Chapter 240: The Stormy Transfer Student (3)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 240: The Stormy Transfer Student (3)
Plump thighs peeking out from under a school skirt, supple skin that remained youthful regardless of smoking or drinking, and a certain purity born of inexperience despite a foul personality—would any man refuse such an opportunity?
Well, here I am.
I still regret it, but it couldn't be helped.
If I had just gone ahead and slept with Go Eun-chae, what would that make me after I’d already cut off contact with the police?
If I had given in to my desires and gotten caught, I would have faced accusations of cutting contact just to pull stunts like that. Worse, I could have been kicked out of the operation entirely.
With a heart weeping tears of blood, I had rejected her, acting as if I were more expensive than she could afford. Go Eun-chae had taken it coolly, and we parted ways.
What a waste.
"That sly little bitch... slurp... getting all worked up when she's so young. Lick, slurp—"
Having heard the story, Song Ha-el cursed Go Eun-chae.
But I don't think you're in any position to talk while you're sucking my cock, are you?
My time limit hasn't expired yet, so I'm still in my Woo-sung form. What exactly are you doing to a kid right now?
Song Ha-el, looking fresh with her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, noticed my gaze and grinned before kissing my dick.
"Yeon-woo-chan... no, Woo-sung’s cock is mine, right?"
Song Ha-el laughed playfully, grabbed my buttocks as I sat in the chair, and stood up.
Whoa...
How should I put it? It felt strange being lifted so effortlessly, without a hint of resistance.
Standing tall, Song Ha-el held me and continued to suck my cock.
Being perched on her arms while having my dick sucked was... well, humiliating.
It was humiliating, but the pleasure rising within me was enough to make my cock go rigid.
Feeling it swell, Song Ha-el narrowed her eyes and began to shake my body vigorously while stuffing my dick into her mouth.
"Ugh—!" Between the shame and the mounting ecstasy, my cock trembled violently before I ejaculated.
Splurt— splurt, splurt—!
She swallowed every drop without hesitation, looking like someone chugging a canned beer after a hot shower.
"Thank you for the fresh condensed milk~"
Having cleaned me out completely, Song Ha-el wore an ecstatic expression as she spat my cock out and licked the stray droplets of semen clinging to the urethra.
As my dick throbbed at the sensation of her wet, soft tongue brushing against it, Song Ha-el pinned me to the floor.
I was startled when she slammed me down like a pro wrestler, but she slowed down just before impact, cradling the back of my head with her hand to lower me gently.
Seeing my startled eyes, Song Ha-el looked so delighted she seemed on the verge of a nosebleed as she climbed on top of me.
"I'll enjoy the condensed milk's baby cock too~"
Though she called it a baby cock, the size hadn't actually changed.
Squelch—
Song Ha-el lowered her hips without hesitation, devouring my cock.
My dick screamed in delight as it was squeezed by the ridges of her vagina, which felt like hundreds of individual fingers clinging to it.
I wondered if she had been practicing lately, because her hip movements were extraordinary.
With a motion reminiscent of a screw, she tormented my cock by grinding in circles, burying it deep inside her pussy.
Satisfied with her technique, I reached for her breasts, but my arms were too short to reach.
"Oh my, haven't you been weaned yet? You're still so small, aren't you?"
Song Ha-el giggled and leaned forward so I could touch her breasts.
"Haaah, having sex with baby Yeon-woo... ahhh! It's the best! Haaah...! Ah!"
Song Ha-el let out cries of joy as she bucked her hips.
While I was fondling her breasts and enjoying her soft skin and the rough pounding, I felt a gaze and looked to the side.
"..."
Gah, you scared me.
I jumped, locking eyes with Seo Han-na, who was lying under the sofa watching me.
It’s been a while, and you’re always right there every time I see you.
Possessing skills related to stealth, she didn't even register on my Mana Detection.
Since skills are powers that ignore the laws of reality, even Presence Detection couldn't easily pick her up.
If she intended to hide, I might not even perceive her even if I were looking directly at her.
Wait. Does that mean she let me catch her on purpose?
She wants me to touch her again.
Seeing my face, Seo Han-na’s cheeks flushed red, and her expression shifted to one of humiliation.
Hey now—no need to act. I know exactly what's going on.
I took my hands off Song Ha-el’s firm breasts and reached under the sofa.
Since you're not resisting, I assume this is what you want?
As I fondled Seo Han-na’s breasts, I nodded with a smile as if to say I understood everything.
She shook her head with a face full of shame, but I knew better.
