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Naked in her room, Da-eun stirred her heavy body at the loud ringing of the doorbell.
Her feet sank into the floor as if it were a swamp. She dragged her heavy legs, as if wearing sandbags on her ankles, towards the front door, but no matter how fast she ran, her body wouldn’t obey, as if in slow motion.
Knock knock!
The sound of knocking on the door only made her more anxious, and Da-eun, who had arrived at the front door, suddenly noticed a large university jacket.
“Why is that here?”
Da-eun dragged her heavy body, as heavy as waterlogged cotton, and laboriously lifted the jacket. The jacket, which looked twice her size, was familiar. The initials ‘JW Yoon’ were written on the sleeve. It was definitely Yoon Joo-won’s university jacket.
Panic-stricken and out of her mind, Da-eun opened the closet drawer, careful not to be seen. She struggled to put the heavy jacket in the drawer, but it was too big, and the drawer wouldn’t close.
“Go in... it has to go in...”
Da-eun sweated profusely. She diligently stuffed the jacket into the drawer.
Thump thump thump!
She pushed and pulled the drawer, banging it, but the oversized jacket wouldn’t fit.
The front door burst open.
“Kyaa!”
The jacket fell over Da-eun.
Da-eun woke up with a scream.
It was a dog dream.
***
“I probably won’t win the lottery this week either, huh?”
“That’s a really sexual dream, you know?”
She had briefly told Su-jin about her bizarre dream last night, and today, as always, Su-jin’s interpretation led to sex.
“Here we go again.”
“The drawer symbolizes the female genitalia, you know.”
“Whatever.”
Da-eun walked out of the student union building alongside Su-jin, pressing her hand to her throbbing head.
“A big university jacket wouldn’t fit in the drawer? Do you have a crush on someone?”
Da-eun glared at Su-jin but felt a pang in her heart.
Freud’s theory that a ‘drawer’ symbolizes ‘female genitalia’ was well-known to anyone studying aesthetics or in the humanities.
While she thought that applying 19th-century symbols, especially those from Western society, directly to modern South Korea was a stretch, she couldn’t completely deny that her dream last night contained sexual metaphors.
She hadn’t told Su-jin that part, but the initials on the jacket were also Yoon Joo-won’s name.
This is driving me crazy. Now I’m even having weird dreams. I wish I’d dream of my ancestors or something, so that a ray of hope, like winning the lottery, would shine down on this humanities student with no job prospects.
“Headache? I thought you said it hadn’t been hurting for a while, and now you’re sickly again?”
“Yeah.”
Seeing Da-eun’s hardened expression, Su-jin stopped joking.
“Exams are all over, so cheer up. We’re going out for drinks later, right?”
“No.”
“It’s the last get-together before the guys go to the army. Let’s go.”
“I’m not going.”
“We won’t see our classmates again until they get leave.”
“When did we ever see them? I’m going. I need to stop by Professor Park Eun-joo’s office for a bit.”
“Going to ask your supervising professor for a favor?”
“No, I haven’t made up my mind yet. She just asked me to come to her office.”
“Okay. See you tomorrow.”
Da-eun said goodbye to Su-jin and headed towards the humanities building. Her heart pounded at the professor’s sudden request to come to her office.
Come to think of it, as Su-jin said, her body, which had felt refreshed for a while, had been acting up again recently.
She had gone back to drinking coffee constantly, and although she was taking painkillers, herbal medicine, and even the turtle extract her father sent, her headaches hadn’t stopped for the past few days.
Could it really be stress-related? Lee Su-jin’s theory was a bit of a leap, but anyway, stress could be relieved by sex.
Would having sex again make this terrible headache disappear?
Thinking about it, it wasn’t easy to find a sex partner like Yoon Joo-won.
The handsome, identifiably chaste guy turned out to have an unbelievably large cock.
No. What am I thinking again?
Get a grip, Hwang Da-eun.
Lost in her crazy thoughts, she was already inside the humanities building.
Da-eun took the elevator and got off on the fourth floor. Her heart beat faster and faster as she approached Professor Park Eun-joo’s office.
Da-eun wanted to continue studying aesthetics. Her family wasn’t well-off, so she wouldn’t be able to go to graduate school without a scholarship. Considering tuition fees, her alma mater, being a national university, was more suitable than other prestigious private universities known for aesthetics.
In that sense, she wanted to make a good impression on Professor Park Eun-joo even more. Professor Park Eun-joo, a giant in the field of aesthetics and a tenured professor of aesthetics at Korea University’s College of Humanities, was a role model that every aesthetics student dreamed of.
The seniors in the doctoral program terribly disliked Professor Park Eun-joo, a prickly workaholic, but it was better to learn under Professor Park Eun-joo, who never went home, than under a bad professor who embezzled research funds or made unwanted advances towards students.
And if possible, she also had the ambition to study under the best master in the field.
Over the past few years, Da-eun had taken all of Professor Park Eun-joo’s classes like a stalker and had received A+ in all of them without missing a single one. She was an unapproachable figure, but that made her even more respectable.
Knock knock.
At the knock, Professor Park Eun-joo’s sensitive voice came from inside.
“Come in.”
“Hello, Professor.”
Da-eun, filled with a sense of discipline, bowed deeply at a 90-degree angle in front of Professor Park Eun-joo.
For some reason, Professor Park Eun-joo adjusted her glasses with a bright smile and personally rose from her seat to greet Da-eun. The sight of Professor Park Eun-joo, who was always expressionless, welcoming Da-eun with a smile felt strangely eerie. Her lips were smiling, but her eyes were somehow... persistent.
Sitting side by side on the sofa in the office, Professor Park Eun-joo stared at Da-eun uncomfortably closely.
“Our Da-eun, I hear you’re thinking about graduate school?”
‘Our’ Da-eun, she said.
Since when had she become Professor Park Eun-joo’s ‘our’ Da-eun? However, she didn’t dislike the familiar address.
But how had it reached Professor Park Eun-joo’s ears?
She hadn’t even gotten permission from her parents to go to graduate school yet, and she hadn’t requested a professor’s interview because she hadn’t decided which school to apply to.
