Damn, This Shit Is Addictively Good
The lecture was over.
As every student gathered their textbooks and rose one by one to head for the next class, Cheon A-rang stayed put in stubborn silence until the last of them — some nameless second-year junior who kept glancing nervously her way — finally left the room. Only then did she stand.
With the door swinging slowly shut, she turned her eyes toward Goo Seung-yong.
Seung-yong must have been thinking the same thing, because the moment their gazes locked he swallowed hard.
A fierce staredown stretched between them, the kind of lethal tension you only ever saw right before cowboys drew in a Western —
Click—
Instead of a revolving chamber or the cry of a red-tailed hawk, the sound of a hinge, and Cheon A-rang shot up from her seat and came barreling toward him in a thunderous scramble.
"You—you are so fucking dead! Hey! Get over here!"
"Hik?!"
My senior — my sky-high senior — just went through that, and instead of worrying about her, this little shit of a junior starts cracking jokes?!
Seung-yong let out a scream so small-fry it practically announced itself as small-fry, and tried to bolt. A-rang closed the gap in a heartbeat and brought the metal chair clenched in her fist down on the back of his head with everything she had.
"Aaaagh?!"
"You ungrateful little shit, there's a time and place for jokes!"
"There wasn't a single thing I could do from over there! And you're the one who sent that dirty text in the first place — how is that my fau—aaagh?!"
"Running? This bastard should be on his knees begging and instead he's running?! This is exactly why you never praise this fucking guy!"
Crash-bang-thud—!!
Then, toward the insolent junior who dared try to flee a second time, she launched a Rider Kick!
Like a cheetah exploding after a newborn impala, she caught the scrambling junior in a single burst and drove a Rider Kick into him. Even as Seung-yong went down in a clattering wreck of desks and chairs, her rage was nowhere near spent — she dropped into a sprinter's crouch, snorting, ready to Rider Kick him all over again.
I'll charge straight in and this time aim for that bastard's solar plex— wait?!
The instant she was about to launch herself at him, something caught her eye and her eyes went round.
"Huh?"
"Ow ow ow, that hurts…"
Th-that chair… the chair that bastard Seung-yong is using to push himself up…?!
That was the chair she had been sitting in just moments ago!
The chair where that faceless son of a bitch had been mauling her pussy while she sobbed like some helpless little girl!
And the spot he fell is… th-that's where I was just sitting! Did I kick him that way without even realizing?!
Maybe it was the shame of having been violated right in front of her own junior, Goo Seung-yong — of having sent that filthy text by accident — plus the sheer gall of him teasing her to change the mood and then bolting for the door. Her vision had gone red.
Naturally, the only thought in her head had been to land a hit. Where she sent him flying had never even crossed her mind. Equally, the possibility that the fallen Seung-yong might grab that damp chair to get up had never been part of any calculation. She wasn't the type to think of such things in the first place, and she hadn't had the time.
"So this counts as horsing around, not actual combat? Ow, that really hurts… I should grab a pain patch later… huh?"
"H-hey?!"
"What is this? This dampness? Why is only the chair this wet?"
"You little shit—aaah?!"
While she stood frozen in panic, Seung-yong was already groping the chair slick with her pussy juice, tilting his head in confusion — and A-rang, with no room left for second thoughts, threw herself at him.
What do I do, what do I do?!
Why was she even reacting like this?
He was just a junior. A convenient sandbag with a little more grit than the other small fry — someone she fretted over a tiny, tiny bit, nothing more. A thoroughly rotten junior who, even when his senior was in trouble, only knew how to tease her. That was all.
And yet the thought of him touching the pussy juice she had spilled made her face burn.
Anyway, no! I have to stop him no matter what!
Whether that impulse was pure rage or some other, more particular feeling — only Cheon A-rang herself would know.
For now she decided the only thing that mattered was keeping him from climbing any higher on her, and she launched a flying kick straight at Seung-yong, who was still staring at the chair with his head cocked.
THWAAACK—!!
A hit so clean it would have made anyone listening feel good, and her flying kick detonated against the completely unguarded back of Seung-yong's head.
"Guek?!"
"H-hah. Serves you right. Dare to run? Get caught running and the sentence doubles, you— wait?!"
But there was no room for A-rang to relax.
"Ehp-pff?!"
Oh my fucking god — I kicked him so he couldn't touch it with his hands, and instead I just face-planted him into it myself?!
She had only meant to boot him away, so why had it landed square on the back of his head — and why, of all things, had her junior been peering down at a chair absolutely slathered in her pussy juice?
Like a kicker pressing a soccer ball into the turf before a free kick, A-rang stood with her foot planted on the back of Seung-yong's head, her eyes spinning in circles.
From morning until now, a nonstop parade of the most absurd events she had ever experienced in her life had finally punched a hole of pure confusion through a mind that usually held nothing but the urge to fight, like some battle-crazed beast.
But only for a moment.
"Senior… even so, stomping on the back of my head is a bit much. Sure, us tank types are sturdy, but if you kick that hard I could pass ou— wait. What is this smell? This damp, sticky liquid that reeks of something that gets a man hard as hell — what the hell is this…"
"…?!"
