Chapter 38
Translator - Zofu
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Once, twice, three times.
Every time my pussy takes Kim Tae-ho's cock, my mind goes hazy.
It's crazy how good it feels.
Getting impaled on that pole feels this good. Not just 'mentally'...
Even if it's just my 'body.' I never imagined it would feel this good. Insanely good.
My hazy, unfocused eyes gaze at Kim Tae-ho's body.
A heavy, muscle-covered body. A true 'male's' body. Impaled on his cock, my mind is hazy.
I should... pull away now. I have to...
But I don't want to.
"Hah, haah, heh... ah...! Haa..."
My boyfriend... never reached this deep.
He couldn't reach.
My boyfriend... not even close to this.
He couldn't reach.
"Heh, hah... haah..."
I stare at Kim Tae-ho's heavy, strong 'male' body.
The most masculine body.
Endless panting. My breath escapes my lips. Every time my pussy takes his cock, a strange... thought occurs to me.
That body, slightly. Just a little bit.
Seems a bit... cool.
My hips move without rest. Then...
"Hah!?♡"
By accident.
My pussy swallows his cock to the root.
Pleasure so overwhelming that everything before feels like dust. It rises from the tips of my hips. Wh-what is this? My eyes swim. The glans bounces against my cervix. My twitching cervical opening repeats swallowing and releasing the glans.
I realize instinctively. Sex with the body... compared to 'mental' sex.
There's no comparison. It feels infinitely better.
This is dangerous.
If I learn about this...
It's dangerous.
Even so. And yet. And yet.
I can't stop my hips.
"Haa...♡ Heh, hah... ah, hah... hmm♡"
An expression completely melted in pleasure.
My pupils roll back with each thrust, my mouth hangs open like an idiot, drool stretching down. Tears form at the corners of my eyes from unbearable pleasure, my face flushed red.
Ah... it was real.
The same expression as Han Ye-rin.
I'm making... the same expression she did.
When I'm impaled on Kim Tae-ho's cock, I too...
Become just like Han Ye-rin.
Sex in my head. I can think of nothing but sex.
Now... I'm starting to understand Han Ye-rin a little.
When you're impaled like this.
You couldn't care less about a boyfriend.
Just a tiny bit.
Just a little.
Just slightly, but...
My 'mind' starts to focus on Kim Tae-ho.
A true 'male's' body.
A true 'male's' cock.
I am...
Female.
Just... an endlessly weak 'female.'
Not in a 'protecting' position.
But a 'being protected' position.
Before this cock.
Simply.
Female.
"Hah, hoh... haah... heh, hmm♡ Hah."
My entire mind focuses on my pussy.
A ruthless cock pounds my pussy. No, I'm the one moving... and yet. For some reason.
It feels like I'm being fucked.
A complete role reversal. I'm in the 'forcing' position, but 'mentally' it's completely different.
Like I'm being overwhelmed.
Not my pussy wrapping around the cock—
But the cock stirring my pussy, cock-led sex.
Completely different from the pussy-led sex I had with my boyfriend. Unlike when I was with my boyfriend...
It feels insanely good.
My hips move without rest.
My fluttering skirt is stained with mixed fluids of arousal and pre-cum.
A summer in September. A man and a woman. Hidden between garden walls. Having sex.
Each with their own separate lovers.
And then, an emotion squeezing up in my chest.
Guilt.
An incredibly dangerous emotion. At the same time.
An emotion I've endlessly denied.
That emotion. Slowly.
Erodes my heart.
The boyfriend I loved so much. Whom I gave endless love. My eternal boyfriend. The love where I was the 'giver.'
Could I have known being the 'receiver' would be this joyful?
Until now, I only gave pleasure. If my boyfriend was happy, that was enough. But now.
I don't think I'll be satisfied.
Today, for the first time.
Because I've received 'love.'
...In the form of pleasure.
"Heh, hah, haa... hah! Hmm, hah... heh♡"
Kim Tae-ho's cock starts to swell.
I-is he about to come? I should stop my hips, but I can't. My body reacts to the pleasure. My pussy, again and again. Again and again...
Craves semen.
My walls start to squeeze the shaft. Kim Tae-ho's balls rise up. Now, soon...
Kim Tae-ho grabs my shoulders.
"Hah!?♡"
Then he forcibly pushes me off and pulls out his cock. At the same time—
Thick semen flows from the tip of his cock.
"Hah... hah... fuck..."
I examine Kim Tae-ho's expression. A relieved expression. Like he came back from death.
"Now, hah, don't... do this again."
Kim Tae-ho looks at me with determined eyes. Saying this can't continue. Stop. With his cock pulled out, I come to my senses too.
That was dangerous.
S-sorry...
I pick up my panties from the ground and leave, hiding my flushed face.
It was really dangerous. Like an idiot...
I had sex without taking contraceptives.
What the...! How sex-crazed do you have to be to make a mistake like this? I take out an artifact and clean up the semen.
Today was dangerous. If he had come inside...
Cold sweat runs down my face.
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I almost fucked up big time.
I almost creampied a girl who might not be on the pill. Cold sweat won't stop pouring down my forehead. I really almost fucked up royally.
What the fuck is this situation?
A mix of emptiness and embarrassment. Next, a feeling of 'utter disbelief' fills my chest.
Wait, weren't we just friends?
Why the fuck are we having sex!
I smack my forehead, feeling like I'm going crazy.
The second time. Lee Ah-rin has fucked me twice now. And forcibly at that. I tried to stop, but I was too scared by the gap in our status, the level of threats. No, if I try anything, I'll die.
