The Man So-yeong Chose
It was one of those ordinary days.
Just like always, I was grinding through Hyeon-tae’s assignment for him when his call came through.
“H-hello?”
“I’m drinking with a girl right now, but we’re running a little short on booze and snacks.”
“Uhh, just the two of you?”
“Yeah.”
“Ah, okay. I’ll bring some over right away.”
I hung up, threw on some clothes, and left my studio apartment. At the convenience store I grabbed soju, beer, and a few simple snacks, then headed straight to Hyeon-tae’s place.
“I’m here.”
The moment I stepped inside, I froze in shock.
The girl sitting with Hyeon-tae was none other than So-yeong.
“You’re here. Set it up quick and get lost.”
“Y-yeah.”
I arranged the bottles and snacks on the floor while stealing glances at her. She was wearing a plain white boxy T-shirt and black leggings. Her face was already flushed from a few drinks, and her hand was buried deep in Hyeon-tae’s crotch.
They’re definitely going to fuck once they finish drinking.
The thought hit me like a punch to the gut, leaving me sour and restless. But why did I feel so rotten about it? I wasn’t her boyfriend—just the dildo she used to scratch her itch. Did I actually like So-yeong?
No. The mere sight of her usually made me tremble in fear. The only reason I couldn’t cut her off was because that cock of mine felt too damn good whenever she used it. So why was my chest this tangled and uneasy? No matter how hard I turned it over, I couldn’t figure out my own heart.
I finished setting the table and stood up.
“I’ll get going then.”
“Yeah, hurry up and leave.”
Hyeon-tae waved me off like I was a nuisance. I looked at So-yeong once more, but she only had eyes for him, completely uninterested in me. I walked out of Hyeon-tae’s studio, returned to my own place, and collapsed onto the bed.
“So-yeong’s with Hyeon-tae right now.”
They were probably polishing off the drinks and snacks I’d brought. Once the mood got heavy enough they’d start kissing, peeling clothes off, and fucking.
“Haaah… this shit feels awful.”
I didn’t know why, but So-yeong suddenly seemed cruel. Still, this was how things were supposed to go. A fat loser like me getting buried in her was nothing compared to getting railed by tall, handsome, rich-family Hyeon-tae. That was just the way of the world—the natural order.
“Yeah. I should be grateful she even let my dick inside her at all.”
I forced the thought into place like a mental shield.
“Hoo… no time for this. Better finish Hyeon-tae’s assignment.”
I sat back up and returned to the work. About thirty minutes later my phone rang. I checked the caller ID.
So-yeong.
Why’s she calling?
I glanced at the clock. This was still prime time for the mood between her and Hyeon-tae to be peaking. Maybe they’d already fucked once, but knowing Hyeon-tae, right now he’d be deep in the licking-and-sucking stage, working his way up to the main event. So why was she calling me?
I hesitated for a second, then answered.
“H-hello?”
“You weren’t asleep?”
“N-no, I still haven’t finished Hyeon-tae’s assignment…”
“Tsk tsk. You really have it rough.”
“I-it’s fine. No morning lectures tomorrow, so I can finish this and still get enough sleep.”
“Then come to my place for a bit.”
“Huh? Aren’t you at Hyeon-tae’s?”
I blinked in confusion.
“I left his place. I’m at my studio now.”
“Ah… so you two moved locations? Does he want me to buy something else?”
“No. I’m alone right now.”
Her tone had a slight edge of irritation. I still couldn’t wrap my head around the situation.
“Huh? You’re alone right now?”
“Didn’t I tell you not to make me say the same thing twice? Yes. I’m alone. So get up here already.”
Finally it clicked.
“O-okay. I’ll wash up and come over.”
“No need tonight. Just come straight up.”
“Got it.”
I hung up and a smile of pure joy spread across my face.
“So they didn’t fuck after all?”
Given the timing, it looked like some kind of trouble had flared up between them and she’d headed home instead. And now it was my job to take care of her frustration with my cock.
I rushed over to So-yeong’s studio. Sure enough, she was sitting there smoking a cigarette, face full of open dissatisfaction.
“S-So-yeong, did something happen with Hyeon-tae?”
“Happen? Why would anything have to ‘happen’ between me and Hyeon-tae?”
