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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Simzy
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When I asked when she had taken off her panties, Hana blushed and replied,
“J-Just now.”
“…I see.”
No, that wasn’t what I was asking. And if she was going to get all shy and blush, wouldn’t it have been better not to take them off in the first place? And taking selfies on top of that…
The gap between her bold actions and shy demeanor was making my head spin.
I rephrased my question.
“Why are you doing that?”
“Uh, um. I thought it would be sexier if I took pictures like this.”
“…I see.”
I nodded, but honestly, I didn’t understand. Ju Hana was truly a mystery. I preferred someone like A-reum, who was openly a sex fiend, because it was easier to understand.
‘It’s harder to understand her because she’s so quiet. She leaves a lot unsaid. The flow of conversation jumps around.’
Frankly, her communication skills were lacking. I wasn’t joking; even I, a former shut-in, found it frustrating, which meant there was a real problem.
But I couldn’t just criticize her. Hadn’t I heard about her past, about being bullied and ostracized in middle school? Her communication problems were probably related to that time.
People learn how to communicate and build relationships at school. They laugh, cry, and fight with their peers, learning through trial and error how to interact smoothly.
But Hana, who was bullied, seemed to have missed out on that learning experience. She was already timid, and being bullied must have made her accustomed to being alone.
…Honestly, I was in a similar situation, so I understood to some extent. Perhaps that was why I felt a strange sense of kinship with her from the beginning.
‘I’m lucky I participated in online communities…?’
If there was a reason why my communication skills were slightly better than Hana’s, it was probably thanks to the years I spent in online communities. I had learned a lot from observing all sorts of people and their interactions.
Hana, on the other hand, only received praise from strangers by posting nude photos and cosplay pictures. When I asked her casually, she said she didn’t actually spend much time interacting in online communities.
Anyway, I tried to ignore Hana, who was taking no-panties selfies next to me, and focused on the monitor again.
Hana’s concept proposal for the short animated film.
I had to glean some inspiration from this. I was running out of time, so there was no room for delay.
But how much would things change just by looking at an example when I had been stuck for so long? I had a rough understanding of the outline, but I still didn’t know what theme to choose or how to develop the story. I couldn’t just copy Hana’s proposal.
Furthermore, there was another reason why I couldn’t concentrate.
Click, click.
Hana was now openly taking selfies without the silent mode.
‘Why did she turn off the silent mode?’
There was no way I could concentrate on writing the proposal like this. She was practically flaunting it. Even Buddha himself wouldn’t be able to… wait a minute.
‘Flaunting it?’
I glanced at Hana. Was it my imagination, or was she leaning closer to me?
‘Is she… trying to seduce me?’
Wait, was I the one with the communication problem, not Hana? We hadn’t done anything since that time…
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to, but the right atmosphere never arose. More than anything, I had never initiated sex before. How do you even do that?
You might think it’s a ridiculous thing to say after having slept with four women, but… they were all the ones who made the first move. I just gratefully accepted.
I had become quite adept at responding and playing along, but creating the atmosphere for sex was a whole different level of difficulty. Perhaps that’s why nothing had happened between Hana and me since that time. We were both too timid.
‘Wait, didn’t she say she was about to start her period back then?’
It had been almost a week since the exams ended.
Was her period over now? Come to think of it, she didn’t seem to be wearing a sanitary pad…
As I was lost in thought, Hana suddenly held out her phone and said,
“Hey, what do you think of this photo?”
“Huh? Oh.”
A tennis skirt.
Panties riding low on her thighs.
And the glimpse of her… you know.
“O-Or is this one better?”
Hana swiped to show me another photo. They were similar, but the angles were slightly different.
My penis was now straining against my pants.
I subtly closed my legs and said,
“Uh, um. Maybe this one?”
“Really? I think this one is better. It’s a little more… subtly sexy?”
What kind of conversation was this?
