Relations (3)
A hero-training institute.
There were roughly ten of them in Korea. Perhaps because this one sat nearest the very top, the grounds of Miren Academy were considerably wider than the rest. If most hero-training institutes were no bigger than a modest junior college, this place — stretch the truth a little — was a public park. Thanks to that, the academy had no shortage of landmarks of its own.
On the modest end, there were paths pleasant enough for a light stroll once the sun went down and the moon came up. There was a lane that had become famous among the girls, where a shy, cheese-colored stray — no one knew how it had gotten in — hid in the bushes and watched people pass. There were roads where the cherry blossoms scattered every spring, perfect for taking pictures with a lover, and quiet spots people kept entirely to themselves because they didn't want to share them with anyone else.
In any case, after two years of hiding neatly inside the Miren Academy student council, I had a landmark of my own as well.
Not a path. Somewhere a little higher than that.
I didn't much care for ground level. Car exhaust and cigarette smoke made it unpleasant down there, a side effect of an ability that was a little peculiar. I hated the prejudice that ability would invite, so I had lived my whole life acting as good as I possibly could in front of other people. After high school — after I had held it in and held it in until I started to go a little off the rails — this became the place I dropped by whenever the stress piled up and I needed to clear my head.
"Haa……."
Honestly, it wasn't anything special. Just the roof of a building. An ordinary rooftop with the whole pastel spring sky laid out overhead. Leaning carelessly against the railing, I let a pale, hazy sigh drift out into the empty air.
"…It's cold."
Maybe the sky only looked like that because of the fine dust. I let out a dry little laugh at the idle thought, rolled my stiff neck until it crackled, and kept up a light stretch.
Ha. Fuck.
I should have let my older sisters teach me to smoke when I was a kid. I never thought I'd be regretting that now. Instead of turning them down with stiff talk about lung cancer and whatever else, I should have at least found out what it felt like. At this rate I was going to die of overwork and stress long before anything as serious as lung cancer got the chance.
…Not that I had any intention of dying neatly, all by myself.
"Not that I can kill him right this second, either…."
The roof of the central building, where anything I said aloud had no one to hear it but me. Muttering under my breath, I dropped onto the wooden bench set out for smokers and let the thought run on.
Yoo Siwoo. Vice president of the student council. How in the world was I supposed to make that utterly useless man lose interest in me?
Ignoring him completely, as if he were invisible, was out. I had tried blatantly ignoring him once, and he had closed in as if he were testing exactly how far I could take it — close enough that he looked ready to throw his arms around me — so I had given up on the spot. The greasy little compliment had come free of charge. You're pretty even up close, senior.
Telling him outright, instead of ignoring him, that I had no interest whatsoever in a man like him hadn't worked either. What was it he had said? That even if I wasn't interested now, he would make me interested later? I had snorted and asked how he intended to manage that, and he had only smiled and said it was a secret, so I had stopped caring after that.
…Ah. Watching him trail me to wherever I worked out, faithfully, even though his stamina was awful, I sometimes thought he was trying to sell me on grit. Or obsession. Neither word was to my taste. Hard to say.
I had even braced myself for strange rumors spreading through the academy and hinted, ever so lightly, Actually, I'm a lesbian. Same result. He hadn't even pretended to listen. Well, it had been obvious the lie was only meant to shake the vice president. If I had ever acted like a lesbian before, maybe — but I hadn't even done that.
"Ugh."
Ignoring him didn't work. Telling him no didn't work. Telling him I was a lesbian only made him laugh; he didn't believe a word of it. What was I supposed to do if I wanted a comfortable life as a spy?
Thanks to a vice president who had been wearing me out since morning, I sprawled on the bench with a groan. I was spinning my phone in my hand, wondering when the text would come that the coffee had been bought, when a small metallic sound reached me from beside me.
"…Ah."
A door handle, turning. And a voice that seemed a little flustered. Before that perfectly obvious thought could even finish forming, my eyes caught the unfamiliar clothes in the gap of the door, and the paper cup.
The cup was nothing — an ordinary paper cup from a vending machine. What held my gaze was the pure white coat falling to about the knee. The sort of thing a hospital doctor wore. The sort of thing an ordinary person would never put on in their life, except for cosplay.
As far as I remembered, five people at Miren Academy went around in white coats. One Healing Transcendent, and four ordinary people kept on hand in case something happened. Among them, if it was a man — black-haired, reasonably tall, reasonably decent-looking…
By the time my thoughts had crawled that far, the door shut again with an awkward little bow, before I could get a word out.
…Ah. Right. Seo Woojin. The man who had nearly thrown in with Yojora, and ended up coming here as the infirmary teacher instead.
"…Came up for a coffee, did he."
He had been holding a paper cup just now, so the deduction was nothing impressive. The harder question was why he had opened the door and shut it again at once. Thinking about it, there was one perfectly obvious reason. I knew that man's past. Wasn't it only natural that being alone with me would be uncomfortable for him?