With his face still mashed into the chair, Seung-yong groaned those words, and the spinning in A-rang's eyes slammed to a stop with a mental gong.
Even for someone she was close to, the sheer vulgarity of Seung-yong's muttering — as if the filter in his brain might not even exist — flooded her with a sexual shame she had never felt in her life, and that shame snuffed out the whirlpool of confusion in her head.
A j-junior dares — dares to smell his sky-high senior's pussy juice and say what?!
Not just anyone. A junior. And not even a regular junior — the same grit-only, otherwise-no-different-from-the-other-vermin junior she had just kicked half to pieces — had just given her pussy juice a compliment.
I go easy on this bastard and he gets like this…!!
They traded light sex jokes all the time, sure, but until now he had always known where the line was, so she had let it slide. This was different.
I should just crush his skull flat with my foot right now and turn the back of his head into an inverted nipple so he learns his place…!!
The teasing earlier, the running — all of it stacked together. She would drill some senior-respect into this insolent junior right here!
That was the plan as she started to put weight into her leg — but right before she followed through, something from Seung-yong's words snagged in her mind and she muttered to herself.
Wait… but he doesn't know. Right now Seung-yong has no idea that the place his face is buried is the chair I was sitting in. He has no idea that what's on it is the pussy juice I leaked while that bastard was eating me out earlier. He said that without knowing.
As ambiguous as it was to call it praise when a guy was tasting her love juices, Seung-yong's filthy monologue had been packed with pure, genuine admiration and surprise at her fluids. She knew that for a fact — because whenever Seung-yong tried to tease or mess with her, her instincts always caught it instantly and she answered with merciless punishment.
"Tsk, hmm… the taste itself doesn't feel particularly special, so why? It's just water with a smell that keeps making me want to sniff it, but I keep wanting another taste. It's addictively delicious."
What the fuck is this crazy bastard saying right now?!
This wasn't her cocky junior inventing nonsense to mock her, or babbling whatever came to mind just to escape a crisis.
Damn, though — this shit is actually delicious as hell.
So why the hell is this bastard lapping up my pussy juice like it's the best thing he's ever tasted?!
In all her life, she had never gotten a taste review of her own pussy juice from a junior. And the fact that he said it tasted good only piled more shame on top.
Crazy… my face is so hot… every time that bastard flicks his tongue on the chair, it's like this weird feeling of being… eaten…
A weakling! A junior!
A-rang fanned her burning face with her hand and glared down at the back of the junior's head under her foot.
Don't react weirdly here.
If she got flustered and squealed like some ordinary girl, or made a big show of demanding he get off her, this mischievous junior would catch on to exactly what he had been licking.
So instead…!!
Decision made, she immediately put more force into the foot planted on Seung-yong's head.
"Aaaaaagh?! I-I'm drowning?! What are you doing?! It's going up my nose!"
"You little shit, you're getting chewed out by your senior and you're still slurping away?! What the hell are you doing while your sky-high senior is disciplining you for mouthing off?!"
Stomp-stomp—!!
Like fighting a mountain fire by setting an even bigger one, A-rang stomped his face as if she meant to grind it into her love juices completely. The plan was to harass him so unfairly that Seung-yong would finally snap — and then use that as an excuse to kick the chair far away.
"Mad that I got to taste it all by myself? It seems like it has no taste at all and yet it's so addictive, ngh—?! It's gonna burst it's gonna burst it's gonna burst?!"
"Y-you insane bastard for real! Then die! Drown in it! Just die already♡"
Haa♡ haa♡
For some reason, watching him obsessively chase her love juices even while she was wrecking him made the heat that had been sitting in her face start spreading somewhere else. The sensation of her womb being squeezed tight — she decided that was Seung-yong's fault too, for brazenly doing something this perverted right in front of her — and she stomped him, and stomped him again, with everything she had.
Completely unaware that a strange dampness had begun to gather between her own thighs.
"Ow ow ow, that hurts…"
About ten minutes after A-rang senior had thoroughly beaten the living daylights out of me, I was cleaning up the lecture hall we had wrecked together, groaning the whole time.
Naturally, A-rang senior was not helping. She sat far off on a desk with her legs crossed, watching me like a warden. I put a little extra suffering into my groans, hoping to spark even a shred of guilt and get a little help — but she just snorted.
"This little shit gets a bit bigger and immediately starts acting up. How many hits did you take and you're already whining?! Still not enough discipline?"
"No, ma'am, cleaning right away."
Yeah… licking, tasting, savoring, and then rating my senior's pussy juice right in front of her might have been a bit much.
In the end she was a cold-hearted senior who wouldn't even set a single chair upright for me, but that was just the karma for what I had done, so I let it go. The moment I slid the last chair neatly under a desk, A-rang senior — as if none of it had ever happened — grinned with an ehehe and hopped down from the desk, walking over.
"You sulking?"
"No…"
"You are sulking! Did I hit you a little too hard, you little shit? Come on. I'll buy you a rice burger at the snack bar, so cheer up."
"I can't say no to a rice burger. It was pork bulgogi today, right?!"
