Hero, Go To School! - Chapter 34

“Please, stop, ugh-, ugh-!”

His thighs and entire body trembled uncontrollably. His ur*thra twitched endlessly before beginning to drip clear fluid. As his p***s throbbed as if about to burst, Ian cried out, tears hanging in his eyes.

“It’s useless, no matter what you do!”

His resolve was formidable. It seemed nothing could break his stubbornness, not even if I were to literally tear off his n**ple.

Should I just suck it? A sudden impulse surged, but I couldn’t bring myself to touch my lips to it. In the end, I let go as if giving up.

“Huff-.”

Ian exhaled heavily and hastily covered his chest with both arms. I stared back at him, my expression neutral.

Silence flowed. The air in the room remained thick with tension, and we silently faced off, watching each other’s movements intently.

Then I slowly moved my hand.

“What are you doing?”

Ian’s voice echoed low. Despite his frown, my hand didn’t stop. The first button of my blouse had come undone, and without hesitation, I undid the next button.

“You’re not wearing clothes, so why can’t I?”

“……”

When I said it casually, Ian’s face froze instantly.

“Come to think of it, clothes really are insulting. All that flouncy decoration and cumbersome jewelry. I’m not some doll, why dress me up like this? Might as well just throw a bearskin over me”.

“Wait, you don’t have to go that far…”

Ian’s voice wavered. His expression was subtly tense, clearly wanting to stop me but flustered, unsure what to do.

“I just said what you said. Why?”

I smiled nonchalantly, watching his reaction. Ian roughly rubbed the back of his head, seemingly unable to bear watching me undress.

Of course, I had no intention of walking around naked. Unlike him, I was a human being who knew at least a modicum of shame.

I’ve just tried it once, and the reaction was better than when I’d pinched his n**ple.

Ian was agonizing between his principles and my nakedness. As the waiting dragged on, I suddenly pulled my front open. Or rather, I just pretended to.

Then Ian’s eyes widened, and he lunged at me, barely able to breathe.

“Ugh-.”

He grabbed me and pulled me into his arms as if hiding me. Pressed tightly against his chest, I could feel his wildly beating heart.

“I get it, I get it, stop.”

“What do you get?”

“……”

“Tell me straight. What do you get?”

I pressed him again. The pressure from his arms intensified. His voice came out so softly it was barely audible to me.

“…I’ll wear clothes.”

I cheered inwardly at that tiny, forced reply.

Finally, finally! How many days had it taken just to get him to wear a single outfit? Effort never betrays you. After all that struggle, I had finally succeeded.

I was so overwhelmed with emotion my eyes stung. I wondered if it had really been that difficult, yet my heart swelled with joy at the thought that my daily life would finally begin without having to see his naked body.

I nodded deeply in relief. Then I gently pushed away his firm chest.

“I’ll pick something as plain as possible.”

I could feel that my voice was flushed with excitement It was a mix of the relief that it was finally over and the sense of accomplishment, like I’d achieved something.

Ian nodded silently, covering his face with one hand. For some reason, his shoulders slumped like a defeated general, but I didn’t point it out.

I happily browsed the dressing room, selecting his clothes.

The spacious dressing room held garments of every conceivable design, yet I focused above all on selecting clothes unlikely to provoke his displeasure.

“Put it on and show me.”

Leaving those words behind, I stepped out first.

But even as time passed, the door showed no sign of opening. I wanted to knock on the dressing room door repeatedly, fearing he might have fled, but I held back.

Finally, after the sun had dipped below the ridge, the dressing room door opened. Ian emerged, dressed immaculately in the outfit I’d chosen, walking slowly out the door. The shirt, buttoned perfectly down to the last button, and the jacket that accentuated his physique formed a flawless harmony.

The moment I saw him, I stood there, dazed, for a long while. Ian in that outfit was beyond my expectations.