“N-no, I just mean… earlier the two of you looked like you were in a pretty good mood.”
“Ahhh~ so you’re asking why I’m here instead of fucking him when the vibe looked that good?”
“N-not exactly like that…”
I trailed off awkwardly. So-yeong sat on the edge of the bed and put on a serious air.
“Min-su.”
“Y-yeah.”
“This noona doesn’t eat anything that isn’t a monster cock. I gave Hyeon-tae’s a little feel earlier—nowhere near big-dick territory. So I released him back into the wild.”
“S-so you called me to take care of it instead?”
I felt my face heat up as I spoke.
“What was that? You trying to climb up on me?”
“S-sorry.”
“Anyway, count yourself lucky. Not many guys at this school have gotten a taste of my pussy. And you’re one of them.”
How could a girl talk about her own genitals so bluntly?
“A-am I… one of the guys who’s had your pussy?”
“There you go climbing again.”
“S-sorry.”
But damn if I didn’t want to keep climbing. Every time I overstepped, her reaction was terrifying—and somehow cute at the same time.
“To be more precise, you’re the guy who’s eaten my pussy the most at this entire school.”
“R-really?”
“How’s that feel? Honored?”
“Y-yeah. I’m honored.”
“Good. Then set up already.”
“Okay.”
I moved the second she gave the order. Naturally I stripped off my pants and underwear right in front of her, then worked my cock with my hand until it stood fully hard.
“Hooo~ your dick is seriously my exact type. It’s so fucking pretty.”
She said it with a faintly regretful expression. I felt the same way—my only selling point was this cock, and it was a damn shame. Strong in the finals, but I could never even pass the preliminaries.
Once I was rock hard I rolled on an ultra-thin condom. Then I pulled the toy box out from under the bed, lay down, cuffed my own ankles, stuck in the earplugs, and slipped on the blindfold.
“All set, So-yeong.”
“Your setup time keeps getting faster. Very good.”
“Th-thanks.”
Her praise made my face burn, and my cock twitched even harder. So-yeong cuffed my wrists next. A moment later I felt her settle over my lower body.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
“Ahh—aahnn~~!”
So-yeong bounced her hips up and down with wild force above me. Maybe it was because she’d discarded Hyeon-tae and chosen my cock instead—today her pussy felt especially delicious.
The next day, afternoon.
I walked into the lecture hall with my head held high. After all, I was the man So-yeong had chosen over Hyeon-tae.
I claimed a seat just as Hyeon-tae entered. Maybe it was the frustration of not getting to fuck her, but his face looked thoroughly sour. I gathered the finished assignment and approached him.
“H-here’s the assignment.”
“You did it properly, right?”
“Y-yeah.”
“Fine. Go back to your seat.”
“Okay.”
I returned to my place and kept watching him. His expression stayed dark.
Of course it does. He didn’t get to fuck So-yeong last night.
Even the great Hyeon-tae had never tasted the pussy I had already claimed. That single fact filled me with a superiority I’d never felt toward him before in my life. Class started and I actually focused for once. The lecture itself tasted strangely sweet today.
When the mid-class break arrived I headed to the bathroom to take a piss. Hyeon-tae walked in with another guy right behind him.
“Yo, did you fuck Yu So-yeong yesterday?”
The other guy asked the second they reached the urinals, before Hyeon-tae had even unzipped.
Hyeon-tae let out a long, heavy sigh.
“Ah, fuck. No.”
“Why not? You were drinking at your place with her, weren’t you?”
“Yeah, we drank, made out, set the whole mood… then she suddenly stood up and just went home.”
“Why?”
“Hell if I know. No reason, she just left.”
“Wait—while you were kissing, did she grab your dick?”
Hyeon-tae looked confused.
“Probably? I was groping her tits while we kissed. Why?”
“I’ve got a buddy who went to high school with Yu So-yeong. That bastard told me she’s a Big-dick Killer.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“What do you think? She only spreads her legs for guys with huge cocks.”
“For real? But I’m decent-sized, right?”
The other guy turned his head and openly eyed Hyeon-tae’s cock while he was pissing.
“You’re a little above average, sure, but not enough for Yu So-yeong.”
“Ah, fuck. How big does it have to be then?”
“Something like that would drive her crazy.”
The guy pointed straight at me as he said it.