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The first and second days of the festival had passed without much incident.
After finishing her regular classes, Eo-ryeong hurried to the tavern booth. She pushed aside the tent flap and stepped inside, where a bustling crowd of students from her department had gathered in preparation.
Though it wasn’t yet time to open, the cooking team was already hard at work. On the first day, they had been overwhelmed with customers without any prior preparation, but yesterday and today they had managed to get things in order ahead of time.
Eo-ryeong awkwardly returned the greetings from her juniors as she made her way to a corner and tied her hair into a tight ponytail.
‘Today’s clothes are going to smell again…’
She looked down at what she was wearing, thinking about how her t-shirts from the previous two days were completely saturated with oil from making kimchi pancakes. Knowing today would be no different, she had reluctantly come in an old, shabby outfit she wouldn’t mind throwing away if need be.
‘Will he come today?’
As Eo-ryeong mixed flour and pre-cut kimchi in a large stainless steel bowl to prepare the pancake batter, she habitually checked her phone. Choi Dam-young, who had said he’d stop by since she was on the cooking team, hadn’t shown up the past two days. Still, she thought there was a good chance he’d visit today.
Maybe I should’ve worn something nicer…
Regret crept in belatedly.
She already felt self-conscious around men, and today she worried that she might end up being unfavorably compared to others. Of course, she didn’t care much for herself, but she couldn’t help but fret over whether Choi Dam-young might feel disappointed or uncomfortable because of it.
“What? Still no contact?”
“He said he’d check out other booths after finishing his shift yesterday… Maybe he got totally wasted and went off the grid.”
“Not even one person is answering?”
“Nope. I’ve been calling nonstop… Ugh, this is driving me crazy.”
After giving the thickened batter one last stir with a spatula and sealing it tightly with plastic wrap, Eo-ryeong noticed the commotion outside. Though she wasn’t usually the type to step in, this was her group after all, so she quietly peeked out to see if anything serious was going on.
“This is insane. Today’s supposed to be our peak sales day, but what are we supposed to do if the entire promotions team is MIA?”
Among the panicked group hopping anxiously, Eo-ryeong spotted Jung Ho, a male classmate who had once asked her for help. She didn’t know him well since she wasn’t very involved in department activities, but apparently, he was the current student council president. That explained why people were swarming around him.
Jung Ho, who had been raking his fingers through his hair in frustration, looked up and noticed Eo-ryeong staring at him. After a brief pause, he rolled his eyes exaggeratedly and trudged over toward her.
“Sunbae, are you done with preparations?”
“Huh? Yeah, almost.”
“How many people are on the cooking team?”
“If you count this shift and the next, probably around ten…”
Jung Ho muttered something under his breath before snapping his fingers, seemingly having found a solution. He called the student council over and then turned to Eo-ryeong, clasping his hands together and pleading earnestly.
“Could you possibly work with the promotions team just for today?”
“M-Me?”
“Yes. The promotions team is completely unreachable—they’re all too drunk. We need to redistribute personnel between the cooking and promotions teams. Otherwise, our revenue will tank today, Sunbae… You know the last day is the most important, right?”
“I-I get that, but… do I really have to join the promotions team?”
“That’s exactly why we need you!”
At that moment, Vice President Yoo Ye-ji, who had been assisting Jung Ho, hastily grabbed Eo-ryeong’s hand.
“To be honest, I suggested putting you on the promotions team from the start! Wasting your looks in the kitchen is such a loss for our business administration department!”
“Uh… What?”
“Just for today, please, Sunbae! Okay? Please?”
Before she knew it, a circle of eager juniors was imploring her with desperate eyes. It felt as though she were some kind of hero everyone was counting on. Unaccustomed to—and frankly overwhelmed by—this kind of attention, Eo-ryeong just wanted to escape as quickly as possible. In her flustered state, she blurted out:
“What exactly does the promotions team do…?”
“It’s simple! Just walk around campus a few times holding the promotional panels we made!”
It did sound easy enough. Unable to resist the pressure of their collective enthusiasm, Eo-ryeong reluctantly agreed.
So when the promotional team’s uniform arrived in front of her, she could only gape in disbelief—for an entirely different reason.
Apparently, the budget for the festival had been poured into improving food quality, leaving no funds to make uniforms for the serving team. Eo-ryeong had completely forgotten that the promotions team even had specially made outfits.
“You want me to wear… this?”
“Yes! Everyone wore it yesterday while walking around.”
Eo-ryeong, now in the economics building to change, silently gawked at the costume thrust into her hands. Without waiting for her reaction, her juniors shoved her into a bathroom stall.
