## Chapter 56 – A Cruel Plan (2)
Leaving Yujin in the men’s restroom, soaked in my semen, I stared at the headmaster’s office. Should I go back in and violate Yujeong again? Or should I snitch on her, telling her that some kids were smoking in the men’s restroom, arranging a meeting between her and her daughter, who had lost her usual splendor and become pathetic?
Watching Yujin inside the men’s restroom, soaked to the bone in her see-through shirt, making up lies that wouldn’t even work on her mom, all while standing behind Yujeong, would be incredibly fun.
However, I chose neither. I returned to the classroom. A deserted, empty classroom, now that all the students had left—
Well, not quite. Nayeon was still there. Abandoned and ostracized because Yujin had it out for her, no one had bothered to wake her up.
I glanced at her sleeping face. She looked cute, sound asleep as if she’d been up late doing broadcasts last night.
I was about to shake Nayeon’s shoulder to wake her up for gym class… but ultimately, I withdrew my hand from her small shoulder.
Partly, it was because the security guard was in charge of gym class, so attendance wouldn’t be properly checked, making it unnecessary to wake her. But more than that, I felt ridiculous for even considering doing such a thing.
I walked towards the window, thinking about how I had dragged Nayeon into my plan before, using her as bait to get Yujin to beat her up. And I thought about what I had just done: raping Headmaster Yujeong in her office and taking her daughter to the men’s restroom. Even after all that, I wasn’t satisfied, and I thought about how I had been secretly enjoying conjuring up dark and chilling plans even under the sunlight.
Being that kind of person, I couldn’t pretend to be a friendly classmate to Nayeon.
I pushed aside the curtain fluttering in the wind and looked out the window. The timing was perfect. I saw Minhee returning to school after finishing her morning workout. Minhee was a sports scholarship student representing the school, so she got attendance credit for those kinds of activities.
Minhee was wearing a bizarre outfit—a modified hanbok tailored for athletic wear. But thanks to Minhee’s serious expression and sharp aura, the strange outfit looked almost plausible.
Minhee entered the school and naturally blended in with the students in gym class. But it was more like playtime than an actual gym class. The security guard, who had originally dreamed of being a teacher, had clearly put effort into preparing the lesson, but no one paid him any attention. The students had no intention of listening to his instructions, as he wasn’t a teacher and was openly ignored even by Yujeong.
The students split into groups, playing badminton or dodgeball, but Minhee couldn’t find a suitable opponent. Jiyeong and Sua had no intention of leaving the shade, and even Yujin, who would usually compete with Minhee out of sheer competitiveness, getting brutally beaten while her large breasts bounced around, bringing joy to many male students, was nowhere to be seen.
Minhee was a popular figure at school like Yujin, but unlike Yujin, she wasn’t friendly with everyone. And although not as much as Sua, she had an aura that made her seem unapproachable. Perhaps that was why the other female students didn’t want to face her, fearing they might get hurt. The male students also avoided Minhee. Winning against her in a sports match would be no gain, and losing would be a disgrace, and the chances of losing were much higher.
In the end, unable to find an opponent, Minhee walked around the field once and then took off her bizarre workout clothes, as if deciding to do some personal training. At that moment, not only the male students in our class who were playing ball but also students from other classes and even those looking out the window like me all stared at Minhee.
Unlike the uniforms, which were relatively strictly regulated due to Headmaster Yujeong, students were free to wear whatever they wanted for gym class besides the designated uniform, but that outfit was a bit much. It was excessively revealing. No, on second thought, aside from the tank top, it was a decent outfit. But it felt excessively revealing not because of the clothes but because of Minhee.
The leggings were ordinary leggings. The color wasn’t a see-through nude but the darkest black. However, Minhee’s body, especially her butt, turned those ordinary pants into something more sensual than the club dresses that prostitutes wore.
The pants, bulging out due to Minhee’s exceptionally large butt, would have ripped and revealed her bare skin to the people watching Minhee if they weren’t made of stretchy leggings material. It was a shame for the male students, but that didn’t mean there was nothing to see. Her thighs and hips, which were unusually developed like her large butt, and the visible panty line, were a sight that one could look at again and again without getting tired.
Minhee went to the horizontal bar and did a few pull-ups effortlessly. Feeling the gazes, she turned around.
The male students in our class, as if they hadn’t been looking at Minhee’s butt, turned their heads away. They resumed playing ball.
However, the thrown balls flew into the air, or they failed to catch the ball in time, hitting the receiver’s face before stopping.
Minhee started doing pull-ups again. It was different from before when she did a few effortlessly. She was doing it seriously. She would have finished her strength training in the early morning, and now was her break time, so there was no reason for her to overdo it like that. Why was she doing that?