I enjoyed Song Ha-el’s elastic breasts and Seo Han-na’s soft, pillowy ones simultaneously.
The vaginal walls clinging incessantly to my cock generated intense frictional heat, and Song Ha-el leaned into my hands as they massaged her breasts, swinging her hips tirelessly in delight.
When I slid my hand inside her clothes, Seo Han-na gasped and grabbed my wrist, but as soon as I poked my finger against her inverted nipple, her body flinched and her strength gave out.
I squeezed her soft, warm breast and scratched at the nipple buried within the flesh, causing Seo Han-na to cover her mouth and writhe.
"Haaah, hngh! Ahhh...! It feels good, haah! Ah, ahhh, ahhh!"
Matching Song Ha-el’s climax, my cock thrust as deep as it could go and erupted with semen.
Splurt-urt-urt—! Splurt—!
As the semen filled her womb, Song Ha-el shivered and collapsed onto me.
If she lay down, she’d see under the sofa, so I sat up and pulled her into an embrace.
Drenched in sweat and radiating heat, Song Ha-el breathed heavily in my arms before kissing me.
Though she was drained of strength, she explored my tongue obsessively. After a long, deep kiss, I tidied myself up and left the Queen Bee’s strategy room.
Looking back as I left, I still couldn't sense Seo Han-na at all.
Stealth skills really are something else.
*
After wrapping up business at the Clan, I headed to school again the next day.
"...Um... this is...?"
When I went to the office after being summoned, Yoon Da-jeong gave me a black plastic bag and a pair of tongs with a wry smile.
"The teachers talked it over, and since Eun-chae doesn't want you punished, we decided on school community service."
"Ah, I see. So I can just go back now?"
"No, during the disciplinary period, you have to perform school service during class hours."
"Aha, so that's why you told me to wear my gym clothes. But... I have shortened classes because of Taekwondo..."
"Yes, yes. I heard you made up with Eun-chae? Good job. But rules are rules, so you have to do the service."
Yoon Da-jeong spoke firmly while maintaining a gentle smile.
Well—it’s better to roam the school and gather information than to sit through boring classes.
Is this the Principal’s way of being considerate? Or is she telling me to find what I need and get lost quickly?
"Okay, I'll work hard."
"Good—I trust you, Woo-sung. You have to get along with your friends from now on."
Yoon Da-jeong spoke brightly and took my hand.
She’s such a pure person. And her breasts, pushed together as she held my hand with both of hers, were quite large.
"If you can't keep up with the lessons or if it gets hard, tell me. I'll help you."
"You don't have to go that far, but thank you."
"Of course I do, I'm your homeroom teacher. Make sure to tell me if things get tough."
Yoon Da-jeong, whose heart for her students was as warm as her chest, emphasized her point several times before sending me off.
I met with the teacher in charge of my service—the Dean of Students, I suppose—and after a lecture, I was given my cleaning assignment for the day and headed back to the classroom.
As I entered wearing my gym clothes, the noisy classroom went silent in an instant, and Seo Hye-ri approached me quietly.
"Woo-sung..."
"Woo-sung!"
Go Eun-chae, who had been sitting apart from her usual Iljin clique fiddling with her smartphone, called my name loudly and ran over.
Sitting down on my lap without a hint of hesitation, Go Eun-chae wrapped her arm around my shoulder like a lover and smiled brightly.
"We don't even have PE today, why are you in gym clothes? You look fucking sexy, but the uniform suits you better."
"I have to go clean during class because I hit you."
I showed her the trash bag and the tongs.
"What... those fucking old farts. I told them not to punish you. I really took your side. You believe me, right?"
"What you said goes to the education committee or whatever, but there are still school rules."
"Fuck, now that I think about it, you can legally skip class. It was my fault too, so I'll clean with you. I know plenty of secluded spots."
This girl just doesn't know when to quit.
Go Eun-chae looked at me with predatory eyes and subtly rubbed her butt against my thigh.
Hey, it’s getting hard. Stop it.
"Um... you two..."
"Oh, it's the loser. What's up?"
"I told you not to call her a loser, didn't I?"
When I chopped the back of her head with my hand, Go Eun-chae giggled cutely and pressed her body closer.
"Hye-ri, why don't you sit here?"
I had Seo Hye-ri, who was standing there blankly staring at us, sit in the seat next to me.
"Say it, punk."
"Ugh—do I really have to? This is so embarrassing."
"You said you would yesterday."
"Fine, fine! I get it!"
