The Interruption
The sound of fabric rustling filled the limousine as Fujiwara Koharu gently stroked Namgung Siwu's sweat-soaked forehead with her delicate, beautiful hand. He had lost consciousness after her violent assault and rape.
Koharu had been about to carry Siwu back to her quarters to continue their unfinished business when the sudden summons from the principal arrived. With a deep frown, she made no effort to hide her extreme displeasure from her attendant.
The attendant, maintaining a rigid expression, relayed the principal's exact message to her mistress without missing a single word.
With a soft click of her tongue, Koharu instructed her attendant to convey her refusal, then pulled Siwu's upper body into her arms, cradling him against her chest. It looked exactly like a young girl hugging a fluffy teddy bear. She treated him like a cherished doll—one that happened to be a battered, toothless wreck with a face caked in blood.
She pressed her nose against the nape of his neck, inhaling deeply before letting out a long, satisfied sigh. Though he was drenched in sweat and quite filthy, to Koharu it was nothing more than an intoxicating spice that only heightened her lust.
"Haaaa..."
Her furrowed brow smoothed out, and her irritation melted away like snow. Not satisfied with just his scent, she began kissing and sucking at his neck.
"Mmm..."
Somehow, her hand had already found its way to his exhausted groin.
"Ahh..."
What started with her mouth wasn't enough; now she bit down hard with her teeth. It was fortunate Siwu was unconscious—if he'd been awake, the intensity would have been excruciating. The wet sounds of flesh being gnawed echoed softly.
At the same time, she toyed with his member at an agonizingly slow pace, treating it like her personal toy. This was Koharu's first time giving a handjob. Despite her complete lack of experience, her technique was anything but amateurish. Her movements were so skilled it seemed as though she'd done it thousands of times before.
Siwu's softened length, unaware of its owner's dire state, shamelessly stiffened again under the sweet stimulation from this woman.
The return of Siwu's rigid, massive rod made Koharu feel her previously sated desire surge back, overflowing uncontrollably. The bite marks on his neck had already bloomed into vivid purple bruises shaped like teeth. One might wonder if she was some kind of vampire.
Incidentally, even though her attendant was watching through the window, Koharu had every intention of continuing their intimate acts. She reached for the window control, clearly planning to raise the slightly lowered limousine glass for another round inside the car.
Her attendant immediately sensed what her mistress was about to do and, with a slightly troubled expression, dared to speak up and stop her.
Koharu shot her a murderous glare—the kind that could kill. The killing intent was on an entirely different level from when she'd merely frowned earlier. Indeed, her attendant was repeatedly interfering with a female in heat.
Today, Koharu had coincidentally found her fated partner—her one and only soulmate (Siwu's opinion on the matter was irrelevant). If it were up to her, she wanted to ravish his body inside this limousine at least ten times until she grew tired of it. Yet her own subordinate kept interrupting without knowing her place.
Her expression practically screamed, How dare you interfere with my time with my beloved husband?
The attendant flinched slightly under that murderous aura but continued speaking anyway. Even if it displeased her mistress, she had to carry out her duty. That was her job.
Koharu's delicate hand, which had been slowly stroking Siwu's member up and down, suddenly froze.
With an expression of utter resignation, Koharu pressed her forehead with the hand that had just been touching his cock. Then she brought the small amount of precum on her fingers to her mouth and sucked it clean.
Koharu's face showed a strange mix of arousal and irritation. The woman who had always spoken politely to her attendant now spat out crude profanity in frustration. Her unusually strong reaction suggested that being reported to the main family was something she very much wanted to avoid.
She gently laid her beloved, adorable Siwu down on the limousine seat.
"......"
The attendant's expression grew even more troubled upon hearing the order. She looked deeply apologetic but offered no reply. Sensing something was off, Koharu bared her teeth and finally unleashed the boiling rage she'd been holding back for so long. While she often showed irritation, this was closer to pure fury.
The attendant, feeling immense guilt toward her mistress yet knowing she had no choice, finally delivered the additional message. At the same moment, the sound of footsteps approached from behind her.
Thud. Thud.
It was the heavy sound of shoes on asphalt. Koharu had already noticed the presence earlier, but only turned her gaze in that direction once the person from the principal's office entered her line of sight.
"Hello?"