Unable to resist their persistence, she begrudgingly changed into the outfit and stepped out.
“Isn’t this skirt… too short?”
Even though it was nearing summer, the hemline barely covered her thighs, prompting her to instinctively tug at it.
“Can’t I just wear stockings…?”
“Oh, Sunbae! The whole point of this outfit is to show off your legs! Why would you wear stockings?”
“Wow, but you look amazing!”
“Like Ye-ji said, we should’ve put you on the promotions team from the start. You’d have drawn crowds of guys since day one.”
Her juniors dragged her in front of a large mirror to admire the effect.
The specially ordered promotional outfit was none other than a cheongsam.
The form-fitting red dress accentuated her figure with its side slits, exuding undeniable femininity and drawing plenty of attention.
Taking advantage of the momentum, her juniors fussed over her further, untying her hastily made ponytail and restyling her hair neatly. They also touched up her light makeup to add more vibrancy to her look.
Promotions teams usually worked in pairs, but due to the shortage of personnel today, Eo-ryeong ended up walking around campus alone with a panel in hand.
As night fell, the flow of festival-goers continued to swell. The sheer embarrassment of wearing such an outfit made her want to flee every few minutes. Especially when groups of men whistled and openly ogled her—it was mortifying.
While wandering aimlessly, Eo-ryeong suddenly felt her ankle snagged by something shiny.
Next to a sprawling booth stood a sign that read [Metal Arts Department]. Displayed neatly were handmade accessories like piercings, rings, and bracelets. Intrigued, Eo-ryeong browsed until she spotted a black piercing. For some reason, it seemed like something Choi Dam-young would like, so she bought it almost impulsively.
Afterward, she power-walked back to her department’s booth as quickly as possible.
Setting down the panel, she approached cautiously—but something about the booth’s atmosphere felt off. Female students were huddled together, their faces flushed with excitement.
At first, Eo-ryeong thought it was because they were standing near the heat of the cooking area or perhaps due to the warm glow of the string lights above the tent. But the unmistakable buzz in the air told her otherwise.
“Welcome back!”
“Sunbae, you must be tired!”
Someone greeted her and moved aside, clearing her path.
Only then did Eo-ryeong glance around the interior of the booth. Her eyes widened when she spotted a man seated—or rather, wedged—between tables in the corner.
Now that she looked closer, not only the department students but also the female customers seated nearby kept sneaking glances at him.
Like them, Eo-ryeong found herself entranced by Choi Dam-young.
Dressed in a plain white t-shirt bearing a small brand logo and faded jeans, he rested his chin on his hand, listening to his friend talk. His expression was bored, as if nothing in the world interested him.
Ironically, this languid demeanor only piqued others’ curiosity—even more so for Eo-ryeong.
Unlike the outsiders merely observing from afar, she had firsthand experience of his firm muscles beneath that polished exterior and the warmth radiating from his skin.
Like Pavlov’s dog, the more he replayed it in his mind, the more he felt a phantom itch between his legs. Or, perhaps, it wasn’t a phantom itch at all...
Just then, Choi Dam-young shifted his gaze as if he sensed something.
The moment their sunken eyes met, an unknown tingling sensation pierced his heart.
It felt like he was back to the first day he met her.
Back then, he was helplessly captivated by an unknown sensuality and a bewitching atmosphere.
Choi Dam-young slowly twitched his eyebrows. He easily discerned her dark, unwavering gaze scanning her attire.
He rose from the blue plastic chair and strode towards her.
“Eo-ryeong-ah.”
“Yes?”
“I waited for you, thinking you were out for promotions... and you came back like this?”
Choi Dam-young, gripping Eo-ryeong’s wrist, intently studied the cheongsam with its dense white floral pattern on red fabric.
His naked gaze revealed two emotions: displeasure at Eo-ryeong’s appearance being exposed to others, and the same desire he displayed every dawn when he mounted her...
“Let’s go. Your work’s finished for today, right?”
“Pardon? Huh?”
He pulled Eo-ryeong towards the table he had just left. The gazes of his friends, or so they seemed, all turned to them. Choi Dam-young rummaged through his pockets, pulled out his wallet, extracted a card, and tossed it onto the table like a handout.
“Eat and go as you please.”
Then, as if he had finished his business, he gripped Eo-ryeong’s wrist and turned away without hesitation.
“What? Are you leaving now, you crazy bastard?”
“Hey! You dragged us here!”
“No, what are you... is just throwing a card enough?”
“It is, damn it. Let’s swipe it clean, guys.”
“Will this be enough? Should we go to the department store now?”
“It won’t make a dent in his wallet anyway.”
