The One Watching from the Rooftop
Seoha, who had been standing motionless with wide eyes at the end of the corridor, slowly walks over and sits beside me. Her small frame is swallowed up by the shadows. "Were you eating this...?" I nod slowly. My stomach still feels queasy. "That's fascinating..." Seoha grabs the lunchbox. Then she asks, "Can I try some too...?" She's about to cross the Jordan River. I try to wave my hand to stop her— "Hahp, mmm..." but before I can, Seoha shoves something that barely resembles food into her mouth. Just looking at it makes my insides twist. Why the hell is she eating that?
"No, Seoha—" "It's not bad..." What? "It's chewy... The way it sticks to your mouth isn't terrible..." This... isn't terrible? My face goes slack in disbelief. "You okay?" "Mhm... Aside from the smell, it's not bad..." Seoha nibbles away at the meat-like substance. I pull out the half-eaten bread I'd stuffed in my pocket earlier. Turning my head, I look at her. "You're really going to keep eating that?" I ask, worried. Our eyes meet and she awkwardly shakes her head. She sets the lunchbox aside and takes the bread with her small hands. I tear open my own bread bag, finally about to eat something decent, when—
Buzz— My phone vibrates. I fish it out of my pocket and see the message.
Wait, what the fuck... The classroom?
"What is it? From Han Yerin...?" Seoha leans in closer. I quickly turn off the screen. That was close. "Why are you hiding it...?" There's a reason, Seoha. I swallow the sigh trying to escape. There's no rest. My dick never gets a break. The moment I snap back to reality, it's already buried inside a pussy, hips thrusting until I cum. I shouldn't be getting used to this, but as time passes... it almost feels normal now. I need to raise my grades too... but Han Yerin's guard is tighter than I expected. No matter how hard I study, my scores barely budge—probably because of all the stress. At this rate, I'll never get into the Special Force.
The more I think about it, the more anxious I get. Written exam: 2nd place. Practical: 3rd. Magic theory: 5th. Everything's exactly the same as before, except for practicals. The most urgent thing right now is... magic theory. I turn to look at Seoha. "What's wrong...?" My mind is racing. Getting closer to her matters, but there's something even more important. "Seoha. We're meeting up this weekend to hang out, right?" She nods. "After we hang out, if there's time left..." Want to study together at my place? Seoha's face flushes just a little. Wait, fuck. "Ah, no. That's not what I meant. There's that library, remember? Want to study there?" I fucked up. My voice trembles on its own. I'd gotten too comfortable and almost invited a girl straight to my house. If my girlfriend found out, my head would roll.
I check Seoha's expression. She's hung her head so low I can't see her face. "Y-yeah... that sounds good..." She nods with her head still down. "Um, hmm..." Seoha awkwardly nibbles at the bread. Once again, silence falls. Slowly, time passes. I turn to look at her again. She avoids my gaze, embarrassed. I slip my hand into my pocket and carefully pull out my phone.
After school?
The sun sinks low, casting an orange glow across the classroom windows. "You're here?" Lee Arin smiles awkwardly when she sees me. She slowly approaches. When I glance down, I catch sight of her juices trickling down between her thighs. Even if Seokho tries to help... it doesn't look like I can avoid this. I study her face. It's already flushed deep red, far deeper than the sunset outside. "Come a little closer..." Arin steps right up to me and slowly wraps her arms around my body. A faintly chilly aura presses against my chest. Fear crawls up my spine. It's obvious—Lee Arin is in love with me right now. Cold sweat breaks out. She's similar to Han Yerin, yet... different. But how the hell did she end up falling in 'love' with me?
I rack my brain. The photo. The one Arin first used to blackmail me. I thought Seokho had taken it at first. But... after talking with him yesterday, I realized there was no reason for Seokho to have taken a picture like that. At least he's sane. "Haa... ngh, haa... I love... you..." Goosebumps rise involuntarily. Arin rubs her body against mine, grinding slowly. She lifts one leg and presses her pussy firmly against my cock. Gradually, I start to get hard. I squeeze my eyes shut. There's no way Seokho ordered her to blackmail me. Our conversation made that clear. He's just a pitiful guy. Which means the only one left is... Arin herself.