The woman who now fully entered Koharu's view from behind her attendant. Or rather, she looked more like a slightly youthful girl than a full-grown woman. She was taller than Siwu but quite petite compared to the average woman. She had short blue hair, wore the same uniform as Koharu—which marked her as a student at Gyeongseong Academy. However, unlike Koharu, her chest wasn't particularly full. It was there, but pitifully small in comparison.
Koharu felt an inexplicable sense of victory.
A low, subtle sneer escaped her lips along with a faint smile.
"?"
The person from the principal's office, who had awkwardly greeted her, could only tilt her head in confusion, failing to understand the meaning behind the sneer. After showing a moment of bewilderment, her gaze unconsciously drifted toward the inside of the limousine. It was inevitable, really.
".....??!!???!"
Her pupils transmitted exactly what she saw straight to her brain. The window was only slightly lowered, so it wasn't a complete view—but there was the bloodied face of an adorable boy, scattered clothing, and... the tip of Siwu's rigidly erect member peeking out.
Normally, witnessing something so obscene would cause someone to quickly look away or become extremely flustered. But how often did one get to see a man's erect penis in real life? Especially one that was so lewd, alluring, and intensely stimulating. If not for video media, it would be nearly impossible to even catch a glimpse.
For about five full seconds, she didn't turn her head away. Instead, her instincts drove her to widen her eyes as much as possible, desperately trying to burn the image of Siwu's cock into her memory. She even rose onto her tiptoes to get a better look. It was as if she'd accidentally encountered a celebrity on the street.
Koharu couldn't possibly miss that reaction.
No woman would appreciate another staring at her lover—or rather, her future husband—with such lustful eyes.
She quickly grabbed her outer garment from the floor and tried to cover Siwu's lower body. Even so, his erection hadn't subsided, creating a massive tent in his lap. It looked less like a tent and more like a military barracks.
"...Staring at someone else's man with such shameless eyes... I believe that's rather rude, don't you think?"
It was absurd for Koharu—who had been committing acts far beyond shamelessness inside the limousine—to say such a thing, but for now, we'd let it slide.
Koharu hurriedly put her underwear and skirt back on and stepped out of the limousine. She was careful to open the door only a crack, minimizing the exposure of her precious husband's form. That brief moment was still seized by the girl from the principal's office, who tilted her head slightly to catch another glimpse. Every single one of her actions continued to grate on Koharu's nerves.
"......Ahem! So, what exactly is this about?"
Koharu cleared her throat loudly at the woman who, after witnessing a real live penis, now wore a dazed expression with unfocused eyes staring blankly into the air.
"!.... え、えと.....に.....日本語.....ええええっと....."
The girl finally snapped back to her senses and began stuttering in extremely broken, almost unintelligible Japanese.
If her beloved husband had spoken such clumsy Japanese, Koharu would have found it utterly adorable and smiled from ear to ear. But coming from this annoying woman who kept interrupting her intimate time, it felt like an insult to the beautiful language of her homeland.
Recalling that the girl had first greeted her in Korean, Koharu kindly lowered herself to the girl's level.
"......Speak in Korean if your Japanese isn't good."
"Ah!! Thank you!!! I thought you might not be able to speak Korean, so..."
The response only raised the question of why she'd greeted her in Korean in the first place.
"...There's no way a Gyeongseong Academy student wouldn't be able to speak Korean."
"Aaaaah~~!! That's true too!!"
She clapped her hands together lightly and laughed brightly, as if she'd just had a profound realization. The sight irritated Koharu even more.
At any rate, as Koharu had said, the specialized academies in Joseon for training Special Security Maintenance Officers—commonly called academies—conducted classes primarily in Korean. Therefore, all Gyeongseong Academy students were fluent in the language.
Right after Joseon was incorporated into the Empire, there had been a period when the mainland and the Governor-General's office mandated Japanese-language education. However, during the Heisei era, many policies requiring Japanese usage were abolished. Following strong requests from the academies, all classes returned to being conducted entirely in Korean.
That said, among educational institutions in Joseon that used Korean—including elementary, middle, high schools, and regular universities—while some offered both Korean and Japanese, none used Korean exclusively except the academies. This also demonstrated that even the mainland could not ignore the influence of the academies.
"Ah! Sorry for the late introduction. I'm Li Senka, third-year Class A. As you can tell from my name, I'm from Taiwan. Starting this year, I've come to Joseon as an exchange student from Taihoku Imperial University. It's truly an honor to study in Joseon, the birthplace of hero training. The competition to become an exchange student was so fierce that..."