Go Eun-chae grumbled like a child being nagged by her mother and looked at Seo Hye-ri with a reluctant expression.
"Sorry. I'm sorry for bullying you all this time."
"Uh... what?"
"Dammit, hit me if you want. No, just hit me twice."
Grumbling, Go Eun-chae offered her cheek.
You'd just get mad if she actually hit you.
This kind of forced reconciliation by adults rarely helps.
However, since I planned to continue school life with these two, I had to at least maintain appearances.
Whether they actually become friends or grow to hate each other more while spending time together is up to them.
Since the Principal told me not to intervene too aggressively, the most I can do is increase the time they spend together and ensure they stand on equal footing.
"Uh... no... Eun-chae, you didn't do anything wrong."
"Be honest, I must have pissed you off."
"But... did you two become friends?"
Seo Hye-ri asked, her eyes wavering as she looked between me and Go Eun-chae.
"Yeah, this guy is a fucking good fighter. He took down Ju-young in one hit yesterday, you know? And then I got 'reverse-toured' and pounced on."
"Don't say things that can be misunderstood."
"We sweated together and got all messy. Then we washed our ruined bodies and ate. We did everything."
Go Eun-chae subtly mixed in suggestive words, showing off her relationship with me.
Watching to see how Seo Hye-ri would react to the fact that I’d become close with her bully, I saw her give a small smile and nod.
"I'm glad you made up. I was worried."
"Tch, I knew you'd say that."
Thinking Seo Hye-ri was just acting nice, Go Eun-chae went back to being snide.
I gave Go Eun-chae’s head another light chop, pushed her off as she tried to rub against me like a cat, and stood up.
"Anyway, I'm off to clean. Hey, where are the spots with the most cigarette butts?"
"Why are you asking me that?"
"You know. Just name a few."
"Ugh—fine. I shouldn't be telling you this, but if you go to the rooftop, the door is locked, but you can climb over if you open the window. Try there."
Despite her grumbling, I patted Go Eun-chae on the head and left the classroom.
As the bell rang and students returned to their rooms, I walked down the hallway alone, picking up trash.
Seriously, gum hasn't even been selling well lately, so why are these kids still chewing it?
It was annoying having to scrape stuck gum off the floor with the tip of my tongs.
The Dean of Students wasn't someone connected to the police, so I couldn't even slack off.
I’d filled the bag a bit with stuff from the trash cans before leaving the classroom, but it was still far from full.
I moved through my assigned area, cleaning thoroughly as I scouted the campus.
To find Smile, I had to find the distributor. How exactly were these guys moving the product?
The students and teachers at this high school might not know, but this place was currently under a lot of scrutiny.
From the police to criminal organizations, anyone who knew anything was aware that the production site for 'Smile' was linked to a high school.
Smile was first distributed to the world through a certain organization.
That organization was gone now, but they hadn't created Smile themselves; they had received it from someone.
The individual who introduced themselves as 'Smile' had boldly left the drugs on the desk of the organization's boss and vanished.
Afterward, they called the boss to ask how the drugs were and offered to provide more if they were interested in a deal.
That was how the drug came to be called Smile.
The organization had tried everything to uncover Smile’s identity, but they failed. When they tried to skim money off the top, they were retaliated against and eventually caught by the police.
Looking at the evidence photos from that time, the culprit was quite brutal.
There were traces of intentional torture to maximize pain before death, and signs that someone had stood by and watched as people died.
Whether it was Smile or not, the organization that was wiped out by a single person was discovered weeks later when someone reported a foul smell, but by then the bodies were decomposed, and very little useful evidence remained.
The drugs continued to be supplied to other organizations in the same manner, and there were increasing signs that Smile was selling the drugs directly, perhaps to expand the business.
If someone wanted to buy, the drugs were hidden in advance in secluded spots like fire hydrants or meters, and the location was only revealed once the money was received.
That Smile guy has watched too many spy movies.
That method might provide security, but it’s inefficient for business.
It only brings in pocket change; it would be much more profitable to just supply an organization.
It was an incomprehensible method, but thanks to it, the investigation had progressed, and several distributors had been arrested.
However, the cells were so fragmented that there was still no progress at this high school, leading some within the police to wonder if they were barking up the wrong tree.
I’d looked around myself, but I hadn't sensed anyone with mana. For now, I just had to keep looking for a distributor and work my way up.
... ...
First, let's fill this trash bag before I get scolded.
I trudged along, dragging the bag behind me as I headed toward the rooftop Go Eun-chae had mentioned.