“That womanizer.”
Complaints poured out from the table he had left.
Eo-ryeong looked back worriedly, but Choi Dam-young put his arm around her shoulder, kissed her ear, and asked, “Where are your clothes to change into?”
“At the college building.”
“Let’s go, quickly.”
Choi Dam-young, as soon as he heard the answer, pulled Eo-ryeong away and hurried.
Eo-ryeong felt a growing sense of unease with each step. Usually, when they walked side by side, Choi Dam-young would lead the conversation and set the mood with his smooth, affable nature.
But today, he hadn’t said a word.
The silence between them was awkwardly unfamiliar, making her fingertips curl.
Glancing up at him, she saw his handsome face slightly tense and rigid.
Eo-ryeong swallowed nervously. She had never experienced any friction in their relationship, but she couldn’t help but wonder if he was angry.
Accustomed to others expressing anger and frustration towards her, Eo-ryeong’s first thought was not “why” he was angry, but “how” to appease him. Her large eyes darted around, as if ready to spill tears.
“Eo-ryeong-ah, wait a moment.”
As soon as they entered the college building, he pulled her into a lecture room tucked away in a corner.
The moment the door closed, he wrapped his arms around Eo-ryeong’s waist and kissed her.
Eo-ryeong, her mind filled with question marks, awkwardly gripped his arm. Choi Dam-young slipped his tongue between her slightly parted lips, licking her inner mouth.
“Mmm...”
The tingling stimulation throughout her mouth made Eo-ryeong forget her confusion and relax her body. Choi Dam-young sucked on her soft tongue and gently bit it before finally pulling away after a long, deep kiss.
In the dim light, Choi Dam-young’s pupils appeared dark and viscous, like shadows breeding in a corner.
He couldn’t take his eyes off Eo-ryeong’s attire, which was both elegant and subtly seductive. He then pulled her close, wrapping his long arms around her waist.
Their bodies pressed tightly together in the darkness.
His bulging front rubbed against her. The blatant and vulgar way he deliberately rubbed against her groin was like a beast desiring sex. Eo-ryeong, well aware of him as a physical being, blushed and shrank her shoulders.
Choi Dam-young lowered his head to Eo-ryeong’s neck. As his moist tongue touched and rolled across her skin, which had become dry from the outside air, goosebumps rose all over her body. When Eo-ryeong squirmed at his licking, he chuckled in a low voice.
Just then, they heard footsteps outside.
Eo-ryeong, in his arms, trembled with a different intensity than before. Choi Dam-young lifted her up and carried her to the corner of the lecture room.
He sat her on a long desk that could easily accommodate three or four people, spread her legs wide, revealing her thighs under her short, rolled-up skirt, and positioned himself between them.
Choi Dam-young, after thoroughly scanning Eo-ryeong from head to toe in her red cheongsam, stared intently at her exposed crotch. His burning gaze was impossible to ignore.
Soon, with a sigh, he pulled Eo-ryeong into a tight embrace.
“You walked around like this? On campus?”
His weary voice was rough. Eo-ryeong, remembering his silence on the way here, cautiously asked,
“Are you... angry? Because of this?”
“Yes.”
His straightforward answer, however, was too clear and calm to express anger. He fondled Eo-ryeong’s buttocks like a lecher and nibbled on the gold-trimmed neckline.
“Did anyone ask for your number, baby?”
“Pardon? No...”
“Did anyone bother you?”
Just as she was about to say no, a memory popped up: the group of men who had whistled unpleasantly as they passed her. When she hesitated to answer, Choi Dam-young’s eyes flashed, and he smiled nervously.
“Damn it, they did.”
He sighed deeply, resting his forehead on Eo-ryeong’s shoulder, as if he was about to lose his mind. Sensing his mood deteriorating in real time, Eo-ryeong became anxious.
“Don’t be angry...”
She quickly raised her hand, gently caressing his chin and whispering cautiously.
She had tried to figure out how to appease him on the way here, but couldn’t find an answer.
Choi Dam-young had never made her feel this way before. He had always maintained a pleasant atmosphere with his characteristic nonchalance.
So, this was the only kind of comfort she could offer.
Choi Dam-young glanced up at her and smiled, as if giving in. He then pressed his lips deeply against her palm, which was timidly caressing his face.
His hand, which had been kneading her buttocks like dough, moved up and groped around her back. Choi Dam-young, moving his invisible hands busily, asked casually,
“By the way, how do you take this off, baby?”
His dark pupils, revealed in the dim light, gleamed with a seductive interest. Eo-ryeong finally understood the purpose of his busy hands groping her back. Before she could answer, he growled ominously, his face turning bestial.