“Yes. I’m considering it these days.”
“You must come under my guidance.”
“Really?”
Da-eun almost fainted at Professor Park Eun-joo’s suggestion. Of course, there was room to take a little more time and weigh her options, but if Professor Park Eun-joo offered her a hand first, there was no need to reconsider.
Especially at Korea University, where graduate school competition was fierce, if Professor Park Eun-joo offered to mentor her, it was no exaggeration to say that passing the second stage of the entrance exam was guaranteed if she just passed the first one.
“Why? Do you have another lab in mind?”
“Ah, no. It’s an honor, Professor...”
As a moved Da-eun couldn’t continue speaking, Professor Park Eun-joo smiled kindly and patted her shoulder.
The fact that a person who never usually smiled kept smiling made her spine tingle as if she had fallen into a trap.
Her mouth was smiling, but her eyes still had a predatory look, making Da-eun feel at a loss, only able to move her lips.
“Da-eun-ah, could you go to my desk and bring me some books?”
“Yes, Professor!”
Da-eun jumped up from the sofa and briskly headed to Professor Park Eun-joo’s desk.
“All of these?”
“Yes, all of them.”
Da-eun was about to leave with the five books piled on the desk when her gaze suddenly stopped at a family photo placed in front of the monitor.
Beside the seemingly stern Professor Park Eun-joo were a kind-looking middle-aged man and a handsome son.
“......!”
Yoon Joo-won.
Why are you here?
Da-eun swallowed hard and stared blankly at the frame. Come to think of it, Professor Park Eun-joo’s height, well over 170cm for a woman, her deep, large monolid eyes, and her sharp yet intellectual aura were exactly like Yoon Joo-won’s.
Da-eun couldn’t bring herself to ask if it was a family photo and returned to Professor Park Eun-joo, trembling.
Her mind was complicated. Had she had a one-night stand with the son of the person who might become her supervising professor?
“Here, take this.”
“Are you giving this to me...?”
It was too late to turn back. The face of Yoon Joo-won, glaring at her with wide eyes for having slept with him, and the face of Professor Park Eun-joo, giving her a gift and telling her to come to her lab, overlapped perfectly.
“Yes. It’s a gift. I was so surprised reading your last report. Have you thought about submitting something to the spring literary contest in the criticism category?”
“Ah...”
Having received a gift from Professor Park Eun-joo, it was practically impossible to enter the lab of another professor in the aesthetics department at Korea University. In graduate school, where the professor’s influence was paramount, it would be like betrayal, and more importantly, there was no other supervising professor at Korea University that she had in mind besides Professor Park Eun-joo.
Da-eun sat next to Professor Park Eun-joo and talked for ten minutes, and with a forced promise to go to graduate school, she left the professor’s office like a soulless person, carrying the five books she had received as a gift.
Da-eun splashed cold water on her face repeatedly, trying to clear her head.
So.
Yoon Joo-won, whom she thought was going to the army, wasn’t going.
And Yoon Joo-won, who seemed to have no interest in aesthetics despite being an aesthetics major, was the son of Professor Park Eun-joo, who had threatened to become her supervising professor?
No, could he not be her son?
Then what about the photo?
That awkward photo of the three of them smiling amicably with their arms around each other – if it wasn’t a family photo, what else could explain it!
Da-eun called Joo-won’s phone. But only the endless ringing tone played; he didn’t answer.
“I’m going crazy.”
Da-eun headed to the department office for now. She didn’t know where Yoon Joo-won was, but she figured at least one of the people in the office would know what classes he was taking.
Without even thinking about waiting for the elevator, she hurriedly ran down the emergency stairs. Arriving at the department office, panting heavily, she spotted Yoon Joo-won sitting among the boisterous aesthetics students who had finished their midterm exams.
“Yoon Joo-won.”
At Da-eun’s voice, Joo-won’s indifferent gaze reached her. Had he become gaunt in the few days she hadn’t seen him? His usually cool gaze felt suffocatingly cold today.
“Look at me for a second.”
Joo-won, who had been desperate to catch Da-eun for the past two weeks, replied in a monotone voice, as if he had no interest now.
“I’m going out with the others.”
“It’ll just be a moment.”
“We’re having a farewell party. We’re leaving now.”
She hesitated to call him again, noticing that the other students were starting to glance at her, looking concerned, when Lee Su-jin, who had entered the office, grabbed her shoulder.
“Gotcha, you!”
“You scared me.”
“Did your meeting with the professor go well?”
“Huh? Oh...”
“What did she say?”
“Ah, it wasn’t anything important...”
“Then don’t run off. Let’s go together.”
Da-eun followed Lee Su-jin obediently, keeping an eye on Joo-won. It felt like the smooth progress of her graduate school application had hit the brakes.
She had followed them to the drinking party to get confirmation that Joo-won was Professor Park Eun-joo’s son, but sitting there and thinking about it, she wondered what would change even if she questioned him.
Even without asking, the family photo proved he was Professor Park Eun-joo’s son, and asking wouldn’t change the situation.
Seeing that thankfully no one had noticed what happened between them over the past two weeks, Joo-won didn’t seem like the type to gossip lightly like Kim Se-joon.
Right. Now she just had to bury the past in her memory.
But what about graduate school?
Thinking rationally, Da-eun’s family wasn’t in a position to support her studying aesthetics, which didn’t earn much money. She would just be grateful if her parents could prepare well for their retirement.
No matter how hard she studied to get a scholarship, going to another private university with expensive tuition was burdensome, and Korea University, being a national university, was her only other option.
Then what about her supervising professor?
Having already received a gift from Professor Park Eun-joo, she couldn’t ask another professor to supervise her.
But going under Professor Park Eun-joo while keeping her dark history a secret forever made her future interactions with Yoon Joo-won seem bleak.
Should she just cleanly give up on graduate school...?
She had long since crossed off getting a job as an option.
One drink led to another.
Without even realizing her head was hurting, she kept downing soju, and before she knew it, Kim Se-joon, who had cruelly rejected Da-eun’s confession three years ago, was sitting next to her.
