Real Yass
Breasts and legs.
It came down to a matter of preference, really.
I like both, though.
If he had to choose, it was legs.
Pretty breasts made him want to touch them. But pretty legs—
"Oppa, wait."
"Why? Can't I?"
"It's not that you can't, but still…"
—pretty legs made him want to spread them.
His palm came down with a soft slap on her thigh. His fingers slipped into the hidden space between, searching for the place to pry open.
One finger goes in fine now.
She'd gotten used to it. But one alone could never open the path properly.
"Ah—!"
He needed at least two. The moment he worked his index and middle finger apart inside her, a moan spilled out. Slick fluid followed. The more he moved, the wetter the fabric around her panties grew.
She gets so wet.
There was a reason he'd misjudged her before. Just getting her drunk and kissing her had been enough to turn her on. Touching her was even more immediate.
All he had to do was drive in deep and rock her front to back—
"We're at school."
"Mm."
There was one minor problem.
School.
He'd run into Suhyun by chance, gotten hard looking at her, and dragged her somewhere deserted.
I remember this building was still in use when I first enrolled.
No—construction was underway right next door. That would become the new wing, and this old one had been half abandoned. The first and second floors still saw some staff traffic, but from the third floor up there was no one. Least of all the fourth-floor bathroom.
"Doesn't that make it better?"
"I wouldn't know about that."
"You will soon enough."
"Ah—!"
The black dress. He hiked it straight up over her waist. Her neatly shaped ass came into view—not much flesh on her, but the bone structure was excellent. That still-immature pelvis of hers—
I'll just make it filthy myself.
She was soaked, sticky-wet. He'd already loosened her up; there wouldn't be any resistance going in. Somewhere along the way she'd even learned how to angle herself for him—lowering her waist, pushing her hips back.
"Eup—!"
One hand gripped the bar handle; the other clamped over her own mouth. She was self-conscious about the sounds. No one came here, but she could still be nervous. He'd heard couples sometimes found their way up.
Well. We're not a couple.
But they could still work off the lust.
That span between her slim waist and her hips made the perfect handle. Something he wanted to use as hard as he liked. A bathroom was for toilets—but every so often, a toilet like this one—
She's actually letting me do this.
Honestly, he'd expected her to refuse. That was her personality, and if you got technical about it, even their first time had been more about the atmosphere. He'd tried because he saw an opening, sure—but he never thought it would go this smoothly.
"That was good."
"Then help me stand up."
"Hm?"
"My back…"
She was still holding that filthy pose—bent at the waist, ass stuck out. Not by choice, apparently. He'd used her a little too hard; her muscles were protesting.
Squelch.
Viscous fluid dripped in fat drops. A tart scent filled the cramped bathroom.
I was a bit rough with her.
You didn't tear open packaging carelessly. Put too much force on something from the start and you ended up with shredded meat. He'd have to be more careful next time. He felt a little bad for her—and even worse for her boyfriend.
He stroked her gently, almost tenderly—
"Oppa?"
"Hold on."
"Ah—ah. Seriously…"
—and found he wanted to use her one more time.
He changed positions, straddling the toilet. Suhyun climbed on top of him with the air of someone who had no real choice. She was surprisingly obedient when it came down to it.
"Haa… haa…"
She buried the moans she hadn't been able to let out against his shoulder. Trying to kill the sound as much as possible, no doubt.
Keep doing that and I'm going to want to train you up.
She seemed like the type who'd be good at secret sex. The kind of woman you could enjoy in an office, outdoors—anywhere convenient.
When it was over, he stepped out of the bathroom first. Suhyun had said she needed a minute and sent him ahead. The faucet still worked. He washed his hands and waited outside for about five minutes.
"Oh."
"?"
"You look completely normal."
"About what?"
The usual Suhyun emerged. The dress that had been hiked up now fell cleanly over everything—covering whatever marks and evidence might still be on the inside.
Even with a little wear on her, no one would notice.
Repackaging used goods and putting them back on the market. Morally questionable, sure—but only if you got caught. And if the product was cheap and good, people could even talk themselves into accepting it. Nice body, decent personality, good in bed—
"Have you done it with your boyfriend?"
"Not yet."
"Why? You said the mood was heading that way."
"Who knows. Maybe someone ruined the atmosphere."
Inside the campus café. For cheap prices you could get coffee that rivaled most franchises. The only downside was the crowd noise—which, for a conversation like this, was actually useful.
He sucked on his iced americano. Black on black, color-matched to Suhyun's outfit. She looked at him. That gaze of hers—indifferent, chic, and somehow full of intent all at once.
"Regretting it?"
"Mm."
"Sorry about that, then."
"No. You don't have anything to apologize for."
She still hadn't sorted out how she felt. The alcohol hadn't been entirely irrelevant. Morally, none of this was right. It was a secret she could never tell her boyfriend.
"If we get caught, I'll take the slap for you."
