How to Clear Up a Misunderstanding
The day after I got thoroughly scolded by Eun-jung. While we were eating lunch in the cafeteria, Han-na suddenly set her chopsticks down and spoke up.
“Cha Eun-jung, you’ve been smiling nonstop like you’re on some kind of drug…”
Han-na’s index finger pointed across the table at Eun-jung, who had been beaming brightly all day long, then continued,
“And Lee Seon-ah, you flinch and pull away the second it even looks like our bodies might touch.”
Next, she pointed at me, who was sitting awkwardly beside her with a forced smile.
“What the hell is going on? Did something happen today?”
“Hmm… Not really?”
Eun-jung answered with an innocent, sunny smile, lying as naturally as breathing. But…
“Your face says otherwise.”
Unlike Eun-jung, I was terrible at hiding my expressions. The moment Han-na saw my face, she immediately sensed something was off.
“I don’t know either. Maybe she’s just nervous because midterms are right around the corner.”
“What does that have to do with Seon-ah avoiding me? See? She’s dodging me again.”
Before she even finished speaking, Han-na swiftly grabbed my arm in a tight grip. Because of what happened that morning, I had been trying to avoid any skinship with her for the rest of the day… I had managed to dodge her all morning, but this time there was no escape. I obediently let her hold my arm and stared at her with wide, innocent eyes, as if asking what was wrong.
…By the way, even though Han-na’s hands are incredibly smooth and pretty, they’re also unbelievably… strong.
Not long ago, these very hands had roughly groped my pussy, plunged deep inside me, put a collar around my neck and made me crawl on all fours like a bitch, and spanked my ass until it was bright red while scolding me…
“Huuu…”
I glanced at Han-na’s expression and secretly began rubbing my thighs together under the table. If it weren’t for the exams, I could have let this hand touch my pussy right now. After quickly finishing lunch like this, we could hurry up to the rooftop, lift up my ridiculously short skirt, pull aside my cheap string panties, and expose my entire pussy…
“Eut…!”
“…? What’s wrong?”
“Ah, no. It’s nothing, Han-na.”
I had let out a sudden moan when I felt something gently rubbing my leg, but the moment I heard Han-na’s worried voice beside me, I quickly made an excuse. W-what is this? I subtly lowered my head to check and saw Eun-jung’s foot under the cafeteria table, slowly caressing my leg.
What on earth is she doing all of a sudden…
I let out a deep internal sigh, then turned to Han-na with a perfectly normal expression.
“Anyway, look. I’m not avoiding you at all. See? I’m letting you hold me like th— huup… like this…”
“Lee Seon-ah…?”
While I was speaking, Eun-jung’s foot crept up from my calf, slowly sliding higher. She must have taken her sock off at some point—her smooth, bare toes brushed teasingly against my skin, tickling me. The moment I felt it, a shiver ran through me and my pussy suddenly clenched tight. I bit my lower lip mid-sentence and hung my head.
Eun-jung, you can’t rub me there like that… It keeps sending these tingling sparks up and it feels so weird… Really… you shouldn’t do this…
“…Lee Seon-ah.”
“Eek…!”
I had been quietly twitching my hips, trying to endure the pleasure, when I heard my name and turned my head—only to jump in surprise at Han-na’s face right in front of me.
“This won’t do… Hey, Cha Eun-jung.”
“Hm? Why are you calling me?”
“I’m taking Seon-ah for a bit.”
The moment she said that, Han-na stood up while still holding my arm and began dragging me somewhere. Ah, our trays are still on the table… As I was being pulled away, I glanced back and saw Eun-jung waving her hand as if to say not to worry and just go.
…I’ll have to buy her something delicious from the snack bar later.
That was what I thought as Han-na dragged me out of the cafeteria.
The rooftop during lunch break, completely empty of people.
“Be honest with me.”
“A-about what…?”
“…”
In the shaded area near the entrance, Han-na stood with her arms crossed, quietly staring at me. Even if she looked at me like that, I couldn’t tell her… There was no way I could say I was avoiding skinship with her because I was scared I’d go into heat again.
I fidgeted with my fingers, reading Han-na’s expression, and eventually decided to escape this suffocating situation.
“Han-na. I’m kind of busy… If you don’t have anything else to say, I’ll head down first. Sorry…”
“You’re not going anywhere.”
“Huh…? Ouch…!”
Thud— Han-na suddenly grabbed my wrist as I tried to slip away and slammed both of my wrists against the wall, pinning me there.
“Han-na, my wrists hurt…”
“…”
“Hey, let go…”
Kim Han-na had completely immobilized me and was glaring at me in silence. The moment I saw that look in her eyes, I froze like a fish in front of a cat.
“Lee Seon-ah.”
“Y-yes…?”
Han-na’s low, serious voice rang out. What on earth was she going to say…
“……Do you hate me now?”
…Huh?
“What are you talking about? Why would I hate you…?”