“What’s bothering you?”
Haa...
Looking at Kim Se-joon sitting next to her while secretly glancing at Yoon Joo-won made her blood boil.
Right, the day I confessed to you was when my life started to become boring.
Back in her freshman year, before she became immersed in aesthetics, she wondered what she had found so attractive about this bastard.
Compared to Yoon Joo-won’s perfect symmetry, Kim Se-joon’s facial features were haphazard, like a badly printed decalcomania. He didn’t like the single, deep-set double eyelid on his left eye. He wanted to poke his right eye to create a double eyelid on both, or punch his left eye to make the double eyelid disappear.
And that wasn’t all. He casually exuded an air of kindness towards women, managing his ‘fish tank’ of potential partners, and his mouth was so loose. Thinking about his messed-up campus romance because of Kim Se-joon made her blood boil.
In the aesthetics department, Yoon Joo-won and Kim Se-joon were the only male classmates over 180cm tall. In their freshman year, the girls were divided like the parting of the Red Sea, each favoring one of them, and the reason Da-eun became a ‘Kim Se-joon supporter’ was simple.
Because Kim Se-joon was easy.
Looking at appearances, Yoon Joo-won was much more handsome, but he was an intimidating guy to approach. Even the pen he held was always a luxury brand, which made Yoon Joo-won seem a little pretentious. It meant he was either showing off or excessively rich, and neither appealed to her.
You could call it a proletarian backlash against the bourgeoisie. On the other hand, Kim Se-joon wasn’t difficult to approach. He had naturally struck up conversations first, and being around him felt comfortable, like the scent of an ordinary person.
Although now he seemed to reek of cheap, headache-inducing cologne.
“Since when were we close enough for you to talk about your worries with me?”
“You get closer by talking about your worries at a drinking party.”
“Ugh, you’re killing my buzz. I don’t want to get close to you, okay?”
Da-eun chuckled, sipping her soju, and Yoon Joo-won, sitting across from her, narrowed his brows.
Looking from Kim Se-joon to Yoon Joo-won felt like her mind was being purified.
He was handsome. Tall, with broad shoulders...
He was sexy. She tried to deny it, but as she drank, she honestly only thought of Yoon Joo-won.
She probably wouldn’t meet a man like that again.
In her freshman year, when she dreamed of romance, she had considered all sorts of conditions and liked Kim Se-joon, who seemed a little more compatible with her. But when it came to a one-night stand, there was no need to consider such conditions. She had put aside her resentment towards the bourgeoisie and willingly chose him based solely on his looks. Besides, it was his first time. Everything was perfect for a casual encounter.
Now, instead of resenting Yoon Joo-won, Professor Park Eun-joo’s son, she was starting to resent Professor Park Eun-joo, Yoon Joo-won’s mother.
The worry that her path to graduate school was blocked had somehow been replaced by the worry that she would never be able to get involved with Yoon Joo-won again, confusing Da-eun’s mind.
“You must have a lot of worries before graduation, right? What are you planning to do? I feel like a freshman again since I’m back in school.”
“Whether you feel like a freshman again or not, I didn’t ask. Why are you giving me TMI?”
Da-eun shook her head and muttered. Kim Se-joon, who didn’t understand her words, chuckled as if her drunken rambling was cute and held out a chicken tender to her mouth.
“Have some snacks.”
“Excuse me, classmate.”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t take care of me.”
“Huh?”
“Since when were we so close that you’re sitting next to me and offering me snacks?”
“What are you talking about...?”
“Guy killer or whatever. If you don’t want to get run over by a car on your way home, get lost.”
“What?”
Kim Se-joon’s eyes widened at Da-eun’s combative reaction. Da-eun made a cutting motion across her neck, signaling him to get lost if he didn’t want to die.
Then, as if out of nowhere, Yoon Joo-won stepped between Kim Se-joon’s hand holding the chicken tender.
“Get up, Hwang Da-eun.”
Da-eun blinked her large eyes and looked up at Yoon Joo-won. Looking up at Yoon Joo-won, who stood so impossibly tall, made her neck feel like it would snap.
“Oh? It’s Yoon Joo-won.”
“Let’s go. You seem drunk. I’ll take you home.”
Kim Se-joon, who was sitting next to her, interjected at Joo-won’s words.
“Yoon Joo-won, don’t you live near the main gate? Da-eun lives near the back gate, so I can take her when I go that way later.”
At Kim Se-joon’s words, Da-eun tilted her head and giggled.
“Huh? Yoon Joo-won, you lived near the main gate? I thought... you lived near the back gate.”
But why did we walk together to the back gate last time...? She trailed off, muttering, as Joo-won supported Da-eun and helped her up.
“Hwang Da-eun, let’s go.”
“Yoon Joo-won. I told you I’d take Da-eun home later?”
“No need. I have something to talk about with Da-eun separately, so you just drink. What time does this drinking party even end that you’re saying you’ll take her home later?”
Kim Se-joon bristled at Joo-won’s strangely sharp tone, but seeing Da-eun’s still combative expression, he realized it was pointless and backed down.
“Okay, talk things over and take her home safely.”
Seeing Da-eun stumbling heavily, the others glanced at the two of them but didn’t particularly call out to Joo-won.
Da-eun leaned on Joo-won’s swaying body and calmly walked out of the pub.
He had tried to forget.
He had tried to erase it.
He had tried to completely eliminate that day from his memory of Hwang Da-eun.
He felt wronged by the absurd misunderstanding that led to sex, but he tried to ignore Hwang Da-eun, afraid that clinging on further would leave him with the regret of a childish first love.
But seeing Hwang Da-eun giggling with Kim Se-joon at the drinking party, his resolve to forget her vanished without a trace.
Had she still not forgotten Kim Se-joon? Was she using him in some kind of jealousy ploy against Kim Se-joon?
Or else.
Was she going to take Kim Se-joon back to her place and sleep with him too, just like that night?
The distance was too far to hear their conversation, but seeing Da-eun making serious eye contact and talking with Kim Se-joon made a fiery anger surge within him.