She finally introduced herself and began rambling at length about the episodes that led to her coming to Joseon. If Koharu had been in a good mood, perhaps she would have listened. But she had no reason or desire to hear the TMI from this damn woman who had interrupted her time with her husband.
Therefore, Koharu discarded the usual "mask" she wore and mercilessly revealed her true thoughts and personality, using Senka as an outlet for her frustration.
"Oh, so you're from the Shina region? Your Korean is quite fluent... It would have been better if you'd put that effort into studying Japanese instead."
".....It's not Shina, it's Taiwan...."
"It's all the same, isn't it? 志那地方和臺灣不是一樣的地方嗎？"
Shina—a derogatory term used by mainlanders to refer to people from Taiwan and Manchuria, territories that once belonged to China but now fell under Japanese control. If there was no intent to demean, people usually said 台湾 (Taiwan) or 満州 (Manchuria). Even without knowing much Japanese, Senka seemed to understand this. When she tried to correct her origin, Koharu provoked her in a language Senka knew all too well, as if kindly lowering herself to a child's level.
It was her mother tongue, but today it sounded particularly unpleasant to Senka's ears.
Koharu's Chinese was far too fluent to have been learned merely as a hobby. Senka responded with what seemed like a compliment, but Koharu continued to dig under her skin. A strange tension flowed between the two.
Senka was a third-year university student this year—having entered college at nineteen, she was now twenty-one. It made sense for her to speak casually to Koharu, whom she'd just met, but Koharu, being two years her senior, showed no restraint in her words. Surprisingly, Senka's expression remained calm. It seemed she wasn't an ordinary girl either.
Just as their conversation was about to spiral into pointless bickering, Senka took the initiative to steer it back to the main topic.
"Hmm... Well, anyway, I'll speak in Korean again?"
"Please do."
Their language switched back to Korean. It was rather ironic that a Taiwanese person and a mainland Japanese person were communicating in Korean. Usually, both mainlanders and locals used Japanese to converse.
"That... the new freshman this year, Fujiwara... Ko... Ko..."
"......Koharu..."
Even while trying to get to the point, Senka seemed unfamiliar with Japanese names and got even the basic information provided by the principal wrong from the start. Koharu now wore an expression of utter disbelief. With her hands on her hips and legs crossed, she made her impatience and desire to end this situation known with her entire body.
"Y-yeah! Anyway, there's this incredibly cute and handsome male freshman named Si... Siwu, right? The principal asked me to help with his admission procedures and show him around the dormitory..."
".........."
"So......"
Koharu's aura grew increasingly strange. She hung her head low and said nothing.
"......Excuse me?"
"........"
"A-are you listening??"
There was still no response. Both Senka, who was present, and the attendant standing silently beside Koharu felt the strange, terrifying atmosphere and grew tense.
After about ten seconds of complete silence, Koharu finally spoke.
".......But... why did you come looking for me?"
".....Huh?"
"I asked why you came to me."
She was truly cunning. In that brief moment of silence, Koharu had used her sharp mind to devise a solution and was now putting it into action.
Playing dumb.
"I heard the name. That the first male student in Gyeongseong Academy's history is enrolling. But why are you coming to me to look for that gentleman?"
"U....uh......"
Clear panic appeared on Senka's face. Koharu didn't bat an eye and continued to stick to her act. Senka began listing the questions she had.
"Th-then... what about the boy who was in the car just now?"
"He's my boyfriend?"
"B-boyfriend?"
It was a scene that looked very familiar. Koharu was using the exact same tactic as Yoon Arin. How ironic.
"Yes. He's not just some 'Siwu' person—he's my boyfriend."
"I-is that so?"
"Why? Is it wrong for me to make love with my boyfriend in my own car?"
Koharu was incredibly brazen.
"L-l-love... Ahem..."
The soft, roundabout, and embarrassing way of saying "sex" made Senka's cheeks flush slightly. She even coughed awkwardly, trying to hide her embarrassment.
Seeing Senka so clearly flustered, Koharu felt a glimmer of hope that this strategy might actually work.
But... just as Koharu had easily seen through Yoon Arin's tricks earlier...
"But the boy in the car earlier had the exact same face as the one in the photo?"
Senka already knew far too much.