Midterm Common Sense (3)
“……So, think about it one more time.”
“Hmm.”
“We’ll mosaic your face and be super careful with any identifying info, obviously. After filming everything, we can just edit out the risky parts with a beep sound or whatever.”
I calmly persuaded Geon-yul, trying to change his mind. Of course, I was deeply touched by his kind heart worrying about me, but reality was reality. If I could help him even a little like this, why not?
We’d paid the settlement to that bald senior together, so that was a shared responsibility. But having to order delivery food every single time? That was my personal burden. Sure, I owed him a ton in all sorts of ways… but I had a conscience too. I didn’t want to be the kind of friend who just lounged around in his room, blowing through the money he earned from his part-time job.
I wanted to be helpful, and this was my one shot.
“……Haa, I’m against it. But if you’re okay with it, fine. I don’t really care about that stuff anyway. So you’re saying you’ll handle all the editing and everything?”
“Yeah! Of course. I might not be great at it, but it’s just trimming clips and muting the sensitive parts, right? I can learn quick.”
“Forget it—self-teaching editing skills out of nowhere during exam week? You’ve gotta stay in class no matter what.”
“Hmm……”
He wasn’t wrong. I didn’t know the first thing about editing, so I couldn’t swear I’d pick it up fast. I’d just figured sheer grit would get me through somehow, without even knowing the difficulty level.
“I’ll do it. All you know how to do on a computer is games anyway.”
“……I can make PowerPoints too, okay? I search stuff all the time, and I shop online a lot.”
“Good for you.”
Geon-yul chuckled and poked my forehead. It didn’t really hurt, but I rubbed the spot anyway, narrowing my eyes and glaring at him on purpose.
“Whatever—just leave it to me and don’t overdo it. Focus on studying for your other subjects.”
“Hmph, like you’ve been studying.”
“I skimmed it, and it was all stuff I already knew, so it was easy.”
“Cheater. Total bullshit.”
“That’s why you just gotta study hard. See you at the dorm later.”
He waved and walked off. I waited until he was completely out of sight, then placed a hand on my swollen chest and let out a deep breath.
“Hoo, fuuuu……”
My heart was still racing. Probably for a bunch of reasons.
Asking Geon-yul to film a sex video with me had been mortifying enough to die from. Suggesting we upload it to a porn site to make money? Almost as bad.
But the knockout punch was his sudden concern for my body, that worried tone in his voice.
‘You’ve gotta treasure your body.’
At that, my heart went all hot and weird, my crotch buzzing like crazy. I’d fought hard to keep my face from heating up.
“……What an idiot.”
What kind of thoughts was I even having about a friend? Sure, I looked like a beauty on the outside, but inside I was still a gross guy. If Geon-yul knew he’d hesitated because of me, he’d be pissed for sure.
It wasn’t like I was thrilled or anything stupid like that. Ridiculous even to say it out loud. He was the last guy I’d expect to worry about me, so I was just surprised, that’s all.
Come to think of it, he was the suspicious one for freaking out over something like this……
“Stop.”
I slapped my soft cheek to snap out of it and regain my senses. Thinking more about this would just confuse me further. Better to worry about the plan ahead.
What else did I need to prep for our motel weekend sex?
‘Camera, condoms, motel scouting, and……’
That’s when someone poked my shoulder.
“Chae-a, did you turn in your alternative assignment yet?”
It was Geum Ye-rin. The girl who’d given me the idea to earn pocket money—and saved me from that bald pervert senior. My one and only friend, even as a beauty now, since I had zero bonds with other girls.
I pouted at her beaming smile.
“Nah, planning to film this weekend.”
“Ooh, where? No need to ask who with, I guess.”
“……Nearby motel, with Geon-yul. You?”
“Me…… drumroll~ Kyaa! Check this out—I scored a total monster dick this time! Hotel with a pool, no less! Rich bros are on another level~”
“Ooh, jealous……”
The word rose in my throat, then sank back down. What was I jealous of? Pool hotel or motel, it was still just fucking some dude. No reason to envy that.
“Anyway, who is he?”
“Crypto rich guy, I think. Not dangerous, great body, and his face is pretty decent too. Gonna hook him good this time and level up to portable pussy status!”
