Episode 36. Anyway, Pass
Episode 36. Anyway, Pass
I finished dinner and my workout.
We washed up and went back to the dormitory.
Seyeon's room, which had become so familiar it was starting to feel like my own.
It always had this warm, cozy atmosphere.
The first thing we did was meditation.
Since it was already my third time, I could easily enter my subconscious and open the door. Seyeon always helped me too.
Like last time, I sank into thought while tightly holding the cluster of light in my hand.
Before I knew it, time flew by like an arrow, and the time limit was over in an instant.
With a whooshing sound, my consciousness returned to my body.
Fortunately, it seemed I finished safely this time.
'Huh...?'
Safely this time?
I'd never been in danger while meditating before, so why did that thought suddenly occur to me?
Muttering that it felt a bit strange, I got up from my spot.
I sat on the edge of the bed and slowly drank my beverage.
Meanwhile, I saw Seyeon laying out a mat on the floor and bringing over various tools as if it were the most natural thing.
'What should I do.'
If I get a massage now... I think it'll be a real disaster. Even just a light press at home nearly made me lose my mind.
After seriously pondering by myself, I finally forced my lips apart with great difficulty.
"...Seyeon-ah."
"Hm?"
Seyeon, who happened to be looking at me, answered immediately.
"Um, sorry to say this after you finished preparing... but can I not get a massage today?"
"Huh? Why?"
Seyeon blinked her red eyes as she asked.
"Just... I guess my stomach hurts a bit... or I feel nauseous......"
'Ah.'
I sighed inwardly at the slumped tone and rambling speech that came out, completely opposite to the simulation I'd run in my head.
"Your stomach hurts?"
"...Yeah."
"Where?"
"Where...?"
"Exactly where does it hurt."
Not stating my condition clearly only triggered Seyeon's characteristic personality, leading to endless questions.
Seyeon approached me, sat down beside me, and immediately placed her palm on my stomach.
"Ah, ah......"
"Here?"
"No......"
I was startled by her suddenly getting so close.
After the initial surprise wore off, I realized Seyeon's arm was already wrapped around my waist.
I thought I'd gotten quite used to physical contact through the massages, but apparently not.
Seeing how my heart is pounding as if it might burst.
Anyway, Seyeon poked various spots on my stomach with her fingers to check my condition.
'Fuck......'
Each time, my spine tingled as if her fingers were needles.
As Seyeon's hand gradually moved lower, the dizzying sensation grew stronger.
Moreover, the tingling pleasure I experienced at home was slowly washing over me.
"Ah."
Finally, when Seyeon's finger reached above my cervix, I instinctively moved my hand.
"......?"
My hand was now tightly gripping Seyeon's wrist.
Seyeon just looked at me with a puzzled expression.
"Th-that's it. The spot that hurts."
"...Ah, okay."
"So, I'd like you to take your hand off......"
Seyeon wasn't looking at my stomach. She was only looking at her wrist, which I was holding.
"You need to let go of my wrist for me to take my hand off."
"Ah, right, right. Okay. Sorry."
I answered flusteredly and loosened my grip. I could see a faint red mark on Seyeon's wrist. Had I gripped it that hard?
I felt a bit sorry, but Seyeon didn't seem to mind.
"Hmm... So it hurts here."
Seyeon stretched her finger out and pointed precisely at that spot. The smooth tip of her nail was pointing straight forward. I felt dizzy, as if a gun barrel was aimed at my forehead.
"Yeah."
I calmed myself down and nodded in response.
Seyeon stayed still in that position for a moment before asking.
"Are you sure it hurts?"
"Ah...!"
Did she catch me lying?
I thought so, but no.
Seyeon quickly dispelled the misunderstanding.
"I'm not saying you're faking it, I'm wondering if it really feels like pain."
"Ah......"
"Is it ticklish, or something like that? Try to be as accurate as possible."
'Crazy...'
I thought she'd just let it go, but how...
It's like she's reading my mind.
Since I couldn't outright say I felt sexual pleasure, how should I express this?
After agonizing for a few seconds and making a cool-headed judgment, I opened my mouth.
"Um... Like you said, it's kind of ticklish, and it feels like something's bubbling up inside, or like my body is floating......"
"So you felt sexual pleasure."
"......"
I looked at Seyeon, somewhat dumbfounded.
Seyeon's expression didn't change. It was like she was having a normal conversation.
"No, Seyeon-ah......"
"Why?"
"Aren't you embarrassed? You."
"It's better to express it accurately than to beat around the bush."
"...Is it because you're a succubus that you have no shame? Or......"
"Hey, that's a pretty racist remark."
My heart sank for a moment.
