New Semester
The new semester.
It brings two major changes for the students.
"Did you hear about Suhyun?"
"What about her?"
"They're saying she's gotten ridiculously pretty lately."
Freshman year is a time of knowing nothing—as a student, and as a college kid.
But after going through break, you grow up. You mature into an adult.
"She was always pretty, though?"
"Just a little blunt, that's all."
"But after doing modeling this time, she completely transformed."
"Modeling??"
"Ohhh!"
An image overhaul.
Suhyun had become a successful case study, so of course eyes would turn her way.
Creeeak—!
The person herself walked in.
As if it were some unwritten rule, the lecture hall fell dead silent.
She sat in the corner of the classroom like always, chin propped on her hand, looking like she couldn't care less about anyone.
"Whoa……."
"She really did get insanely pretty."
"How do you know? You two talk?"
"I'm friends with Heon-u, remember?"
"Heon-u?"
"Suhyun's boyfriend."
She was chic.
With looks that pretty, there was no way she wouldn't be popular with the guys—if only she didn't have a boyfriend.
Seong Seung-hoon, a second-year in the economics department, knew that much.
I figured their personalities wouldn't match and it wouldn't last long.
He was friends with Heon-u from the sociology department, after all.
He still remembered how shocked he'd been when those two started dating.
"I'm so jealous~!"
"She completely leveled up."
"He brags about his girlfriend nonstop, you know? Hard not to know."
"Yeah, I'd do the same."
On the other hand, he'd been hoping they'd break up.
Nothing was easier to go after than a girl fresh off a breakup.
Tch.
Pie in the sky.
Truth was, he wasn't even on Suhyun's level, so there was nothing to feel sorry about.
Still, there was a reason he kept dreaming.
The girls in the economics department were just too damn pretty.
"Hye-ri's just cute, though."
"Right?"
"Nice personality, doesn't seem like she'd give you a hard time……."
The girls' group.
They watched, practically drooling.
Even the department's resident mood-maker was pretty.
You couldn't help but daydream happily.
No matter what anyone said, dreaming was free.
"We're second-years now."
"We're the seniors."
"The freshmen look pretty too~ Some of them still have that high-school vibe, though."
"Even better."
The usual guy talk.
With a new year, it was only natural to have big ambitions.
And yet one name went unmentioned—as if they'd all agreed to leave out the one person you couldn't skip in a conversation like this.
Creeeak—!
They kept glancing toward the back door of the lecture hall.
The moment they'd been waiting for finally arrived.
Sora?
That's Sora, but…….
What's with her? Did she catch a cold or something?
Top of the second-year class in Hankuk University's economics department.
There was a reason she was more famous for something other than her grades.
She was just too pretty.
Pretty enough that you wanted to ask her if she'd chosen the wrong career path.
"It's Sora!"
"Uh……."
"Why does she look so drained?"
"I barely ate anything this morning."
Sora had arrived.
Just appreciating her figure was enough to make coming to school worthwhile—enough to give you an appetite you didn't have before.
Hooo~!
Sighs erupted from the guys all over the room.
Her outfit was just too pitiful to bear.
It's still cold, sure, but…….
Wouldn't a sweater be enough?
At least take the puffer off when you're walking around!
A black puffer jacket.
Whether it was stuffed with duck down or goose down didn't matter.
What they wanted to see was the other thing inside it.
Even after lecture started, she never took it off.
"I thought Sora would get even prettier……."
"She was always pretty."
"She's never cared about that stuff to begin with."
"She could've changed over break!"
"We just got completely passed over."
A tragic disaster on the very first day of class.
No wonder the guys' morale took a collective nosedive.
The new semester.
Honestly, I hadn't even been sure I'd stick around for another year.
I figured there might not be any real harvest left.
This was the school I'd dropped out of in the first place.
If I'd had high expectations, that would've been the weird part.
Things had gone better than expected.
The club had grown into something pretty substantial too.
"Do you have any idea how hard it was?"
"Yeah, yeah."
"Don't just 'yeah' me! I had to handle the club MT from planning all the way to leading it myself."
All thanks to Hye-ri.
Even while I was gone, she'd managed the club with everything she had.
That's why I've got it easy.
I was genuinely grateful.
To put it bluntly, I hated dealing with the annoying stuff.
Thwack!
Handling things with money was just more convenient.
While I was traveling, I'd picked up a gift for Hye-ri too.
"Wow, earrings!"
"Bought them for you, Hye-ri."
"After going with another girl?"
"……."
Hye-ri already knew.
That I'd gone on a trip with Sora.
The two of them were close, so she would've found out even without me saying anything.
It's not like she's jealous or anything.
She was just disappointed.
There wasn't a woman alive who hated travel—especially a trip to Europe.
"How do they look?"
"Pretty. Makes me want to nibble on your ear."
"I'm super sensitive there. Don't bite hard. Ah♡"
Especially with the guy she liked.
I gently tasted Hye-ri's small ear inside my mouth.
Sweet as hell.
Worth sucking on.
Hye-ri let out a lewd moan as she spilled her lingering disappointment.
"Take me with you next time."
"Just the two of us?"
"That works too. Ah, ah!"
I'd been neglecting her for a while.
