How Does Brother Namgung Know About the "Mysterious Recording"...?
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"Hmm, is that so? If you hate it that much, I suppose there's nothing I can do."
"Euh...?"
The delinquent student who had been rubbing his cock against the vertically parted entrance of my ass unexpectedly abandoned the idea of thrusting in, clean and simple.
"Well, it was fun. Ah—maybe I should go grab something to eat myself."
"...Is this really the end of it...?"
Still leaning against the wall with my hips thrust out, I glanced back at him. He wore a sly, knowing grin.
"I mean it. It hurts that you won't trust my sincerity."
With a soft rustle he left me there, tucking his fully erect cock back under his clothes and casually straightening the front of his trousers as if nothing had happened.
"Euh..."
It was a relief, of course, that I hadn't been violated or toyed with any further... yet, if I was being honest, I felt a little disappointed.
No, no—what am I even thinking...!?
It had to be the lingering effect of that bastard's nasty but effective teasing, the way he had edged me until my head was fogged with lust. I bit down hard on my lip, forced myself to picture Yuyeon, steadied my heart, and slowly straightened my back so I could fix my clothes.
"Ah, right—almost forgot. A little present for you."
With a wet tsch, as if he had been waiting for exactly that moment, the delinquent student slipped a plug straight into my ass.
"Ooooh...k?!...♡♡"
Caught completely off-guard, I shuddered through a light climax, hips trembling.
"Huuuh...hnnngh...♡"
Unlike a male orgasm, a female climax never fully burned away the lust with just a light peak. I could feel the unsatisfied heat still smoldering deep inside me, refusing to die.
"Ugh...you...really are...a coward...!"
I glared at him with every scrap of anger I could muster, but he simply brushed it off as if it were nothing.
"What's wrong? You told me to stop, so I did exactly what you asked."
While he spoke he pulled my underwear back up from my knees and smoothed my hiked-up skirt down again.
"Your panties are a little wet, but you can deal with that yourself. I did everything you said, so don't be too mad. Let's play nice again next time without any hard feelings. It's not like you can refuse me anyway, right?"
"Euh..."
He had pointed out the truth—that Maeng Harang's rules left me unable to reject him—and I had no comeback. I simply lowered my head.
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The moment the delinquent left, I fixed my clothes as fast as I could and hurried back to the cafeteria entrance to wait for Yuyeon.
"Ah—Yu, Yuyeon...!"
"...Hm?"
The teasing had cost me a lot of time, but I had started waiting two periods before lunch, so luckily we didn't miss each other. I was able to greet Han Yuyeon right at the cafeteria doors.
"Mm..."
Before I could even start talking, I hesitated just a little. I had spent half the night tossing and turning in the dorm, agonizing over whether I should pretend this meeting was pure coincidence or admit I had been waiting for him.
"...Do you, um, usually eat alone in the cafeteria?"
In the end I chose neither option—just a cautious probe.
"Ah, yeah."
There was a strange distance in the way Han Yuyeon treated me.
"Aha, I see... Then, want to eat with me...?"
He gave a small, emotionless nod. It was nothing like the day we first reunited, when he had gotten hard while we tumbled in the bushes, or the times he had been (relatively) considerate and held back from anything lewd. He was clearly keeping me at arm's length now.
Watching the sudden change, my thoughts spun into confusion.
Why is he acting like this...? Was my outfit too plain?
We collected our food in silence and sat down to eat. Han Yuyeon truly said nothing to me at all.
"........."
"S-so, how’s the food today...? It's my first time eating here..."
"...Not great."
"........."
He was so cold that I started feeling hurt myself, and all sorts of thoughts crowded my head.
In the end this whole "lovers' game" was just a way to dodge Maeng Harang's clutches... To Yuyeon I'm nothing more than a childhood friend who vanished years ago, nothing more, nothing less...
...And on top of that my appearance had changed into what other people called a "femboy," and even if today's clothes were relatively modest I was still a man dressed as a woman. It would have been stranger if he hadn't found it weird.
"Euh..."
Self-loathing and sorrow rose in my throat. I even wondered if I should just give up, whether Maeng Harang targeted Yuyeon or not. Without thinking I looked at his face—
Huh...?