“Should I just rip it off...?”
“...”
“Should I rip it?”
Eo-ryeong hastily grabbed her skirt and shook her head. Choi Dam-young, with a face full of disappointment, merely pushed the skirt up. As the thin fabric rolled up, her skin made direct contact with the cold, wooden desk, sending a chill through her.
At that moment, Eo-ryeong, worried that her worst fears were about to become reality, looked up at him anxiously. Reading her emotions easily, Choi Dam-young formed an “o” with his mouth and asked, smiling,
“Baby, have you ever had sex at school?”
“N-no.”
Eo-ryeong, who was not only a stranger to such activities but also unsociable and introverted, had never really participated in departmental life. Facing this situation only in her fourth year, just before graduation, her bewilderment was understandable.
More than that, Eo-ryeong noticed Choi Dam-young’s actions, naturally choosing a spot hidden from the door, and narrowed her eyes slightly.
“Have you ever?”
Asked in return, Choi Dam-young, lost in lewd thoughts about how to undress Eo-ryeong, paused slightly.
He then kissed Eo-ryeong’s cheek and pulled away, wearing a picture-perfect smile that seemed incapable of producing spit.
“Of course not.”
On the contrary, the flawless smile exuded a strong scent of disbelief.
Before she could say anything about it, Choi Dam-young skillfully removed Eo-ryeong’s shorts and panties. He then naturally bent down and positioned his smooth, curved nose between Eo-ryeong’s legs.
“Ah...!”
It happened so quickly that she couldn’t stop him. Eo-ryeong grabbed his hair like a lifeline and bit her lower lip. The fleshy mass that had just tasted her mouth began to explore her lower region.
His tongue rolled around the soft flesh, slipping into the increasingly wet and opening hole. It was a teasing tongue that tormented her as if playing a game. Eo-ryeong quickly covered her mouth with one hand and tilted her head back. Warm breaths permeated the palm covering her lips.
“Uhn, uhn...!”
Slurp, slurp. The sounds of him sucking on her so vigorously, the sounds of her fluids being drawn into his mouth, were clearly audible.
When Eo-ryeong tried to move her hips as if to escape, Choi Dam-young prevented her by grabbing her buttocks and pulling her towards his face. The soft, opening hole made even more direct contact with his lips.
As his moist breaths and the soft flesh caressed her entrance, her inner thighs instinctively tensed. Choi Dam-young rubbed the small mole under her labia and greedily licked the protruding clit.
“Ah-ooh!”
Even if she tried to suppress it, her moans were so seductive that anyone listening closely would recognize them. Choi Dam-young, noticing her restless hips, chuckled softly. Even the vibration of his laughter returned to Eo-ryeong as a tingling sensation.
He stopped sucking on the moist outer surface and began to enter the narrow inside. Even with just the tip of his pointed tongue pressed in, her inner walls were already sticking to him. The suction was incredibly powerful, no matter how many times he felt it.
Choi Dam-young unzipped his pants while thrusting his moist tongue into Eo-ryeong’s hole.
The tender flesh, now easily loosened with just a few strokes, wrapped around his tongue tightly. As he pushed his thick tongue deep inside and swirled it around, her inner walls contracted and then released, gushing out opaque fluids.
He swallowed them without hesitation, his Adam’s apple bobbing savagely. Eo-ryeong, horrified, shook her head and pushed his shoulder. Of course, Choi Dam-young wouldn’t budge. He only lifted his head when Eo-ryeong was panting with a flushed face.
“I want to suck your nipples, Eo-ryeong-ah.”
“Heuk...”
“It’s the best when I suck your nipples while I’m inside you, your lower mouth clenches so tight.”
Choi Dam-young buried his face in Eo-ryeong’s breasts, rubbing against them slowly, as if pouting. His seductive lips and tongue quickly found her nipples and began to nibble on them.
Even though they were hidden under her bra and clothes, her body was so overheated that it felt like her nipples were being directly teased. Without seeing them, she knew the pink protrusions were becoming thick and swollen. He had tormented her so much at night that Eo-ryeong now knew how thrilling it was to have her nipples touched.
He put on a condom from his back pocket and positioned the tip of his cock at her slippery entrance. Then, he pulled Eo-ryeong’s hips towards him, creating the illusion that she was slowly devouring his cock.
“Ah, haah...!”
When the head entered, the strength in her eyes left her. When he was halfway in, she involuntarily gasped. When he finally thrust deep inside, her stiff spine arched into a curve.
