The Lingering Scent
"Ha-rin, you're here—"
'Hmm?'
Ji-ah had been about to greet Ha-rin as she returned to her seat after break, but the words died on her lips the moment she saw her friend's face.
Something was off.
'Is she in pain?'
It looked similar, but not quite. Ha-rin's flushed cheeks and tightly pressed lips suggested she was desperately holding something back.
That wasn't all.
'What is that smell?'
Because they sat right next to each other, Ji-ah could tell immediately. The moment Ha-rin took her seat, a strange, indescribable scent rose from her body—nothing like the faint shampoo fragrance from just tens of minutes ago.
After taking a deeper breath and searching her memory, Ji-ah realized what it was.
'Ah…'
That scent. The lewd, unmistakably sexual scent of arousal.
Startled, she couldn't help but ask why her friend smelled that way.
"Ha-rin, is something wrong? Are you feeling sick…?"
"No."
Ha-rin only glanced sideways with a forced smile before immediately turning her attention away from Ji-ah.
Ji-ah's eyes widened at the unfamiliar reaction. To an outsider it might have seemed like an overreaction, but after decades of friendship, even the smallest change in expression was immediately noticeable to her.
"Thank goodness. Class hasn't started yet."
"…Ah, is Oppa here?"
Ji-ah had been about to press further when Kang I-jun's voice from the seat beside Ha-rin drew her attention.
"Class is starting."
'I'll ask her after lecture ends.'
With the professor entering the classroom, Ji-ah had no choice but to set her questions aside for now.
"Haa…"
A hot breath escaped from somewhere nearby. Fortunately, Ji-ah didn't hear the soft sound.
Nor did she notice the man's hand gently stroking the inside of her best friend's thigh right beside her.
"Huu…"
Drip—
Following the movement of his fingers, her inner walls clenched and greedily leaked thick fluids. Her panties grew damp with her arousal, and the soft moans of a female lost in pleasure were swallowed by the ambient noise of the lecture hall.
* * *
'That bitch… Lee Ji-ah, that rotten bitch…!'
Ha-rin had always considered Ji-ah the most precious person in her world. That fact had remained unchanged for ten years, and she was certain it would never change in the future.
But that was no longer true.
Ji-ah had suddenly become her most hated enemy.
When she saw Ji-ah in the classroom, Ha-rin had to suppress the violent urge to grab her by the hair and tear it out.
The reason her former best friend had become so detestable was because of her boyfriend, Kang I-jun.
In truth, those feelings had mostly been resolved—until today, when she received a "gift" from him. The long-buried emotions reignited with terrifying intensity.
Her longtime crush, I-jun, had ended up dating her best friend.
Of course she should have been happy for Ji-ah's sake, but the quiet heartbreak had festered inside her like mold until now.
'I liked him too! I even gave him hints back in high school!!'
Of course, those hints had only lasted a short while. For the sake of her friend's happiness she had tried to bury her feelings, but the perceptive I-jun had already noticed.
He had pretended not to know in order to preserve their long-standing childhood friendship, and Ha-rin had done the same.
Yet every time they met, the awkward glances they exchanged made it clear the truth still lingered between them.
It had been uncomfortable, but there had still been room left in her heart.
She hated that.
The feeling reached its peak whenever she had to watch the person she loved and her best friend display affection right in front of her.
At those moments, she truly couldn't control her expression.
Even someone as oblivious as Ji-ah might have noticed by now.
Which meant she had been deliberately pretending not to know all this time.
'That two-faced bitch! That filthy whore!! That insect!! That worthless parasite—!!'
Ha-rin growled on her bed, hurling every curse she could think of at the friend she had once been inseparable from.
The urge to find Ji-ah and unleash both verbal and physical violence burned inside her.
'I'll get revenge… I definitely will!'
Then how should she do it?
As she pondered, one man's face rose in her mind first.
'Oppa… Seung-woo oppa… I need to ask him… Oppa will answer anything… Because he always gives the right answer… Because whatever Oppa says is truth and absolute…'
Her boundless trust in him.
If he told her to die right now, Ha-rin would do so without hesitation.
There was no need to justify it. Just as breathing was natural for a human, obeying his words was simply common sense.
Twitch.
'Ah…'
The moment she thought of him, Ha-rin felt her lower abdomen grow intensely hot.
At the same time, the vivid memory of receiving his "gift" replayed in her mind.
The sensation of his semen.
The feeling of their skin touching.
The pleasant male scent… his scent.
"Huu…"
Just remembering was enough to fill her mind with lewd thoughts. The emotion that overpowered her reason quickly urged her body into action.