Seen up close, Han Yuyeon's face was far more haggard than before. Dark shadows hung heavily under his eyes.
"Yuyeon, are you sick...? You look completely drained..."
The sight of him like that crushed my hurt feelings under the old habit of worrying about the boy I had always looked after ten years ago. Before I knew it I was asking after him.
"No, it's just... you know those crystal orbs that came from the Western Regions? The ones that can record images..."
"Ah, yeah..."
Mention of Western crystal orbs brought back the memory of Arin, who had made me that unused self-defense yo-yo, and the filthy video we had recorded together.
"I got two crystals with... important recordings on them. Stayed up all night watching them, so I'm just tired."
"...I-I see..."
Don't tell me he saw the video I made with Arin...? No, no way...
A chill ran down my spine, but I couldn't even be sure he had visited the same shop, and the odds of him picking out the exact crystal that held me among countless others were tiny. Besides, that recording had happened long before I reunited with Yuyeon.
Even if he did see it, it wasn't cheating, so it should be fine... right?
While I tried to calm my nerves, Han Yuyeon suddenly whipped his head toward me and asked,
"Anyway... did you have fun at the mixer?"
"E-eh?! The mixer? N-no...?"
The word "mixer" dragged up the memory of the messy night I had spent with that man named Naerip. Guilt flooded me as I shook my head.
"Nothing special happened... I just drank and passed out."
"...Really...? I see..."
Yuyeon went back to eating in silence. Feeling guilty myself, I finished my meal while watching his every reaction.
"...I'm heading out."
I didn't know why, but the moment he stood up I felt an overwhelming certainty that I couldn't just let him leave. I grabbed his arm and hugged it to my chest, clinging.
"Yu-Yuyeon... wait just a second... Skip afternoon classes... no, even after classes is fine, so want to go get a snack together...? I know a good place..."
"........."
Looking down at me draped over his arm, Yuyeon wore an oddly drained expression.
"Please...? My treat..."
"...Fine. Let's go now."
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I had told Yuyeon I knew "a good place," but the spot I actually took him to was the same inn where I had once stayed with Brother Namgung, and where the mixer had been held only two days ago. The snacks there really were excellent, and I simply didn't know any other restaurants.
"Welcome—!"
The signature waitress, Hongsim, greeted us as we entered. Yuyeon and I found a table and ordered.
"Um, one fruit jelly for me... Yuyeon, what about you?"
"A bottle of baijiu."
"Yes—order received!"
"Y-you're drinking...?"
At my startled question Han Yuyeon simply nodded. Soon the snacks and liquor arrived, and we began sharing what we had ordered.
"...Ugh, bitter..."
Baijiu was far stronger than any liquor I had tasted before. One cup set my stomach on fire and sent the alcohol racing through my body. The buzz gave me a little courage, so I used it to ask the question that had been bothering me.
"Anyway, is something upsetting you? Tell this big brother. I'll listen."
Even though he now outclassed me in both build and height, in my memories he was still the small, weak boy who had always needed my care. Seeing him so listless and downcast, I couldn't help but worry.
I kept prodding him from the side, emboldened by the drink, until Han Yuyeon finally opened his mouth.
"...What the hell did they do to you to make you like this...?"
"Huh...? What do you mean...?"
Once he started talking, the alcohol seemed to strip away every filter.
"You. Your looks, your clothes, the way you act...! You weren't like this before...! Did those Namgung people train you or blackmail you or something?"
"Wh-what...?"
Train me? I wasn't some child or livestock. His words felt like he was looking down on me, and while they flustered me they also made me angry.
"How can you say that...? Everything I did, everything I'm wearing—I chose it myself. Even if you're drunk, that's going too far. Brother Namgung is a good person."
"...Fine... got it."
Hearing my answer, Han Yuyeon drained another cup of the harsh baijiu in one go.
"...Haa... I've finished, so let's go..."
But when he stood, his legs were clearly unsteady. Leaving him like this would be a disaster.
"W-wait...! I'll help you...! ...You're heavy...?!"
At first I tried to support him all the way to his dorm, but this tall, well-built man was a full head taller than me. Getting him that far was impossible.
"Ah, this won't work. Yuyeon, let's rest on the second floor for a bit today, okay...?"