He couldn’t even imagine Hwang Da-eun laughing with another man, kissing another man, or rolling around in bed with another man.
Seeing Kim Se-joon’s bewildered expression from afar as he listened to Da-eun made him anxious, wondering if she had suggested going to her place together.
He didn’t even want to think that she would do the same things she had done with him, those happy moments of their intimate parts touching, with another man.
That was the meaning of the first time. Something allowed only to him. Something unique that couldn’t be shared with anyone else.
To make matters worse, he lost it seeing Kim Se-joon trying to feed Da-eun snacks. Kim Se-joon, who had just been discharged from the army, was bursting with confidence and was so horny he would have gone straight to bed with any woman.
Once, a female senior whom Kim Se-joon liked had confessed to Joo-won, making Kim Se-joon feel inferior to Joo-won. Just then, Kim Se-joon received a confession from Hwang Da-eun, whom Joo-won liked, and he went around bragging about it as if to show off to Joo-won.
Joo-won had cleanly given up on Hwang Da-eun amidst their tangled love lives because he didn’t want ugly rumors to reach his mother, Professor Park Eun-joo.
Since he was in the same sphere of life as his mother, there was no need to jump into a childish love fight.
But today, he had taken Hwang Da-eun away as if snatching her, regardless of who was watching.
He had been able to give up cleanly on Hwang Da-eun when he had a one-sided crush on her. But after just one night of physical intimacy, he couldn’t.
He felt relieved seeing Hwang Da-eun follow him obediently, but at the same time, he felt sorry for her being drunk again.
Why did this girl, who couldn’t even hold her liquor well, drink so much that she got drunk every time she drank?
Tsk.
Seeing Da-eun staggering and swaying as she walked, Joo-won knew he couldn’t leave her like that and squatted down in front of her as soon as they left the pub.
A sense of satisfaction washed over him at the thought of snatching Hwang Da-eun away from Kim Se-joon, but it was fleeting. Her staggering, drunken state was quite bothersome.
“Get on my back.”
“Hey. Yoon Joo-won.”
“What, Hwang Da-eun.”
“I have so much to tell you.”
“Okay, tell me while you’re on my back.”
Pouting and squinting her eyes, Da-eun reluctantly got on Joo-won’s back.
They say someone drunk is as heavy as waterlogged cotton. But carrying Hwang Da-eun, who was as light as a feather, on his back made his steps feel strangely light.
And the feeling of Da-eun’s chest pressing against his back...
Hoo...
He walked, focusing all his attention on his back like an idiot. As he did, the hand supporting Da-eun’s buttocks, her warm breath on his neck, and her cheek rubbing against his shoulder, all felt electrifying, almost driving him crazy.
His lower body, inside his not-so-loose slacks, swelled shamelessly.
Unable to walk through the brightly lit campus with an erection, he chose a secluded path along the perimeter wall, going up a hill, instead of the shortcut across the school.
“Hey. Were you Professor Park Eun-joo’s son?”
Why was she angry again this time? Joo-won answered Hwang Da-eun, who asked accusingly.
“Yeah.”
“You bad guy.”
He was taken aback by the sudden accusation, even if it was just drunken rambling.
“I’m a bad guy?”
“Why didn’t you tell me your mom was a professor?”
“Do you go around telling people what your mother does?”
“No...”
“I didn’t tell you because you didn’t ask. And it wasn’t a secret. People who needed to know, knew. There was no reason to hide it.”
“Phoo... You put it that way, and I have nothing to say...”
Seeing Da-eun, who had asked in an angry voice but easily agreed with his answer, made a faint smile flicker across Joo-won’s lips.
“Anyway, you’re taking responsibility for my life.”
At Hwang Da-eun’s words about taking responsibility, his heart dropped with a thud.
This Hwang Da-eun was really doing a number on his heart.
But Hwang Da-eun’s next words were a bit different from what Joo-won had expected. It seemed this was the reason she had been angry asking about his mother’s profession.
“I was going to go to graduate school, but you ruined it all because of you...”
“What does graduate school have to do with me?”
“Puhuhu... You idiot. If Professor Park Eun-joo finds out her only son slept with me. Do you think she’ll leave me alone?”
“Looks like you’re admitting you slept with me now that you’re drunk.”
“Yeah!”
Da-eun banged her head against Joo-won’s shoulder, ranting drunkenly. Her slurred speech and exaggerated gestures were cute, making him laugh. He wanted to turn his head and look at her face, but having to carry her on his back was a great regret.
“Now graduate school is over, and you’re over too.”
Even a woman’s drunken rant looked cute to him. Despite his efforts to forget her, Hwang Da-eun was still filling Joo-won’s heart.
“It was over anyway, wasn’t it.”
“Ah, forget it. You don’t understand... There are things like that...”
“Why would I tell you that. Don’t worry about me and just go.”
Even as she told him not to worry about her, her heart ached. But there was no reason to tell his mother about their sexual encounter, so there was no reason to block Hwang Da-eun’s future with a futile past.
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“I won’t spread rumors that your mother is Professor Park Eun-joo either.”
“I told you, people who need to know already know, even if you don’t say anything.”
“I won’t spread rumors, so you can’t either. Got it?”
“Got it.”
“Seriously? You promise?”
“Can you stop already?”
Even if she was just being stubborn while drunk, hearing her repeat that he shouldn’t spread rumors made him feel uneasy.
What did she take him for?
He knew Da-eun had been badly hurt by rumors, but it stung that he was being lumped together with Kim Se-joon.
Determined to take Da-eun home quickly without any more lingering feelings, he quickly climbed the hill. After reaching the top of the incline and starting down the other side, his pace gradually quickened.
“But last time you asked me what I would do for you if you didn’t spread rumors.”
“Stop talking nonsense and go to sleep.”
“I’ll sleep, so don’t talk.”
“Yeah, just go to sleep quickly.”
He was trying to soothe Da-eun, who kept talking nonsense, and put her to sleep, but her next words were strange.
“I’ll sleep with you, so absolutely, you, absolutely can’t tell anyone, okay?”
“What?”
