Chapter 100 - Chapter 98: Episode 98
The laundry room, moments after the red-faced male student had hastily fled.
"Phew... I must be crazy. Absolutely crazy."
Ahn Su-mi, a laundry room employee, let out a regretful sigh.
It was all because of that incredibly arousing, lewd, pretty boy legal Shota who'd been standing right there just moments ago.
She'd made several mistakes she never should have, especially as a laundry room employee at the National Hunter Academy dormitory.
Normally, even if a student or teacher's laundry was stained with personal bodily fluids, she was expected to act oblivious—never show disgust, never mention it to anyone else.
That was exactly why she was paid such a high salary for this job.
And that was why, instead of hiring some docile male worker, they'd deliberately placed a firm, upright woman at the front desk.
But she'd gone and done it anyway. And to the male student she should have been most careful with, at that.
"I ended up shouting at a student—a delicate boy, at that—about sexual harassment and abuse of power... but he just had that face that made you want to bully him. Haa... I'm not going to get fired, am I?"
Ahn Su-mi had wanted to attend the Hunter Academy herself, but she'd fallen short, lacking just a bit of talent.
Instead, when the academy recruited laundry staff, she applied and got the job.
She held onto the hope that, if she got lucky, the academy might notice her and let her in as a student.
It had been about a year since she started working there.
She'd recently retaken the annual entrance exam, but failed again, marking her third attempt.
She had to make a living, so she kept working out of inertia, still a laundry room employee at twenty-one.
"But he was fucking hot... that kid had to be him... the school's top pretty boy idol, Kim Do-jin. Fucking bastard.
Being an academy student... studying on taxpayer money, getting all that support, and jerking off enough to soak his bedsheets..."
She harbored a deep, unconscious inferiority complex toward the academy students.
She suffered from a victim mentality; she'd force a smile and act overly kind to powerful female students or those from good families,
but she'd subtly bully the students who were weak, had poor grades, or lacked connections.
She'd deliberately mess with their laundry, or smear her own arousal fluid on the clothes of male students she found attractive—just enough to avoid getting caught.
Ahn Su-mi knew that Kim Do-jin—famous among the first years as a top pretty boy, a sickly legal Shota, the school-wide idol—was actually a lewd little male dog. She felt both pleased and devious about it.
'If I play this right, I can use it as a pretext to get close to him...
Seeing how much he cums and how he likes masturbating... deep down, he probably loves lewd shit.
If I make a move, he might fall for it easily.
And since he's such a lewd guy, I can do this and that... ehehe... do all sorts of things...
He's a student, so he's got a private dorm room. I could go to places I've never been allowed...
Hehehe, and in the bathroom, or various other spots, or even the laundry room where I work, or the staff-only area... we could secretly do that kind of thing together...'
Lost in her delusions, she habitually checked the laundry and discovered another stain on the bed cover.
It wasn't white semen, but a transparent liquid—the bodily fluid of another woman. Something any woman would find disgusting.
"Ugh, fuck. What the hell? ...Ah, fuck. This is such bullshit."
Ahn Su-mi was suddenly filled with immense despair and rage.
That Shota pretty boy... the one she'd assumed was a virgin because of the rumors about him being sickly...
turned out to be a fucking slut who was already bringing women to his dorm to fuck before the semester had even really started.
And on top of that, the cheesy academy female students and teachers who got to fuck these arousing boys first.
She wouldn't even dare to speak to a sexy boy in his golden early twenties if she weren't an academy laundry worker. Low-grade jealousy, envy, and anger toward the Alpha Females who got to fuck that boy for free at his peak—a time that blossoms and never returns—boiled inside her.
If the day ever came for her to fuck a boy like that, it would only be ten or twenty years down the line, once she'd scrimped and saved enough money to barely qualify as a Pongpong-nyeo and maybe do his dishes.
It would only be when the flower had already withered and was about to die; only then could she pay a huge price to pick up the rag others had used up and thrown away.
As she thought that, immense disappointment toward that pretty boy Shota for acting like a dirty slut, mixed with inner rage, welled up inside her.
