out a light laugh, a heh, as if she found the whole thing absurd. When I smiled a little along with her, she seemed to notice her own expression, pressed her lips shut, and hardened her face. She doesn't like showing a loosened side in front of me. Hmm. Right. That tracks. As a spy, as a villain, she'd have that kind of pride. Looking at her now, I felt like I finally understood, roughly, why a woman like that knew Yojora. The type whose reactions taste good when you tease them, maybe. Exactly the kind of person Yojora likes. Plain as day — they got close because Yojora latched onto her first and made a nuisance of herself. Obvious. So obvious.
"Anyway, the treatment's done, so I'll be going."
"Sure, sure. Next time, do be careful not to get a paper cut."
"...Yeees."
Maybe a little irritated, Baek Seoyeon's voice stretched out, thin and snappish. Then she strode off and deliberately flung the door open, loud. Thanks to that, a face that had been standing outside came into view. They were whispering, so I couldn't quite catch the conversation, but anyway it was a male student a little shorter than Baek Seoyeon, who stood around five-seven. She looked thoroughly annoyed. He was smiling with his hands laced behind his head, slick as a snake.
...But how to put it. His was a face that made you want to plant a fist in it, if you could. I'd been wondering what it felt like for a man to look like a kept pretty-boy leech, and this was it.
"Hm."
He looked close with Baek Seoyeon. Was he a spy too? Seeing how bad things looked between them, maybe not. Or maybe they were close, and this was just how they treated each other. Tsk. Can't tell.
"...Still, at least close the door when you leave."
I got up, buttoned the health teacher's gown, shut the door, and came back. Time passed like that. At lunch the burly male teachers threw their arms around my shoulders and dragged me out to a restaurant stuck in a corner of the neighborhood, calling it a spicy pork place I absolutely had to know. After that I was worn down for a long while by students hurt in class, and by students who just wanted to talk to me. Around dismissal, my phone buzzed beside my moderately exhausted self.
What is it this time. There's nobody who'd contact me first...
...Ah.