Joo-won, who had been quickly descending the hill, stopped abruptly.
“It’s not because I, phoo... want to have sex with you again. It’s because I’m really, really scared of the rumors.”
Joo-won pondered the slightly odd signal for a moment.
During the school’s sex education class, he had learned that a woman’s ‘no’ signal meant ‘no’ without any need or reason to guess the underlying meaning.
But how on earth was he supposed to interpret the words ‘let’s have sex because I’m scared of rumors’?
Could he take a drunk woman’s signal as a green light?
Joo-won turned his head, looked at Da-eun, and asked.
“You’re saying you’ll force yourself to sleep with me because you’re scared of rumors?”
“That’s... it’s not that I want to sleep with you again... but the rumors are scary. And I’m not drunk, okay? Hey. Don’t you want to sleep with me? I keep thinking about that day... but it’s not like I’m trying to seduce you... it’s just the rumors... If Professor Park Eun-joo finds out, my life is over...”
Was the traffic light broken?
It was hard to grasp Hwang Da-eun’s intentions, as she simultaneously flashed red and green lights.
“Speak clearly.”
“What...”
“Say whether you want to or not.”
“...Right now.”
“Yeah.”
“I want to...”
“Damn it, I’m going crazy.”
Joo-won, muttering curses, started running up the hill. With a body trained by exercise, carrying Da-eun down the hill was no effort at all. True to his stamina that allowed him to run 100 meters in the 11-second range, he cut through the night air at a terrifying speed.
In the distance, the back gate finally came into view. He had both the speed needed for a short sprint and the endurance required for long-distance running at their peak. Add to that the explosive power to jump into action at the sound of a whistle and the tackling skills to handle any obstacles. He charged towards his target like a sex machine perfectly trained by soccer, all for this day.
Pushing his limits, Joo-won swiftly arrived at Da-eun’s studio apartment.
“What’s the password?”
“1018.”
The overly simple door lock password and her loud voice, not caring who might hear it, were both perplexing, but he had no time to dwell on such things.
Joo-won opened the door and laid Da-eun straight onto the bed. He was about to pounce on Da-eun, who was wriggling with a flushed face, when he suddenly became aware of the sweat soaking his body.
It was no wonder his body was drenched in sweat, as it was no different from sprinting while carrying roughly two 20kg sacks of rice.
And the condom!
In his haste to rush home, he had forgotten to stop by the convenience store to buy condoms. The inexperience of a virgin was this frustrating.
“I’ll be right back.”
“Where to?”
“I didn’t buy condoms.”
Da-eun, grabbing Joo-won who was about to turn around, said,
“Just do it inside.”
Joo-won forcefully suppressed his urge to ejaculate at Da-eun’s blunt words.
“What did you say?”
“I’m on birth control because of exams.”
“Why are you taking birth control?”
“I take birth control to prevent pregnancy.”
Relieved that he didn’t need condoms since she was on birth control, he was curious why she was taking them.
Could she have done it with another guy in the meantime?
No, could it be that even her saying it was her first time was a lie to reassure the inexperienced Joo-won?
He didn’t know. Either way, his reason had been consumed by instinct, making calm judgment impossible.
“You’re really trying to kill a guy.”
Joo-won, who was about to pounce on her, couldn’t bring himself to embrace her with his sweaty body, so he quickly took off his clothes and entered the bathroom as if it were a familiar routine.
Unlike the reckless sprint up the hill, he showered meticulously. He soaped his fingernails five times, the same fingernails that would caress Da-eun’s insides, and he soaped his cock, which would enter her without a condom, a whopping ten times, washing it raw and clean.
His pink cock throbbed. Ever since he had tasted Da-eun’s inner flesh last time, the dizzying sensation of her clenching around his shaft hadn’t disappeared, driving him crazy.
He roughly toweled his cleanly washed body and came out. As if unaware of Joo-won’s desire as he burst naked into the room, Da-eun had already taken off her clothes and was asleep in her underwear.
“Haa, I’m going crazy...”
He couldn’t force himself on a sleeping woman.
But if he just turned away, his erect cock would probably necrotize.
“Hwang Da-eun, wake up.”
Joo-won grabbed Da-eun’s arm and gently shook her. Her ample breasts swayed with each movement of her body.
The left nipple of her breast was half-visible from within her bra, which was crookedly askew to the right.
Seeing that barely visible pink nipple made his cock, pressed tightly against his navel, jerk and leak pre-cum.
“Da-eun-ah. Wake up.”
“Hmm, Joo-won-ah, hold me...”
Da-eun said with half-open eyelids and a hazy face. Joo-won hugged her as she asked.
“Hurry, do it for me...”
He kissed Da-eun’s mumbling lips, who was asking him to hurry. Watching her close her eyes again, a moment of guilt struck his head, but he was already beyond the point of stopping.
He eagerly sucked her lips and forced his tongue between her teeth. Da-eun’s limp tongue rolled around in her mouth as Joo-won moved.
Those sweet and melting lips were unbelievably delicious. His thrilled heart felt like it would explode.
Joo-won slowly raised his upper body. He reached behind Da-eun and hurriedly unhooked her bra. This time, unlike his clumsy mistake last time, he unhooked it without a single error, but sadly, the half-asleep Da-eun didn’t acknowledge his skill.
“Da-eun-ah, did you see that? I unhooked it in one go... damn it.”
As he lifted Da-eun’s limp arm and took off her bra, her ample breasts, which had been pressed together tightly, naturally swayed and spread out.
Joo-won buried his face in Da-eun’s chest and put her nipple in his lips.
“Hiss, ahn...”
As he sucked her breast like a puppy nursing, a lewd moan escaped from between Da-eun’s teeth.
He had never imagined he would be able to hold Da-eun again.
She had approached Joo-won, who had resolved to forget her, and now he thought he would never let her go again.
“Shouldn’t we see this through to the end this time?”
Joo-won slipped his hand between Da-eun’s legs, who had her eyes closed. In her already soaked panties, the squelching sound of her wetness made a strange friction as Joo-won’s fingers found their way.
He sucked her breast and caressed her lower region.