The club, and sex—I'd barely given her any.
I should take Hye-ri somewhere next.
Maybe make time around the next break.
With her, it'd just turn into a sex trip, though.
My hand slid past her thigh and invaded under her skirt.
My fingers reached that secret place.
She was soaked.
Even so, it was hard to force even one finger inside.
"You haven't been masturbating?"
"I-I have."
"But you don't put your fingers in?"
"You know……."
She got embarrassed.
That kind of shame only doubled the satisfaction of taking her.
This hole that seals right back up if you leave it alone for even a little while.
I stroked her gently until one finger slipped in.
Soon she was taking two.
Even loosened up like that, she was still tight.
I pressed the head of my cock against her and slowly spread her open from the inside.
"Does it hurt?"
"I'm fine……."
"Even like this?"
"Ahhk! Ahh-ah……."
Doggy style.
I pushed in until my hips met Hye-ri's plump ass.
She didn't know what to do with herself.
Strange moans spilled out along with a string of drool.
Feels like forcing it into a tiny onahole.
I fretted that I might tear her.
But the human body isn't that fragile.
Slap!
It finds a way to take it—so it can receive a superior male's seed.
I left a handprint on Hye-ri's round ass.
Then shoved all the way in.
Look at that pussy sucking me in.
Her insides wriggled and prepared to swallow my seed.
I came hard, just the way she wanted.
Her body trembled violently as she desperately took every drop.
Only after I finished did her legs fall open into an M-shape.
"Did you come inside?"
"Yeah."
"I haven't been taking anything lately……, I should start again."
I slowly pulled out.
The place that had struggled to take even one finger was now gaping wide.
She's young, so her recovery's good.
Shape-memory alloy pussy.
Leave it alone a few days and it goes right back.
But it was definitely different from before.
A pussy that had learned a man now fluttered open, craving round two.
Begging to be fucked again.
"I've got stuff to do."
"Kya! Wait a second!"
"I'll just wreck you with my fingers."
I shoved my index and ring fingers deep and yanked downward.
The juices pooled inside came pouring out in a stream.
Doesn't seem like just what I put in there.
She was producing more.
A body that remembered strong stimulation was bound to react to strong stimulation.
Trickle~
It flowed out like she was pissing.
The way her M-spread legs trembled was kind of funny.
This much should be enough for her.
Left alone, she'd just soak in the afterglow.
I left Hye-ri behind and slipped out of the empty lecture hall.
Tap, tap!
Then I sent a text.
Lately, the one most worth taking was someone else entirely.
Looks like she really was doing modeling work.
And it was going better than expected.
She's at her peak right now.
Magazine companies would want her.
I wanted her in a completely different sense.
Time for that had gotten scarcer.
But there were other ways to work off the urge.
KakaoTalk ping!
Suhyun's modeling photo.
Getting to look at that rare edition all by myself was pretty exciting.
Dating a celebrity would get you off on this kind of thing too.
She wasn't a celebrity, but it was fun enough.
Looked like the new school year was going to be interesting.
"Ah!"
There was the opposite case too.
While I was sitting on a bench texting Suhyun.
She said she was changing, and…….
My eyes met Sora's.
She was dressed even more pitifully than usual.
"What the hell are you doing walking around in a puffer?"
"I like this."
"Well, sure, the performance is good."
I'd bought her luxury clothes so she'd learn some fashion sense, and it had all gone straight back to square one.
No—it had gotten worse.
I guess that can happen.
The incident on the trip.
Even if by global standards it was no big deal, for her it could've been a shock.
She was conscious of men's gazes.
I'd figured that was why she was covering up.
Ziiip~!
She pulled down the zipper of her puffer.
At the same time, the humid, warm air from inside leaked out.
The smell of sweat.
But to a man, it was a thick pheromone that couldn't help but be exciting.
"It's good for sweating."
"Sweating?"
"I'm on a diet."
"Did you even have a body that needed dieting?"
"Want to feel how much I've changed?"
Sweet temptation.
My hand went to her not because of reason, but because instinct ordered it.
It stuck right to her with a soft smack.
A little slippery from the sweat.
What made my hand want to wrap around her even more was—
"Stop."
"Ah, why!"
"Down there isn't yours, oppa."
The grip was art.
It had always been good, but just a little dieting had turned it into a masterpiece.
A cinched waist.
Going lower, I could feel her hip bones.
And beneath that, a firm, bouncy ass I wanted to rest my hands on.
Gulp!
Her chest had always been a gift from heaven.
Once she started managing everything else too, she was transforming into a real sex-machine body.
The sensation at my fingertips wouldn't leave me.
Going further than this was off the table—I did have a prior engagement, after all.
"You know what happens if you jump me even by accident, right?"
"Accidents should get…… a little consideration, shouldn't they?"
"Investments are your own responsibility, right? I'll make sure you jump me first, so look forward to it."
The new semester.
The one who'd changed the most was Sora.
Looks like the trip had shifted something major in her heart.
What the hell did I do.
She'd gone a little off the deep end.
Maybe I'd overdone it a bit, trying to teach her the global standard.
"How are the stocks?"
"Still underwater."
"And they will be for a while."
"Hey."
The core of her was still the same.