“It was nothing.
I just lay there for a bit.”
“If anything happens, tell me right away!
My mom’s a doctor, so I can get help immediately.”
Subin asked after me as carefully as if she were handling fragile treasure.
The excessive concern felt almost awkward.
“More importantly—are you going to the academy tomorrow too?”
“Yeah.
Oh!
I checked ahead of time, and you, me, and Chaerin are all assigned to the same class!”
“Oh yeah?
Want to head over together in the morning, then?”
At my suggestion I heard her suck in a sharp breath.
Silence stretched for a moment.
“…R-really?
We can… go together?”
“Why not?
We’re in the same class anyway.”
“Y-yes!
I’d love that!
Of course I would!
Then I’ll come to your place tomorrow morning!
What time should I get there?”
Her voice was bursting with excitement.
We settled the plan quickly.
Still, it was obvious she didn’t want to hang up; she hesitated and found a new topic.
“Um… are you looking forward to the academy?
Or… are you a little worried?”
Worried?
Only that my erection might never go down.
Outwardly I answered with calm indifference.
“Dunno.
We’ll see when we get there.
Sounds fun, though.”
“R-right?
It’ll definitely be fun!
And you… you’ll do great.
Everyone’s going to like you.”
Having run out of things to say, Subin eventually ended the call with a promise to see me tomorrow.
“See you tomorrow!”
“Yeah.
See you tomorrow.”
By evening Chaerin returned from her part-time job.
She looked tired, yet the moment she stepped inside she began preparing dinner for me.
The sizzle of oil and its rich aroma filled the small apartment, and my stomach growled on its own.
I lay on the mattress and watched her busy back—the apron strings cinched around her slender waist, the round outline of her hips visible through thin pants.
Imagining that body learning every service technique at the academy made tomorrow feel even more promising.
“It’s ready, so come out.”
Her blunt voice was accompanied by the clink of two plates set on the table.
Freshly made omurice still steamed.
On top of the fluffy yellow egg she had drawn a crooked cat face in ketchup.
She had clearly tried hard, but artistic talent was not among Chaerin’s gifts.
“This cat looks kind of angry.”
Her shoulders flinched.
She avoided my eyes and cleared her throat.
“Shut up and just eat.
I just scribbled it without thinking.”
An obvious lie—her face was bright red.
I smirked and picked up my spoon.
“Thanks for the food.”
I was about to dig in when I noticed Chaerin still sitting motionless.
“Why aren’t you eating?”
“Huh?
Obviously the man takes the first bite, then I eat.”
“Ah.”
Truly a convenient world for men.
I scooped a big spoonful of omurice into my mouth.
Soft egg and warm, savory fried rice melted together.
It was pretty good.
After we finished and while Chaerin washed the dishes, I found something among her things: several thick books—academy textbooks.
The thickest practical manual caught my eye especially.
Service Techniques for Master
Bored, I pulled it out and flipped the pages.
Explicit anatomical diagrams and detailed photographs explained exactly how to handle a woman’s body.
I turned the pages in quiet admiration of the sheer frankness until I stopped at “Chapter 2: Foundations of Caressing — Nipple Development.”
Textbook Excerpt
…It must be remembered that a woman’s nipples are not organs that exist solely for pleasure.
The nipples are the most basic physical site that proves her feelings toward a man.
An unerect nipple is like an unprepared heart.
Therefore, before sexual processing or intercourse, women must always bring their nipples to a firm erection, signaling that they are ready to receive Master’s touch.
In cases of inverted nipples, proceed to “Chapter 9: Special Disabilities.”
What an absurd explanation of nipples.
I kept flipping.
Textbook Excerpt
Basic Caress Method 1-3: Palm Rolling
Press the fully erect nipple under the palm and gently roll it.
The sensation of the hard bud gliding beneath soft skin delivers a stable, pleasing stimulation to the man…
That was as far as I got before Chaerin, who had somehow sidled up beside me, peeked at the same page.
“…Ugh, they really teach all this.”
She muttered, trying to sound casual while looking away, but her bright-red earlobes betrayed her true feelings with perfect honesty.
“Can I touch your chest later?”
“Really?!”
Chaerin cried out in pure delight.
Realizing how loud she had been, she grew thoroughly embarrassed.
“…I-I don’t know!
I’m going to wash up first.
I got all sweaty from work!”
With that she fled into the bathroom as if escaping.
I composed my heart with solemn reverence and prepared myself to touch Chaerin’s breasts.