Choi Dam-young, lightly admiring the commotion of her trembling vaginal walls with just the insertion, scratched the black mole on her perineum with his fingernail. Having been stimulated every day, the mole, which had previously been unremarkable, had become a sensitive spot that made Eo-ryeong flinch.
“Eo-ryeong-ah, are you tense?”
He breathed heavily, cupped Eo-ryeong’s abdomen, and gently rubbed her insides.
“It feels narrower than usual...”
“Uhn, eu... haah...!”
Choi Dam-young gradually increased his speed, rocking his hips back and forth. The thick, veiny shaft, relying on a thin layer of latex, mercilessly stretched Eo-ryeong’s vagina.
As always, his lower body was quite ruthless compared to his gentle and amiable demeanor. Well, it was absurd to have such a weapon attached to a face that could easily be described as pretty.
Eo-ryeong gripped his shoulders and bit her lips, trying to suppress her moans. Choi Dam-young, as if urging her not to, slipped his tongue between her lips and licked away the muffled moans.
“Uhn, ah, ah...”
Although it was close to summer, the wind was still chilly and the air cool at night. Her body, soaked in the night air, was gradually consumed by the hot pleasure of their coupling.
Choi Dam-young gripped Eo-ryeong’s calves and pulled her closer. Her hips lifted slightly off the desk, deepening their connection. Naturally, Eo-ryeong’s hands reached back to brace herself on the desk. The deep shadows they cast twisted into a seductive form of copulation.
Choi Dam-young began to thrust with a thwack, thwack rhythm.
Each time his thick cock pushed against the slippery inner flesh, her lower abdomen felt like it was being squeezed tightly. With each accompanying spasm, her body stiffened and then relaxed with a soft moan, her lower region becoming increasingly wet.
He skillfully thrust and glanced down at their intertwined crotches, grinning.
“You’re squirting a lot, aren’t you?”
“Hnn, don’t say things like that...”
“Uhn, your inside is screaming that it loves it?”
He braced her inner thighs with his arms and put more force into his hips.
Each time his glans pressed against her familiar insides, which felt like her uterus, her vision blurred and heat pooled below her navel.
Choi Dam-young muttered a small curse.
It was impossible to minimize his movements, even if he wanted to, considering the location. The allure of her insides, cradling and sucking his swollen cock like a cradle, was maddeningly intoxicating.
The hip movements, lifting the soft inner walls, betrayed their owner and became wildly energetic. The desk they leaned against shook violently.
Eo-ryeong urgently grabbed his chest.
“Ah! The sound...”
“Uhn?”
“The sound is too loud...”
“What sound?”
Eo-ryeong shuddered at his tongue, which was clinging to her earlobe like a suction cup. His deep voice, a tangled mess of excitement, was close to her ear. Choi Dam-young’s voice tended to become languid and low when he was aroused.
“The desk, the desk is shaking... if someone comes in...”
Choi Dam-young, hearing her stammered words, lifted his head with a playful expression.
“Does imagining it turn you on?”
He asked, giving her a light thrust.
“Your hole is clenching.”
“Ugh, no, I’m not...”
“Yes, you are... I almost came just now.”
That was a lie. Eo-ryeong knew very well from the nights they had spent together how persistent Choi Dam-young was when it came to sex. He wasn’t a massive, muscle-bound man, but rather had well-defined lean muscles, making everything he wore look good on him. He had far more stamina than he appeared to.
If Eo-ryeong was caught by him, she could be tormented for hours before being released. The scariest part was that while she was completely exhausted, Choi Dam-young would still be full of energy, washing her and taking care of everything afterward.
“Should I go slower?”
“Yes, yes...”
He kissed Eo-ryeong’s tightly closed eyelids and resumed his piston-like movements slowly, as he had promised.
Eo-ryeong, her body swaying weakly, her facial muscles relaxed, soon wore a slightly bewildered expression.
At first, she could manage, but this slow pace actually made the sensation feel more intense and lingering.
In other words... the sensations of his cock’s ridges and the sensitive inner walls rubbing against each other felt more detailed. It might not matter when she was calm, but in her heightened state, it was nothing but poison that melted her composure.
“Ugh, hnn...”
When she bit her lip to suppress her moans, Choi Dam-young, as if sensing her state, moved his hips more languidly and flexibly.
His cock, showing no signs of slowing, gradually spread the folds of her entrance, scraping her insides evenly, then suddenly retreating, the stimulation was too vivid. A tingling sensation spread through her brain, and her mouth involuntarily watered.
“Ha, I can’t take it. At this rate, I feel like I’m going to die.”
“Ah, ugh, gasp...!”