"Hngh, haa... ngh, huu... haa... it feels... good..." Arin wraps her arms around my neck. Our eyes meet. Her expression is completely lost in love. Her lips slowly approach mine. I try to raise a hand to stop her. "Don't... block me...♡" Arin commands. Fuck. Her lips gently overlap with mine. "Chuu, chup, haup, chuuup, hup, chuup♡" A cold sensation forces its way into my mouth. My whole body feels refreshingly cool. Our tongues tangle, heavy breaths rushing in and out of my lungs. My mind grows hazy. Come to think of it, that photo... it was taken from the rooftop, wasn't it? I turn my gaze toward the window. The opposite rooftop. But how did she know we'd be having sex in the classroom... Did she climb up there and take the picture?
Wait a second, fuck. I'm pressed tightly against Arin right now. Why can't I feel a bra? Don't tell me... she's not wearing one? No. That's not it. I can feel a slight curve. She's wearing something. But... the amount of fabric is ridiculously small. What the hell? "Huuup, chuurup, chup, puha— hngh, haa... haa..." Arin pulls her lips away. A long, transparent string of saliva stretches between our tongues before snapping. "Hngh, Taeho... I can't... ngh, wait anymore..." She takes my hand and guides it downward. My fingers brush against the mound of her pussy. "Nngh, hngh, khuuh, haa... ngh, haa... move... them for me...♡"
I move my fingers. Cold sweat runs down my back. Something's off. I can't feel any panties. Is she really not wearing any? My expression fills with confusion. Then, at my fingertips— I catch the familiar feel of lace. Wait, isn't this the scrap of cloth Han Yerin was wearing? "Hngh, ngh, haa... You haven't even put it in yet, but I feel like I'm going to... ngh, haa...♡" Arin presses herself against me again. Her panting moans fill my ears. She clings to me and licks my neck with wet, sticky strokes. "Chuuup, chuurup, chuurub, chup..." Her cool tongue teases my throat. Then Arin grabs my cock with her hand. "Chuurup, chup, chuuup... huha— hngh, haa... Your cock must be suffering by now, right?♡"
She strokes my cock up and down. My hips twitch slightly. Then she lets go and pulls back a little. "Just watching... ngh, wasn't enough... ngh, haa..." Arin unbuttons her blouse one by one. When she takes off her top completely— "Haa... haa... Shall we start now?♡" Instead of a bra, that tiny scrap of fabric catches my eye. No fucking way. She really is wearing it? But wait... she said watching wasn't enough? Arin kneels and undoes the belt at my waist. As she pulls my pants all the way down, my heavy cock springs out from my underwear. "Hngh, ngh, haa... haa...♡" Arin moans breathlessly as she stares at my cock. Her hot breath brushes against it, making it twitch. "Nngh, huu... hup, chuurup..." She grabs my cock with her hand and starts sucking.
"Chuururup, chuurup, chup, huup, chuururup, haup♡" My cock keeps getting harder without end. The mouth that felt slightly cool gradually grows hotter. I look down at Arin. Her eyes are glazed over, her face bright red. Our gazes lock. "Nnghup, chup, pussy... is wet...♡ ngh, chuururup, haup, chuup♡" "Khuuugh..." Arin covers her eyes with her hand in embarrassment. Even while sucking me down to the root, she lifts her mouth to the tip and swirls her tongue around the head. She keeps her eyes covered the whole time, relentlessly stimulating my cock. My legs tremble from the pleasure. "Chuururup, chup, huup, juurup, chuuuup♡"
Arin takes my cock all the way to the base. Her nose presses against my groin. After swallowing me completely, she twists her head while still deepthroating. Her tongue moves endlessly, attacking every inch of my shaft. Her tongue is burning hot. Her lips stay glued to my groin as she bobs and twists in every direction. The head of my cock keeps bumping against the back of her throat. "Chuurup, chuuuup, hup, chuururrrrrup♡" Arin sucks me with vacuum force. It feels like my cock is going to get pulled off. I can't hold back anymore. My cock twitches and begins to swell. "Juurup, chup, huup!? Kup, chuurup, gulp... gulp, kup, huup..." Thick spurts of cum gush violently from the tip. Thick, sticky white semen mercilessly batters the back of Arin's throat. She keeps swallowing with wet gulps, never stopping, sucking every last drop while taking me to the root again.
