Chapter 193: Genius Girl's Sex Education (3)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 193: Genius Girl's Sex Education (3)
Late afternoon, after all classes at Gaon had ended and the sun was beginning to set.
It was just about time for dinner.
Cheon Yeo-wool, who had stayed late for class, returned to her dorm—or more accurately, the penthouse.
“La la la~~”
Cheon Yeo-wool hummed as she walked down the penthouse hallway. She recalled the last text she had sent the previous night.
[1000_y]: I want to do it ㅠㅠ
[1000_y]: Hae-in????
Of course, Jung Hae-in never replied to her texts.
“So he didn’t answer~~”
A mischievous smile played on her lips.
First, he stays out all night without permission, and now he won’t even answer her.
Well then… I’ll just have to give him an earful, won’t I?
No, an earful won’t be enough. I’ll have to scrape something else clean, drain him until he’s completely empty.
Utterly, completely empty.
That raised an important question.
Just where should I have him empty it…
Yes… into… would be best…
Mulling over such exciting thoughts, she opened the door to Jung Hae-in’s room.
But the silence of the empty penthouse made her stop humming, and she tilted her head.
“What’s this?”
Was he sleeping?
Kang A-rin had told her he should have already been home.
Cheon Yeo-wool passed through the hallway and entered the living room. But there was no sign of anyone there, either.
Just then, however…
Vmmm… vmmm… vmmm…
In the quiet, Cheon Yeo-wool’s keen senses detected an unusual flow of mana.
A faint vibration in the air.
She stood in the middle of the living room and reached a hand out toward Jung Hae-in’s bedroom.
She began to feel around in the empty air.
And then.
Tap.
Her fingertips touched something transparent in the void. It felt like a well-polished glass wall.
“……?”
She furrowed her brow.
The transparent barrier started in the living room and completely enveloped Jung Hae-in’s bedroom.
Cheon Yeo-wool quickly used her divine power to analyze the magic before her.
“…Soundproofing magic?”
She tilted her head again.
Who on earth would cast this?
Without hesitation, Cheon Yeo-wool pushed her body into the shimmering, jelly-like barrier.
A cool sensation, like passing through water, enveloped her.
Still, she couldn’t hear any loud noises.
Instead, another sound reached her, clearer than before.
“I love you…”
“Yeees… me too…”
“……”
A woman’s voice.
It was thin and moist, unable to contain its pleasure.
Cheon Yeo-wool’s heart sank with a thud.
She held her breath without realizing it and crept cautiously toward the source of the sound: Jung Hae-in’s room.
She reached the firmly shut door but couldn’t bring herself to touch it. Instead, she pressed her ear against it.
A much more vivid sound began to fill her ears.
“Kisses, please…”
It was a sweet, coquettish voice, like a child begging for affection.
“Okay.”
Followed by Jung Hae-in’s low, gentle voice.
Mwah, mwah, mwah.
The moment he finished speaking, the wet sound of lips meeting and parting echoed repeatedly.
It wasn’t a hurried kiss, but a deep, soft one that savored the lips, again and again.
The sound alone seemed to turn Cheon Yeo-wool’s blood to ice.
Pat, pat.
Then came a strangely rhythmic sound.
It was the sound of something being gently patted, as if soothing a child.
The incongruity of that sound only served to fuel her imagination.
“Ngh… ngh…”
In time with that sound, the woman inside let out short, broken moans of pleasure.
And finally, a tender voice.
“Yes, I love you too.”
It was Jung Hae-in’s voice. There was no room for doubt.
“Me too…”
Followed by a voice slightly thick with bliss.
Her reason denied it, but her instincts already knew.
She had to see.
With her own eyes. Who was it?
Who was receiving Jung Hae-in’s love at this hour?
Cheon Yeo-wool immediately activated her Clairvoyance.
Her eyes faintly glowed with the light of cold divine power.
The wooden door turned transparent, revealing the scene inside perfectly.
There, on the bed, were two people.
One was Jung Hae-in, the man she had been so desperately looking for just moments ago.
And the other… was a girl with a youthful face, nestled in his arms and looking up at him with a blissful expression… Yoon Chae-ha.
They were both naked, holding each other, and the bedsheets were a mess, showing the traces of a passionate act.
