Lee Hayun Wants Big Sis Treatment
The infirmary at Miren Academy was deserted. To be precise, it was limited to the winter break period when most students were out on practical training, leaving only a handful behind. And since it was morning, the room was filled with the chill that had built up overnight. The beds and chairs left unattended all night were the same. A light breath produced a puff of white mist right in front of my eyes.
Wearing my pristine white coat, I immediately turned on the heater.
Fortunately, Yojora wasn't as booze-resistant as I'd known her to be. She was more of an alcohol enthusiast than a full-blown drunkard. Bringing ten bottles of soju was just bravado. She couldn't even finish them all—around the eighth bottle, she slammed her forehead on the table at the bar and started giggling uncontrollably. Of course, mixing it with beer and chugging like she was force-feeding her stomach factored in... but whatever. Her exact tolerance isn't important right now.
What matters is that a nuisance has wormed her way into my upcoming "enjoyable health committee life." I wanted to groom these female heroes to my taste in the privacy of my personal life, without any interference. But now Yojora's set to barge in whenever she feels like it.
The chances of convincing her to leave nicely? Probably zero.
So, either keep dodging her forever or pull her in as one of my girls. Those are the only options.
It was a dilemma. The clean choice was the former, but now that I'd quit being a villain, the latter was surprisingly tempting. Taming the alcoholic villain Yojora into something obedient... She's no hero, but from a third-party view, heroes and villains aren't that different at their core. Like a celebrity's fans and haters—they might have different goals and mindsets, but what they do is pretty much the same.
Heroes bustle in their domains, of course, but villains pull off the irony of amassing thick fanbases online despite being criminals. And all from a few blurry photos. Even someone as obscure as Yojora started rampaging after I joined the company, drawing in those self-proclaimed fans—total psychos. That's around when she started wearing that pitch-black mask to bars, too.
...Well, she wasn't a hero, so I'd never laid a hand on her. But now that I've turned my back on villains...
For some reason, it was getting me a little hard.
"Phew." Whatever. Let it go. I was busy enough setting traps for Lee Hayun and Lee Jiyoon—didn't have the bandwidth to perfectly control Yojora too. One slip, and I might lose all three rabbits.
First things first: get handsy with Jiyoon.
I fired up my laptop and started scouting new apartments. If I couldn't find one, I could always ask Principal Seok Jaehwa later. The guy adores me—might score a nearby place.
For now: fully furnished one-room, good sunlight, at least 10 pyeong. No other filters. I started scrolling the mouse wheel.
While jotting down promising listings, a light knock echoed: tap tap.
Who'd visit at this hour? Hayun, maybe?
I closed the laptop and cleared my throat.
"Come in."
No sooner said than a familiar face peeked through the door crack.
Lee Hayun. The girl who'd climbed the adult stairs last night sparkled her clover-green eyes at me.
"What brings you here so early? Noona."
"...C-Cuz I missed you..."
"Missed me?"
"...Yeah."
She nodded vigorously, slipping cautiously into the infirmary. Her vibrant scent mingled with the stark white quietude. Step by step, she approached, mumbling without meeting my eyes properly.
"Ahem. Um, h-how's your back?"
"My back? Yeah, fine. Nothing special."
"I looked it up online last night... said it hurts for girls and guys..."
"Ah... uh... You're asking me, right?"
She jammed her hands into her jacket pockets and nodded. Asking a healing-type transcendent if it hurts? But I played along with a faint smile. "It's good."
I could've gone days just fucking if I wanted. No point saying it—she'd just blush.
"How about you, noona? Sore anywhere when you woke up?"
"I'm fi—... Ah, actually, my back's a little..."
"Back? Hips? Or spine?"
"...Spine."
She poked her lower back with her thumb.
It happened more often than you'd think. During intense sex, excitement masks the pain, but it hits later once you cool down. Or maybe just muscle knots.
But I'd healed everything last night before walking her home...
...Probably just slept funny.
"Let me take a look. Got class right after? Not sure on your schedule."
"Yeah, in like 5 minutes...? Usually I get here with tons of time, but today I was a bit late..."
She scratched her cheek, embarrassed, making excuses.
