Chapter 150: Snake's Resolve 3
Chapter 150: Snake's Resolve 3
If that was the whole story, it wouldn't have been a problem.
Was there really that much difference between a school uniform and a nurse's coat?
I'd already spent a sticky night with Han Ye-ji as a high school girl inside her unconscious mind.
If it had stopped there, I mean.
I left Han Ye-ji's unconscious and moved on to Lee Ha-rin's.
The first thing I saw: a school infirmary, same as before.
People's imaginations and experiences differ,
so naturally the details were different.
The only common elements were the simple steel-frame infirmary bed
and the pure white curtain that could be drawn around it.
'Is this actually okay?'
A post I'd seen online yesterday flickered through the back of my mind.
Foul dirty talk rattling on about glans and cocks and balls.
The kind of thing you could obviously laugh off and move past,
and Han Ye-ji knew I let it slide and ignored it too.
But could Lee Ha-rin see something like that and let it slide?
The girl who foamed at the mouth and collapsed just from seeing a Constellation's face?
"Ah, sir."
"What brings you here?"
Thank god this was her unconscious and not a lucid dream.
Otherwise she would've caught me making a startled face.
The reaction was suspiciously awkward, but I hadn't been found out.
Eyes slightly dazed, Lee Ha-rin sat in a simple chair and called out to me.
I walked slowly toward her and stole a glance at the mirror hanging on the wall.
A pure white coat and a name tag on the chest reading [School Nurse].
A blue dress shirt visible underneath.
A little thin, though.
"Um, I fell while playing soccer."
Beneath her shorts, one knee was visible, lightly scraped and dotted with beads of blood.
Lee Ha-rin, Han Ye-ji—whether it was online posts,
my past life, or this world, these kinds of fantasies all ran in the same direction.
'I'm not going to get caught in the crossfire.'
A terrifying thought briefly clawed through my head,
but no matter how angry Lee Ha-rin got, she wouldn't do anything to me.
Even if I knew it would catch fire, as long as the sparks didn't land on me, that was enough.
That's why they had the phrase "watching a fire from across the river."
I steadied myself and slipped back into the role her unconscious had given me.
"Is that so? Let me see your knee."
At that, the shorts smeared with dirt and dust slid upward.
Her thighs, pale from never seeing sunlight, were exposed,
but she stared straight at me without a trace of embarrassment.
Her gaze landed on the dress shirt visible through the gap in my coat.
Or more precisely, on my chest beyond that thin dress shirt.
The real Lee Ha-rin, the one who'd gone to military college, had some self-restraint,
but Lee Ha-rin reverted to a hot-blooded high school girl had none whatsoever.
Her hands had grabbed and pulled up the hem of her gym shorts,
but her head stayed stiffly locked in place, eyes boring through me.
Seeing her so blatantly full of desire, so unlike her usual self, pulled a laugh out of me.
This was the appeal of slipping into someone's unconscious instead of a lucid dream.
"Ow, it stings."
"A girl, and you're fussing over a little scrape."
Watching her, my mouth moved on its own.
Since I was moving the way Lee Ha-rin's unconscious wanted me to,
thankfully I didn't need any acting skills.
Honestly, I'd never set foot in an infirmary during my own school days.
The only school nurse I'd ever met was the middle-aged woman who taught sex ed.
So this whole infirmary scenario was completely foreign to me.
"Now, be careful not to knock it loose. Don't pick at the scab because it itches and tear it off."
But something felt off.
Too wholesome, maybe.
"Yes, I understand."
"Too many girls coming in from soccer lately. Try to be a little more careful when you play."
"Hey, like the others would listen even if I said something."
"Fair point. Just don't get hurt yourself."
For the relationship between a school nurse and a student, the conversation was friendly enough.
But no sneaky physical contact crept in.
Just dabbing at the wound with disinfectant-soaked cotton held in tweezers. That was it.
Lee Ha-rin headed out of the infirmary without hesitation,
and I leaned back in my chair and turned to the stack of papers on the desk.
'What the hell is she fantasizing about?'
This particular desire was detailed enough that nothing just skipped by like a game cutscene.
I got to watch the clock move several times faster than it did in front of blank paperwork or the internet.
At least time passed quickly—
otherwise I'd have been stuck sitting there vacantly for hours with no way out.
An unfamiliar melody rang out, and the murmur of students swelled.
'Is she coming after school? The fantasy's pretty detailed.'
Unlike Han Ye-ji, who just liked seeing me in a nurse's coat,
Lee Ha-rin's unconscious was specific: the school, after-school hours, the infirmary.
That probably meant it was packed with desires that had piled up in her unconscious.