"Sorry."
"It's okay. It was a joke."
Seyeon cleared her throat briefly and continued.
"It might be because of the meditation."
"Meditation...?"
"Yeah. You know this is where your dantian is now, right Yubin?"
Seyeon suddenly stretched her finger and pointed at my lower abdomen. I instinctively flinched.
"Meditation makes the sensation of the mana core in your dantian more sensitive as part of the process of entering the subconscious. This is probably a side effect of that."
"Side effect......"
The words 'sensitive' and 'side effect' swirled in my head.
So then.
The side effect of meditation is that my cervix becomes sensitive?
Because the mana core is there?
Feeling suddenly absurd, I was about to open my mouth and argue with Seyeon but stopped.
It's not her fault.
That would be like grabbing a doctor by the collar and arguing after they've given a cancer diagnosis.
So who should I be mad at then?
The author of this novel who made the setting so perverted... that's who.
I cursed a storm in my heart but soon stopped, feeling like even that was pointless.
They definitely wouldn't hear it.
Even if they could hear, I couldn't expect flexibility from the bastard who shamelessly possessed one of the countless readers who dropped the story midway.
As I spaced out staring into empty space, Seyeon asked again.
"So, you can't get a massage today?"
"Yeah......"
"The side effects will probably last quite a while anyway, can't you just get it?"
My head went blank for a moment at the words "last a while."
"Sorry, but I don't think I can for a while."
Even though there had been many embarrassing moments since becoming friends with Seyeon.
There's a huge difference between being half-naked in front of a girl and having a sensitive spot pressed and feeling pleasure.
The latter really feels like doing something lewd.
With that in mind, I carefully refused.
I can get massages again after the door in my heart opens someday.
I'd prefer if it opened after the side effects are over......
"Hmm, if that's how Yubin feels."
"......"
"Can't be helped."
After staying still for a moment, Seyeon raised both hands and then.
Clap!
I immediately fell into Seyeon's embrace.
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After changing into my school uniform, I left the dormitory with Seyeon seeing me off. The black sky was clear.
Clutching the heavy paper bag Seyeon gave me in my right hand, I walked aimlessly on the ground stained with light-colored dirt and sand.
Today's meeting was... uneventful.
As I requested, we skipped the massage.
After that, we just did some stretching, washed up again, and that was it.
'My memory of the stretching is a bit hazy, but whatever.'
I wondered if my brain erased the memory as a defense mechanism because it was too painful.
Anyway, I could feel that my flexibility had improved quite a bit. My legs, which wouldn't bend at a right angle at first, now stretch out straight as if they could form a perfect line.
So it's true that Awakened have good exercise efficiency.
"Whew."
As I climbed the hill, I suddenly felt my back getting a bit damp.
I'm starting to sweat. Finally, proof that the weather has warmed up like proper spring.
Which means... I can go without stockings!
'Finally.'
I can finally take off these stockings that are so tight and clingy they're embarrassing to put on and take off.
Starting tomorrow, I'll just wear plain white socks (the socks Seyeon gave me were only white. Is that her preference?).
Thinking such thoughts, I walked diligently through the streets and entered my house.
The room was dark as pitch. I don't turn on the lights when I leave to save electricity.
When I pressed the switch, I saw an unidentified bug the size of my pinky finger stuck to the wall and immediately 'dealt' with it. The sound of electricity flowing through the light went *huuung*.
That made it feel real that I was home... it felt strange.
Standing dumbly in the center of the room spacing out, I came to my senses and decided to change into my pajamas.
I unzipped my skirt and took it off, then flipped my stockings inside out and flung them away in one swift motion. I'm not supposed to do this since I normally change them every other day, but it doesn't matter since I'll be going bare-legged starting tomorrow.
I took off my top too and put it on the floor, then unfastened my bra.
And then I gradually moved my hands to my chest. To change the patch to a new one.
"......"
It's always a trembling moment.
...No use dragging it out.
I tightly closed my eyes and just ripped the sticker off in one go...!
"Hic...!"
My legs instantly gave way, and I barely managed to keep my body from collapsing as my knees buckled.
"Haa......"
A moan-like breath spread and melted into the empty air.
'What is this really.'
Let's say the lower abdomen is a side effect of meditation.
But my chest became sensitive before I started meditation.
When I have time later... no, I should ask Seyeon tomorrow. I've already essentially confessed to feeling sexual pleasure in my lower abdomen, so there's nothing more to be embarrassed about.
Just as I was making that resolution, as I was throwing the removed patch into the trash can.
"Huh?"
I discovered something and tilted my head.
The center of the nipple patch was slightly damp with a pale, cloudy liquid.