27. Desire-Fulfilling Queen♥+ -Someone's Perspective-
A fairly handsome man boldly presses the intercom. Ding-dong! Ding-dong!
"I'm screwed..." he mutters, fidgeting anxiously as he clasps his hands tightly together. He can't keep still, shuffling back and forth in short steps, swinging his arms. It might look like he's just cold from the sudden chill in the air, but it's really just nervous fidgeting.
At his feet, two steps from the front door, sits a flower basket. That's the symbol of his resolve today. But if the door opens to a flower shower right away, it might come off as cheesy and outdated, giving him goosebumps—better to save it as a touching event if things go well.
He'd fallen for her... Lee Seon-hwa, from the moment they shared a class in university. And it wasn't just him—every guy in their major felt the same. Her beauty was a given, but her haughty speech, poised demeanor, stylish fashion... The second she walked by with her back straight and brimming with confidence, everyone became her captive.
She had that ice princess vibe from a typical youth drama. Cold and aloof to everyone, like a towering peak that begged to be conquered. That's why so many guys had made bold moves to scale her walls, only to crash and burn every time. Rumors of her dating someone would pop up occasionally, but they never lasted a month.
So he was scared. He'd liked her from their first meeting, but confessing risked even losing their friendship. As a model student, he'd managed to get close by teaming up for group projects and helping her review class notes. That's how he'd kept their casual check-ins going all this time—just as friends.
Toward the end of university, when she started broadcasting, he'd joked about being her room manager and bought her meals when she seemed stressed, sticking around however he could. He'd give up if a guy appeared, but since she started streaming, she seemed too busy to even glance at men.
That kept their one-sided crush in stasis—no movement. But opportunities come to those who wait.
A few days ago, she suddenly called and suggested grabbing dinner. He took half a day off work and rushed over. They had a cozy meal alone and parted ways. It might seem ordinary, but for ultra-conservative Seon-hwa, it was a huge signal. A sliver of light piercing through—like that once-in-a-lifetime chance.
He could feel it.
"She's late... Maybe she stepped out?"
His heart pounds. Just as he thinks no one's home and that's for the best, footsteps approach the door, tightening his throat.
Then—click—the door swings open...
And he bluescreens.
"Uh, um... are you a guest?"
A man with a white towel haphazardly wrapped around his waist. It's obvious he rushed out half-naked. His exposed body gives off that vibe, and the scent wafting from him isn't normal sweat.
...Did he mistake the lake for nerves in his tension? He freezes, grasping at that explanation. Nothing else fits this scene.
But then, "Hey... who's that?"
A thin voice from inside hits him like a gut punch. Clear as day from the lit room deeper in.
That voice that always melted his heart into goo. Now it's a dagger stabbing straight through.
"Hellooo?"
"...Huh?"
"What's your name?"
"Ah... Kim Min-su."
He stands there dumbly before blurting it out.
"He says his name's Kim Min-su~?"
"...Yeah? Tell him it's a bad time right now..."
"The homeowner says it's inconvenient?"
The half-naked messenger relays it like a postman. He can hear it fine himself—he's not deaf. But somehow... the drive that brought him here vanishes.
Color drains from his face, his mind turns to ash-white powder. His ears ring distantly.
"Um... you okay?"
"..."
The towel guy glances at him like he's weird, then lumbers back inside. He's still holding the door, so their murmurs leak out.
"Hey, seems like some visitor. You sure it's cool to send him off like this?"
"Yeah... but it's really not a good time right now..."
"What, you like this better than entertaining guests?"
"Wait, hold on! ...He's still there... door's not closed?"
"He's just standing there holding it? Slammin' it in his face feels harsh."
"Then he can hear everything! Wait. I said wait! Ah... hnng... haaang♥"
Honey-sweet moans drip out. Could that really be from Queen Lee Seon-hwa? So feminine, so melted.
The second blow from the half-naked guy shakes his brain harder. What are they to each other? How long? Since when? Questions swarm.
But that's not the point. The point is his position. Right now, he's an uninvited sack of barley, a total intruder. His head throbs too much to sort it out.
Just head home for now... As despair lifts his foot from the door,
"H-hey, Min-su!"
Seon-hwa peeks out from the lit room. Just her face, but it's a far cry from her usual perfection—utterly disheveled. Her prized platinum hair spills messily, sweat slicks her face. And near her exposed neck... kiss marks everywhere.
She reeks of sex overall.
"Um... don't drop by unannounced like this. Text first, okay?"
"Uh... y-yeah..."
"Sorry. Thanks for dinner the other day... but no more house visits. Please."
"...Yeah, sorry."
Even now, she draws the line coolly. Sharp as ever. What was he hoping for? He stares blankly at the floor, throat tight.
"Hurry up! Business done—let's get back to it!"
Like a puppet with cut strings, he zones out as the guy pokes his head out, dragging Seon-hwa back. He drops the towel—fully naked now—and his towering cock is unbelievably huge. It flashes by quick, but no illusion; absurd size.
A flood of info in seconds sparks human imagination. Revulsion hits. He can't even look anymore, stepping away from the door.
"Wait. Let me hear him leave..."
"No way. Your horny ass-back view has me losing it."
"Seriously, stop...! Kya! ......Aaht♥"
Even in those brief seconds before the door shuts, their voices carry. Like a rom-com couple bickering sweetly, loving every second.
