Repayment (1)
It felt like my blood was drying up—no, more like it was all rushing to one spot. Anyway, after barely suppressing that pretty unbearable state, lunchtime finally arrived.
“Ah, you didn’t do it?”
Lee Hyun-seong slightly raised his voice right in front of the locked Academy Rooftop Stairs.
“Shh, Hyun-seong. Want to get caught?”
“Ah... s-sorry.”
Of course, the next moment, when Baek Seol-ah narrowed her eyes and pressed her finger to her lips, he flinched and quickly checked her mood.
On the other hand, Baek Seol-ah seemed far more relaxed than her boyfriend as she fiddled with her hair and continued her explanation.
“Not that we didn’t do anything—we just stopped short of the end. We did everything else, so don’t worry. And I definitely got the video.”
She indirectly referenced what had happened to her last night in Han Taeyang’s bedroom as she pulled out her smartphone.
Lee Hyun-seong swallowed dryly without thinking.
That video was in there. His girlfriend—the one he loved and cherished more than anyone—wrapped in another man’s arms.
A precious recording born from her gratefully honoring his own twisted request.
His gaze drifted there inevitably. Naturally, Baek Seol-ah noticed the blatant stare.
She let out a soft chuckle and shook her phone with a mischievous, impish grin.
“What? You want it? Wanna watch it right now?”
“...N-no, I mean...”
“Of course I’ll send it later since you asked for it... but you can’t even wait until school’s out? It’s not much longer.”
Lee Hyun-seong couldn’t muster a reply and averted his eyes from Baek Seol-ah’s. His face burned bright red as a bonus.
Baek Seol-ah watched her boyfriend for a moment, then let out a light laugh like she couldn’t help it.
“Just hold on a bit. After classes end... let’s head to the dorm together.”
“...!”
She didn’t spell it out, but the words dripped with explicit suggestion.
Lee Hyun-seong gulped down empty air and looked up. Baek Seol-ah beamed at him.
Sure, she’d been disappointed in all sorts of ways, and he looked pathetic afterward... but if his antics still made her smile like that, her affection must be alive and well.
Feeling that anew, Baek Seol-ah nodded toward the stairs below.
“Shall we head down? If we linger too long, someone might get suspicious.”
“Y-yeah.”
Lee Hyun-seong had always been the type to fold against Baek Seol-ah. And now, this incident had given her a solid leash on him.
Her taking full control of their relationship dynamic was only natural.
“B-but, Seol-ah... could you tell me why you couldn’t go all the way yesterday?”
“...Huh?”
Still, Lee Hyun-seong couldn’t shake his curiosity about last night.
Baek Seol-ah paused mid-step on the stairs at his tentative question.
‘...Why couldn’t we go all the way?’
It wasn’t annoyance at him prying into that detail or anything.
“Um, well... you see...”
It was just a little embarrassing.
Even if he had started all this with his request, saying it outright to her boyfriend’s face—not even indirectly—was a bit much.
Baek Seol-ah’s porcelain-pale cheeks tinted pink. She twisted a strand of hair around her finger, pretending to be casual.
It didn’t last. Pinned by Lee Hyun-seong’s relentless stare, she finally cleared her throat awkwardly.
“Ahem. It’s nothing big. Just... while Han Taeyang was caressing me, my body got too worn out.”
“...Huh?”
“He’s really good at handling a woman. I came so much before we even got to the main event—enough that I passed out from exhaustion without realizing.”
“...”
Maybe hearing that from his girlfriend’s lips made Lee Hyun-seong uncomfortable too. It was the kind of story that would.
That’s why Baek Seol-ah fidgeted with her fingers, embarrassed, and sneaked a glance at his reaction.
“...Hyun-seong?”
“Huh? Oh.”
She’d underestimated her boyfriend’s kink.
Baek Seol-ah blinked, thrown by his unexpected response.
She’d climaxed excessively under Han Taeyang’s touch—something that should annoy him. Yet Lee Hyun-seong seemed totally fine.
No, more than fine...
“Ugh, you’re such a pervert.”
“...Ugh.”
He looked happy. His eyes quivered faintly, but that subtle flush gave him away.
Baek Seol-ah shot him a tiny look of disdain and sighed.
Her gaze drifted downward—and sure enough, his pants were noticeably tented.
The contempt in her golden eyes deepened.
“Haa.”
Of course, it faded fast when Lee Hyun-seong hung his head in shame.
“You’re really hopeless, you know that?”
“...Hic.”
With a soft chuckle, Baek Seol-ah slyly brushed her hand over his crotch.
Not groping lewdly—just a quick, teasing graze.
“S-Seol-ah...”
“...Mmm.”
But it was enough. Blood surged to Lee Hyun-seong’s lower half, making his steps awkward as hell.
Baek Seol-ah covered her mouth with that same hand and giggled.
Ding-dong-dang—
Right then, the bell rang, signaling five minutes to the end of lunch.
Baek Seol-ah and Lee Hyun-seong both looked up. She descended first, throwing him a shallow smile.
“You’re late. I’ll head out first? See you after classes, Hyun-seong.”
“...Ah. Y-yeah.”
They were in the same class, but Cheonun Academy had rotating sessions too.
And as awakeners on different paths, their schedules often split.
Lee Hyun-seong could only watch her go, still waddling awkwardly.
Baek Seol-ah seemed slyer somehow since yesterday.
‘She’s gotten even sexier in a weird way...’
He was the one getting toyed with, flustered nonstop—but he had zero intention of changing it back.
He didn’t even have the will.
Gazing at her retreating figure, Lee Hyun-seong’s face looked plainly delighted, awkwardness aside.
Her new vibe nailed his tastes perfectly.
Too many thoughts.
Paradoxically, that meant no coherent ones at all.
You can’t string ideas together when your head’s a tangled mess.
Sigh.
That was me right now. Head cluttered, so my mind blanked instead.
The reason? Obvious.
“Hi.”
“Uh, hi.”
Moving class. Plenty of empty seats in the room. Yet this one plops down right next to me.
I reflexively answered the girl’s greeting—her snow-white hair swaying as she sat—then froze, brow furrowing.
I turned. Baek Seol-ah was setting her textbook on the desk.
What the hell.
Why’s she here?
Sensed my stare? She turned, meeting my eyes.
“What? Something to say?”
“...”
I shot her a silent look conveying my full awkwardness.
Why sit here? Empty seats everywhere.
“...Just, got stuff to talk about from yesterday.”
“You say that so boldly—like messing around in class is no big deal...”
“You’re not the nitpicky type.”
My irritated reply got a leisurely smile in return.
Ignoring the sidelong glances from other students, she pressed on.
“Sorry again, Han Taeyang. Yesterday was all my fault—no excuses.”
“...”
“Didn’t mean to fall asleep... but I bet it pissed you off plenty.”
I stayed silent, but she wasn’t fishing for a reply.
Obvious as hell anyway.
We’d nailed the foreplay. My desire raging, ready to unleash—and the one supposed to take it as “repayment” for my caresses? Lights out first.
How dumbfounded was I, coming back from the convenience store with condoms to find her sprawled on the bed?
I fixed her with a flat, justified glare of complaint.
Like she knew she was guilty, she coughed awkwardly and offered an alternative.
“Not much as payback, but... um, what about...”
“Huh?”
“...Anything you want from me? Or whatever.”
“...”
I froze for a split second, then bugged my eyes and turned fully to her.
Teacher not here yet. Classroom still buzzing pre-class.
Baek Seol-ah sat primly beside me, ears faintly pink as she sneaked a glance my way.