School Life 2: Rival's Burning Glare
This world in the game feels strangely realistic. I don't know if it was set up that way from the start or if it became more real when the game turned into reality, but it's not much different from the actual world. PE class was the same.
Usually, when lining up for PE, boys and girls stand separately in numerical order. It varies by teacher, but most do it that way. Here too. Boys and girls separate, lining up by number. And right next to me was Choi Yubin.
Crazy... I figured since numbers are by name order, she wouldn't be next to me, but by some twist of fate—or joke of destiny—it's her. I was too intimidated to even glance her way. But Choi Yubin was glaring at me with fiery eyes. The reason was obvious. In front of a girl who openly shows she likes Jung Taeyang, I'd basically declared that I'm the one with the special relationship with him.
Should I take it back now and say it's nothing? But everyone in school already knows about me and Jung Taeyang. At this point, I'm just hoping she doesn't curse me out for teasing her.
No good options... Still, it's partly Choi Yubin's fault for bruising someone else's pride. Even so, she sticks to me every day, and she came looking like that this morning too—what did she expect when she asked the guy himself? I don't know what pride this even is, but I just didn't want to lose. Maybe losing to Jung Taeyang all the time has fueled this pointless competitive streak.
Hoo. I sighed and finally met Choi Yubin's gaze. Then immediately looked down. I'd tried to hold an eye-staring contest, even briefly, but realized I couldn't win against her. She had that overwhelming delinquent vibe from the first time I saw her. I quietly turned away.
Anyway.
*
I don't know what kind of school does this, but the teacher just made us do warm-ups and left. Of course, thanks to the outfit only I could see, even the warm-ups were torture for me. Anyway, after that, the teacher vanished. Said it was free time, play however. During free time, most boys played among themselves, while the girls sat chatting. Jung Taeyang was off with the guys playing basketball. Lucky him. I don't have friends. The only one I could kinda call a friend is him, and watching him hang out with others just depresses me.
"So lonely..."
And it's basketball of all things, so I can't join. I never played even as a guy. Thinking about it, like it or not, Jung Taeyang holds a huge place in my life. Without him, I literally have no one to talk to. I crouched in the corner, watching his basketball game. Staring blankly at him, someone approached from the side.
"Hey."
It was Choi Yubin. I pretended not to hear, curling up tighter. I even closed my eyes. The classic "I'm tired and fell asleep" tactic.
"Get up."
But her nudges toppled me over. I awkwardly pretended to just wake up and turned my head.
"Wh-what?"
Choi Yubin was already sitting next to me. I freaked out and scooted toward the pillar, but she stubbornly followed. Eventually, with our bodies pressed together, I gave up resisting.
"Mm..."
She grabbed my face and stared. I trembled like prey before a predator. Also, isn't her face a bit too close? Our lips could touch any second. After studying my face for a long while, she let go and leaned back, nodding like she got it.
...What?
*
After PE ended, I was back in the classroom, sitting. Back then, I'd be drenched in sweat post-PE, but sitting here all fresh and dry felt weird. Soon, sweaty Jung Taeyang plopped down next to me. I stared at him blankly.
"What?"
What do you mean what? My eyes just keep going there. Instead of saying it, I kept staring. My gaze lingered on his sweat-soaked hair and body.
"Want me to wipe your sweat...?"
Then Choi Yubin's voice came from the side. Her face flushed anyone could see, striking a sexy pose that didn't suit her. She kept glancing my way, fidgeting with the handkerchief in her hand.
"Nah, just hand me the handkerchief."
Jung Taeyang grinned and took it. Choi Yubin looked a bit disappointed but smiled, then walked off while eyeing me. She's totally doing that to rub it in my face, right? Suddenly, I got pissed. Of course, I don't like Jung Taeyang. That's a fact everyone can agree on. But I can't just take this provocation. It's not because I actually like him—it's about a guy's pride being challenged.
"Ack."
Snapping to, I realized I'd linked arms with Jung Taeyang and snuggled right into him. He looked pleased but awkward about the sweat. Why did I suddenly do this? It didn't make sense, but whatever—might as well roll with it.
"Want me to wipe your sweat...?"
I looked up at him and said. Naturally, he handed me the handkerchief. I grabbed it and diligently wiped his forehead, face, neck—everywhere—before letting go.
"Th-thanks..."
He blushed at his ears and turned away. I've noticed before, but his ears turn red so easily. His lips twitched up too. Cute. That's what I thought watching him. And the moment I did, my arm unlinked from him.
What the hell?
"Uh, um... okay then..."
I went back to my seat. Oh right, what to do with this handkerchief? It's Choi Yubin's, and soaked with Jung Taeyang's sweat—I don't wanna keep it long. Thinking that, I stuffed it in my bag. Use it once later and toss it...
Suddenly, a chill hit me from behind. I turned. There was Choi Yubin, glaring through the window. I smiled sweetly at her.
"..."
She gritted her teeth and beckoned. Come out, probably. I stood and headed out of the classroom. Sure enough, she snarled the second she saw me.
"Hand over the handkerchief."
"No thanks?"
"It's my handkerchief."
"Don't you know Taeyang used it to wipe his sweat? I'll wash it later and give it back."
"I'll wash it, so give it."
That's when it happened.
"Yubin, suck my dick a bit."
"Y-yes♡"
A passing guy tried to use Choi Yubin. She glared at me, then turned all cutesy and followed him. Serves her right.
"..."
Wait, no—this isn't something to gloat over. At some point, I'd gotten serious about it. No way. Why would I get genuinely into a staring contest with Choi Yubin? Must be the hypnosis. Otherwise, why would I... act like I like Jung Taeyang and get jealous...? No way. I'm just defending a guy's pride, that's all.
After that, I sat at my desk. Class had started before I knew it. Jung Taeyang wasn't sleeping today—probably too hot. I sat quietly, thinking. About what the hell was happening to me.
"...Hng♡"
I slipped my hand down, peeling back the hood over my clit. The sensitive clit emerged. Not masturbation—just common sense that this helps me think better. I stared at my smartphone on the desk, pondering. The phone with the sticker photo of me and Jung Taeyang. The one with the Hypnosis App.
Why did I bring this phone with the sticker on it? A normal one would've been fine.
Squelch, squelch, slurp...
Rubbing my clit and grinding made sticky wet sounds. Better save this for later.
"What're you doing?"
"Huh?"
But Jung Taeyang caught me. He widened his eyes, looking down there. Then, like he got it, reached toward my crotch.
"Want help?"