He stands dazed again. Hallucination or real? Faint moans torment his head.
He turns from the firmly shut door. Spots the flowers he prepped nearby—his legs buckle.
"Fuckin' ... whore."
He curses under his breath, unheard. His long crush ends, scarred by trauma of that massive dick.
The door shuts—Seon-woo tosses her onto the bed and pounds away in earnest. He mounts her milky-sweet body, pistoning hard.
"Mwah... haa... hot. Phew..."
They kiss intimately, reigniting the paused fire.
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch!
His cock slams her pussy walls, wet sounds filling the air fast. Her soaked hole swallows him eagerly.
"Hoo... wasn't that harsh to your visitor? Turning him away at the door."
"He came too suddenly though..."
"Not mad your feel-good fucktime got interrupted? You were rock-hard for me."
"Nooo...♥"
Seon-hwa's face flushes crimson. Until that guy showed, she'd been lost in ecstasy with him—but facing a real-life friend snapped her back a bit.
Her cute sulk draws him in for another kiss.
"That guy was the dinner dude, right?"
"Kinda... but just a uni classmate, nothing special..."
"So the guy fucking Seon-hwa is special?"
"..."
"Huh? Am I special?"
She narrows her eyes at his prod.
"...You're gonna make me say it, huh?"
"Damn right. I'd have railed you harder if you clammed up."
"Hmph."
He grins at her adorable snort. Seon-hwa caught on quick to his game. She'd learned: lie or dodge, and he'd fuck the truth out. Plus, once hooked on his monster cock, resistance crumbles—she picks the right answers.
She blinks up, eyes sliding away shyly. Even after showing her naked body, saying it embarrasses her—she covers her mouth with her hand.
"Fine, then... you're special...♥"
Her bashful whisper.
"Fuck... so goddamn hot..."
Thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust!
"Hnng!? Huuuuhn!"
He reflexively spears deep. Her thighs quake from the emotional slam. He can't hold back—starts ruthless pistoning.
When the queen acts cute, it's a cheat code. His brutal cock throbs, demanding he pound her pussy senseless.
"Aang! I said it right!"
"Blame your hotness. Can't help thrusting when you're that cute."
"Not cute...! Not cuuute!"
"You are. Queen acting like a whiny bitch in heat? Drives me insane."
"Haaang, huuuung!"
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch!
She squirms, but her pussy floods with juice—she's deep in it. No warning, brutal pistons. Yet Seon-hwa doesn't fight. She trusts and clings.
Good girl—he hugs her tight, wrapping her shoulders.
Spurt! Spluuurt! Splurt! ...Spurt!
Her clamping pussy milks him—he unloads. Way more than the first shot, from sheer horniness.
"Haa! Haaa... haa......"
Seon-hwa cums as his hot seed spreads, trembling against him. Her panting breath tickles his neck.
He hugs once more, then lays her on the bed.
"Haaang...♥"
Reluctant as they part, he pinches her perky, perfect tits. No milk yet—just sweat beads to lick.
Post-fuck bliss: he stretches and sits up. Time to lock it down while the mood's ripe—he grabs his phone.
"Seon-hwa."
"...Hm?"
"Saving your name. This okay?"
She smooths her platinum hair, propping up slowly. Her drained, half-lidded eyes check the screen he shows.
Victory smile on his lips.
Beauty Stream Fuckbuddy Lee Seon-hwa♡
"..."
She stares blankly at first, then twitches her brows. Lips purse tight, brows furrow in annoyance.
...The hell? Good vibe dies instantly. Something wrong?
He types fast to fix.
Smooth-Skinned Sex Partner Lee Seon-hwa♡
"..."
Still sour. Quick pivot.
Fuckbuddy Lee Seon-hwa
"...No heart?"
Backfires—fire ignites. Arms crossed naked, she glares daggers.
Points from hot sex about to evaporate.
...Hates 'fuckbuddy'? Or his bossy labeling? Confusion hits.
No, she's waiting arms-crossed—not mad, just wants something specific...
He gulps, glaring at the phone. More tense than fucking her.
The warm device tempts... He types.
Girlfriend Lee Seon-hwa♡
Blank face at first, then she stares long—cheeks pinken, whips away.
"...Yeah, fine. Looking forward to it."
"Huh?"
She accepts like he confessed. Just like that—his first girlfriend. Not a fuckbuddy.
"Gimme your phone."
"Huh?"
"Phone."
She thrusts out her palm demandingly—he hands it over. Girlfriend mode: managing already?
Contacts have Ha Yeon-su and Yoon Mi-na. Blatant fuckbuddies, with pics. Heart races—busted day one? But she hands it back quick.
Girlfriend Lee Seon-hwa♥
Only hers changed.
"...Heart filled in?"
"..."
"No need to change it."
"I-it's cuter that way."
"Hmm, prefer the full heart?"
"Full one's prettier anyway..."
Her queenly cuteness draws chuckles. They lean in naturally. Tongues tangle more skillfully now, learning habits.
His index and middle finger tease her sealed labia. Sticky thread forms between.
"Fill this up to celebrate girlfriend status?"
"......♥"
Overflowing with emotion on the day he gets his first girlfriend, she crashes at his place that very night. Well, they barely slept.