"How reassuring."
"Or are you going to break up with him?"
"I don't know. Thinking about it just makes my head hurt."
She bit down on the straw. A fun little situation, laced with just enough tension. Then she shifted in her seat, and laid a hand on her own stomach—right over the place he'd been inside moments ago.
"Well… it felt good, so."
"Right? Your boyfriend wouldn't do it like that."
"Ugh. You don't know that."
"But you got more turned on because it wasn't him. That part's true."
"…"
She went back to silently sucking her iced americano. This time her face said the words were hard to get out.
Yeah, that tracks.
One of the reasons women cheated, supposedly. They wanted to step outside ordinary life—wanted a little transgression. That was something he could provide. The non-everyday of the stock market, and the fantasy of the bed.
"Oppa."
"Yeah?"
"What's your blood type?"
"Why? B, for the record."
That was why people had affairs at work, too. One dangerous relationship on the side made a perfect stimulant for daily life.
I hope things keep going well with her boyfriend.
That would only make holding her more fun. Suhyun seemed to share the opinion.
"My boyfriend's O."
"Yeah?"
"And I'm BO, so as long as it's not BB I can probably get away with it?"
"…"
A little extreme—but still.
May.
The month when every university in the country got the noisiest.
"What's your club doing?"
"Us? Probably the same old thing as always."
Festival season. Club members were scrambling with preparations. Even the ordinary students who weren't in anything weren't exempt—not if they belonged to a department.
They're just going to mess around again.
Juha was a member of ETSD, the Economics Department's own club. Its founding purpose was to research and debate economic issues, but—
"They'll just throw a drinking party, right? Something like that."
"Haha! Are you allowed to say that?"
"Why not? It's true~."
—in practice, they played. Sightseeing trips, drinking sessions at restaurants, all of it funded by club activity money. Under the pretext of economic research, of course. Tourist spots were "regional economies." Restaurants were "price surveys." And so on—you could stretch anything to fit. It had seemed absurd at first, but now she was enjoying it herself. It wasn't her money, after all.
"Well, you are…"
"Hm?"
"Never mind. I should've joined ETSD too~ I really wanted to go to Japan."
Not long ago they'd even gone on an overseas trip. Japan. Something-something about studying the Japanese economy, which had a structure similar to Korea's.
Slap a justification on it and it gets approved. Who knew.
She'd desperately wanted to go. But going on her own dime was out—her parents wouldn't give her allowance for it, and she would rather die than get a part-time job. So she'd had an idea. If the club already spent its activity funds however it wanted, why couldn't she spend them however she wanted?
"Juha!"
"Oh—oppa."
"Ah, well then… see you tomorrow, Juha."
And now she was in a position to make that happen. Her boyfriend was waving from a distance as he walked over.
If you're jealous, go get yourself a boyfriend with power.
He was the club president. That was how the Japan trip had happened. She'd asked, and he'd agreed without hesitation.
"Class ended early."
"I ran over because I missed you~ Have you eaten yet?"
"No."
"Want to go with me? I found a good place!"
He was completely gone on her. A third-year, fully returned from military service—a total senior—but when it came to men and women, the story was different. She'd seized the initiative completely. Whatever she said, whatever it was, he would listen.
"I feel like pasta."
"Yeah? Then let's go get that! Hold on, I'll look up a good spot."
Still. He treats me well because it's me.
She felt a little like she'd hooked a sucker. But she was serious about the relationship. His résumé was solid enough. Decent height, face that wasn't bad. Most importantly, he was lined up for an elite track at a major bank after graduation.
"Speaking of which, oppa—I have a question."
"What is it?"
"What are we doing for the festival?"
Campus life was comfortable, too. Being the girlfriend of the biggest club's president in the department came with real power.
"The usual. You don't know?"
"Drinking again…"
"More precisely, we sell drinks! When our club does something, we do it properly. There's a reason we get so much activity funding."
And that power didn't come from nowhere. Membership numbers. Activity records.
Mmm~ well, yeah, that tracks.
They'd built it up over the years, so they got to enjoy it. Every year they set the highest sales record at the Hankuk University festival.
"Do the other clubs all sell alcohol too?"
"Usually… yeah? Departments or clubs with a specialty do other things sometimes, but."
And even as the girlfriend of ETSD's president—even Juha had one thing that drove her absolutely insane.
We're nothing like those scraps from whatever that stock club is.
Another departmental club had sprung up recently. Some members had even quit ETSD to join it. Because of those bitches. Hye-ri and Sora—people from the same department she wished would just disappear—were in that one.
"What if—just what if~?"
"Hm? What?"
"If we do too well with sales, the clubs next to us take a hit, right?"
"Haha! Exactly! Same department, same booth area—we get cursed out every year."
The reason some of the guys had quit. She had a hand in that, and their pride had to be stinging.
I need to make sure they can never act up in front of me again.
The chance to make that wish come true had arrived.