If she wanted to have sex, she should just say so. I couldn’t tell if she was trying to seduce me or if she genuinely wanted feedback on her sexy photos to satisfy her exhibitionism.
‘She can’t seriously be asking for my opinion on her photos, right?’
Slide.
My hand brushed against Hana’s thigh. I felt the smooth texture of her nude-colored stockings and the soft flesh of her thigh beneath.
Hana didn’t pull away. Instead, she opened her legs slightly, making it easier for me to touch her. I had been worried about misinterpreting her actions, but it seemed she was trying to seduce me.
Hana’s panties were still riding low on her thighs.
I moved my hand further up. If her panties were riding low, that meant she wasn’t wearing pantyhose. My hand slid along her thigh, moving inwards.
At some point, the feeling of stockings disappeared, and I felt the soft, bare skin of her inner thigh. My fingers reached her mound.
“Hmm…”
A soft, erotic moan escaped her lips.
Hana lowered her gaze and rested her head on my shoulder.
Rub, rub, rub.
I gently caressed her mound for a few minutes.
Squish…
The area I was touching felt different. It was wet.
“Haa…”
I could feel the heat in her breath.
I slowly curled my fingers and swept them upwards between her folds. Teasing the very edge without penetrating, I could feel the slick fluids.
“Hnn!”
Hana’s body trembled slightly. Did she like that?
Squish, squish, squish.
“Hnn, haa… mm…”
Her trembling body and intermittent moans were incredibly arousing. The fact that we were in the club room added to the excitement.
I was getting to the point where it was hard to hold back. I wanted her to touch me too.
“…Hana, touch me too.”
I immediately put my thoughts into action.
Grab.
I took Hana’s hand and guided it into my pants. Thankfully, I was wearing sweatpants. They were stretchy enough to accommodate her hand.
She obediently followed my lead, slipping her hand inside my underwear and gripping my bare penis.
“W-What should I do?”
“Just stroke it up and down.”
“…Like this?”
As Hana moved her hand, I could hear a squishing sound. I was already coated in precum.
And so, we pleasured each other manually.
I ate her out, and she gave me a handjob.
As I was nearing my climax…
“Cheol-jin.”
“…Yeah?”
“Um, not with my hand…”
Hana’s hand slowed down. She must have felt my throbbing as I was about to cum, but she didn’t seem to want me to finish.
Hesitantly, Hana looked up and asked,
“Can we do it… with this?”
“…Of course I want to, but… here?”
Giving each other handjobs in the club room was already risky enough.
But sex?
With a handjob, we could just quickly pull our hands away if someone walked in, but sex was truly dangerous…
Hana looked towards the library area.
“If we do it… over there, wouldn’t we be less likely to get caught?”
“…Ahem.”
I stood up without a word, still holding Hana’s hand. Hmm, her hand was slippery…
“Oh, wait a second.”
Just as I was about to head to the library, I quickly opened my bag. I had to use a condom this time.
But Hana, seeing the condom, said,
“Ah… my period ended yesterday, so it’s okay…”
“R-Really? Is it safe after your period too?”
“Mm-hmm. It’s safe before and after. Ah, but this time, pull out… It’ll be uncomfortable during afternoon classes if you cum inside.”
Of course. I should pull out.
I immediately headed to the library with Hana.
‘It’s a good thing the club room is so spacious.’
Although there weren’t many members now, Toons used to be a fairly large club a few years ago. That’s why the club room was so spacious.
Click.
I locked the door just in case. It wouldn’t do for someone to walk in on us.
Getting caught having sex was a problem, but fundamentally, our club had a no-dating rule. We couldn’t exactly use “we’re not dating, we’re just having sex” as an excuse.
We went to the far end of the library and settled down. There was a desk there for reading manga.
“Hana, put your hands on the desk…”
“Okay. Like this?”
Before I could finish speaking, Hana placed her hands on the desk and pushed her butt out. She seemed quite adept at the position, having done it once before.
Her ample backside, contrasting with her slender frame, was incredibly alluring.
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