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"So, who's Chaewon murdering today?" Kazuha asks, eyes flicking to the prefects' table where Kim Chaewon sits, posture perfect, expression unreadable.
"Probably her own libido," Yunjin fires back. "I bet she's never even thought about sex. She's like celibacy, but make it Prada."
Sakura chokes on her orange juice. "She's got to be into something. Maybe girls. Maybe she gets off on confiscating lip gloss."
Eunchae's eyes go wide. "Do you think she's ever...you know..." She makes a vague, deeply unhelpful gesture under the table.
"Touched herself? Eunchae, she probably does it with gloves on so she doesn't leave fingerprints," Yunjin deadpans. The table erupts.
Sakura leans in. "Let's make it interesting. Five bucks says no one can get Chaewon to crack. Ten if you catch her checking you out, Yunjin."
"Oh, please." Yunjin grins, flicking her hair. "She probably thinks boobs are a myth. But fine, I'll play."
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