A Half-Baked Hero, Lee Hayun (5): What... Was That?
What... was that.
"Agh... come on, just go up a little...!"
"......"
Yeah, I was kinda hoping for a little event or something. And yeah, it's true I subtly clung to Woojin-oppa.
But what was it.
What Woojin-oppa just did to me.
What I just went through.
"The blanket... which way's up...? Whatever, doesn't matter...."
"......"
I was still pretending to sleep, eyes squeezed shut and curled up, when a fluffy blanket draped over my shoulder. Jiyoon must've struggled to carry me here—right in front of me, she panted roughly, schluck, schick, rubbed her back with a groan, and shuffled out of the room.
I cracked my eyes open and watched her retreating back until the door clicked shut. Then I bolted upright.
What the hell was that. Did I just... get kissed? And swallow a guy's saliva like some pervert, gulp after gulp?
I know what a kiss is. Not just lips touching—tongues tangling a bit too... I'd heard that from friends. But gulping down saliva? Never heard that one....
Lee Hayun, why the hell did you just obediently swallow his spit, you idiot.
"...Ugh......"
No matter how I thought about it, it was weird. Couldn't explain it unless it was a dream. So I pinched my thigh hard—but all I got was sharp, vivid pain. And damn, even the sensation of Woojin-oppa stroking it came rushing back, making my face burn hot.
Okay, fine. Honestly, I did want something. But I meant a light hug or maybe... accidentally brushing my defenseless chest. Something innocent and sweet like that.
But while Jiyoon was in the bathroom, I never imagined he'd skip straight to that insane level....
Maybe because the room was pitch black. What just happened kept replaying automatically in my head. Click, the bathroom door shutting. The faint trickle of water filling the quiet living room. Is this my chance? I thought, so I nuzzled my cheek against Woojin-oppa's shoulder. Then he grabbed my chin, forced it up, and after that... my brain. Broke.
That memory.
"Eut...!"
Seo Woojin's lips overlapped mine, and an obscene wet sound I'd never heard before rang noisily in my head. Hep, heep. Panicking, I unwittingly tangled my tongue back, and at the entrance to my throat, which he squeezed tight, his saliva—not mine—started pooling bit by bit.
...And that was my first kiss.
No time to even say it—gulp, gulp—I swallowed the man's saliva, letting foreign spit slide down into my stomach sip by sip. Just that made my shoulders shiver in shock and confusion.
And to top it off, my defenseless thighs got touched by his hand too. Luckily, his fingers never invaded the absolutely, absolutely forbidden naughty spot. But it was a dangerous zone that could've reached there anytime. I just handed that over to Woojin-oppa like it was nothing and kept obediently gulping his saliva.
As if deep down, that's what I wanted.
I... swear I didn't think that far....
At least Jiyoon didn't seem to notice at all. If she'd come out of the bathroom and caught me mid-kiss like that, she'd have brought up that old incident right away. The one from high school when she caught me with... that weird porn.
I'd explained it away as an accidental click while watching something else and somehow played it cool. But if she'd seen that scene just now, god knows what would've happened....
"...Booze... must be the alcohol...."
This damn liquor is my enemy. Whenever something happens after drinking, you can just blame it all on the booze and feel better. Treat it like a one-night mistake and move on.
But there was one lingering result I couldn't just brush off.
Flopped sideways on the bed like a doll with cut strings, still in my unchanged clothes, I cautiously tugged my leggings down to my thighs. Then slowly peeled aside the panties clinging to my unusually sensitive skin.
I flinched at the immediate slick wetness. With my middle finger, I gently traced over the spot my pure white panties had been hiding tight.
...Soaked.
Just from kissing Woojin-oppa, forced to swallow his spit, and a light thigh touch. Drenched like I'd never seen before.
"......"
Am I... actually a bigger perv than I thought? Even admitting it to myself.
Slick and sticky. When I pulled my fingers slightly apart, sticky strands stretched between them, lewd as hell.
"......"
...I'm losing it.
Even when I masturbate alone, it takes at least ten minutes to get this wet. Just a short kiss and thigh grope.... And I'm already this fired up....
"......"
Maybe that's why. After some time to compose myself, confirming the place outside was dead silent.
... Squelch, squelch.
My side-lying ass letting love juices trickle down in streams. Enough to soak the bedsheet.
So, I started masturbating hard.
Of course, filling my head was....
Um, well....
Secret.
*****
A fruitful day.
