Rendezvous (5)
When Shin So-hye first stepped into the nurse’s office, Yoon Seo-a had no intention of tormenting Yu Ha-eun midway through what they were doing.
Of course she was irritated at being interrupted, but that irritation was aimed solely at Shin So-hye for barging in and at the doctor who had failed to carry out her request properly—not at Yu Ha-eun herself.
That was why she made no move to stop the conversation between the two girls.
Watching Shin So-hye mistake Ha-eun’s condition for period cramps was amusing enough to keep her mildly entertained, and the sooner So-hye left, the sooner she could finish what she had started. So, as long as they were only talking through the curtain, Seo-a fully intended to wait quietly until the exchange ended.
That is, until Shin So-hye reached for the curtain and Yu Ha-eun, in a panic, sat up on the bed and poked her head out past the fabric.
The pose she struck—one arm and her neck thrust outside to grab the curtain while her hips stayed shoved as far back as possible—was filled with the desperate wish not to let Shin So-hye see her naked body.
What she did not realize was that, while the curtain might hide her from the girl outside, to the person still inside it the sight was more tempting than the serpent offering the fruit of knowledge.
On top of that, every time she continued speaking with So-hye, the anxiety of being completely bare made her shift restlessly. Given the angle of her body, those little movements made her hips sway as if she were deliberately inviting a touch.
So Yoon Seo-a reached out without a second’s hesitation and laid her hand on that ass.
“So please don’t worry about me and go eat, nngh…!”
“Miss Yu Ha-eun?”
The sudden stimulation wrenched a startled moan from Ha-eun, but Seo-a’s switch was already flipped; nothing held her back now.
The narrow slit she had carefully prepared earlier accepted two fingers with ease.
The startled inner flesh clamped down hard enough to hurt, yet Seo-a skillfully found the sensitive spot and pressed firmly.
“Ah, nngh…!”
The sensation of growing wetness, Ha-eun’s stifled moans, and Shin So-hye’s flustered movements as she fretted without understanding why—all of it struck Seo-a as suddenly hilarious.
Here she was, doing this with only a single curtain between them and the constant risk of discovery, while So-hye, despite seeing Ha-eun’s reactions, remained completely oblivious. The whole scene felt like a comedy skit.
Would other people react the same way as Shin So-hye in a situation like this?
Granted, even with a screen between them, no one would immediately assume something like this was happening on the other side, so initial ignorance was understandable.
But if the act continued for several minutes, if muffled moans kept slipping out despite every effort to hold them back, even someone who had never experienced sex would catch on soon enough.
Yet Shin So-hye still showed no sign of noticing. She was busy offering a heat pack and insisting that a warm belly was best for period pain.
As if Seo-a weren’t already warming her thoroughly enough. Seo-a withdrew the fingers that had been stirring inside Ha-eun’s passage. A wet schlick accompanied the thin strand of clear fluid that stretched between them, revealing the thoroughly loosened slit.
If she slipped another unused finger inside, it would feel as hot as stepping into a bath.
Seo-a half-crouched, caught Ha-eun’s trembling waist, and pulled her upright. Then she picked up the electric massager she had meant to use before So-hye arrived.
The noise would be far louder than a rotor, but honestly, she doubted Shin So-hye would notice even that.
Besides, half of her almost wanted to get caught, just to see what would happen.
Sneaking around had its own thrill, but it was only fun if the other person caught on a little and grew flustered. If they remained completely clueless, where was the entertainment?
“Th-then I’ll be going! It wouldn’t be polite to keep someone who’s unwell any longer!”
The conversation was winding down anyway; the timing was perfect. Without hesitation Seo-a switched the massager on. A deep, powerful buzz—strong enough to make the hand holding it tremble—made Ha-eun’s body jerk where Seo-a still gripped her waist.
She couldn’t turn around, but the sound alone told her exactly what was about to happen inside the curtain.
And Shin So-hye?
“Let’s talk again once you’re feeling better. At our leisure!”
“Pfft.”
The overly earnest, flushed voice made Seo-a snort before she could stop herself.
Even for someone this dense, how could she miss a noise like that?
Muttering the thought to herself, Seo-a pressed the vibrating head of the massager against Ha-eun’s already oversensitive folds.
“Hnn, hick, hyaaaah…!”
Already thoroughly stimulated, Ha-eun couldn’t last long under the merciless vibration that battered her entire sex.
Knees clamped tightly together, her body shuddered for a long moment before she finally came undone.
Pssshhh—! A clear stream shot powerfully toward the floor.
It didn’t stop at one spurt; several more followed as if she had been holding back for a long time, each one making her hips buck hard.
Seo-a’s firm grip on her waist kept her from collapsing, but the thrashing knocked the massager free. It tumbled toward the floor.
“Oops.”
She lunged and caught it before it hit, but her arm slammed into the bed frame with a loud bang.
Even Shin So-hye couldn’t ignore that sound. Her voice came again.
