Chapter 7
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: Park Jimin
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Do you know what’s the easiest thing to create when people gather?
It’s conflict.
Humans are creatures capable of asserting their own opinions.
So whether few gather or many, whenever people come together, they end up clashing with each other.
Understanding one another is incredibly exhausting and draining, so even as people age and supposedly mature, their ears shut tight, and they end up only hearing themselves talk.
No difference between rich or poor.
It’s a universal human trait.
I walked the white sand beach in search of Park Jimin, who had thrown her tantrum and vanished.
'Ugh. Park Jimin is the last person I want to deal with.'
Daehan International High’s psycho.
Daehan International High’s crazy bitch.
The others at least had some lines they wouldn’t cross—this one had none.
Sometimes I wondered if she was even human underneath the shell.
If I had to put it positively, she was the least discriminatory kid in our class.
Unlike the others, who decided whether to smile or rage based on family background, she barreled straight ahead regardless.
'There she is.'
I spotted Park Jimin squatting on the beach.
She’d planted herself where the seawater ebbed and flowed.
'Huh? No way, is she crying?'
An absurd thought flashed through my mind.
Park Jimin’s shoulders were shaking intermittently as she squatted there.
From the back, I couldn’t be sure, but hadn’t she just taken a vicious tongue-lashing from Yoo Hana in front of everyone?
She could’ve exploded from the humiliation, rage, and mix of emotions in front of all those eyes.
I approached her with utmost caution.
"Who’s there?"
Park Jimin shouted when I was about ten meters away.
"It’s me, Jeong Woojin."
"You? Hah, who’d have thought."
Then Park Jimin giggled.
She wasn’t crying—she was laughing?
A chill hit me; I wanted nothing to do with her, but Kim Taehun’s words lingered, so I drew closer.
And that’s when I saw it.
"Huh? Isn’t that...?"
The famous brand handbag clutched in Park Jimin’s hand.
I remembered the girls passing around the latest limited edition.
If my memory served right...
"That’s Yoo Hana’s... mmph?!"
Park Jimin shot to her feet and clamped her hand over my mouth.
"Shut it. Unless you wanna die."
Her big eyes—made even larger by her gaunt frame—glared murderously at me.
She glanced behind her, confirmed we were alone, and finally pulled her hand away.
Then she let out a wicked chuckle, gazing contentedly at the bag’s contents.
"Kya. Figures she uses the good stuff. Everything the goddess touches is pure luxury. No cheap knockoffs."
Park Jimin started stuffing the cosmetics into her pockets.
"Jimin. Stealing Yoo Hana’s stuff—what’s your plan for the fallout?"
"Ugh, whatever. That matter right now? Heh heh heh. Perfect—exactly what I needed just popped up."
...Come to think of it, Park Jimin was obsessed with her looks.
She spent all day glued to the mirror doing makeup, hitting the hair salon daily.
She was nuts about primping.
Looking back, her fight with Kang Hye-rin had been over cosmetics too.
A girl who lived for makeup and grooming, suddenly stranded in this godforsaken nowhere with nothing...
No matter if you told her it was Yoo Hana’s, it wouldn’t sink in.
But leaving this alone could splatter the shit right onto me.
'If Park Jimin were careful, maybe not—but she’ll get caught 100%. Worst case, today.'
"You keep quiet, no one knows. Relax!"
"Sorry, can’t do that."
"What?"
Park Jimin bolted up and fixed me with a dead stare.
"Say it again. What’d you say?"
She shoved her fiercely blazing eyes right in my face, demanding I repeat it.
Killing intent radiated from those eyes of hers.
"Jimin. Threats won’t work on me. You know I’m powerless."
"......"
"Getting marked by Yoo Hana scares me way more than you."
"Fair point."
She curled one corner of her mouth, nodding like it checked out.
Hmm.
Park Jimin crossed her arms, lost in thought, one foot tapping away. Her go-to tic when her simple mind churned.
"Look. I’m not into risky gambles. Petty bribes won’t sway me."
"Ha. Mind reader too? How’d you know?"
How? Park Jimin was so predictable, anyone could read her after a few days.
But I wasn’t dumb enough to spell it out.