"Probably…? Hey, hey?! Who said you could grab your senior's hand?! Ugh, why is your grip so strong all of a sudden?!"
"How am I supposed to resist pork bulgogi! Hurry up!"
"Hey, hey?!"
Still, she didn't seem completely unapologetic, so while I was at it I figured I should hit her up for two. I was dragging the slightly flustered A-rang senior by the hand toward the door when—
Thud—♡
"Ugh?!"
"Kyaa?!"
The second we burst into the hallway, we collided with someone.
My eyes had been locked on the rice burger; I hadn't been watching where I was going. That was the problem. I barely felt the impact thanks to a very soft cushion, but the person I had hit head-on was not so lucky — they went down with a scream, landing hard on their ass.
If it turned out to be a regular civilian enrolled at Hankuk University, we would be in serious trouble, so A-rang senior and I both scrambled to check who we had just sat on the floor.
"Ah, I'm sorry. I was in a hurry and—"
"Ugh, that hurts… Seriously, your body is hard for no good reason. Watch where you're going!"
A familiar voice.
How could I not know it? It was the voice of the Kkanf who had tried to drag me around as a pack mule yesterday and was clearly planning to do it again today.
A-rang senior, spotting the long, pointed ears unique to elves on the person who had fallen just like me, spoke up cheerfully.
"Whoa~ It's the Kkanf. Hey, Kkanf."
"Who are you calling a Kkanf?! And stop pretending to be shocked every time you see me like you've never met an elf before! Honestly, humans…!!"
And at that greeting, the blonde elf who had just planted her ass on the hallway floor snorted in pure disbelief.
Eracila Silvanel, a second-year in the Hunter Department same as me — the elf everyone in our department called Sila. True to the race called the people of beauty, she had those drill curls cascading all the way down to her hips, and a pair of enormous breasts that looked fully capable of competing with A-rang senior for the title of Hankuk University's greatest rack. At a glance she looked like nothing more than a lewd elf, but—
In reality she was one of the department's real powerhouses, someone even A-rang senior acknowledged. Like everyone else in the department, she looked down on me — and worse, she constantly dragged me around as a meat shield and pack mule. An evil Kkanf through and through.
More than that, she took a full collision with me and doesn't have a single scratch. Those tits and that ass must have cushioned the impact just now, right?
Thinking that completely useless thought, I reached out a hand to help the fallen Sila up.
She slapped it away without hesitation, dusted off her rear with a few brisk pats, stood up, and looked at me and A-rang senior like we were beyond hope.
"Honestly, humans have no manners whatsoever, do they? At your age, still needing to be told and taught not to run in the hallway. The pack mule I can almost understand, but Senior A-rang — for someone of your standing to keep company with a thug like that. I have said it any number of times: associating with a human like him only lowers your own standing, so do be careful."
And true to form for a Kkanf, she poured out dismissive remarks as smoothly as water, telling A-rang senior that hanging around me would drag her down. A-rang senior just snickered like she found it hilarious.
"Oh, the little-lady speech! But I heard that when you really lose it, your mouth gets as filthy as mine. Looking at how you're talking, I guess you're not that mad?"
"I was also negligent in watching where I was going, and I am not so uncultured an elf as to waste emotional energy over bumping into a mere D-class. More importantly, what is that supposed to mean? That my mouth becomes filthy — where did you hear such a— no, I believe I already know without being told…!!"
"Hik…"
She answered A-rang senior as if it were nothing, then slid those forest-green eyes my way. I dove behind A-rang senior at lightning speed. Sila's hand had been drifting toward the revolver in her holster, but at the sight of me she let out a long, pitying sigh.
"Forget it. I was a fool to expect a pack mule's mouth to stay shut. Just make sure you show up on time later."
Thok—
"Ow! Wh-why is this bastard's shoulder so hard?!"
She had clearly meant to brush past with a casual shoulder check, only to fumble it at the last second — and, thoroughly embarrassed, she vanished down the hall like the wind.
I was watching her go, eyes on her ass, when a dull thud hit me and I hopped up on one foot like a chicken in a cockfight.
"Ugh?! Wh-what now?!"
"Hmph. So any woman will do, is that it?"
"What are you even talking about all of a sudden?! Honestly, what man sees an elf and doesn't— aaagh?! Th-the other foot too?!"
"Little shit, you're so obvious. I'm going on ahead."
"Senior! Wait up! Senior! Senior… hm?"
I get it, but she was being extra spiteful with me today.
I was sitting on the floor, clutching the foot she had just stomped and groaning, when something suddenly caught my eye.
"A student ID?"
Had Sila dropped it just now?
We were meeting later anyway, so I could just give it back then. I crawled across the hallway and picked it up.
Apparently being an elf didn't get you a special format — it was the same as mine, with a photo and personal details printed beside it. Nothing particularly impressive.
I was about to tuck it into my pocket, already bored, when—
"Kim Bok-soon?"
Had there been a printing error on the name field when they made the ID?
Next to the elf's photo, in the name slot, sat a name so thoroughly homey and old-fashioned it was almost rustic. I thought, well, weird glitches happen, snapped a photo of it with a click, and slipped the Kkanf's student ID into my pocket.