“Miss Yu Ha-eun? What was that noise just now…? Huh? Why is there water…?”
This time they were caught for sure. Even So-hye couldn’t remain oblivious after something like this.
“I’m sorry. Just now I accidentally hit the drawer with my arm and knocked over the water bottle that was sitting on top.”
“I-is that so? But why are you breathing so hard…?”
“Haha, it… hurts a little…”
“Ah, so that’s why…”
Yet, astonishingly, Shin So-hye still seemed to notice nothing at all.
No matter how many excuses Ha-eun piled on, So-hye accepted them without a shred of suspicion. This went beyond mere denseness…
Seo-a’s thoughts trailed off as a sudden flash of insight struck her.
On the first day of school Ha-eun had stepped forward to protect this girl, and ever since then Shin So-hye had shown her nothing but quiet goodwill.
Timid, gloomy people never easily forget someone who once showed them kindness. Ordinary people repay kindness with kindness, but the degree is different.
Because they have lived lives starved of goodwill, even a single unit of kindness feels like ten, and they desperately want to repay it.
Of course individual differences exist, and many of that type are too cynical to accept kindness as kindness—but from what Seo-a had observed, Shin So-hye was not one of them.
And having been rescued in such a dramatic moment, the goodwill she felt toward Ha-eun must have far exceeded the ordinary.
Is that so. You like Miss Ha-eun too, don’t you.
In truth, it was only natural that someone would like Yu Ha-eun.
She possessed no intimidating aura that put people on guard, her looks were lovely, and her personality was free of sharp edges.
Even her background—aside from being a commoner—wasn’t particularly problematic.
Despite that background she carried herself with a ladylike grace that rivaled anyone’s. Had Seo-a never transferred into Class 1-D, Ha-eun’s life would almost certainly have been the complete opposite of what it was now.
Of course, even if our classes had been different, we would still have ended up in the same relationship we have now.
She had already marked Ha-eun as a target long before they shared a class, so there was no doubt about it.
Seo-a shook her head sharply, cutting off the digression.
In any case, the conclusion was simple: it was only natural for someone to develop feelings for Yu Ha-eun.
But to dismiss the emotion Shin So-hye directed at her as mere fondness would be inaccurate.
If one looked at So-hye’s feelings alone, they were probably not so different from the ones Seo-a herself harbored toward Ha-eun.
It was pure intuition, yet she was certain of it.
How interesting.
The appearance of someone who could be called a rival of sorts might have sparked anger in another person, but Seo-a only smiled with genuine intrigue.
Perhaps she could use Shin So-hye to create even more entertaining, more stimulating situations.
Besides, Ha-eun already belonged to her in all but name; there was no real need to worry about rivals.
Things are going to get a lot more fun from here on out, Yoon Seo-a thought.
Splish-splash—the continuous sound of water being mopped finally pulled my eyes open.
I stared at the pure white ceiling for a moment before turning my head toward the noise.
There stood Yoon Seo-a, sleeves rolled up, mopping the floor with a mop she must have found somewhere. She looked surprisingly practiced at the task.
A young lady like Yoon Seo-a looking comfortable with cleaning? I watched her with open curiosity for a while before asking,
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like? I’m cleaning up the mess Miss Ha-eun made.”
“D-don’t call it a mess!”
What kind of vulgar language was that for a young lady? My face burned scarlet as I snapped at her, but Seo-a merely shrugged and kept moving the mop.
“I may have phrased it a bit crudely, but as you can see, I’m cleaning.”
“That’s not what I meant. Why are you doing it? Just call the doctor or someone else.”
“You make it sound as though I’m not allowed to do this sort of work.”
I couldn’t find a reply and fell silent. Seo-a gave a soft chuckle and continued.
“Is it strange that a young lady who isn’t even of common birth is cleaning?”
“…Honestly, I can’t say it isn’t.”
“Exactly. Ordinary young ladies never do this kind of cleaning. But has the Yoon Seo-a you’ve seen so far ever looked like an ordinary young lady to you?”
Again I said nothing—not because I lacked an answer, but because a crude phrase nearly slipped out. Something like “lesbian rapist,” for instance.
Apparently my expression said it all; Seo-a nodded as if she understood perfectly.
“Next time I’ll make you feel even better.”
“I don’t need that.”
Of course, no matter how firmly I refused, she would ignore it completely. I sighed at the certainty of that fact, and she spoke again.
“Anyway, you asked whether I could simply call the doctor or someone else. Yes, of course I could. But if I did, the fact that I did all sorts of things with Miss Ha-eun would reach my father’s ears.”
“Reach your father’s ears… Wait, hasn’t the doctor already found out?”
“Well, that person isn’t my father’s man—he’s mine. And while we’re on the subject, let me ask again: won’t you become mine as well, Miss Ha-eun? Then I could treat you a little more gently from now on.”
I’d still end up getting the same treatment either way. I narrowed my eyes and glared at her; Seo-a only laughed softly under her breath.