I Suddenly Became the Model's Popular Star

After finishing breakfast with Seong Miyeon's kimchi jjigae.

Seong Miyeon said she had things to do and left early, though she seemed reluctant to go.

For me, that was honestly a relief.

I wasn't confident I could handle Seong Miyeon once the skill effect ended and she returned to her senses.

She might kill me on the spot.

Well, the silver lining is that it'll be hard for her to blame me.

There's no way she'd even dream that I used a skill to manipulate her memories.

To others—and even to Seong Miyeon herself—it would seem like she had suddenly gone crazy and done all those things.

Yeah, there was no evidence.

If I acted confident, it would be difficult to pin any responsibility on me.

"Still, it's scary, so I'll just stay quiet for now."

Honestly, the news spreading throughout the entire department was beyond what I expected.

I thought it would end as something between me and Seong Miyeon.

Who could've guessed she'd post it openly in the department group chat for everyone to see?

In just a day, everyone from classmates to seniors and juniors would know.

Hell, considering Seong Miyeon's popularity, the rumor might even spread to other departments.

If it really got out that I was Seong Miyeon's boyfriend...!

"...Well, even if that happens, it doesn't really mean anything."

As my reason suddenly returned, all the tension drained out of me.

It would probably fizzle out once some time passed anyway.

There was an enormous wall between me and Seong Miyeon.

If she explained herself properly, I'd go back to being the original loser.

Everyone else would just think Seong Miyeon had done some crazy stuff by using me.

Once the skill ended, we'd return to the usual bully and loser relationship.

"That part is a bit of a shame, though."

The soft breasts and firm ass I'd felt yesterday.

And the first sex I'd ever experienced on top of that.

It had been an absolutely incredible experience.

If possible, I wanted to feel it again.

If once was possible, then twice should be possible too.

I wanted to make Seong Miyeon mine with this Pregnancy Skill.

Not as a temporary girlfriend for a day, but as a real one.

But first, I need to clean up this mess.

Even as I thought that, my fingers kept tapping across my phone screen.

Questions were pouring in from classmates I occasionally contacted about assignments or study problems.

It wasn't just Seong Miyeon's phone that was blowing up—mine was on fire too.

****

When I arrived at the lecture room, it was absolute chaos.

Everyone swarmed me, bombarding me with questions.

I brushed them off by saying it was just a joke.

Seong Miyeon had already explained in the group chat that it was a penalty game, after all.

Given her usual strong personality, I doubted anyone would believe it.

But it was still more believable than the idea that I was actually dating Seong Miyeon.

"So you're not really dating her?"

"That's what I keep saying."

"Seong Miyeon sunbae actually pulled a prank like that?"

"Well, she probably figured it was fine since it was with someone like me."

"Hmm~"

Baek Seohee, the former idol, grinned slyly.

Why was this first-year even here causing a scene?

Still, even the seniors didn't dare say anything to her.

Baek Seohee had an enormous fandom as an active idol.

Her status was far too high to mess with.

"This is really suspicious~ The photo shows you two practically naked in the same bed~"

"...It was just a joke."

"What kind of female college student pulls a prank like that?"

I kept explaining, but Baek Seohee showed no sign of backing down.

On the contrary, unlike everyone else, she seemed certain there was something going on between me and Seong Miyeon.

She's being unusually persistent about this.

There was no reason for a junior to care about matters between two seniors.

Not to mention how she had shown up at the cafe last time too.

She seemed strangely obsessed with anything involving me and Seong Miyeon.

"Are you two really nothing to each other?"

"It'd be better if there was something. A guy like me is just a toy to Seong Miyeon."

"...I don't think that's the case."

I was still suffering under the barrage of questions when it happened.

"Kim Jihun."

A cold voice echoed through the lecture room.

If I had to compare it, the voice was like an aurora.

Incredibly beautiful, yet carrying an intense chill.

Seong Miyeon stood with her arms crossed, staring in this direction.

The startled onlookers scrambled away from me.

She hadn't even properly entered the room, yet one sentence from her completely seized control of the atmosphere.

What was she, some final boss?

Only Baek Seohee frowned at the scene, clearly displeased.

"Come out. We need to talk."

