Taming Han Sua
She clears the new notification.
A new one appears.
She clears them again.
Not even three seconds pass before another pops up.
She stares blankly at the mortifying text inside it, then deletes it once more.
It comes right back.
"Haa..."
In a corner of the training center, Lee Hayun—who had changed into her gym clothes only moments ago—was already soaked through with sweat, sprawled on the floor and busy stealing glances at her phone. There was a small reason for it. In the group chat, notifications silenced, her bored friends with nothing better to do were working themselves into a frenzy appraising Seo Woojin's face. Hanging there like a pinned announcement, for good measure, was a photo of him taken on the sly from behind her.
If he ever finds out, this is a crime. You crazy bitches.
Still, it wasn't insults or dirty talk coming out—only compliments—so as his girlfriend she decided to allow it. Just a little. Feeling unreasonably pleased, Lee Hayun broke into a dopey grin and eagerly pushed the screen upward with her fingertip.
Praise him more. Hurry. I'll forgive you, so keep going.
A smile bloomed on the lips of Lee Hayun, lying on the city-street floor with a little dust worked into it. The vice student council president's name, popping out from under someone's fingertips, was a kind of compliment in its own right if you thought about it.
Boys whose abilities ran toward using their bodies were nothing but oversized lumps of muscle. The magic types and the summoning types were all scrawny. Which was why Yoo Siwoo—vice student council president and a Summoning-type Transcendent—came off as, how to put it... an idol who didn't particularly work out? If you were being generous, about that much.
Seo Woojin, though, was packed tight with lean muscle, nothing like him. Taller than that guy, too. From what she'd heard, he'd built the body some time ago, and these days he just ran a few kilometers through Hangang Park every night for exercise before heading home.
Well. Anyway.
Done with the day's training, Lee Hayun rolled around on the floor, eagerly spectating the conversation in the group chat, while grunts and blasts of every kind echoed around her. Twenty-one minutes. Beneath the training-center clock, which had dropped a mere nine minutes from the thirty-minute limit she'd set at the start, everyone else was cursing at their training AIs—what the hell is that—and rolling across the floor. She alone had already finished every last bit of hers.
First friend: made.
Success!
And a cute Japanese friend, at that, with halting, adorable Korean. A friend who was incredibly pretty, no less.
Back at her officetel, Han Sua started changing clothes to the sound of a sly little heheh. Honestly, she'd expected to wear herself out forcing friendships from behind a mask of fake kindness, and yet someone had come up to her first, all soft and friendly. She'd gotten lucky. Well, it was still only one person, but—
"Heheh..."
Even so, one was something. From age five to twenty, fifteen years in all, the count had been zero. What her father wanted was something like an advertising model wearing her own face, so for someone who had done nothing but study her whole life, this felt like a pretty decent showing.
Of course she couldn't stop, satisfied with a single friend. Ten. A hundred. A thousand. She had to get along with as many people as she possibly could, far and wide. Then the image of the person called Han Sua would gradually improve. A good image would pile up around the only daughter of Hansol Group's eldest son. And in the end, it would have a reasonably positive effect on the image of Hansol Group itself.
...The role of an advertising model. Honestly, it put her in a foul mood, but it couldn't be helped. If she let the sighs out deep inside, it was bearable enough. She wanted to throw it all away and just play, talking romance manga with a few friends who shared her hobbies, the way she could with Yozora—but the reason a girl with no talent for studying had been tossed into the academy was obvious.
She had to work. Work...
"Haaah..."
Talking to girls was hard enough. How was she even supposed to start a conversation with a boy? She worried over tomorrow's duties for a moment, and no longer. The sun was still high overhead, but Han Sua had already changed into comfortable pajamas. She burrowed into the blankets and turned on her phone—not so she could giggle over her first friend's number. It wasn't as if she had no desire to do exactly that, but anyway. There was something more important, wasn't there?
"Hmm."
What had she called it, back when they were talking manga... Pick... pick-something... Hmm. She couldn't remember. If she searched for what she'd heard, it would turn up. The fingertips Han Sua had poked out from under the blanket tapped away.
Eyes that change color... according to the heart...
Ah. Found it. Judging by the number of posts online, it really was quite a famous work, just as Yozora had said. Since Yozora had told her this was what she'd been enjoying lately, it would probably help to know the plot at least roughly, no matter how lewd the comic was. And besides... honestly, being twenty and still knowing almost nothing about that sort of thing had been a little embarrassing.
"I should learn at least a little, even now..."
From what she'd heard, everyone these days was already doing that kind of thing in middle school. Did it make any sense that she, like someone out of the Joseon era, didn't even know exactly what a man's thing looked like? No—wait. If this were the Joseon era, she'd already have had a child around kindergarten age by now. Maybe she'd even have had a second. She was worse off than the Joseon era. It was probably because there'd been so much racket about drugs and s...ex when she was little that her parents had tried to raise her strictly. Still, for about three days now, she had been a free woman. More precisely, aside from the two housekeepers who handled the household in her place, she was as good as free. One lewd comic, for the sake of studying... ought to be fine.