Arin removes the hand covering her eyes and wraps her arms around my trembling waist. Her cool breasts press against my thighs. She grinds her face firmly into my groin, drinking down every last spurt of cum. Her warm breath puffs against my skin. I look down at her. Her expression is one of pure love for my cock. Even with my dick still in her mouth, she avoids my eyes. With wet slurping sounds, she licks my shaft and slowly pulls her head back. Finally— "Hnghup, hup, chuurup, puha— haa... haa..." My cock slips from her lips. When I look down, it's completely clean, not a trace of semen left. It's glistening with her saliva. "Haa... hngh, haa... I can't hold back anymore...♡"
Arin slowly stands up. She removes her skirt. The black micro-lingerie comes fully into view. The panties have a hole that completely exposes her pussy, and the bra is so tiny it barely covers her nipples. Arin turns her head to look at the chair. "Sit on that chair for me...♡" She pushes me down, forcing me onto the seat. "Hngh, s-stay still, okay? I'll get on your cock myself... hngh, haa... and shake my hips for you♡" The entrance of Arin's pussy touches my glans. With wet, obscene sounds, her pussy swallows my entire length. Something feels strange. A weird feeling keeps washing over me. Why... does this feel like déjà vu? My mind spins rapidly. That outfit, the timing, even this position... Oh. I remember now.
"Hngh, ngh, khuuh, haa... ngh, haa... hoook, ohh♡" Arin grinds her hips in circles before moving them up and down with wet squelches, wrapping my cock in her hot flesh. It's exactly the same as that time. The day after I was forced to fuck while on the phone with my girlfriend, when she first wore that scrap of cloth and we had sex in the classroom. The words I said back then are exactly the same. No, but wait a minute. How the hell does she know about all this? My head is in chaos. I don't understand. I turn to look at the opposite rooftop. Cold sweat pours down nonstop. Don't tell me. From beginning to end?
"Hngh, khuuh, haa... ngh, hooot, oooh♡" Her hips slam up and down, swallowing my cock halfway before devouring it to the root. Her burning hot pussy twitches greedily, consuming my cock with desperate hunger. So she wasn't just taking that one photo? Fuck. I'm losing my mind. And what's more— the photo Arin showed me was taken a full ten days after that day! Fuck. Does that mean... she watched us having outdoor sex from that opposite rooftop for over ten days? My mind goes blank. No. No, that can't be. I deny reality. Then one memory flashes through my mind.
'Why are you avoiding me?' 'U-uh!? I'm not! I'm not avoiding you!' The number of times Arin had avoided me was suspiciously high. I think back carefully. Strangely enough, the day after we had outdoor sex, Arin would deliberately avoid me the next day. It matched up perfectly, too perfectly. Fuck, haa. "Hngoot, ngh, heok, your cock... ngh, feels so good♡ haat, haa... hng, hoook♡" Arin grinds her hips with sticky passion. She stimulates me all the way to the base like she's serving me. She aggressively pounds and slams against my cock before swallowing it completely to the root, then swirls her hips in circles, filling her insides with my length. My glans relentlessly presses against her cervix.
"Hngh, hyaa, I think I'm going to cum again... ngh♡" My mind grows hazy. She moves her hips in tiny motions, squeezing my entire cock. I rack my brain desperately. Then— "Nngh, huaa, ngh, Taeho♡ ngh, ohh, w-wait a second. I have a favor to ask... hngh♡" Arin stops moving her hips. A favor? "Could you... " Arin turns her head to look at me. "Hold me like this... ngh, and fuck me hard?♡" What? Cold sweat runs down my back. My shirt is soaked. At this point... I'm certain. It's exactly the same as that time. I can't deny it anymore. Arin— she had been watching us have outdoor sex from the very beginning to the very end.
My trembling hands grab Arin's waist. "Hngh♡" She squirms, waiting for me to move. My mind feels distant. It can't keep up with the situation. Then another memory flashes through my head. The person I couldn't find no matter how hard I searched. The one hiding at the end of the corridor. The clues start clicking together in my mind. It's suspicious. The rooftop and the infirmary. I remember. Her reaction back then wasn't much different. The deliberate avoidance. Everything matches. If there's one thing that's different... it's that her reaction that day was the 'first' time. And amazingly, fuck— the day before that was the very first time we had outdoor sex in the classroom! The puzzle pieces fall perfectly into place. Then... the person hiding at the end of the corridor. Don't tell me. Was that you, Arin?
Hiding at the end of the corridor, I cover my mouth with my hand. "Hngh..." The wet, sticky sounds of pussy and cock slapping together fill the classroom. The more I hear them, the more... for some reason, my own pussy grows sticky too. My juices flow freely, completely soaking my panties. I'm sorry, Arin... Your sister... couldn't stop him. But. Don't worry. Someday, your sister will... 'satisfy' that monster... and return everything to the way it should be. Beneath my burning pussy, more juices drip down, wetting the corridor floor.