I blinked in confusion, staring at her, but when I saw the faint tears gathering at the corners of her eyes, it felt like the breath had been knocked out of me.
“Then why do you keep avoiding me?”
“…”
“During break, when I come to find you and try to hold your hand, you yank it away. When I try to hug you from behind, you run off…”
“That’s… there’s a reason for that…”
“But when I ask what the reason is, you won’t tell me.”
“…I’m sorry. But it’s really not because I hate you. Please believe me…”
“Anyone can say that with just words.”
Han-na spoke in a dejected voice, then suddenly released my wrists that had been pinned to the wall.
“Whatever… Just go. I’ll stay here and get some air before heading down.”
“…”
I had finally gotten the chance to escape the situation I wanted, but seeing Han-na’s lonely back as she trudged toward the railing… I couldn’t bring myself to take a single step.
…Alright. Let’s do this.
“H-Han-na!”
“…?”
“If you can’t trust my words, then… can you at least trust my pussy?”
I called out to her loudly, then said,
“Look. If I really hated you, I wouldn’t be this— eut— wet.”
I rolled up the front of my skirt so Han-na could see clearly, pushed my hips forward, and used both hands to spread my pussy lips wide apart. The moment I did, my pussy—which had been soaking wet ever since she pinned me against the wall—parted with a wet schlick, revealing my hot, flushed inner folds.
“…You’re drenched.”
“Yeah… It’s all because of you that I’m this wet.”
“…”
Han-na stared blankly at me spreading my pussy for a moment, then slowly walked over and crouched down in front of me. She reached out a finger toward my glistening folds… then suddenly froze.
“You can touch it just like that… This isn’t the ‘Test.’ It’s just me proving that I don’t hate you…”
Maybe because we had decided to pause the Test for exam studying, Han-na was hesitating to touch me. I encouraged her and spread my pussy even wider with my fingertips so she could check more easily.
“Hurry, touch it here and confirm— huup…!”
The same strong hand that had roughly pinned me against the wall earlier now gently pushed into my pussy with the utmost care. She started with her index finger, then after confirming how my juices were foaming up, she added her middle and ring fingers as well, stuffing all three deep inside me.
Then she began slowly moving them back and forth, digging into my tight passage. It wasn’t as delicate or precise as Eun-jung’s technique that targeted all my weak spots, but this rough, straightforward way of touching me felt so much like Han-na that I loved it even more. Plus, because she was so tall, her fingers were really long… which meant she could reach even deeper inside me.
“Now do you… huup, understand that I don’t hate you…?”
“Nope? I still don’t really get it.”
As she said that and looked up at me, a mischievous expression had settled on Han-na’s face.
“Is this intensity good?”
“Hek, heuup… right now, it’s s-so gooood…!”
Leaning my back against the wall, Han-na held me tightly in one arm, squeezing me close… while her other hand roughly thrust into my pussy over and over. With my breathing restricted and my head growing hazy from the slight lack of oxygen, the way she pounded into me like she was slapping my pussy felt so good… Because of the light choking, my pussy was clenching even tighter than usual, making every sensitive spot rub against her fingers. Even her straightforward movements felt overwhelmingly intense…
This… I think I could really get addicted to it…
“Seon-ah. …Do you like me?”
“Huup, heuup, huuuu♡”
Even as sparks of pleasure shot up my spine and fried my brain, I nodded my head vigorously in affirmation. There was no way I could ever hate Han-na to begin with, but after experiencing something like this even once, there was no way I could hate her even if I tried…
“Good. I like you too… a lot.”
The moment Han-na whispered that she liked me too, the arm squeezing my body tightened even more, and the fingers plunging into my pussy drove in almost to the hilt. That was the trigger. The pleasure that had built up to its limit inside me exploded in a chain reaction.
“……!!”
My hips jerked uncontrollably, spraying the love juices leaking from my pussy all over the rooftop floor. My back and neck stiffened, and my whole body trembled violently as if having a seizure. The lack of oxygen and the fingers stuffed deep inside my pussy all melted away from my mind, leaving only an overwhelming, tingling ecstasy. I became nothing more than a drooling, climaxing doll.
It was the kind of pussy orgasm that made me wonder if I might actually die from it… When my flickering vision finally returned, I saw Han-na sitting on the floor, holding me tightly in her arms and gently stroking my hair.
“You awake?”
“Ah… yeah.”
“Then let’s head down quickly. Lunch break is almost over.”
…It felt like she had barely touched my pussy at all, but time had already flown by like this. I still wanted a little more, but I guess I had to hold back…
“Yeah, okay.”
“If it’s hard to stand, put your arm around my shoulder and try to put strength in your legs.”
Han-na supported my languid body and flung open the door to the rooftop staircase. But standing right there was…
“…Music teacher?”
Han Soo-hee stood there with a sullen expression, hands shoved into the pockets of her suit.
“Yeah. Are you two done using the rooftop?”