Under the Festival Glow
The central square of Nuri University campus. On one side of the square stood Pedro Hall, its lights extinguished and the building shrouded in darkness. On the third floor of Pedro Hall, in an empty lecture room whose windows overlooked the central square, Lee Ayoung and I stood alone.
“Wow~!” Cheers from students facing the stage drifted in through the window. Judging by the roar, a performance was underway on the stage erected in the central square. Spotlights illuminated the stage. Lights from club and department tents glowed brightly. The sun had already set, yet the university festival remained vibrant and alive. The glow from the square filtered through the glass windows, and Lee Ayoung stood with her back to the window, gazing at me.
Her short hair swayed, revealing one ear. Clear, innocent eyes. Plump lips. A slender, graceful neck. A soft pink knit cardigan that hinted at the gentle swell of her breasts beneath. A pale thigh peeking from under her blue skirt. Her legs, smooth and glistening, drew my gaze irresistibly. She wore white sneakers.
I stepped toward her. Lee Ayoung began to retreat, just as she had earlier. At this point… There was no escape for her. It wasn’t merely that her back was against the wall. I was the only one who could save her from this crisis, and in the end, she had no choice but to do exactly as I wanted.
Like a hunter slowly cornering its prey, I advanced at a leisurely pace toward the retreating Lee Ayoung. Before long, she seemed to realize her actions were futile and stopped backing away. The distance between us shrank steadily as I continued forward without pause. When I was close enough to touch her, she spoke in a trembling voice.
“I… I don’t think I can do this after all. I’m sorry, Juwan. I should go now…”
Swish. I pulled my wallet from my pocket, opened it, and took out the money. 350,000 won. I held it out to her.
“Take this, and there’ll be no more complaints.”
“…”
Lee Ayoung, who had been about to change her mind and leave, fell silent again. Her hand slowly reached for the money. She took the bills from my hand and slipped them into her handbag.
Ziiip. She opened the zipper, placed the money inside, and closed it again. The soft sound echoed faintly through the lecture room.
Ziiip.
While she did so, I admired her legs. Moonlight streaming through the window caressed her skin. Once she had safely tucked the money away, my desire surged beyond control. Like a predator lunging at its prey, I closed the distance to the girl standing with her back to the window. Instinctively, I grasped her waist with both hands.
Though the loose pink cardigan concealed her figure, my palms could feel how impossibly slender her waist was. I glanced behind her. The outer windows of the lecture room let in the soft glow of the festival lights and moonlight. Along the windowsill ran a wide, gray stone ledge—wide enough for someone to sit on. Still holding her waist, I lifted her onto the ledge.
“Hah!”
Whether startled by being suddenly lifted or by the cold stone against her thighs, a small moan escaped her lips. After seating her on the ledge, my hands slid downward. Past the knit cardigan and blue skirt, my fingers found her thighs. Soft, smooth skin. The sensation of Lee Ayoung’s skin was intoxicating. I could already feel myself growing hard inside my pants.
My hand, which had reached her thighs, began to slip beneath her skirt. Twitch. Startled by the touch climbing up her thigh, Lee Ayoung’s body jerked. Enjoying her reaction, I continued moving my hand. Though hidden by the skirt, my fingertips soon brushed against her panties. Hooking a finger under the waistband, I slowly pulled them down.
Nothing was visible beneath the skirt, but all my focus was on my fingers. I could feel everything vividly through touch—Lee Ayoung’s panty strings, her soft, vibrant skin. Moments later, her panties emerged from under the skirt. White panties adorned with a pink ribbon. An obscene smile crept across my lips.
Lee Ayoung sat on the windowsill, her legs neatly pressed together, facing me. Her hands rested on the ledge beside her. The white panties now dangling outside her skirt told their own story. Whew… My heart’s about to burst.
The beautiful sight filled my vision. Raising my gaze slightly, I saw Lee Ayoung in her pink knit cardigan looking down at me. Her eyes trembled with anxiety, yet even that anxious expression was beautiful. I pulled the white panties all the way down. They slid smoothly along her flawless legs. I removed them from one leg and let them hang from her right ankle, still inside the sneaker.
