Paying the Debt in Class
Had there ever been a moment in my life when my spine felt this cold? I felt the blood in my entire body turn to ice, my pupils shaking violently.
"...Hey. What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Hmm? What do you mean?"
I gestured with my eyes toward Baek Seol-ah, who was sitting right next to me, demanding an explanation. But she merely tilted her head with an innocent, clueless expression. Putting aside the fact that even that cute little gesture was starting to look adorable to me, her sheer audacity in this moment made a cold sweat break out all over my body.
Slide, slide.
Once Baek Seol-ah's switch was flipped, she knew no hesitation. Just like always.
She expertly pulled my pants halfway down, dragging my underwear along with them. Glancing down at my exposed member with a faint smile, she wrapped her left hand around it. From where I sat, it was enough to drive me absolutely insane.
Had this girl forgotten that we were in a lecture hall? No matter how secluded our corner was, this was way too much.
"Hey, Baek Seol... Seol-ah. Stop, stop it."
I quickly turned to her, whispering in a low voice while pleading with my eyes for her to stop. If I raised my voice even a fraction, the instructor at the podium or the other students might notice us.
But since she had already threatened to scream if I resisted, I couldn't use physical force either. Repeating the same desperate plea was my only option. I was so desperate that I even caught myself before using my usual teasing nickname, 'Baek Seol-gi,' quickly correcting it to her real name as I begged for mercy. And yet...
"It's your fault. Why did you have to treat me like some annoying nuisance...? It hurt my pride."
"...No, seriously, you crazy bitch."
A snapped Baek Seol-ah was utterly merciless. She glared at me through half-lidded eyes, treating me like the bad guy, which made a genuine curse slip past my lips in sheer frustration. Unlike usual, however, Seol-ah didn't seem to mind at all, merely offering a bright, serene smile.
"Don't worry. I don't want to get caught doing this in public either."
"What the fuck..."
I let out a dry, dumbfounded laugh. Weren't her words and actions completely contradictory? For someone who claimed she didn't want to get caught, her hand was moving with absolute, shameless confidence.
But it seemed Seol-ah's definition of 'not wanting to get caught' was slightly different from mine. She didn't mean she would avoid doing risky things to prevent getting caught. No, her mindset was closer to: As long as no one actually catches us in the end, it doesn't matter what we do.
Seol-ah's lips curled into a sadistic smirk.
"So just stay still. As long as you don't thrash around uselessly, there's no way we'll get caught."
"...You crazy..."
"And try not to make any noise. It would be quite embarrassing for both of us if a sound slipped out, wouldn't it?"
I couldn't open my mouth any further. I was technically obeying her instructions, but obviously, it wasn't out of my own free will.
Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke—
"...!"
Because by then, Seol-ah's hand had already wrapped gently around my shaft and begun to stroke it. I had to grit my teeth to resist the intense wave of pleasure surging up from my lower half.
This girl is seriously...!
My eyes glared sharply at Seol-ah, who had pressed her body flush against mine, but she maintained her cool, nonchalant demeanor. In other words, while her hand was busy stroking my cock under the desk, her eyes were fixed forward. Her acting was truly spectacular.
To any casual observer, she looked like nothing more than an exemplary student focusing on the lecture. The more convincing her act was, the more frustrated I became. She was actually evolving.
...It feels like just yesterday she was screaming at me that five times was too much.
Yet here she was, giving me a handjob as if paying off her 'debt' was the most natural thing in the world. I bit my lip, struggling to keep my face from contorting.
Maybe 'evolving' wasn't the right word. Looking back, Seol-ah had always shown me these sides of her. To be precise, it was more like her personality flipped a full 180 degrees the moment her switch was turned on.
And as infuriating as it was, I was usually the one who flipped that switch. ...Though, I could swear I rarely did it on purpose. Or did I?
"Ngh..."
In any case, these were useless thoughts. I wasn't in a position to indulge in them. I exhaled deeply as another electric jolt of pleasure rippled through my lower body. Even though we were in a lecture hall surrounded by countless other students, it was impossible to remain completely numb to Seol-ah's touch. To be honest, her hand technique was quite skilled.
Actually, to be completely honest, it felt fucking amazing. The fact that the Baek Seol-ah was casually resting her chin on her hand in the middle of a lecture hall... doing something she probably would have only done for her boyfriend, but doing it to me instead. The sheer psychological thrill added to the physical sensation, sending an unbelievable wave of pleasure crashing over me.
I squeezed my eyes shut, and Seol-ah, seemingly growing excited, began to move her hand more boldly.
"Mmh, Han Taeyang. Look at that face... See? It's so much better when you behave."
Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke...!
The squelching sound of her hand sliding over my pre-cum grew increasingly lewd. Seol-ah continued the handjob, letting the slick fluid coat her pale palm. Using the instructor's lecturing voice as a shield, she carried out this thrilling, dangerous act. Heat began to flush not only my face but Seol-ah's as well. A wicked, lustful smile spread across her lips.
"...Doing this in such an open place makes me feel even more aroused than usual. You too, right?"