"Dealt with you for years now. Three, Park Jimin."
"Ah, that long already? Wow, time flies. Thought I time-slipped. Kekeke."
I snatched up Yoo Hana’s bag. Park Jimin’s eyes went wide, rolling in her head.
Arms still crossed, foot still tapping.
"You really won’t zip it?"
"Nope."
"Pretty please. Request of a lifetime! C’mon, Kogimo!"
"Kogimo?"
"Your outfit looks just like Pokémon Kogimo. Face too."
"......"
I turned to leave with Yoo Hana’s bag. Park Jimin freaked, darting in front to block me.
"You’re really gonna?"
"Yeah."
"Money."
"No."
"Back home, cash, treats, cosmetics, bags, car—name it."
"Enough already."
"Drugs then? Rare shit you plebs can’t score."
I recoiled from her with utter revulsion.
She was beyond saving.
Offering drugs, really?
I held firm against her temptations, and Park Jimin’s face hardened into a sharp glare.
"Why glare like that...?"
"......"
"Scolding me’s pointless. You know everything."
"Fine then..."
"?"
"I’ll suck it out. Deal?"
What? I couldn’t trust my ears.
'Did Park Jimin just offer to blow me?'
She plastered herself against me, grinding her tits into my chest.
One hand dove into my pants, fingering my asshole; the other yanked my head back for a kiss.
"Mwah. Smooch. Smooch. Haa... Tempted yet?"
Ha. Words were superfluous.
I was hooked hard.
Just avert my eyes once, and a chaebol beauty—the entertainment world’s princess—would kneel and drain my cock and balls dry herself.
My dick surged to life. I ached to say yes right then.
But I held my tongue.
Instead of replying, I flicked my gaze from her lust-filled eyes to my left shoulder.
Her right hand gripped a hand mirror there.
"Oho, resisting? Let’s crank up the heat."
Park Jimin smashed her plump lips into mine again. Sucking, tongues tangling slickly inside.
All while stealing peeks at her hand mirror.
Watching her, curiosity struck: how far would she debase herself for her cravings?
"Jimin."
"Hm?"
"Want the Yoo Hana cosmetics thing kept secret?"
"Oh? Warming up to it?"
"Yeah. I’ll keep quiet. But not mouth—somewhere else?"
Hng. Figures, she smirked slyly. But shook her head no.
"Sorry, pass. Me with trash like you? Never."
"...Yeah, thought so. Forget I said anything."
"Huh?"
I detached without a second thought. Grabbed Yoo Hana’s bag I’d dropped for the kiss.
And stepped past her.
"W-wait!"
She snagged my clothes.
"Y-you’re seriously leaving?"
"......"
"I’m amazing at blowjobs. Might regret it."
"Sorry. Not feeling it."
I moved to go again. She clung to my clothes like glue.
As I opened my mouth to shake her off, she blurted:
"Hoo. Fine. My treat—once."
"!!"
Whoa. It worked?
Unbelievable.
She’d swallow even a slave’s dick to get her fix?
In that instant, it hit me.
These kids, bathed in spotlights and silver spoons, hailed as tomorrow’s leaders—but inside, immature adults who couldn’t rein in their own lusts.
"Oh, but no pussy. Dad’s been psycho about it since I was little. Rants about disowning me if my hymen tears pre-marriage."
Drugs, wild fucks, zero fucks given—but to her father, Park Jimin was his precious princess.
Daughter-obsessed rumors swirled everywhere.
'Still, her being a virgin?'
"Anal instead. Know this? My shithole’s fucking divine. No regrets. Ahh, just thinking gets me hot."
Park Jimin clamped her thighs, squirming lewdly.
Rubbing her crotch like mad, then she dropped to squat before me.
Yanked my pants down. Her eyes bugged out.
"Oh, packing decent heat, huh?"
She lifted her arm, sizing up my cock against it.
"Damn, insane. Thicker than my wrist IRL? Length?"
"25cm."
"Fucking monster. Total beast cock. Kekeke. Fitting this’ll take effort."
Park Jimin chomped down on my glans.
Ahm!
Cute moan as she cradled it,
squatting, bobbing her head to worship my fat shaft.