"Uh, yeah."

My loser's instincts kicked in, and I unconsciously rose from my seat.

At that moment, Baek Seohee grabbed my sleeve tightly.

"Where are you going? You were talking to me."

"But Miyeon is calling..."

"Why go just because of that? Are you Sunbae Miyeon's slave or something?"

Wasn't it half true?

The usual Seong Miyeon was scary enough.

But the current Seong Miyeon might actually hit me if I messed up.

"Hey, Baek Seohee. Why are you causing a scene before a second-year lecture?"

"Because I heard the rumor and came out of curiosity."

"Didn't you hear me? I told you to get lost."

"But I said I don't want to?"

Baek Seohee turned her head slightly in defiance.

Seong Miyeon's brows furrowed sharply in response.

What kind of first-year would dare act this way toward Seong Miyeon?

But Baek Seohee, being a former idol, wasn't an ordinary first-year.

As their eyes locked, I could feel the temperature in the lecture room plummeting.

"Sigh. It's annoying to argue with you, so move. I have something to say to Kim Jihun."

"I was talking to him first."

"So what? Do I need my junior's permission when I want to take my own classmate?"

"You said he's not your boyfriend anyway. Or are you trying to make it real this time?"

"You really... Sigh. Forget it."

Seong Miyeon let out a heavy sigh and strode forward.

She grabbed my wrist and dragged me straight out of the lecture room.

Even Baek Seohee couldn't stop her from doing that.

Only after we reached a secluded corner did Seong Miyeon release my hand and glare at me.

"Are you an idiot? Why are you acting so submissive to a junior?"

"What was I supposed to say then?"

"Ha! Fuck. Just like a loser, huh."

I had no idea why she was taking her anger out on me.

Well, it was technically my fault!

"Whatever. What the hell happened yesterday?"

"What do you mean?"

Seong Miyeon blushed and stammered.

"Why did I suddenly do... those things with you?"

"I don't know either."

"Hey, does saying you don't know solve anything?"

"Then how would I know?"

I barely managed to answer naturally.

I had even practiced acting as confident ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠as possible.

That way I'd attract less suspicion.

"You're the one who suddenly clung to me saying I was your girlfriend, you barged into my house, and you're the one who took the photos and posted them."

"..."

"If we're being strict, I'm actually the direct victim here."

"That... is true, I guess."

Seong Miyeon covered her mouth with her hand, looking utterly confused.

It wasn't that her memories had disappeared—her perception had been altered.

Every word and action from yesterday would still be vivid in her mind.

Why she had suddenly mistaken me for a boyfriend she loved so deeply.

No matter how much she thought about it, it probably made no sense.

"Then why the hell did I do that?"

"Maybe you were drunk?"

"I wasn't. Ugh. What is this?"

Seong Miyeon scratched her head in frustration.

Even if she pondered it her whole life, the answer would never come.

"Ah, anyway, what happened yesterday is over. Absolutely do not tell anyone about it."

"You already blabbed everything in the group chat."

"Not that. The... specific... ugh..."

"What? That you were actually a virgin with no experience with men?"

"Hey, are you crazy...! Hup!"

Seong Miyeon started to yell but quickly shut her mouth.

Rumors in the department spread faster than expected.

"Hey. Keep this in mind. Yesterday was an accident. For example... yeah. Just a one-night stand while drunk."

Seong Miyeon spoke in a fluster.

It was a rare sight, so it was somewhat amusing.

"You're not putting any real meaning into it like an actual loser, are you?"

"For an accident, you seemed to enjoy it a lot."

"Wh-what? Hey, when did I..."

Hit right in the sore spot, Seong Miyeon's face turned beet red.

"Then was I wrong? You were begging me to fuck you harder."

"You try getting fucked once! See if you can stop ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠yourself from moaning!"

...So she did enjoy it after all.

I thought she'd deny it to the end, but that was unexpected.

She must have accidentally admitted it in her panic.

Anyway, it gave me even more confidence in my cock.

I wondered if I could train the bully properly with my dick like they did in porn.

"Tsk! You perverted bastard."

Seong Miyeon lightly cursed at me.

Maybe because she was the kind (ex)girlfriend who had taken my virginity.