“Portable pussy…? Weren’t you aiming for Female Bitch class?”
“Who knows what the future holds? Gotta dig your own grave to lie in. If it goes well, he might stay my sponsor even if I make Female Bitch.”
Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she grabbed my sleeve and shook it.
“So, get this—my fuck date’s this weekend too, so I wanna buy some super slutty lingerie before then. Wanna come?”
“L-Lingerie shopping? But I thought Bitch shopping had to be with your owner……”
“Oh right, you’re an exclusive Bitch. Annoying. Wanna just browse online together? You’re going all out this weekend too—might as well grab some.”
I felt a strong aversion. Sure, I’d accepted wearing women’s underwear as part of being a girl. And as a Bitch, thongs with open ass holes made sense too.
But buying “slutty lingerie” on purpose? That was purely to seduce a guy. Nothing but flashy bait to turn men on—no other value.
‘Of course, for good video quality, I might need to put in some effort……’
But without knowing Geon-yul’s tastes, what slutty stuff? My shitty sense of style might just get me mocked. Plus, I’d just resolved to save money.
“Nah, I’m good.”
“Hmm, already got some?”
“Haha, no way……”
Her words sparked something—a jolt like electricity in my brain.
Wait, didn’t I have some? The lingerie Geon-yul picked at the clothing store.
It’d match his tastes perfectly, no worries there. And it was already bought, never worn— no extra cost.
“……You do?”
“Uh, y-yeah.”
“Wear it. You must wear it.”
“……”
“Don’t tell me you’re slacking just ‘cause you’re an exclusive Bitch? In a few years, your owner’ll get bored of your pussy and chase other girls—100% chance. You gotta keep grinding.”
“Fiiiine.”
I pouted and hung my head.
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……In the end, I wore it.
I had no idea what I was thinking. Was I just bummed it was gathering dust in the closet? Or psyching myself up for amateur AV filming?
Or maybe……
‘Stop.’
I shut down the thought. After all, I was heading to the motel with Geon-yul right now.
“That again? Your casuals never change.”
“Problem?”
“Nah. Let’s get it over with quick.”
“……Yeah.”
He had no clue, but under my usual baggy hoodie and three-stripe sweats, I had nothing but a single layer of black sexy lingerie.
I’d tried it on alone and wondered if it wasn’t too old-man fetish-y, but Geon-yul had picked it. Had to be his taste.
‘No choice. It’s for revenue—and assignment points too.’
I rationalized it to calm my nerves. This slutty set would earn me cash and exam scores.
Just submitting a sex vid wouldn’t get full marks. The sluttier the sex, the more he came—the better the score. That’s why the lingerie.
“Okay.”
“Okay what?”
“You’ll see.”
Geon-yul seemed totally chill, unlike me. Kinda mature. We were both adults long ago, but lately it hit harder.
Sure enough, he checked the reservation smooth, grabbed supplies and keycard, caught the elevator like a pro, and opened the motel door easy.
‘What?!’
I’d been trailing him like a puppy, watching silently, and freaked out wordlessly.
I’d assumed he was a total virgin like me, but no way.
Asking would be embarrassing, so I played it cool, like motels were routine, and followed him in without flinching.
“Chae-a, you want first shower?”
“S-Sure.”
“Why’re you just standing there staring?”
“What else?”
“Check out the room or something. Or turn on the TV. Why’re you so stiff all of a sudden?”
“I’m the same as always.”
“Hmmm.”
He left with a creepy smirk, stripping off his shirt and heading to the bathroom. His innocent face clashed with the savage muscles—I averted my eyes.
I turned on the TV, half-watching some unfunny variety show, battling my pounding heart with everything I had.
‘Calm down!!!!! It’s just an assignment!!!!!!!’
But no matter how I tried, feeling the lingerie hugging my tits and ass tight, recalling our past fucks—my sensitivity spiked.
My pussy wept in joy, sensing its one cock would return. Nipples hardened, craving his wet tongue and warm mouth.
“Fuck……”
Peeking into my damp pants, I jolted. Hadn’t even touched it, but it was drooling like during masturbation.
For a second, I thought I’d pissed myself. Just thinking about getting fucked soon made me this wet? Insane.
I swallowed, tempted to graze it—then the bathroom door opened. I yanked my hand out, startled.