Choi Dam-young, who had been moving his hips leisurely and seductively, suddenly lifted her up. His erect cock, with veins bulging like a snake’s body, clung stubbornly to Eo-ryeong’s vaginal walls, reluctant to leave the narrow, moist tunnel.
Because he moved while holding her, Eo-ryeong was suddenly suspended in the air, her lower region being thrust into haphazardly. He chuckled softly, hearing Eo-ryeong’s soft moans, which she tried to suppress but still slipped through her lips.
Choi Dam-young settled on the floor between the lecture room desk and the wall. Leaning against the wall, he sat Eo-ryeong on his thighs and spread her buttocks wide, revealing them under her skirt.
“It’s so wet, isn’t it?”
As he said, her buttocks were stretched wide enough to reveal her crevice, and each time the tension relaxed, the fluids between them clumped together like glue, making a loud squelching sound.
“Baby, you have to move your hips.”
Choi Dam-young naturally urged her, and Eo-ryeong, not knowing what else to do, moved her hips back and forth while his cock was still inside her, her knees raised. Even with her weak and clumsy movements, the cock inside her seemed to enjoy it, pulsing vividly.
While Eo-ryeong moved her hips skillfully, Choi Dam-young found her breasts hidden under her clothes and rubbed his tongue over them, continuing the heated passion. Every time he couldn’t hide his desire and bit her nipple, Eo-ryeong let out a small scream.
Just then.
“Damn it. I was going straight to the pub, but this is annoying.”
“I told you I’d come alone.”
Along with the bickering voices, the lecture room’s front door suddenly opened. Caught off guard, Eo-ryeong froze like ice.
Unlike her, Choi Dam-young calmly glanced over the lecture room desk and made a “shush” gesture to Eo-ryeong, who was rolling her eyes in astonishment.
“How can I pay if you don’t have your wallet? Stop complaining and hurry up and find it.”
“Wait. It was around here...”
It seemed someone had left their wallet in the lecture room and came back to find it. Her heart fluttered anxiously with every sound of their footsteps on the floor. Sweat, impossible to hide, beaded on the palm gripping Choi Dam-young’s clothes.
Although they were hidden in the back, in a dark corner, there was no telling when they might be discovered. The thought of being caught made her body tense, and she became acutely aware of the thick cock inside her.
Then, Choi Dam-young suddenly grabbed one of Eo-ryeong’s buttocks and spread it.
Squish...
A wet sound, audible only to the two of them, echoed. Eo-ryeong hurriedly lifted her head, which had been buried in his chest. Choi Dam-young, showing no sense of crisis, curved his lips into a smooth smile and moved his hips slightly.
Eo-ryeong, her face about to burst into tears, frantically shook her head. Each time he moved his lower body as he pleased, she desperately tried to stop him, even leaving soft butterfly kisses on his lips.
“Hey, hey, come to think of it, what’s her name? Eo-ryeong? Is it Lee Eo-ryeong, senior? Did you see her today?”
Amid their lewd and silent battle, her name suddenly pierced her ears, spoken by another voice.
Choi Dam-young, who had been smiling playfully, his eyes crinkling with amusement, tensed his eyebrows.
“Oh, yeah, the red cheongsam?”
“I didn’t know because she always just quietly attended class, but she looks like a completely different person when she’s dressed up like that.”
“Her figure is no joke. I almost got a nosebleed when I saw her in that cheongsam earlier.”
“Yeah, maybe I should ask for her number next time I see her.”
While they chatted, one of them soon exclaimed, “Found it!” Their tangled footsteps headed straight for the lecture room door. They continued to talk about Eo-ryeong until they left the room.
Eo-ryeong, her head stretched out like a meerkat due to the overwhelming anxiety, turned to him only after confirming that the lecture room door had closed. She then flinched, seeing Choi Dam-young’s face, which was now stiff, unlike when he was playing a dangerous game earlier.
“Those bastards...”
“Ah...! Ah, wait, wait...!”
He grabbed Eo-ryeong’s buttocks as if he was about to crush them and thrust his half-inserted cock wildly. Eo-ryeong buried her face in his shoulder, trembling with pleasure as if every nerve in her body was twisting. Still, Choi Dam-young didn’t stop, thrusting deep inside her.
“Ah, ahh, ugh, haah...!”
Eo-ryeong, from some point on, no longer thought about someone coming in, wetting her lips with saliva and letting out moans. Vaginal fluids flowed thickly between the folds of her vagina, which were stretched wide and then relaxed. Choi Dam-young didn’t care if his pants were stained with it, as if he was focused on thrusting inside her.
Thwack, thwack, thwack!
Her insides were ruthlessly pounded with a force and speed impossible in any position where someone was sitting.
