Yozora Is an Idiot (4)
Nothing special.
The brown cow, Han Sua, and the black cow, Yozora, had simply been yapping loud enough to split her head, so she was going to see Seo Woojin, the academy's health teacher, and get it treated. That was the whole story. The end. No reason to start thinking anything strange.
Hadn't Woojin dropping by the café over winter break been more or less the same thing? All she had to do was meet him, do what each of them was there to do, and say goodbye. And then at night they could game together, or whatever.
Even as she told herself that, Lee Jiyoon's steps began to slow from about thirty meters out from the infirmary—until, with roughly ten paces left to the door, she stopped dead.
"......"
The corridor right outside the infirmary. Leaning against the wall, Jiyoon peered around like a meerkat.
Unlike the time she'd stopped by with her sister over winter break, just to look, there were quite a few people now. Teachers in hero costumes, probably headed to training, and several students she couldn't tell were upperclassmen or classmates, laughing and chattering as they passed right by her. The infirmary might have been tucked deep down the hall, but it was still close enough that those people could reach it in twenty seconds of walking.
And from inside an infirmary that close—if some strange sound happened to leak out...
"......"
...This is all Seo Woojin's fault.
It's his fault for using "wetting my tongue" as an excuse, slapping a mask over my eyes, and making me swallow his spit...! Because of you I keep having these weird fantasies, you bastard....
For a moment she blamed Woojin while forgetting, completely, everything she herself had done. Then, gripping her bag strap tight, Jiyoon found her courage and closed the distance to the infirmary door one step at a time.
...Haaah.... What do I even say?
Yo sounded too weeb. The hell are you looking at, dipshit was way too far. I'm here made it sound like she'd shoved her sister aside and become his girlfri—
"Th-thank you...!"
A small cry from just inside the door, right on cue. Still fretting over a greeting, Jiyoon stepped aside so she wouldn't block anyone's way.
A moment later, a familiar fleece, a familiar black ponytail, and her sister—ears flushed red—vanished around the corner of the corridor with two people Jiyoon didn't know. Before she even had the chance to say hello.
Whoosh.
"......"
Her sister and Woojin had been in the infirmary together. The people her sister had just grabbed and dragged off were probably her friends. Her sister and Woojin had spent time in there together. Time pleasant enough to turn her ears red.
A few seconds passed. Once the thought was finished, Jiyoon quietly stepped into the infirmary her sister had left behind.
"...Hey. Woojin."
"I'm here."
She tacked it on, barely.
"Nnngh.... You came because your head hurts?"
"What else would I be here for?"
"Can I say it?"
"...Shut up."
At this point, she just liked the outfit. Jiyoon was wearing, yet again, the same khaki jumper she'd had on while working at the café, thrown over her uniform. It didn't go with the skirt no matter how you looked at it, but I only smiled, easy and gentle, and stretched with a groan.
I hadn't thought of it last time, but picking at the clothes of a kid grinding part-time to help keep the house afloat felt like a shitty thing to do. Maybe later I'd take Jiyoon shopping. If I added that we should go without her sister knowing, she'd grumble that it was a pain and come along anyway. And on the way, we might stop somewhere else for a bit. With an excuse like practice for taking her sister to a motel.
"Anyway, Woojin."
"Yeah?"
I was grinning at the pleasant thought when Jiyoon, seated across from me, rolled her eyes around and spoke.
"...The one who just left. That was my sister, right?"
"And?"
"Hnnn..."
Jealousy. A little too ambiguous a reaction to call it that outright. Well, that was fine. With tastes as dank and filthy as Jiyoon's, it wouldn't take long before she was jealous of Lee Hayun too. For now she was only a little bothered. That was enough.
"Couldn't bring yourself to say hi? Because Hayun-noona ran out?"
"...Ah, um, well..."
"Guess she was embarrassed, with her friends right there. She could just tell them we're dating. It'd be fine."
"Isn't that because you're a teacher, for now...?"
"I told you, I'm a Health Committee Member."
"What's the difference..."
"There is one. There just is."
"......"
I kept the talk trivial and drew in closer. Another student might walk in, so it had to look as ordinary as possible—nothing more, to anyone watching, than a hand smoothing her hair. I set my palm on the head of that shy alley cat, Jiyoon, and started treating the headache while moving as if I were only petting her.
...But.
"Feeling a little better?"
"Y-yeah..."
Honestly. From where she sat, there was no way she hadn't noticed she was being stroked like a pet.
"You were just treated not that long ago.... You must've been under a lot of stress lately."
"...You seem like a pervert."
Watching her take the petting so quietly, without bothering to point that part out—watching her look up at me with no real complaint, as if she wanted to be stroked even more—a little wicked impulse stirred.
"...Out of nowhere? And a pervert? You're more of a pervert than I am, Jiyoon."
"I meant it's perverted that you figured out why my head hurts, dumbass...! And why am I more of a pervert than you?!"
Just how far will you let me go, in this ambiguous thing we have now?