Made sense. Han Ye-ji, when she wanted something, would act cute and ask for it outright,
but Lee Ha-rin always pushed her own wants aside to do things for me—
of course her desires would accumulate in her unconscious.
I was watching the female students leaving school through the window
when a polite knock-knock sounded.
"Yes, come in."
"Heh-heh, I'm here."
The school had gone quiet, most of the students already gone.
Lee Ha-rin slipped into the infirmary, bright with sharp afternoon sunlight.
The blood on her knee had dried, but the bandage I'd put on was long gone.
"Did you fall running in the hallway? Or did you pick at it because it itched?"
"Ah, I didn't take it off. It just fell off during class."
"And a bandage that's been on less than half a day just falls off on its own?"
"But it's true...."
Her lips set in a pout, she went not to the chair but to the infirmary bed.
She dumped her bag next to the bed leg
and then just threw herself down, flopping onto the bed face-first.
The motion rucked up her uniform skirt,
exposing the full pale line of her thighs.
'A uniform's nice too.'
Now that I thought about it, I'd never done anything with her in a school uniform.
This was a gender-role-reversed world, so women dressed however they pleased,
and I'd enjoyed the sight of light, casual clothing plenty of times, but still.
Thinking that, I crept closer to the bed.
My target was, the uniform skirt that had ridden up just shy of revealing her panties.
I raised a hand to shoulder height and brought it down, relaxed, without force,
in a smooth, curving arc
that landed precisely at the point where her ass met her thigh.
Smack!
"You little punk, how short did you hem this uniform skirt?"
"Ah! It's not like I'm one of the boys—can't I shorten it a little...."
I mean, the skirt was rumpled just enough to be a hair away from showing her underwear—
there's no way a skirt that short was regulation.
After her voice jumped from the slap to the rear,
it crept back down cautiously, testing the waters.
Constellation and Incarnation. Teacher and student.
A vertical relationship.
'She's like this even in her unconscious, huh.'
By this point, she seemed less like a Constellation otaku and more like a masochist,
though it wasn't that she enjoyed getting hit.
Was "mental masochist" a thing?
Getting off not on physical pain
but just on submitting to someone.
"Ow, that hurts!"
"You come back tomorrow with that skirt let back down. Understood?"
"Tch, you're not even my homeroom teacher."
"What was that?"
"I said I got it...."
I swung my palm a few more times just to enjoy the satisfying smack,
then quietly took the hem of her skirt between my fingers.
The skirt rolled up over her waist, and a pale ass came gradually into view.
The real Lee Ha-rin had spent time at military school—her skin had a healthy vitality all over.
But the Lee Ha-rin of her unconscious was a schoolgirl who ran around in gym clothes.
Her legs below the thighs were tanned, but above them she was utterly pale.
"That's right. You have to listen to teacher, don't you."
"...."
No response.
But I could see the muscles in her ass clench tight.
The girl's boxer-briefs she wore for gym class clung to that firm, springy ass.
"Answer me."
"Yes...."
A touch so light it didn't even make a sound.
But maybe because of the skirt that had rolled up—
when I tapped her tightly clenched ass, I saw a faint shiver run down the curve of her lower back.
She didn't seem to like getting hit.
Was it just that she liked me giving her orders?
My mouth moved instantly, as if answering my own question.
"Good, good. If you listen well, you get a reward."
Command and reward.
Classic Lee Ha-rin unconscious desire.
My fingers crept slowly over the jet-black boxer-briefs.
Then I flopped down beside Lee Ha-rin, who had her face buried in the bed.
I was lying on my back, and Lee Ha-rin was face-down beside me.
She'd thrown herself face-down onto the bed,
and while my ass was perched on the edge of the mattress,
I was much taller, so her face ended up beside my chest.
Inch by inch, the head that had been gauging the situation while lying face-down
shifted sideways and came to rest against my chest.
Then she tilted her head slightly and rubbed her cheek
against my broad, board-flat pectoral muscle.
'Doesn't that hurt her face?'
I was, still wearing the nurse's coat over my dress shirt.
If she was eagerly rubbing her head against the side of my chest,
that soft cheek of hers would be rubbing against the coat—
and that coat was a stiff, scratchy thing with no softness to be found.
Still, she pushed her head in as if it didn't matter,
then turned her body and buried her face directly on top of my chest.
At the same time, her hand crept quietly down toward my waist.
"Good grief, look at you being all sneaky. Honestly."
Smack—I swatted the back of her hand as if to say, not so fast.
Personally, if she was offering to take my pants off, I was ready right then and there,
but Lee Ha-rin's unconscious seemed to choose rubbing herself against me a little longer.
She laughed a sheepish heh-heh,
and then stretched both arms out and clung to me.