Her hand beneath the blanket moved downward reflexively, recalling the thrilling moment they had shared in the classroom, before stopping.
'…Is everyone asleep?'
Her room was dark. Listening carefully, she heard no sounds from her family.
They seemed to be asleep.
There was no reason to hesitate.
Slide—
"Haaah—"
The moment her fingers touched beneath her pajama pants, her hips lifted slightly and a deep breath escaped her lips.
Rub, rub…
Her fingers began skillfully stroking over the fabric. Pressing in gentle circles, she could feel the shape beneath through the cloth. Naturally, she found the spot that felt best and pressed harder.
"Hah…! Hng, haaah—!"
This masturbation was, without a doubt, the best she had ever experienced in her life. Because her mind was supplying the ultimate material—his touch, his scent.
"Oppa… your cum, slurp, lick— I like it… I like it so much…!!"
She savored the memory of the sticky, clinging white fluid in her mouth. The sensation of it, along with the male scent that had filled her nose, made her body burn.
"Sniff, lick, haaah… lick it all—"
Her nose and mouth twitched repeatedly as she recalled what had happened in the classroom. Her eyes, rolled upward in an attempt to dig deeper into the memory, remained trapped in the already-corrupted recollection.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!…
"Ung…"
Before she knew it, her panties and pants had been pulled down, and her fingers were now thrusting in and out of the hole between her legs. They came out drenched in her fluids.
Her nose flared wider, and her mouth made constant wet sounds as if savoring the taste.
Though the scene was bizarre, the person whose entire body was trying to relive that moment didn't notice anything strange about herself.
"Hng—"
After using the morning's events as fuel for her masturbation, a familiar sensation began to rise. The tingling pleasure that electrified her brain. The climax.
Spurt…
"Haaaaah……"
Hot liquid poured over her fingers. She trembled lightly, savoring the sensation.
"Haa… haa…"
Her chest rose and fell rhythmically as the afterglow washed over her. Once the excitement subsided slightly, she glanced at the clock.
Two in the morning.
It was already dawn. She had only masturbated once, yet a considerable amount of time had passed.
'…Not enough.'
Even though she had just finished, her desire surged again as if lying. The intensified lust made yesterday's events even clearer in her mind—his scent, his face, his skin, everything. The urge to feel it all again crashed over her like madness.
She wanted to run to him right now.
And then—
'…No.'
Just as the thought reached that point, her remaining reason slammed on the brakes.
Squelch!! Squelch!! Squelch!!…
'Hold it in…! Hold it—!!'
The more she thought of him while trying to relieve her desire through masturbation, the stronger the thirst became. Even when temporarily sated, it only returned deeper, like drinking seawater.
'I have to endure—!!'
Squelch—
In the dark room, Ha-rin continued desperately suppressing her urges while frantically masturbating. How much time had passed like that? Hours? Days?
Through the open window, she saw light cutting through the dim darkness. Only then did she realize she had stayed up all night.
The closed room was filled with hot air and a woman's thick pheromones.
Even so, the activity on the bed didn't stop.
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!…
"Haaah… haaah…"
Despite hours of continuous masturbation, Ha-rin kept climaxing, her fluids never stopping. Countless orgasms left her breathing ragged, yet her fingers moved desperately.
Spurt!
Another climax. The afterglow that made her body tremble was now far too short.
'I can't…! I can't hold back anymore!'
Ha-rin shot up and frantically tapped her phone screen.
Ring…
She couldn't hide her impatience as the call connected. Biting her nails, she prayed he would answer.
'Please, Oppa! Please pick up! Please…!!'
Click.
"Hello?"
He answered. It felt like salvation. She almost imagined a divine light bursting before her eyes, but she had no time to savor it.
"Oppa, where are you right now?"
"What's going on so early in the morning?"
Seung-woo's voice sounded puzzled. It was natural—anyone would be confused if someone suddenly called at dawn asking where they were.
But Ha-rin had no time for such trivialities.
"Where are you!"
"Seriously, what's wrong with you?"
"I want to see you, Oppa! I want to meet you right now and suck your—"
—cock while swallowing your cum, then get fucked while burying my nose in your skin and breathing in your scent like crazy.
It was a miracle she managed to swallow those words.
"Please tell me your address…! I'll come right now! Please…"
With her voice barely restrained, Ha-rin begged into the phone.
"…Alright."
After a brief silence, his voice returned. Moments later, the address arrived via message.
The moment she saw it, she jumped up and hurriedly changed clothes.
'Hurry… hurry!! I want to taste his cum! From Oppa—'
She wanted to be fucked.
Already out of her mind, Ha-rin left her room and ran toward him—completely transformed into a perfect plaything for one man.