Perhaps Minhee thought that people were watching her because they were impressed by her athletic abilities or to monitor her, so she was deliberately pushing herself.
Unlike Jiyeong, she was stupid; unlike Yujin, she lacked tact; and unlike Sua, she had no insight. So it was understandable that she would think that way. But despite my belittling assessment, people couldn’t take their eyes off Minhee. And in fact, that was the same for me.
Well-developed but not bulky, her back muscles were full of health, combined with the thick fat that remained no matter how much she exercised, her butt muscles.
It was a sight that one couldn’t pass by without looking, without getting an erection.
When Minhee finished her pull-ups with difficulty, everyone applauded. A woman ran up with a white towel and handed it to Minhee. I leaned my forehead against the window and stretched my right hand out to the glass, covering the transparent window with my fingerprints in the place where Minhee was standing.
I watched the woman carefully as Minhee wiped the sweat from her face with the towel she had handed her, then buried her face in the towel and smelled it before turning away.
Next. Yujin, next.
“Hick!”
Nayeon, who had woken up at some point, saw my face and gasped, making a small, bird-like sound with a rabbit-like expression. She looked at me with eyes that saw me as a rapist—no, something even worse, like a murderer, which made me feel unjustly accused.
Why are you looking at me with those eyes? I’ll kill you…
A sense of bitterness washed over me, and the anger soon disappeared.
“Sleep more. I’m leaving.”
I walked out of the classroom. I wandered around the school, where classes were in full swing. Walking aimlessly down the hallway next to the classroom where students were engrossed in their lessons and the teacher was reading English passages with fluent pronunciation, I didn’t feel like a student at all. I was reminded of what I had gone through and what had been taken from me.
Why does that ordinary appearance look so enviable? But I can’t go back there now. I can’t belong among them. This is where I belong.
I caressed the camera in my pocket and stood in front of the headmaster’s office. I put my ear to the door. I heard the voice of the person I expected to be there and the voice of someone who shouldn’t be there. It was a voice I had heard somewhere before. I didn’t remember the name, but I had definitely heard it.
I closed my eyes and tried to recall. It was a voice I had heard in our classroom this morning. The voice of a female student in the same class.
I opened my eyes and looked out the window towards the playground, recalling the face of a female student who wasn’t there on the playground when I looked from the classroom.
To be more certain, I put my ear to the headmaster’s office door again. I heard the abnormal voices of a ‘man and woman’ engrossed in an activity that shouldn’t be happening in a school where classes were in progress.
I smiled and took my ear away from the headmaster’s office door. It seems I’m not the only alien germ in this exemplary school.
No, since the headmaster is like that, the school’s reputation as an exemplary school is rotten from the start.
I left the headmaster alone, abandoned the proposal I was going to make to him, and turned around. I had luckily confirmed the reality of something I had only suspected, so I was thinking of changing my plan a bit. The changed plan was even more cruel to Yujeong as well as the headmaster, but I didn’t care.
I went to the headmaster’s office. Unlike the headmaster’s office, there was no need to put my ear to the door. I opened the door with the key I had stolen from Yujin’s bag when she came to our house.
As I put the key in the lock, a student who seemed to be running an errand passed by in the hallway and saw me, but there was no need to be intimidated. I was confident, so the other person didn’t suspect me. The other person passed by me as if I were just a passing background, without any suspicion. Yujeong had the absolute trust of the students at this school. The fact that she had deliciously sucked my dick in the headmaster’s office during class was something that even the most perverted person at this school couldn’t imagine—
Ah, maybe I can imagine it since it’s me?
Anyway, the door opened.
Yujeong wasn’t in the headmaster’s office. It didn’t matter. Even leaving only circumstantial evidence, the intelligent Yujeong would figure out what I intended. Then she would have no choice but to act as I intended.
I rummaged through the documents that the headmaster and the security guard had painstakingly organized last night. And I took out only the documents I had selected in advance—those containing Yujeong’s corruption, but which could be easily covered up by manipulating the figures.
I thought about leaving a note and scattering the documents on the floor, but I decided not to do anything so obvious. It was enough to leave one of the documents I had taken out slightly protruding.
I went out of the headmaster’s office. I didn’t lock the door to make it clear that I had come in and out.
I trudged to the playground. I approached the security guard, who was standing blankly with the gym class equipment that no one was paying attention to. I spoke to him. I had a pleasant conversation with him, carefully leaking information so that it didn’t seem intentional.
“The headmaster is working all day today. She said she would lecture me and make me stand next to her while she worked, but I begged for forgiveness and barely got it.”
The gym class was almost over. I came into the classroom alone early, and I saw Nayeon giving Yujin, whose clothes were soaked and unwearable, her own clothes. Yujin, who would have pretended to be strong in front of others, was now crying her eyes out on her desk, as if it didn’t matter in front of Nayeon.