Jogging lightly to avoid straining my booze-soaked body, I paused at a red light glowing ahead, catching my breath.
First off, confirmed: I've gone back in time. Well, I knew since the robbery, so whatever.
And saving Lee Hayun from that thug let me get way closer than expected.
She was definitely awake during that forced kiss. Her shoulders and thighs twitching tensely every time our tongues brushed proved it.
But she didn't resist to the end. Even right up until Lee Jiyoon was about to come out of the bathroom.
Of course, since her neck's one of her erogenous zones, that might explain it.... But a girl who always bounced with energy wouldn't stay that obedient without more.
Affection toward me.
Without that, Hayun wouldn't have accepted it quietly, and I wouldn't have even gotten inside her place to begin with.
Smooth start.
"Hoo...."
Still February, with winter winds fluttering about. Like other schools, the academy's on winter break now.
How often will Hayun drop by the infirmary, I wonder.
...And when will Jiyoon notice her sister's changes.
Thud, thud. Footsteps approached. The night air brushing my cheeks was cold. Feeling my heated body cool, I melted a throat candy and picked up the pace a bit.
*****
The academy's health teacher. No, as a health committee member, the routine was dead simple, just like the verbal rundown before.
Show up on time. Heal injured students with my ability, fill out sheets. Rest is free time. Can audit hero classes if I want.
There's a separate call button anyway (a vibrating device buzzing uuung, ung in my gown pocket).
Especially recommends classes tied to lives at stake: rescue, evacuation guidance, combat where students often get hurt....
...Or so it said.
That was in the materials handed over by Principal Seok Jaehwa, who'd dropped by this morning. Whoever wrote it, super cute handwriting. Hard to believe it came from that creepy old geezer.
Too bad auditing didn't interest me. Sure, if Jiyoon enrolls later or a new target hero pops up, I'd poke around. But for now, too soon.
Hayun and Jiyoon were plenty.
While combing through world news on my laptop that morning.
—Knock knock. A sudden knock.
Unlike yesterday, the infirmary sign was properly up outside, but this visit was quicker than expected. I figured kids would trickle in after classes started and injuries piled up.
Hmm. Maybe a curious student checking out the new face.
I closed the laptop and stood.
"...H-hi."
"......"
But it was Lee Hayun at the door.
Clutching an expensive hangover remedy from the convenience store. Tiny star piercing in one ear. Lazily thrown-on academy uniform. Same long ponytail as always.
All the same, but... she looked unusually meek today, not like the Hayun I knew.
Reason's obvious. Yesterday's incident.
Cuter reaction than expected.
"Hey, noona. What brings you here?"
"...This. For you."
Hayun shoved the hangover remedy at me without properly meeting my eyes. She'd already spent her own money on booze yesterday despite being broke— this was overkill. I wasn't even hungover.
But refusing would be weird, so I took it. Plus, trading gifts later as "thanks" could build our bond.
"You didn't have to go this far."
"Y-your head'll hurt. You drank a lot yesterday."
"My head?"
She nodded her ponytail gently.
"I, uh, don't remember yesterday well...!"
"Yesterday...?"
"Yeah. After a bit more than one can, blank. Ahaha...."
She couldn't meet my gaze properly. Even after a brief silence.
She'd glance at me like she was gauging, then slip sideways all wobbly.
...Gave me bad ideas, so I teased a little.
"...I see."
"......"
"Guess you don't remember anything about yesterday with me then."
"Wh-what, wha-what...!"
"It's fine. Nothing big happened."
"How is that nothing...! Eut...."
Hayun's cheeks flushed red as she tried to play dumb. As expected. "Don't remember" was a blatant lie.
"I'll drink this well, noona."
"......"
"If you get hurt in training today, come by. I'll see you before other students."
"......"
I smiled lightly, and she finally nodded. Then, ears red, she shuffled creakily down the hall.
*****
"...Didn't work?"
"Y-yeah...."
"Why? Didn't Woojin like you?"
"Dunno...? Woojin likes me...?"
"He got your number. First day."
"...Oh.... I stole that one.... He looked decent, so for body supplements...."
"Ugh, gross. Should've said something, you moron."
"Shut up.... I'm super bummed I lost him too...."
"What now. Can't throw more money at him. Lure him later with promises of more cash?"
"...Namho-ya."
"Yeah."
"Got his address from the interview...?"
"Yeah, but probably fake. No way he'd give real info if he wasn't planning to join."
"......Lemme see.... Still, it's close."
"...We'll check it out later or whatever...."