Squish squish.
The sensation of her labia, already wet before his touch, was unbelievably erotic.
Joo-won sucked Da-eun’s breast and vigorously rubbed her clit. The ripe mucous membrane clinging to his fingers felt sticky and wrapped around his hand.
He rubbed his cheek against her fleshy breast. The silky touch against his cheek made his head tingle. He freely teased her areola with his tongue. He left red marks as if marking his territory and thoroughly wet the protrusions with his saliva.
Joo-won, who had been running his fingers up and down her crevice, pushed his middle finger into her labial wings.
The tight hole, spitting out her wetness, teasingly played push and pull with his finger, as if both rejecting and drawing it in.
“Hiss, uhn.”
Da-eun shook her head and spread her legs wide. Joo-won lowered her panties to her thighs and inserted his fingers deep inside, disregarding her resisting vagina.
Her vagina, wriggling seductively and chewing on the foreign object, throbbed lewdly. The trembling pulse was transmitted directly through his fingertips.
Joo-won gripped his heavily swollen cock in his hand. He slid his hand, slick with pre-cum, over his glans and lay on top of Da-eun.
He pulled out the fingers that had widened her inside. He sucked the wetness that generously coated his middle finger into his mouth. Hwang Da-eun’s taste was electrifying. The sweet taste of her bodily fluids on his taste buds sent a surge of excitement through him.
He looked at Da-eun’s face for a moment, their genitals touching on the outside. He couldn’t tell if the throbbing pulse that jumped against his cock was his or Da-eun’s.
This moment felt like a dream.
Pretty Hwang Da-eun. Bad Hwang Da-eun.
She had taken Joo-won to heaven and then dropped him to hell. He had barely returned to earth, and now he was floating in heaven again.
Was this what the first time was like?
He couldn’t come to his senses. Forgetting her was impossible, and at a single gesture from her, he had thrown away his pride like a doormat, carrying her on his back and running.
No matter how hard he struggled to hold onto his reason, Joo-won was in Hwang Da-eun’s palm.
Joo-won gently licked Da-eun’s lips.
Even though he knew he shouldn’t do this to a drunk woman.
Even though he knew that without a condom, there was no sex, no matter how much birth control she took.
It was utterly impossible for Joo-won to come to his senses in front of Hwang Da-eun.
Joo-won held Da-eun’s lips in his mouth and pressed the split tip against her opening. Hot breath poured out from her parted teeth.
“Hiss, uhn...”
“Hoo... it feels unbelievably good.”
Even just inserting the head made his vision go white.
He felt like he could finally breathe. No, he felt like he was dying.
He could finally breathe. No, he was suffocating.
There were no words in this world to describe his situation of being driven mad by Hwang Da-eun.
Incompatible senses collided. His reason was shaken to its very core.
“Da-eun-ah. I won’t leave even if you kick me out now.”
Joo-won looked down at Da-eun with half-crazed eyes. And with all his might, he plunged his cock deep inside her.
Thwack!
“Ha-hiss!”
Da-eun, who had been half-asleep, opened her eyes wide at the deep penetration. A thrilling current flowed between their briefly met gazes.
Even though Hwang Da-eun, now awake, might try to kick him out, he vowed never to leave.
“Fas-faster...!”
Da-eun hugged Joo-won’s back and made a lewd nasal sound. Joo-won sucked Da-eun’s lips as if devouring them and thrust his hips deep into her.
Thwack! Thwack!
It was indescribably ecstatic. It was dizzyingly more intense than their clumsy first time.
Especially compared to then, when he had been rejected by Da-eun after only a few clumsy thrusts with an ill-fitting condom, the feeling of bare skin against bare skin and Da-eun’s embrace, asking him to go faster, made his heart pound like it would burst.
The tight mucous membrane flawlessly adhered to and sucked in his hard shaft. The flesh, as if trapped in a vacuum, intertwined and melded together like dough.
Joo-won violently rammed his cock deep into Da-eun’s body. The tight yet soft, hot yet thrilling inner walls squeezed and stimulated his cock in every way imaginable.
“Damn it. Why are you so pretty.”
The inner flesh clinging to his shaft absolutely wouldn’t let go. Breaking through that pressure, Joo-won thrust his cock deeply with all his might.
“Gasp! Ha-hiss! Hiss!”
Da-eun’s chest heaved up and down as she let out rapid moans. Joo-won drank in Da-eun’s sensual entire body with his eyes, savoring the hot sensation of her enveloping his cock.
He felt like he would faint like this. His reason had already vanished, and only a rutting instinct existed in his body.
He wildly plowed through Da-eun’s insides like a dog. Her face, her chest, her neckline, her collarbones were all so beautiful that he couldn’t stop his rapid hip movements even as he kissed her all over.
“Hiss, st-stop, Joo-won-ah, stop...”
Even as he heard her panting moans, Joo-won increased his speed even more.
“It won’t work like that this time.”
“Hiss, ju-just rest for a bit and then do it.”
“Rest? What rest?”
Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me.
“Hwang Da-eun, you’re a repeat offender, aren’t you?”
Joo-won chuckled lowly and stirred her insides violently. The friction rubbing against his shaft was unbelievably ecstatic.
“There’s a limit to treating a guy like a rabbit. Isn’t that too much?”
Pre-cum and vaginal fluids foamed up under the grinding pressure. The gushing fluids lubricated, making it much easier to enter and exit the narrow hole.
“Hiss, it’s hard...”
“Haa. Even if you tell me to get lost, I can’t get lost again, Da-eun-ah.”
Joo-won bit Da-eun’s lips and rubbed his genitals against hers. He wanted to ejaculate right away, but he wanted to make up for their absurd sex last time when he hadn’t even been able to cum. Befitting his vigorous youth, he rampaged through Da-eun’s insides like a madman with relentless stamina until she was exhausted and sobbing.
“Damn it. How can I get out?”
The sexual desire he had been relieving through exercise all this time was now poured unstintingly into Da-eun’s body. The body of the woman he was first penetrating was an endlessly beautiful and eternally new, unprecedented prairie, no matter how much he ran through it.