"Fucking bastard. He was just like all the others in the end.
Just another academy student scumbag who subtly ignored and looked down on me.
And Korean men are all just the same slutty bastards.
Those bastards who'd later use hardworking women as ATMs, turning them into Pongpong-nyeo to do their dishes.
That Kim Do-jin bastard is the same kind of guy.
What kind of innocent, sickly, legal Shota pretty boy is he?
He's just a typical Korean scumbag and loser who opens his dick for academy female students."
Even though she'd only met him a few minutes ago, Ahn Su-mi was deeply shocked that Kim Do-jin—whom she'd mentally claimed as her boyfriend—turned out to be a slut.
She decided to take a petty yet bold revenge on Kim Do-jin.
"You fucking bastard. I'll sell all your underwear at the secret auction house.
If I say it's National Hunter Academy idol Kim Do-jin's underwear, all the high-flying perverts at the secret auction house will be dying to buy them.
And with so much semen on them...
...No. I'll just keep them myself."
Ahn Su-mi often swapped the underwear of popular, handsome male students at the academy.
She'd done it so many times she was an expert among experts.
It wasn't even a technique she'd developed; all the laundry room staff she worked with did it too.
Of course, the longer the tail, the more likely it is to get stepped on. Starting this year, rumors had spread, and male students stopped coming to drop off their laundry as often.
Even if they did come, it was for things like blankets or bed covers that were hard to wash individually. And even if they brought regular clothes, they used the washing machines in their personal rooms for their underwear.
Thinking back, it seemed like Kim Do-jin was the first male student this year to actually drop off his underwear.
She'd definitely heard that some kind of notice had been issued by the dormitory warden, so was he a bit of an idiot? Or just bold...
"Anyway, I'm worried because I openly fondled the semen in front of that boy... if he tells the dormitory warden, I'll get fired."
Of course, there was a high probability that the boy, being ashamed, would reveal his own weakness first, making it unlikely he'd do what she feared.
Especially a boy like Kim Do-jin; rather than seeming strong-willed or confrontational, he seemed deeply embarrassed and ashamed of what he'd done.
She chose her targets carefully, which was why she'd aggressively snapped at him, asking if it was sexual harassment or abuse of power.
"Ah, can't I use this to fuck him once? If he's already a slut giving out his dick so early in the semester, if I play my cards right, he'll probably give it to me too..."
The enraged Ahn Su-mi suddenly switched her train of thought and changed her mind.
While fingering her pussy, Ahn Su-mi schemed on how to fuck that legal pretty boy Shota no matter what.
'First, I'll pocket all the underwear... then wash the rest of the laundry and smear my arousal fluid all over it, just enough that he won't notice.
Hmm... but how can I fuck him? Should I just... try blackmailing him with the arousal fluid?
Would he really be stupid enough to open his legs for that?
No... from the look earlier, he seemed really docile.
I'll deliberately lead him with questioning, with the recorder on... or set up a camera, start with a kiss or small skinship first.
After doing those small things, I'll use the recorded video for the next blackmail, step by step...'
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I spent two days normally.
By 'normally' here, I mean I lived by getting fucked normally.
Early in the morning before school, I go to the Ahn sisters and get fucked.
In the morning, I attend some classes, then get called by Park Hye-ji, who summons the class president and vice president, and get fucked by Park Hye-ji and Choi Seo-ah.
After lunch, I try to dodge the Holy Sword Department's eyes and run to the dormitory, but I get caught, belly-punched for being cheeky, and fucked in the bathroom. Then I get dragged to the Holy Sword Department for the same reason, beg profusely for forgiveness while getting more belly punches, and get fucked even more. Then the Ahn sisters call me again, so I go to their house, get fucked, and get released. When I come back to the dormitory, Lee Ji-eun and Kim Ji-na—as if they just happened to come out for a walk after dinner—visit my room and fuck me until I fall asleep.
I spent two days normally with roughly that routine.
But today, Friday, was a bit special from the start.
First of all, it was true that I got fucked by the Ahn sisters early in the morning, but after that, the routine changed.
The Student Council President had summoned me before the morning classes.