That was the impulse. The door was still shut tight, and even if someone opened it this second, from their side they'd only see the back of her head.
"......"
"......"
Just slightly, I dipped my head and let my lips meet hers. A peck, more than a kiss—the word that fit. Then I laughed, bright and easy, at Jiyoon, who was busy making a stupid, flustered face.
"See, see! Woojin, you are the bigger pervert...!"
"Why am I a pervert? I was just practicing, same as last time."
"Prac—"
"You're the one who seems more like a pervert, getting all conscious of me. No?"
An excuse stupider than anyone else's. Tossed out with a grin, so she had no choice but to realize it was a joke. Even so, Jiyoon's deep green eyes, unable to properly fire back, darted hard. Left. Right. Up. And then, until they met mine.
"...I'm not conscious of you."
"Yeah?"
"...Do whatever. Kissing practice."
"And what if someone walks in all of a sudden?"
"...I'll just say we were practicing kissing."
"See. You really are more of a pervert than me, aren't you?"
"Ha, more than you, I could— mmph..."
Chuup. Tssup.
The moment I covered her lips, the wet, sticky sound of spit melted straight into my head. Every time I moved my tongue, Jiyoon's—so different from the irritated clicking of a moment ago—twined with mine, gentle. We might get caught, so stop. She only pretended to say it. Her hands did nothing but clutch my white coat tight.
I punished her for all the little things that kept getting me hard, and passed my saliva into her again and again. Forgot that stroking her head was the only excuse I had. Forgot that today, of all days, she hadn't reached for the Hayun excuse she always used. Forgot that I'd already told her I'd kissed Hayun long ago, so there was no need to practice anything. For a long while—until the knock of some well-mannered student finally came.
"I can't do this anymooore..."
"What is it now."
"The cute concept.... I shouldn't have picked iiit..."
"You said it worked on Han Sua. Then you ride it as far as it'll go."
"I don't wannaaa.... I'll just study hard and we'll say I got better super fast.... Koreans like that kinda thing, riiight..."
Underground, in the hideout of The Company. Kwon Namho, stitching a large gash in his own arm, answered with a faint groan.
"They do. They like it. But you've still gotta do the job right."
"Hmph......"
"You can dump a concept like that once you're actually close, so suck it up. You fucking bitch."
"I know how to say it and I'm slurring on purpose, and it makes me look sooo stupid, I hate iiit..."
Yozora muttered from the sofa, rolling around with the stifling buttons of her uniform undone. A moment later came the small sound of teeth snapping thread.
Honestly, Kwon Namho was worried enough about Yozora that he could barely sleep. Not so much like a father watching a daughter head out into the world... no, there was certainly a little of that, too. Anyway. Because the "how to ruin Han Sua's life" she'd laid out was far more braindead than he'd expected. Like a child's daydream of perpetual motion with a magnet.
"What was it again—you were gonna get her hooked on booze so she couldn't even graduate?"
"...That.... ...Mm. Yeah."
Yawning—haahm—with tears pricking at her eyes, Yozora lay on her side and nodded.
"I get the feeling you're going for, but it's way too unrealistic, isn't it?"
"You thiiink..."
"Doesn't seem like the type to drink herself so far under she couldn't even graduate..."
"Dunno, dunno. If I just keep at it, it'll wooork..."
"...Haa..."
What the hell am I supposed to do with this planless brat. Higher chance of success if I become her first friend—she's never had one in her life—and then dump her cold enough to leave a trauma. Idiot.
Bandage wrapped to the end, Kwon Namho looked at Yozora rolling around in her uniform and gave her a pitying glance. Meanwhile—
"......"
Yozora was carefully replaying the conversation she'd had with Han Sua at the academy today. For now, there weren't many new facts. Han Sua's taste in food. And that she gave off far more of an innocent-virgin smell than expected.
The thing to think about was this.
An innocent virgin. And how I can make use of that.
"Let's eat. What should I order?"
"I'll haaave.... sundae-gukbap...?"
"Want me to get drinks?"
"Yeah..."
A duckling takes the first thing it sees after hatching for its parent. Imprinting, they call it. Not sure of the exact word, but that. A virgin who doesn't know anything dirty is the same. Whatever "something" she first becomes an adult through decides her tastes.
Why do I know? Because I was the same. I read the perverted comics and the perverted novels those pervert bastards made, and ended up with tastes like that. Mm-hm.
...So.
"I'm only ordering one bottle. Soju."
"Okaaay..."
Our Sua-chan, who's already started calling me Yozora-chan—if I play it right, couldn't I dirty her up just like me? Rile the male in front of her by fighting back and cursing, and as the price get a cock rammed all the way into her pounding pussy until all she can do is drool.... Couldn't I soil her pitch-black, until she wants to try sex like that?
"......"
...Well, Sua-chan's tall and built like a model, and her whole image is pretty laid-back, so she probably wouldn't fall apart quite that far.... But a girl can hope.
"Hehehe..."
"The hell are you laughing like that for?"
"Whyyy? 'Cause I'm getting free boooze..."
"...Sigh..."