Before he knew it, Da-eun, completely spent, trembled as if having a seizure. Her unfocused eyes rolled back on their own, showing the whites, and saliva streamed from her mouth as she couldn’t even control her breathing.
Joo-won, treasuring even her saliva, gently sucked Da-eun’s lips.
Joo-won lifted Da-eun’s legs high. Her vagina, deep in orgasm, strongly writhed, churning the cock inserted inside.
He marveled at the lewd peristaltic movement of her bright red vulva as it greedily sucked and expelled his cock. Then, he violently thrust his cock deep inside her again.
Thwack!
“Aah... ha-hiss, uhn!”
Da-eun thrashed, lifting her hips. Joo-won hugged and sucked on Da-eun with his whole body, like a spider wrapping its prey in a web.
Thick semen filled her insides warmly. Each time his ejaculate gushed out, Da-eun’s vaginal walls firmly contracted and relaxed repeatedly, sucking in the semen.
“I want to stay buried inside you forever like this.”
He finally felt alive. Ever since their last encounter, even masturbating only produced pre-cum; his semen wouldn’t burst out cleanly, and his whole body had been in agony all day thinking about Hwang Da-eun. His testicles, filled with seed, were uncomfortably heavy with pain, and his cock, which kept getting erect on its own at any time, would often cause embarrassing accidents by slightly wetting his underwear with pre-cum, until he had become someone who couldn’t do without Da-eun.
“Take responsibility, you.”
Joo-won whispered lowly and began to plow through Da-eun’s body again. One ejaculation was nowhere near enough. Even if he ejaculated ten times inside Hwang Da-eun’s vagina, he felt like he wouldn’t be able to resolve the pent-up lust he had accumulated.
“Hmm, m-madman... get away...”
Da-eun twisted her body, horrified by the renewed entry. Joo-won made Da-eun’s curled-up torso lie face down and fucked her from behind like a dog.
Thwack!
“Ha-hiss!”
Joo-won supported Da-eun’s waist, which was lying face down, with his hands and thrust his cock between her outstretched buttocks.
Looking directly down at her vaginal opening as he thrust his cock felt uniquely delicious.
Her body was the same, but changing positions made it feel new again. A single stimulation was already dizzyingly overwhelming, but the new sensation of her gripping his cock at the root with each thrust made him even more unable to come to his senses with the second penetration.
“Your ass is so damn sexy too.”
Joo-won fondled Da-eun’s plump buttocks with one hand and firmly supported her waist with the other.
Every time he thrust deep inside her vagina, he could clearly see the explicit sight of her bouncy buttocks shaking and his semen-soaked cock entering and exiting her open vulva.
Her waist, small enough to grasp with both hands, her breathtakingly curved pelvis, her plump flesh that still seemed to have some baby fat, and even the bluish Mongolian spot in the center of her buttocks against her particularly white skin were maddeningly sexy and beautiful.
Without realizing it, Joo-won caressed the blue spot on Da-eun’s buttocks. As he touched it, it felt so bouncy and pretty that he showered it with rapid kisses. As he showered it with kisses, his head felt dizzy, so he bit the spot hard, leaving a tooth mark.
“Hiss!”
Her pudding-like, bouncy buttocks were so cute. He kneaded them like dough with both hands and eventually covered her buttocks entirely with kiss marks.
“I’m going to become addicted to Hwang Da-eun’s pussy.”
To Yoon Joo-won, a model student who had always been far from addictions like alcohol and cigarettes, Hwang Da-eun was another world.
Like anyone else until entering Korea University, he had been a model student in his school days, never once missing the top rank, and after entering university, he had been endlessly busy with his double major, never even holding a girl’s hand.
Quite a few women had a crush on Yoon Joo-won, but the aloof Joo-won didn’t even glance at the girls who chased after him, declaring their affection. Most of them would turn away on their own when they found out that Joo-won was the son of the fastidious Professor Park Eun-joo.
He had received confessions from female students in other departments who were unaware of his circumstances, but the somewhat old-fashioned Joo-won wasn’t the type to open his heart just because a girl he didn’t know well confessed to him.
Moreover, with his mother working as a professor at the same university, he had no intention whatsoever of making a girlfriend on campus, so he was quick to draw a line with every confession he received.
The first and only woman to enter Yoon Joo-won’s life was Hwang Da-eun. Even though he felt a liking for her, he never dared to confess.
He was already annoyed by his mother’s constant attention to his every move, so there was no reason to pursue a campus romance. There was no need to deliberately cause discomfort in front of his mother’s radar.
But the small, fair-skinned girl who stirred his protective instincts had been on his mind throughout his senior year, and before he knew it, his feelings, which had grown without his awareness, led him to accept her in a drunken haze. And after rolling around in bed with her, his body and mind were filled entirely with thoughts of Hwang Da-eun.
And now, the moment he held her again.
It had become irreversible.
Like a beast imprinted on a female through a physical act. Hwang Da-eun, who had taken his first time, was now his woman.
First love was radiant. Being each other’s first was so breathtakingly ecstatic and happy that it made their hearts tingle.
It was a noble time of holding each other in their clean and pure bodies and minds.
They could never share this sensation with anyone else.
It was a perfect communion possible only because they were each other’s first.
Thwack!
Grateful for the overwhelming happiness, he poured himself into Da-eun again. His semen, gushing out like a burst dam, filled Da-eun’s insides and spilled out.
Joo-won blocked Da-eun’s twitching vagina, which was holding his semen, with his hand. His heart trembled at the significance of her genitals holding his genetic material.
Joo-won lay on the bed and lifted her onto his body. Da-eun, helplessly lying on top of Joo-won, panted and writhed.
“Y-you crazy... aren’t you even tired?”
“I haven’t even started yet.”
“Hiss, stop, please stop...”
Joo-won caressed Da-eun’s genitals with his hand. It was no wonder she was asking him to stop.
From the moment foreplay began until he had withdrawn his cock, Da-eun’s vagina had been continuously contracting and relaxing, in a state of orgasm.