Han Sua glanced around the bedroom for no real reason, swallowed hard, and clicked a post. The fact that her browsing history would all remain, and that she might get caught someday? Computer-illiterate Han Sua didn't know about that. She only felt that it would be all right, since she wasn't at the main house.
"......"
Three minutes passed that way. Murky black. Bright blue. Soft yellow, and the rest. The color of the girl's eyes, shifting with her feelings, turned pink right after the boy said something like a confession, and the comic came to an end. A short one-shot. There hadn't been a single lewd scene in it.
"...Mmm...?"
Strange. Yozora had definitely said it was a little lewd. Had she skimmed past the lewd part without seeing it? Han Sua scrolled back up and carefully read it through again. But even to her, strict as she was about anything lewd, there was nothing worth calling that. What on earth was it? Why would anyone call this a lewd comic...
"...Ah."
She tilted her head, and just in case dragged the scroll all the way down past the comic. Only then did the comments strung along beneath it come into view.
▶ Suspicious link
A comment about being horny. She had a rough idea that it was a bad word. A comment asking when they were going to have sex—no, precisely, s3x. A comment about Golden Sun NTR...? Whatever it was, it was hard to understand, as if it were some kind of code. A comment saying that the one at the very end was a comic where they actually had sex. And one suspicious link, with several replies thanking whoever had posted it.
"Aha."
She more or less got it. The internet was open to everyone, so they'd probably translated and uploaded it with the obscene parts left out, for the sake of minors. That could happen. Then if she pressed this link, she could just see it? A virus? There wouldn't be one of those, right? Han Sua hesitated a moment, then soon tapped the link in the comments and changed pages.
You must be an adult to continue.
Enter your resident registration number and phone number.
...Adult verification. She was a little flustered, but she was an adult. What was strange about an adult looking at adult material? A faint, inexplicable sense of guilt. A little fear of the unknown—she already had the gist of the plot, so maybe she should stop here. And a little brazenness: this was only preparation for a conversation with Yozora, not because she wanted to look at something lewd. Carrying that tangle of feelings, Han Sua entered her resident registration number and her phone number.
And the first thing Han Sua saw, stepping for the first time into a strange place, was—
"...Eh."
She'd thought it would look grotesque. It wasn't as bad as she'd expected. ...Rather, a little cute? It was a man's genitals.
"......"
She had known the general idea. The way one knows that drinking water relieves thirst, she knew that if you put a man's genitals into a woman's and sent semen through, you could make her pregnant. A penis gets hard when it's aroused was the same. It wasn't as if she'd received no sex education at all. She just hadn't known it looked like that. That something like veins would stand out a little, that the tip would be swollen, that it would dip in underneath—she hadn't known. She hadn't known it could go inside a woman's body so matter-of-factly, either.
"......"
She knew. What was in front of her wasn't an actual porn video, only a drawing. So a certain amount of exaggeration would be included. But they wouldn't have drawn it completely divorced from reality. ...Doing that to a woman, like that. Thud, thud—shoving it in like a beast. That was roughly what sex meant, wasn't it. Was it all right to be this rough? The girl would hurt. It was so tiny down there; something that thick shouldn't go in easily...
"...Mm, mm..."
Why was she this embarrassed when no one was even watching? The eyes of Han Sua, seeing something lewd for the first time, fumbled across the drawings. Two people soaked through with sweat. Panting breaths. Saliva sliding out from under a tongue stuck out. A penis that looked unbelievably hard even as a drawing, passing again and again through a vagina drenched in some unidentified fluid. Smack—! A scene of a man's hand striking the heroine's white, soft bottom hard, and the print of his hand being stamped into her body. And even after being treated in such a shameful way, a scene of her moaning helplessly, the space around her head—buried in the pillow—filled with all sorts of warped little hearts.
In the end the penis was driven in to the root, over and over, more times than she could count. He pressed his lower belly in until the flesh of the girl's bottom was crushed flat, spurted an absurd amount of white fluid that anyone could tell was semen, then pulled out of her and let it gush and glug onto the bed. All the way through to the back view of the girl twitching, sunk in the afterglow as if it felt good.
"......"
Han Sua finished taking it in quickly, without a word, and blinked. Then, having switched the screen off, she muttered as if spitting it out.
"...Pervert."
There truly was no word that expressed what she felt more accurately than that. She'd looked once so she could talk with Yozora tomorrow, and at the same time to fill in her lacking knowledge of sex, but it was just... too strange. Male parts and female parts joining together? Joining, anyway, was fine up to that point. But why hit the woman's butt? Wouldn't that only hurt, whether you were the man or the woman? And how could he finish inside her like it was nothing. If she suddenly ended up with a baby... No. This was fiction, so maybe it didn't matter. Anyway. She couldn't begin to understand why anyone would go looking for something like this. And yet this kind of comic was Yozora's taste... Mmm. She didn't get it.
Sorry, Yozora.
She'd rather read the comic she'd been reading before. Han Sua slipped out of bed, fetched that older comic, and started rolling around with it.