“Haaaah...!”
Eo-ryeong, trembling like an aspen, stiffened her body the moment his cock was thrust vertically into her, as if it would lodge in her intestines, overwhelmed by the tingling ecstasy that consumed her from head to toe.
Choi Dam-young deliberately gripped Eo-ryeong’s pelvis tightly and lifted her body. When he pulled out his cock, which had been buried up to the dark scrotum, slightly, the excitement fluid clinging to her vagina burst out thickly.
Her legs gave out, but he forced her to stand. Eo-ryeong, who had hurriedly stood up, braced herself on the desk. Choi Dam-young, who had stood up with her, grabbed Eo-ryeong’s lower abdomen and inserted himself from behind.
Unlike Eo-ryeong, his huge cock, which had not yet reached climax, mercilessly spread her sensitive, throbbing hole. Eo-ryeong swallowed a sob and gripped the desk with trembling hands.
“See? Doesn’t this make me angry?”
“Hnn, ugh...”
“What will you say if those bastards ask for your number?”
Even as he asked, as if scolding her, Choi Dam-young was thrusting violently. His voice was even breaking, he was so passionate.
Her buttocks, exposed under her pushed-up skirt, collided with his pubic bone, creating a seductive slapping sound. Vaginal fluids flowed down her spread thighs like sticky honey.
“Huh?”
When she couldn’t answer because of his relentless thrusting, he reached forward and caressed Eo-ryeong’s mound.
The moment she swallowed her breath in anxiety, two long, straight fingers traced the swollen labia, which were holding his cock. The fingers, which had been hovering around her, naturally settled on her reddened, engorged clit.
“Ahhh, wait, wait...!”
When he began to circle that spot, her vision blurred and her insides churned. As Eo-ryeong’s upper body leaned towards the desk as if about to collapse, Choi Dam-young used his arms to stop her. He forced her to lean against him, mercilessly teasing and pinching her clit, causing Eo-ryeong’s inner walls, filled with his cock, to tremble.
“Listen carefully, haah.”
“Uhn, hng...!”
“I have a boyfriend, hoo.”
“Ah, ahh...! Yes...!”
“I can’t give you my number... damn, you’re tight...”
“Slowly, heuk, ah-ooh...”
Choi Dam-young, realizing that they were each saying their own thing—hers being pleas—let out a deflated laugh. He brought his lips close to her ear and whispered softly.
“Baby, are you listening to me, right?”
“Yes, yes...”
“Okay, I’ll trust you?”
With her clit and inside being stimulated simultaneously, the edges of Eo-ryeong’s mind had long since scattered like crumbs. So she had no idea what he was saying, what he was going to trust.
At this point, the only thing that mattered was the desire to relieve the burning itch inside her.
Just as Choi Dam-young propped up one leg and started to thrust inside her again, her mind spun with dizzying heat.
“Ah, ah, ah...!”
He thrust well, holding up one of Eo-ryeong’s legs. He had forgotten about tormenting her erect clit and was now focused on thrusting his cock into her clinging vaginal walls.
He was so fierce and greedy that Eo-ryeong’s belly trembled from the force of his thrusts. Sticky fluids pooled below where they met and separated.
Thwack, thwack!
Their crotches met and separated for a long time, and her moans became thinner and weaker. Just as her hands, gripping the desk, turned white from the force, his cock, which had been pounding into her hot, parted buttocks, thrust deep inside, taking her breath away.
The fullness was so intense that Eo-ryeong coughed briefly. From behind, Choi Dam-young made a low, throaty sound. His cock was so thick that she could clearly feel it pulsing inside her vaginal walls.
“Haah, ha...”
Eo-ryeong became a limp rag doll and collapsed onto the desk. Choi Dam-young hugged her and sat her properly on the desk.
Their faces, slack and relaxed, showed how deeply she was immersed in the afterglow of their passion. Eo-ryeong, who had been panting while holding onto his shoulder, soon realized that Choi Dam-young was staring blatantly between her legs and slightly closed her knees.
“Why are you covering it? It looks good.”
He tickled her protruding knees with his fingers, but she only shook her flushed face.
“Eo-ryeong can look at mine too.”
Her eyes reflexively went to his cock. Encased in a condom filled with thick semen, it was still erect, as if one climax wasn’t enough.
The way it stood so proudly made her eyes burn. Unlike her, who was busy closing her legs, he was completely calm, as if he felt no shame.
“I don’t have anything to wipe it with. Should I use my T-shirt?”
Choi Dam-young crossed his hands as if he was about to take off his short-sleeved shirt.