I reached up and began removing her top. Lee Ayoung’s cardigan. I undid the buttons one by one. Soon, a thin white cotton T-shirt appeared. Hmm… No need to strip her completely. Undressing her down to her underwear would be troublesome. Time was passing, and I was already fully aroused. I simply lifted the hem of her T-shirt and pushed it up along with her bra.
Now Lee Ayoung sat with her cardigan open, her thin T-shirt and bra bunched above her breasts. Her breasts were revealed—perfectly sized, beautifully shaped, and visibly soft and springy. I gripped her slender waist with both hands as before and brought my mouth to one breast. Like biting into ripe fruit, I took it into my mouth. Soft, plump texture. I savored her breast, sucking it fully into my mouth, then lightly bit her nipple.
“Ah…!”
A soft moan drifted down from above my head. Stimulated by the sound, I moved my hands. My left hand remained on her waist while my right hand slipped beneath her skirt again. My fingers crept into the space under her blue skirt, now free of panties. Soon they brushed against something. Soft, downy hair. Pushing a little further, I felt a plump, soft mound. Just as my finger tried to part the folds—
“Ah…!”
A small sound burst from in front of me. I released her breast from my mouth and looked up at her face.
“Ung…”
She had turned her head away, eyes tightly shut, her expression slightly furrowed. It was as if she were enduring a cockroach crawling across her skin. Hmm… Does she really hate it that much? Her obvious discomfort was a little deflating, but I had no intention of stopping. I studied her furrowed face, wondering how to handle her.
Should I spray her with the itch spray and make her moan in pleasure…? That was an option. I could douse her with the spray and force her to scream from overwhelming sensation. But it felt like a waste. I had paid for this… I only needed to enjoy myself. I wanted to savor her reluctant, strained expression while taking my pleasure alone.
Swish. My mind made up, I stepped back slightly. Both hands left her body—my left from her waist, my right from beneath her skirt. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the bottle of lubricant. Then I lowered my pants. Being track pants, they came down easily.
Swish. After dropping my pants and underwear, I squeezed lubricant into my left palm. I slowly stroked myself, spreading the slick substance. My eyes remained fixed on Lee Ayoung. She sat on the windowsill with her back to the glass. Beyond the third-floor window, stars twinkled in the night sky. A bright moon shone on one side. The soft moonlight spilling through the window bathed Lee Ayoung in a milky glow. Her skin gleamed ethereally. Sitting there, she possessed an almost inhuman allure—beauty so striking that anyone who saw her would lose their words and freeze in place.
Beyond her back, through the window, countless stars and the moon seemed to be secretly watching the beautiful girl from outside. Whew… Especially from the front, the sight of her was intensely arousing. Her cardigan fully unbuttoned, her T-shirt and bra pushed up to expose her breasts, her pale, smooth legs dangling from the ledge, her thighs slightly flattened against the stone, and… the space between those thighs. Though currently shadowed by her blue skirt, the white panties dangling from her left ankle made it clear she wore nothing underneath.
At some point, Lee Ayoung had opened her tightly shut eyes and glanced at me. She seemed curious about why I had suddenly pulled away and what I was doing. But when she saw me with my pants halfway down, stroking myself while looking at her with a lecherous gaze, how would she react…?
“Kyaa!”
She let out a small scream and squeezed her eyes shut again. That same slightly furrowed expression I had seen earlier when my hand had slipped under her skirt. The look of someone enduring something repulsive crawling over her body. By then I had finished applying the lubricant. I approached her slowly. Hearing my footsteps echo in the silent lecture room, Lee Ayoung tensed. When I reached her, I wiped my sticky left hand on her pink cardigan. Her breasts, exposed beneath the bunched-up T-shirt and bra, looked like ripe fruit. Gazing down at them, I placed both hands on her knees and gently spread her legs apart.
The blue skirt rode up as her legs parted, fully exposing her most intimate place. Aroused by the sight, I released her knees, gripped her waist, and pulled her forward. Lee Ayoung now sat with her hips barely on the ledge, her toes just barely touching the floor. I lifted her skirt with one hand and pressed myself against her entrance.
Thrust.
“Kyaa…!”
At that moment—
Pew~ Bang. Per-bang.
Fireworks exploded beyond the window behind Lee Ayoung, painting the night sky with brilliant colors.