Even that appearance felt strangely cute.

The image of her moaning beneath me was still vivid.

"Anyway, that's enough. You should say something in the group chat too."

"What should I say?"

I had barely ever chatted in the group chat except during events.

"You have to explain that it's not true. I've already roughly cleaned it up. As the person involved, you say it was a joke too."

Ah~ So that's what she meant.

I nodded in response.

"Why should I?"

"What?"

"You're the one who posted the photos. Why do I have to?"

"...So you're just going to leave it like this?"

"There's no reason for me to actively explain. Honestly... it's not bad for me?"

Seong Miyeon bit her lip hard.

She looked like she wanted to say something but had no justification to do so.

"You're really going to act like this?"

"Think about what you did to me. Why would I want to do you any favors?"

"What did I do that was so bad? It was all expressions of affection."

If she expressed affection two more times, she might actually kill someone.

Anyway, this time I had no intention of just going along with it.

Maybe because I had graduated from virginity, I was full of confidence.

"It's not like I have to grant all your requests. I'm already doing the assignment for you."

"Ugh."

"If you really want to ask a favor, then pay the appropriate price."

"Pr-price?"

I nodded firmly to show I wasn't going to let it slide easily.

I was thinking of getting at least a cup of coffee from the cafe.

The desserts I got last time were surprisingly sweet.

After pondering for a long time with a reddened face, Seong Miyeon ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠finally spoke.

"...What if I let you touch them?"

"Huh?"

"If I let you touch my breasts... will you do it?"

I swallowed hard without realizing it.

"Are you serious?"

"What? Isn't that what you wanted?"

I had only been thinking of making her buy me coffee.

Well... there was no need to correct her, right?

The way Seong Miyeon said it was cuter than expected.

Above all, the sensation of the breasts I had touched before came rushing ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠back.

I had fully enjoyed that soft texture, yet I already wanted to touch them again.

The breasts then and now are different too.

Seong Miyeon back then had been under hypnosis, but now she was fully conscious.

Personally, I wanted to give more points to the current situation.

The fact that a clear-minded bully girl had no choice but to offer her breasts was incredibly arousing.

"Ugh. Look at you smirking. So fucking gross."

"Ahem! Ahem! Who said that?"

"Look in the mirror. There's a total pervert old man right there."

Hmm, was it that obvious?

Thinking about Seong Miyeon's breasts must have made my expression impossible to control.

"From your expression, the answer is clear. If I let you touch them, you'll properly say it was a game, right?"

"Just touching isn't enough. Give me ten minutes."

"Hey, you're crazy. Who touches breasts for ten minutes? Class is about to start."

"Then five minutes. But on bare skin."

"Now you're even setting the time. You dirty bastard."

She had suggested it first, yet she wore a look of disgust.

Even that was nothing but spice that made the situation even more arousing.

Especially with her face flushed and her eyes trembling.

"...Now that I think about it, this is ridiculous. I think you touched them to your heart's content yesterday. You want to touch them again?"

"If you're a man, you'd want to touch breasts like yours anytime, anywhere."

"You crazy pervert bastard."

Even as she cursed me, she was already unbuttoning her shirt.

Pop.

Pop.

Pop.

She unbuttoned her dress shirt and removed her bra.

Her large mounds, unable to defy gravity, jiggled once.

"Ah..."

After that, Seong Miyeon wrapped her arms around her breasts.

It seemed she felt embarrassed actually showing them.

"Ugh. How did it come to this? Am I not in my right mind?"

"Are you just going to stand there? If I don't touch them, the time won't pass."

"Fine, I get it."

Was this really the same Seong Miyeon who used to control the entire department with a single word?

It was so different from her cold demeanor earlier that it had its own charm.

In the end, Seong Miyeon opened her shirt and showed me her breasts.

Her firm, elastic breasts revealed themselves.

Just the slight trembling of her body from tension made her breasts shake greatly.

I had seen them yesterday too, but they were still an incredible pair of tits.

The way she looked embarrassed yet resentful was the most arousing part.

And the fact that she was ultimately showing her bare breasts made it even more so.

"What are you just staring for? Hurry up and touch them...."