“Fuu—feels good.”
“Uh, hng, done already?”
“Yeah, your turn. I’ll set up the camera and stuff while you do.”
“Got it…… Hey, what the hell?! Why’re you out in just underwear?!”
“Huh?”
Geon-yul emerged, patting his face with a towel. Below the waist? Just panties—basically naked.
I looked without thinking and slammed my eyes shut in shock.
“What’s it matter? We’re about to anyway.”
“Yeah, but……”
“Might as well strip fully for your shower. Fine now, but if you keep acting coy on camera, we’re screwed.”
“……True.”
His dick hadn’t even hardened yet, but it clung heavy to his left thigh in those panties. Images like “python” or “third leg” flooded my mind.
My pussy felt amazing for taking that monster erect and surviving. Deserved a medal just for that.
“So, stripping?”
‘Not right now.’
The lingerie and sopping pussy flashed in my head. But his insistent stare broke me.
‘Gonna see it anyway—rip the band-aid off.’
Geon-yul flopped onto the huge bed. I carefully lifted my ass, paused on the way to the bathroom, turned back, and flinched.
“……Don’t laugh, okay?”
“Laugh at what?”
He really had no clue. Felt weirdly like an accidental surprise event as I ditched the gray hoodie, then sweats, and kicked them aside.
“Ugh……”
Just the black sexy lingerie he’d picked. Looked like a black set at a glance, but mesh—see-through everywhere except nipples and slit.
“……Whoa.”
His reaction was hilariously honest. Jaw dropped in awe as the beast in his panties stiffened straight up.
I shifted my arms to cover my chest—it twitched bigger. Scary.
‘Say something—does it suit me or not! Don’t just leave me standing here!’
No comments, no impressions. Felt like a zoo monkey on display. I fidgeted my lips.
What now? Ask if it’s weird? Demand more? But that’d make me seem desperate for praise.
Did he even recognize it as the lingerie he picked? Honestly looked off on me—my huge tits ruined the vibe.
See-through under a hoodie? Unbalanced. Maybe he hated it? It was a joke gift—seeing his ball-friend actually wear it might gross him out.
Plenty of prettier girls here—stuck with me must suck, and now I overdid it……
……Should I take it off?
As I agonized, Geon-yul spoke.
“……The one I bought? From the clothing store that time.”
He remembered. Not a throwaway joke.
He was genuinely thrilled I wore it. His face said it all, no words needed.
“Uh, y-yeah. Been rotting in the closet, figured it was time. Plus, for the exam, slutty lingerie might snag bonus points. Good thumbnail bait for the AV too, y’know……”
“Pretty.”
“Huh?”
“You’re pretty. Really.”
What? My brain beeped.
Face burned crimson, pussy gushed shamelessly down my thighs.
No foreplay—just “pretty” and my body betrayed me honestly.
“P-Pretty? Don’t say that……”
“……”
Silence hung heavy. Awkward as hell. Either of us could’ve stopped breathing.
‘What’s he thinking?’
Brain overload. Desperately decoding his “pretty.” Did he really see me as a girl he liked? Nah.
Classic virgin-brain: “pretty” = “likes.” Normies toss it at strangers easy.
Just stating facts. Nothing new. Even in this beauty-packed world, I was top-tier.
Couldn’t take the tension—I piped up, forcing cheer.
“Oh, right—rehearsing?”
“Huh?”
“Camera rolls, we gotta nail the exam and the porn, so getting in character early. Actor now, are we?”
“Y-Yeah? Hahaha!”
“Hahaha! Spot on. Exam rewards heavy onahole talk—the sluttier and more sincere, the better. ‘Pretty’ is a miss. It’s owner-pet, not lovers—no sweet talk.”
“Ah—aaah…… Got it. So, ‘hot’? ‘Fucking slutty’? ‘Vulgar and lewd’?”
My nips perked at that, but I ignored it and kept going.
“That vibe! I’ll shower quick—get ready!”
“Uh, sure……”
Slam! Shut the door without waiting.
Panting, I ripped tissue to mop my crotch wildly, stripped the lingerie, and cranked the shower.
Shhh!
Tried cold water to clear my head. But……
—‘Pretty. Really.’
Those words wouldn’t fade.