Even a single ejaculation felt like seeing stars and hearing bells, his heart about to stop from the extreme pleasure, so if that state continued, it was only natural for her to collapse from exhaustion.
But Joo-won wasn’t one to consider Da-eun’s situation. His patience had long since vanished before the accumulated lust.
Joo-won thrust his cock back between Da-eun’s legs, which were straddling his body.
This time too, a powerful pleasure shot up his spine with the changed position.
“It feels new every time we change positions.”
“Hiss, uhn, I, I’m dying, Joo-won-ah... please stop...”
“It’s a new taste every time I eat.”
Da-eun sobbed and wriggled. But strangely, every time she sobbed and wriggled, it aroused him in a peculiar way.
Each heave of her chest made her ample breasts press against Joo-won’s skin, and her erect nipples stimulated his desire.
Her sobbing face and voice were so beautiful they made his head spin, yet with every sob, her inner walls writhed, tantalizingly chewing on his cock.
“Hoo... even our Da-eun’s crying is so damn good. Cry more. Huh?”
“Hiss, your manner of speaking... you’re like a crazy bastard...”
“I am a crazy bastard. That’s why I threw away all my pride and ran here carrying you on my back like a servant.”
Joo-won readily admitted, squeezing Da-eun’s buttocks. The moment he squeezed her buttocks, she tensed her thighs, and at the same time, her inner muscles contracted tightly, squeezing the cock buried inside.
“Hiss, uhn, uhn.”
Da-eun moaned in orgasm even as tears streamed down her face, saying it was hard. Joo-won squeezed Da-eun’s buttocks, which had collapsed onto his body, and thrust his hips upwards.
“Da-eun-ah. Cry more. Huh? Every time you sob, your pussy clenches so tight.”
“Hmm, you crazy bastard...”
“Looks like it tastes damn good for you too, getting your pussy fucked by a crazy guy.”
No one could have imagined such lewd talk pouring from the lips of the neat Yoon Joo-won.
But before the extreme pleasure, Joo-won was no different from a beast.
Submerged in instinct, Joo-won pressed his cock against Da-eun’s genitals, intoxicated by the obscene pleasure.
“Hiss, uhn, st-stop, just finish...”
“I came twice, now I think I can keep going for ten hours.”
Startled by Joo-won’s words, Da-eun raised her upper body.
“What?”
“Try to make me cum quickly.”
A flustered Da-eun blinked her large eyes and moved her lips, which were smeared with Joo-won’s saliva.
“H-how...?”
“Take my hand.”
“Uhn?”
“And put your pussy on my cock and hop like a bunny.”
As Da-eun hesitated, Joo-won chuckled lowly, arching his back.
“If you don’t want to, just lie there and get fucked.”
At Joo-won’s words, Da-eun shook her head and took his hand.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Like this.”
Joo-won sat Da-eun on his cock and made her hop like a bunny. As Da-eun bounced her buttocks with his cock inside her, his cock went even deeper due to the weight.
“Ha-hiss!”
Da-eun arched her back and moaned in deep orgasm after just one bounce of her buttocks.
He was satisfied with this position as well, as he could see her breasts and her pussy clearly because of the position.
No matter how he ate it, Hwang Da-eun tasted good. As he fucked her, he wanted to do the position where she was underneath him, moaning, again.
Joo-won laid Da-eun, who was exhausted after just one bunny hop due to her poor stamina, back on the bed. As he lifted her legs high and thrust his cock upwards, she shook her head wildly.
“You said you’d cum quickly...”
“What are you going to do when you’re fainting after just one bunny hop?”
“Finish quickly, please...”
He was turned on to death by the sight of her pleading from underneath him.
“Then say, ‘Please cum quickly’.”
“What?”
“Beg me.”
Da-eun looked at him incredulously. Joo-won fucked and shook her as if it didn’t matter if she did or not, and soon, an exhausted Da-eun started to plead as if she had lost.
“Hiss, uhn, please, quickly, cum...”
He liked the sight of the usually feisty Da-eun pleading. He wanted to push the exhausted her to the brink.
Joo-won gently kissed Da-eun’s lips and whispered,
“What’s ‘cum’? You have to say, ‘Please cum’.”
“What?”
“Say, ‘Please cum’.”
But Da-eun seemed unable to bring herself to use honorifics with Joo-won, who was the same age, and she pounded his shoulder.
“You crazy bastard. Hiss, hurry up and cum!”
“Haa, don’t rush me.”
But as much as he had expected the honorifics, the unexpected curse words were also stimulating.
Joo-won listened to Da-eun’s curses and once again poured his semen generously inside her.
“Hiss, uhn.”
“Do you like it that much? You begged me to cum, and now you’re enjoying it.”
Joo-won twisted his head, caressing the flesh of her vagina that was twitching and sucking in his semen. Da-eun trembled with humiliation but was overwhelmed by the pleasure that struck her entire body.
“N-now, pull out... pull out quickly, I’m tired...”
“You asked me to cum, so I did. When did I ever say I’d stop?”
“What?”
Da-eun recoiled in surprise and curled up her legs, but he changed positions again, holding Da-eun like a bride and lowering her onto his erect cock.
“Ha-hiss!”
“I can cum for you, but I can’t stop. Should I cum again? Does my semen taste good?”
Despite Da-eun’s efforts, Joo-won’s cock didn’t die down even after ejaculating, and this time, using her curses as foreplay, he thrust his hips inside her again.
“You bad guy, hiss! You, you’re really a pervert? You bad guy!”
“There are so many things I want to try with you, Da-eun-ah.”
“Hiss, I’m tired...”
“Curse me more.”
“You’re crazy, you... you crazy bastard... you bad, hiss, jerk...”
“Hoo... this is really thrilling.”
Joo-won seemed to enjoy Da-eun’s curses, gently rocking her body and thrusting his cock inside her vagina.
An exhausted Da-eun let her body go limp. Joo-won showered her face with kisses and pounded into Da-eun’s body, which had fallen like a doll.
Eventually, Da-eun, having exhausted all her strength, fell into a deep sleep, and Joo-won, his eyes gleaming, poured his semen inside her all night until dawn.
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