Their bodies, covered in sweat and… bodily fluids, glistened.
Mwah.
Jung Hae-in lovingly pressed his lips to Yoon Chae-ha’s forehead.
In response, Yoon Chae-ha buried her face in his firm chest like a cat.
Pat, pat.
Jung Hae-in’s hand moved down to Yoon Chae-ha’s round bottom and began to pat it gently.
Yoon Chae-ha’s body shivered in satisfaction, and she snuggled deeper into his embrace, acting cute.
“Pat me more, please…” she whispered, looking up at him with dewy eyes.
Jung Hae-in chuckled as if he found her adorable and asked softly, “Again?”
Despite his words, he didn’t stop.
If anything, his voice grew more tender as he began to handle Yoon Chae-ha gently.
As if that wasn’t enough, Jung Hae-in lowered his head and kissed her nape and shoulder.
Mwah, mwah…
“Hnngh…”
His other hand gently stroked Yoon Chae-ha’s hair, trapping her completely in his embrace.
His touch was careful and full of affection, as if handling a treasure.
Yoon Chae-ha, in turn, accepted his every action as if it were the most natural thing in the world, her body writhing with each touch.
Of course, Cheon Yeo-wool had also experienced that mind-melting touch just a few days ago, but seeing it with her own eyes was a completely different matter.
‘What… is this…’
Cheon Yeo-wool’s eyes trembled violently as she watched the scene.
How on earth did this happen?
Her mind couldn’t comprehend it.
Just yesterday, Yoon Chae-ha had been clumsily pleasuring herself to an illusion of her.
How could she, in a single day, turn into a cat nestled in another man’s arms, so shamelessly flaunting her charms?
She couldn’t watch any longer.
With a trembling hand, Cheon Yeo-wool threw the door open.
With a loud bang as the door hit the wall, the two people in the room turned their heads in shock.
“Hey!!!!”
Cheon Yeo-wool leaped onto the bed.
And then.
Gathering shining divine power in her right hand, she brought it down on Yoon Chae-ha’s perfectly round bottom in a stroke of punishment.
SMACK!!!!
“Kyaaah!!!”
It was the Saintess's Divine Hand.
*
I was very surprised.
It was fine that Cheon Yeo-wool had thrown my door open and stormed in.
I mean, she always did that.
But the timing was terrible.
I was holding Yoon Chae-ha in my arms.
And, for one reason or another, we were both naked.
It was the perfect crime scene, where no excuse would work.
And my fears immediately became reality…
Cheon Yeo-wool, having burst through the door, leaped onto the bed without a moment’s hesitation and mercilessly smacked the bottom of the girl in my arms with a hand infused with divine power.
“……Hiiing.”
Yoon Chae-ha whimpered that it hurt and snuggled closer to me.
I looked back and forth between Cheon Yeo-wool standing before me and Yoon Chae-ha crying in my arms.
How was I supposed to get out of this?
I had absolutely no idea.
This was a time when I needed the wisdom of my ancestors.
But the one to break the suffocating silence was, surprisingly, Cheon Yeo-wool.
“…It’s fine.”
She spoke first. Her voice was calm, as if she hadn’t just exploded.
“I already knew something like this would happen.”
She continued slowly.
“So I don’t really mind, but…”
Cheon Yeo-wool slowly approached me.
She looked down at the face of Chae-ha, who was nestled in my arms, fiddling with my thigh.
Pinch.
She pinched Yoon Chae-ha’s chubby cheek, hard.
“Euehh…”
A complaint escaped Yoon Chae-ha’s lips, but Cheon Yeo-wool paid it no mind.
She spoke like a kindergarten teacher explaining the order of a meal.
“Why are you second? There’s a whole truckload of people waiting, you know?”
“If they found out… ugh…”
Waiting for what?
And a truckload?
“……”
Yoon Chae-ha, still in my arms, suddenly lifted her head.
She looked straight up at Cheon Yeo-wool and opened her mouth.
“…Hmph. What’s the point of a line you made without me in it?”
“……”
Cheon Yeo-wool was speechless at the bold declaration…
SMACK!
She struck her again, hard.
“Kyaaah! I’m sorry!!”
This time, it was the other cheek of Yoon Chae-ha’s moon-like bottom.