Slurp. Slurp. Shluuuurp. Pop.
Her ash-gray bob thrashed wildly fore and aft.
Big round eyes darted—gauging my reactions, checking her mirror face—frantic.
My cock matched the frenzy.
The massive meat rod ravaged her red lips relentlessly.
"Pwah! Saliva’s good. Pussy’s soaked plenty—let’s go."
Like stripping at a creek, she flung off her pants, kicking them from her toes.
Pricey panties tumbled across the sand; T-back and killer legs bared.
'Right, Park Jimin trained dance for idol gigs till second year.'
Explains the model-slim arms and wrists, but those thighs? Lethal.
"Heave-ho."
Park Jimin dropped to all fours like a bitch in heat, yanking panties aside.
Between plump round cheeks: twitching excited asshole, pussy drooling strings of spit.
She scooped pussy juice, slathering her backdoor.
Squish. Squish.
Then fingered her ass—one by one—stretching, coating the depths thoroughly.
Squishsquishsquish—
Pro moves—not amateur hour.
"Jimin."
"Hold on. Yours is huge—needs prep. Ready soon, I’ll mount. You just stand with dick out."
Not that. Wanted to confirm again.
Was she really gonna fuck me?
Unreal.
Offering her ass to a pleb like me for mere makeup.
On all fours before a slave like me, loosening up to take it.
But reality it was.
Park Jimin slaved away stretching her hole for my cock.
Squishsquish. Squishsquish—
The single-finger hole greedily took more digits.
No girl experience yet—I stared, mesmerized by the filthy display.
But my eyes kept dipping lower than her ass.
To the untouched virgin slit beneath.
"OK. All loosened now."
"Jimin."
"?"
"Hey. Wanna try doggy."
"Right now like this?"
Nod.
"Brat, my ass got you hard, huh?"
She giggled, settling into position.
"Fine. Pound away."
Park Jimin flattened her torso to the sand, hiking her ass high. Hands seized her cheeks, yanking them wide apart.
Twitch. Twitch.
Her gaping pink asshole winked invitingly, insides on full display.
Begging to be stuffed, cute as hell.
Her pussy below drooled nonstop—excitement real, nectar threading to the sand in real time.
Gulp.
I pressed my cockhead to her slick folds.
"Hm?"
She froze a beat, then snickered.
"Ahh, my spit dried up? No helping it—lube with pussy juice!"
I ground my glans along her entrance. Lewd squelches followed.
"Haa. So hot. Korea’s hiding gems like this."
Glans and shaft slick with her nectar now, I deep-breathed. Lodged the tip at her hole.
"Eut. What."
"......"
"Juice all dripped off? Hoo. Gotta be huge. Lesser dicks, I’d glaze the balls too. Monster’s tricky to fit. Teehee."
Park Jimin spread her legs wider, blooming her slit open.
Prone with ass cheeks splayed by her own hands.
Cheek mashed to sand, eyeing her upright hand mirror, humming idly.
Glans locked firm at her entrance, I said:
"Jimin."
"?"
"Bon appétit."
"Pffft. Bon app. Lifetime special feast—just once. Savor it. Family honor. Don’t get hooked on my shithole and botch it with a gf later. No liability..."
I powered my hips, slamming my cock in deep.
Squelch.
Tearing sensation—shaft buried deep in pussy.
"No liability...ity... ohoook?!"
Park Jimin reared up from the sand, head snapping back.
"Kk, kuh... W-what...?"
Sudden agony—she craned painfully to eye her lower half.
Snowy cheeks split by my buried monster.
Park Jimin’s pussy clenched spasmodically, eyes rattling.
"Why’s your dick... in my pussy...?"
I tugged back the vice-grip shaft a hair.
"Eut. W-wait! You stuck it in my pussy... huoook?!"
Then rammed it home hard.
Forced as I could—barely a third sank in.
Despite the sopping depths.
Overload hit; her pussy quaked, head flung skyward in scream.
"Kwooooooooh!"
Beast roar.
Asshole fluttered insanely; yellow piss jetted from her crotch.
Splurt. Splurt. Splaaaaaash.
A gushing torrent poured from her pussy.