An infirmary teacher at the academy who had nearly joined hands with a villain. That was not a cute little flaw on the order of I once stole a piece of junk candy from a stationery shop back in elementary school.
You worry far too much. You've got Yojora's information and mine both, and our side has no intention of opening its mouth first. Do I have to spell all of that out before you'll relax? Pfft. Idiot.
"He might be a little dumber than he looks…."
Last time, when I had gone to him with a finger cut on paper, he had seemed oddly vacant for a face like that. Same thing now. Recalling the frozen look I had just seen on Seo Woojin, I rose from the bench with a faint smile — nothing like the mood I had been in when I came up to the roof.
In Japan, there is a phrase: Yamato Nadeshiko.
In Korean, that would be… hmm. I'm not sure there's an exact match. Anyway, if I had to explain it, it's a word for a young lady raised preciously in a distinguished family with a proper pedigree. A fresh, pure image — innocent, pitiable, demure — who shows so much purity between men and women that she presses and presses on a male's urge to dominate until his cock stands rigid. That kind of young lady.
Our Sua-chan, sitting beside me with her flushed cheeks hidden behind her hands, was a person who did not suit the words Yamato Nadeshiko in the slightest.
For one thing, her hair was a flashy yellow, wasn't it? And her eyes were amber, yellow as her hair. Then was her figure at least modest? Nope. If Master pushed his cock in, everything but that thick head would sink into her tits — that was how vulgar the size was. Hardly modest.
Of course, Sua-chan did possess that excellent turn-on called purity. But for our Sua-chan, rather than Yamato Nadeshiko — purity itself — a gyaru suited her far better. Mm-hmm.
"If it's come to this, shouldn't you be the one to reach out first?"
"…Still, I was hoping Teacher would contact me first…."
"It's already been over a week. What are you going to do if Woojin decides your feelings have cooled off and stops looking for you?"
"…But I, um… it felt really, really good…. Wouldn't Teacher have liked it too…?"
And a gyaru, whenever she caught herself thinking god, I'm so fucking horny right now, was supposed to go find Master, pop out her ears and tail, pour on the cute act, and get herself fucked. You're too embarrassed about that day to even face him — you haven't contacted him in over a week. What am I supposed to do with you, you frustrating girl…!
An innocent gyaru. To our Sua-chan, who had somehow pulled off that impossible combination, I poured out every bit of the frustration knotted up inside me. Right there in Class 1-A, with every single classmate sitting around us, perfectly intact. Both hands cupped around Sua-chan's ear. Thighs twitching, rubbing together. In a whisper.
"Men and women are different. Just because you came ten times with a cock pounded in deep doesn't mean Woojin came ten times too. Maybe he wasn't satisfied at all?"
"I-I never said a cock got pounded in deep…!"
"Then what did you do in the infirmary that day?"
"…Th-things sex partners do…."
"…What. That's the same thing as getting pounded in deep."
"Pounded…! …It wasn't that far…."
A minute ago, the moment I pressed her out of sheer frustration, she had spilled everything that happened in the infirmary — so why was she backpedaling now? Really, for the single reason that she was embarrassed? Was a person allowed to be this pure?
I watched Sua-chan, whispering while she kept glancing at our friends, with a deadpan face, then cupped my hands around her ear again. Talking about something else would have been fine. But I was in a bit of a hurry right now. Yeah.
"So basically, you put a condom on him and got fucked like an animal."
"……."
"I'm right, aren't I. You called yourselves sex partners who don't have sex, and you couldn't last a day before having a ton of it."
"……."
"And inside the academy, with all your friends around."
"……."
…Ah. Sua-chan's ear had gotten incredibly warm.
Normally I would have been thinking something like, Sua-chan's so sensitive — if I blow a little breath into her ear right now, what kind of reaction will I get? and pulled a prank. I paused only long enough to quietly lick my lips. Unlike usual, I didn't tease her at all. I just forced the words out around the audible gulp of a swallow and kept going.
"You need to know when to quit avoiding Woojin just because you're embarrassed about that day."
"…."
"…If you keep this up for over a week, what do you expect me to do. …Fuck."
"…."
Please. Just go get fucked by Seo Woojin already. Stop spitting that embarrassed bullshit and have sex.
"Sua-chan. …I, um, I'm holding it in too, you know… wanting to get fucked by Woojin… by Master…?"
"…Y-yeah…."
"If I can't hold it anymore, and I buy a few boxes of condoms and go to Master's place…. …Your turn won't come."
"…."
"So hurry…. …Okay?"
These past few days, while you did nothing but stamp your feet and call it embarrassment, there was someone who had been put on stay like a pet dog. Someone who had stayed home with a toy going bzzzz, masturbating all day long like she was well and truly in heat — a filthy pervert. So hurry up and get fucked like a dog, and let Seo Woojin give me my "reward."