Lee Ah-rin is similar to Han Ye-rin, yet different.
If you reject Han Ye-rin... the girlfriend dies.
If you reject Lee Ah-rin... I die.
Damn! How does it fit so perfectly!
So Seo-ha and I are truly meant to be? Is that it? In a situation where only the girlfriend dies, 'I' was added!
Now... we're the same? They say people in love grow alike. But fuck.
There's no need to be alike in this way!
With mixed feelings, I grab my forehead.
I wrap a magic formula around my hand and clean the arousal fluid, pre-cum, and semen from my cock. I grab my fallen belt, pull up my pants, and fasten the belt around my waist.
Hah.
While having sex, I see Lee Ah-rin's expression.
Exactly the same as Han Ye-rin's...
I realize instinctively.
This sex won't end with just once or twice.
Probably it'll continue... fuck.
Oh God.
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A ship that's already left can't be caught.
I collect myself.
Lee Ah-rin is no longer a 'friend.' Rather than a friend... she's a newly appeared 'trial.' Another rapist trying to fuck me after Han Ye-rin. It's hopeless, but it's not hopeless. Something remains.
A friend... remains!
There's still a ship that hasn't left.
My second... no, first friend since coming to the academy. A walking army. The academy's greatest magic genius. A tteokbokki ghost crazy for tteokbokki. Despite her strength, a coward who freezes at real monsters. A short, cute, gray-haired girl.
There's Seol-ah!
My only remaining friend.
I won't lose you. The only person I can rely on in this academy. The only light shining on me in this maddening situation. The only person. The only friend... just, the only one.
Where is Seol-ah?
I just want to rest now. I want to be beside the only sane person among these crazies. That uniquely slightly dazed, tired-looking face, slightly messy hair, hair falling to about half her waist, small hands, half-closed eyes... the features are clear. She should be around here...
H-hello...
At the end of the hallway, I see Seol-ah. Her movements are unusual. Slightly, she's limping.
What... happened?
Where are you hurt?
I approach as friendly as possible.
Seol-ah meets my eyes. Slightly cloudy pupils. Gray eyes look at me. I lower my head and see her ankle is slightly swollen.
Uhh... I'm on my way to the infirmary...
But this... isn't just recovery magic.
Recovery magic is on the difficult side. There's a reason hospitals still exist despite magic. Seol-ah could probably do it, but... she's probably going to the infirmary because it's a hassle.
Want help?
Huh...?
I can help a friend who's hurt. I stand before Han Seol-ah, turn around, and kneel on one knee.
Get on.
Th-that... is that okay...?
Seol-ah seems a bit flustered.
It's fine. Totally fine! You're my only friend, I can do this much. It's okay to get on.
Th-thank you...
Seol-ah carefully wraps her arms around my neck.
As expected, light. Seol-ah presses completely against my back. I grab Seol-ah's legs and stand up. Now, to the infirmary!
Tae-ho... it's a bit... embarrassing...
I glance aside and see Seol-ah's face turning red.
Ah! It's fine, it's fine! You're hurt! We're friends, I can do this much! Maybe, it's because you're a little anxious. You got fucked over by a friend you trusted. You want to protect the remaining friend... anyway, I can do this much!
Eyes around us stick to us.
Expressions of having seen something they shouldn't, faces slightly flushed, those gazes follow me. While carrying Seol-ah... I remember the past. I used to carry my girlfriend like this too... should I report this to my girlfriend... No.
I-it's just something for a friend, right?
It's not really cheating.
She's just my only remaining friend. This much is fine.
Sometimes when guys get hurt playing soccer, they lend shoulders and support each other. But Seol-ah and I have too much of a height difference, so I have to carry her. There are no feelings beyond friendship. Absolutely.
Well, this much is fine!
I look beside me and Seol-ah's face is bright red.
She must be embarrassed. Let's hurry. As I walk quickly, Lee Ah-rin appears before me.
H-huh?
Lee Ah-rin looks at me, flustered.
My expression stiffens automatically. Q-quick, let's go. I quicken my pace. Cold sweat runs. As I walk, the infirmary comes into view.
Right now... let's just worry about Seol-ah.
Hah.
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My heart pounds.
My cheeks flush, my head faces down, my blue hair trembles. Even if I want to deny this feeling, even though I want to deny it, it keeps following me.
Why. How. Why do I look at Kim Tae-ho.
And think he looks 'cool'?
Idiotic. Having sex was idiotic. Feeling this way is also idiotic.
I see Kim Tae-ho carrying Seol-ah on his back, heading to the infirmary. That's fine. I can assume there's a reason and move on. But... strangely. Seeing Seol-ah leaning on Kim Tae-ho... my heart pounds.
Such a vulnerable appearance. And leaning on a strong man.
At that situation and that sight. My cheeks turn bright red. It's strange. This is strange.
I... like weak men.
Feeling this way is strange.
Is my mind gone because I had sex? 'Strength' isn't needed in my love... just being weak is enough.
Really, just a little.
Just a tiny bit.
Really, just slightly...
A strong man... seems good too.
I end up thinking.
A man strong in sex, strong in daily life. And—
Me.
A man who protects me.
A complete reversal. Not the 'protecting' relationship I have with my boyfriend.
But a relationship where I receive protection.
Such a relationship...
Just a tiny bit.
I start to wish for it.
Not wanting to show my flushed face, I cover it with my hand. I don't know. I don't know what I'm feeling. For now, for now... let's go back.
Really... I feel like I'm going crazy!
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