"..."
"Haa... Back then, I flatly rejected Hyun-seong when he suggested doing it outdoors. My, how things change..."
Seol-ah did most of the talking, while I was forced to listen. Given our current positions, I had no choice.
...Just wait until this class is over, you damn woman. I'm going to destroy you.
If I opened my mouth carelessly right now and failed to control my volume, a total disaster would unfold. Resting one arm on the desk, my body trembled slightly as I glared sideways at Seol-ah, my eyes burning with silent fury.
"...That look."
Seol-ah met my gaze with practiced ease, her smile carrying a thrill of excitement.
"Yeah, I can't quite put it into words, but I love it. It makes my lower abdomen feel so hot."
"—"
"I swear, I don't know when I became such a pervert..."
Leaning in close, she whispered directly into my ear.
"...It's all your fault, Han Taeyang."
"...!"
"Take responsibility, my fellow pervert."
In an instant, a sharp jolt shot through me, making my entire body shudder as if struck by lightning.
"Hah, ngh."
Needless to say, there was no mistaking what that meant. My face contorted in a mix of pleasure and agony as a short groan escaped me, causing Seol-ah's eyes to widen.
"Oh... Are you about to come? That's a bit faster than usual."
"...Kgh?!"
"I guess that means this situation is just as exciting for you. Well, either way is fine by me."
Since she was already leaning in to whisper, her face was right next to mine. There was no distance between us. Without hesitation, she darted her tongue out and licked the inside of my ear.
"...Pfft, hehe. Just like always, you can let go whenever you want, Han Taeyang. I'll catch it for you..."
"—!"
That was my absolute limit. With those sweet words from Seol-ah, my entire body went rigid, and the urge to ejaculate exploded.
Spurt, spurt!
Wrapped tightly in Seol-ah's soft hand under the desk, my cock twitched violently. It pulsed repeatedly, releasing the evidence of her handiwork.
Right on cue, Seol-ah pulled out a handkerchief with her other hand and wrapped it around the tip of my shaft, preventing the semen from splattering.
"Good boy, good boy. Let it all out...?"
Seol-ah wore a highly satisfied smile, clearly loving the situation. With a mischievous, almost devilish look in her eyes, she kept stroking my shaft to ensure I got the absolute maximum pleasure, thoroughly finishing the job.
Spurt, squirt...
"...Khh."
After a few more gentle, soothing strokes from her hand, the last of the semen traveling up my urethra completely soaked her handkerchief.
Her eyes shining with a hazy, post-orgasmic luster, Seol-ah folded the handkerchief in half and used the drier side to wipe down my glans. Her professionalism made it seem like she knew exactly how to please a man better than anyone else.
"..."
I panted as quietly as possible, looking down at her with exhausted, heavy eyes.
"...Were you trying to get my handkerchief pregnant, Han Taeyang? Your load is as insane as always."
She delivered one last lewd remark, completely unaware of how much it stimulated me.
My body tensed up again, my lower half twitching slightly, which made Seol-ah's eyes widen.
"What, there's still more?"
True to her model student nature, she quickly cupped her bare palm beneath my twitching tip to catch the stray drops of semen leaking out. She clearly preferred getting her own hand dirty over letting it ruin the desk or the lecture hall floor.
I was left completely speechless. I stared at her with a complex mix of emotions as she wiped her semen-stained hand clean with the handkerchief. She stared down at the soiled cloth with a strange, conflicted expression.
"...Well, I'll definitely have to wash this."
After a brief, subtle twitch of her nose, she stuffed it into her pocket, pretending to be completely unbothered. Just as my own racing heart—which had been secretly anticipating something else—began to calm down...
"Ah."
"...?"
A brief silence fell. While I was busy trying to catch my breath while keeping an eye on the ongoing lecture, Seol-ah suddenly shifted her gaze behind me, letting out a soft gasp as her brow furrowed.
And then...
"...Sorry, Han Taeyang."
"What? What are you talking about all of a sudden?"
Her bitter, apologetic chuckle made me turn my head. And immediately, I froze solid, just like she had.
...I had been so focused on Seol-ah's handjob that despite thinking I was keeping an eye on our surroundings, I had completely failed to notice someone else's presence. Sitting in a seat that was neither too far nor too close to us was a male student.
He had pale green hair and eyes, marking him as a magic-type Awakener. He was a familiar face.
I frowned, recalling his name in my head.
Jung Jae-ha.
As you could probably guess from the unnecessarily detailed description of his appearance, he was one of the male protagonists in the original novel this world was based on.
Yes, that very guy—Jung Jae-ha, the boyfriend of the heroine Ryu Chae-eun—was staring at us with wide, horrified eyes. He was watching Baek Seol-ah as she gently licked away the remaining trace of semen on the back of her hand with the tip of her tongue...
His pupils shook violently as his gaze darted back and forth between me and Seol-ah. Seol-ah scratched her cheek with a slightly awkward expression and muttered:
"Oops. We got caught."
...No, "Oops" my ass, you crazy bitch. How can you be so damn calm?!