If he wiped it with that, was he planning to walk home naked? Eo-ryeong quickly shook her head and gestured towards the door.
“There’s a bathroom right in front of here...”
“Then I’ll be right back, so wait for me.”
He kissed Eo-ryeong’s forehead and pretended to leave, but stopped and pulled down her rolled-up skirt. He met her eyes and said, “In case someone sees,” then lightly nipped her nose and headed for the lecture room door.
Eo-ryeong waited for him, spacing out for a moment. The aftershocks of her orgasm left her completely drained. The hole he had repeatedly thrust into was still sore.
As she waited, she remembered his friends, whom she hadn’t been able to properly greet. Were they still at the pub?
‘That womanizer.’
The strange word one of them had used came to mind.
Womanizer? What is a womanizer...?
She didn’t know what it meant, but it was clearly a word used to describe him.
“Spread your legs.”
Choi Dam-young, who had returned to the lecture room, urged her. His expression was more relaxed than before, clearly showing the afterglow of their passion.
She knew he was going to wipe her, though she was embarrassed, so she only slightly parted her knees. His hand, holding a wad of tissues, slipped inside her without hesitation.
“By the way...”
“Yes.”
“What is a womanizer...?”
She looked around and asked in a tiny voice, like they were sharing a secret.
Choi Dam-young, who was wiping the obvious clumps of fluid left on Eo-ryeong’s thighs, looked up with a stunned expression.
Seeing that, she suddenly felt scared.
Had she asked something she shouldn’t have? Choi Dam-young was so kind to her that she sometimes wanted to ask him everything she was curious about.
But her anxiety was short-lived. Choi Dam-young cleared his throat as if it was burning.
“It’s a bad word, baby.”
A bad word? But his friend had used it to describe him...
Eo-ryeong looked confused, and Choi Dam-young licked his dry lips and smiled.
“So, if anyone ever calls you that, punch them in the nose. Okay?”
He seemed determined to get an answer, so Eo-ryeong nodded blankly. Choi Dam-young, satisfied, continued to wipe her.
Anyway, that’s why he couldn’t let her meet his friends. Eo-ryeong would be shocked if she knew that a womanizer meant “a guy crazy about women.”
She had burst into tears just from seeing him tear the corner of a condom wrapper with his teeth.
A womanizer was just a nickname that others had given him based on his promiscuous behavior, even though he didn’t want it. He had never hesitated to let anyone know about it, but he wanted to keep the vulgarity of the nickname and his vaguely guessed past a complete secret from Eo-ryeong.
“I parked the car near the sports field. I’ll come this way, so change your clothes and come out?”
“Didn’t you drink earlier?”
She couldn’t help but ask, remembering the bottles scattered on the table at the pub where he had been sitting.
“How could I drink when I’m with you?”
Choi Dam-young smiled as if he had heard a very obvious and funny question. It was a smile like the moonlight that streamed through the window above the lecture room.
The fact that he seemed to consider driving her home a kind of duty made her heart swell. Choi Dam-young stroked Eo-ryeong’s cheek, noticing her expression.
“Can you stand?”
“U-yes...”
But as soon as she got off the desk, her legs wobbled, contradicting her answer.
“Should I carry you?”
“N-no. That would be terrible.”
“Terrible?”
She still remembered the commotion caused by the students who saw Choi Dam-young when he came to see her for no reason before they started dating.
As far as Eo-ryeong knew, his appearance had caused a stir that lasted until the next day. She had secretly shuddered when she saw her classmates talking about “that foreign car from yesterday” before class started. She was terrified of drawing attention to herself.
There was no need to even go back to that day’s memory. It was the same at the pub earlier. Choi Dam-young attracted the attention of everyone around him simply by sitting with his friends.
If they were to be seen leaving the school together, or rather, if she were seen being carried by him, on a day like today with crowds of people... just the thought of it gave her a headache. He was, in many ways, a dangerously attractive face.
“I’ll, I’ll go out by myself.”
“Okay. Call me if you absolutely can’t manage.”
Choi Dam-young roughly tidied Eo-ryeong’s disheveled hair and kissed the top of her head. While he meticulously took care of her appearance, he didn’t even think to check his own.
Eo-ryeong silently reached out and fumbled with the front of his pants, which were buttoned but still unzipped. If they both went out looking like this, it would be like advertising that they had just had sex in the lecture room at night.
Suddenly, the reality of what they had just done hit her, and a hot flush spread across her face.
Oh my god. What on earth did we just do at school?
She was sure that every time she had class in this lecture room in the future, this incident would come to mind.
Eo-ryeong, left alone, only left the lecture room after she had barely managed to calm her flushed cheeks.
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