I stood and extended a hand—turn around, I'll heal you.
But.
"...Ngh..."
"...?"
Like a big dog lunging, she hugged me tight. My hand hit the wrong spot: something boxy and hard in her pocket. It slid off to graze her hip, fingertips finally brushing her firm ass.
"......"
Her affections escalating daily was nice, but troublesome.
I pulled my hands off her body and glanced at the door. Good—no peeping.
Only then did I gently push her shoulders back.
Getting caught by another student or the principal wouldn't be unfixable. Image issue, though. Health committee dude fooling around with a girl first thing? Even if that's my vibe, playing the clean, kind mask was way more convenient.
"What're you doing?"
"Morning greeting... fan service... and, y'know, treatment..."
"......"
So, she wanted her back healed like this. Hugging tight. Affectionately.
...Fan service? No clue.
"Noona."
"Yeah?"
"What if someone sees?"
"If they see, they see... ...Why? Embarrassed... by me?"
"It's not something to be proud of in public. This is my workplace."
"...R-Right... yeah..."
"Do this stuff outside academy grounds. Not here."
"Okay......"
I gripped her shoulders, scolding. She deflated, body pulling away.
Did she just like people that much? Or starved for love?
Sometimes her sense of distance baffled me. Strangers. Friends. She'd divided people like that since our first chat, but lately it hit harder.
Hard to understand, but I didn't hate it. Quite the opposite.
Simple reason: would a girl this sunny have no guy friends? I took her virginity first, so whatever, but how many of those dudes crushed on her? Flaunting our closeness in front of them—what faces would they make?
That thought sent sticky schadenfreude tingling through my skull.
Of course, no plans to act. Image control, plus watching desperate reaches for an untouchable flower beat seeing them turn away after truth hits.
That's why I'd fantasized "fuck heroes" from the start. My first dirty footprint made my heart race.
"Um, I-I gotta go to class now."
After awkward silence, she checked the clock and bolted like fleeing.
Door slammed before my goodbye.
...Her gait looked fine on exit. Not really sore. Needed an excuse, huh.
I sighed softly, sat back, and resumed laptop hunting.
Total failure.
Failed to act chill and noona-like, asking if last night felt good.
Failed to take charge like a big sis and snag a morning kiss.
Failed to slip her the condoms I'd just bought from the convenience store, saying we'd use them at her place later.
Couldn't even suggest lunch together.
Idiot.
Deep sighs trailed Lee Hayun from the main building to the lecture hall for class.
Only success? Hugging Woojin tight under the pretense of a sore back.
And even that wasn't perfect. So fixated on "wanna hug" that I bulldozed in without considering if he'd mind.
"Haaaa......"
Well, it was basically a secret relationship. Jiyoon was meowing warnings at home to watch out for guys—no way I could spill.
Tell just friends? Rumors would spread in under an hour: "Hayun's dating the new health committee first-year."
Might reach Jiyoon's ears later...
So, had to keep dating Woojin zipped tight.
...But.
Don't wannaaaaa...
What to do? Sex... was insanely good. How could it not be? No, really—is it your boyfriend problem? I itched to blab.
Maybe dump a light tale online. "Puppy-got-fucked... by junior I met recently..."
Hands over face. Another deep sigh inside, then Hayun steeled herself and opened the classroom back door.
Super empty. Just her.
Bustling during term, but vacation meant only 2-3 weirdos per grade stuck training. Different curricula meant solo classroom occupancy often.
Hmm. Right on time, but prof's late too.
Nothing to do, so she pulled her phone for SNS scrolling.
Everyone having fun in pics and vids. Friend on hero internship snapping photos. Friend skiing on day off. Friend posting cute cake for 300-day anniversary.
...Feels like I'm the only one bored while others party daily.
Impulsively typed something meaningful like "Day 1," then snapped out and locked the screen.
Stop. Exposing it would trouble Woojin only.
As she pocketed the phone, her finger snagged the convenience store condoms.
"......"
Suddenly, a headache of thoughts pounded her skull.
......Can I?
......Or hold back, find a safe spot where we won't get caught?
Woojin said academy stuff only outside...
......
......
N-No one's here...
Might be... okay...?