Chapter 83
“Hmm~♪”
The humming tune plays on its own, full of cheer. Shin Sa-rang fusses diligently in front of the bathroom mirror. For a freshman still carrying that newbie vibe, this is the first time she's putting on makeup so meticulously. She's copying it straight from a famous YouTube tutorial. The challenge is a slightly more mature look. After cleansing, toner, lotion, and the rest for her base, she applies sunscreen before moving to color makeup.
She dabs on eyeshadow, draws her eyeliner, curls with a lash curler. Then she coats on mascara. Each step feels tedious and minor on its own, but they pile up like dust into a mountain—her gem of a face visibly transforming before her eyes. Add small sparkling rings in her ears. She got them pierced with her high school friends not long ago. She was worried sick beforehand, but luckily, it didn't hurt much.
Finally, she double-checks her hair. Her thick bob cut, blunt and sharp as a blade—not her first DIY mirror snip, but an expensive one from a fancy salon she splurged on. A subtle change, but she loves it. Her outfit below is safe yet boldly daring: a short skirt hitting above the knees, a tight shirt hugging her already ample chest, topped with just a coat. Today's Shin Sa-rang is invincible. Worth waking up at the crack of dawn to prep.
And if anyone asks why a girl dolls up like this? The answer's obvious.
“My girl, got yourself a boyfriend?”
Shin Sa-rang's mom, Shin A-young, peeks slyly past the bathroom on her way by. She cracks the door open, hand over her mouth, giggling in that classic parent-teasing way.
“M-Mom?!”
The surprise voice from the side makes her bristle like a startled cat. She jumps, then slowly turns back to the mirror, pouting.
“Mom, knock...”
“Sorry, sorry. My girl's just too cute.”
She beams innocently, proud of her grown daughter doing makeup now.
“Heading out now?”
“Yeah. Bus to work today, so leaving early.”
“Different directions then. No point going together.”
“Right. You head to work first, Mom.”
She waves affectionately and passes by. But she turns back, her face worried.
“Hey, sweetie.”
“Yeah?”
“Don't know who you're meeting, but... you know about protection, right?”
“Ugh, I know! Of course!”
An awkward parent-kid topic, but Shin Sa-rang answers straight. In their home, it's not just sensitive—it's an ironclad rule. Especially tied to Mom's side. Sa-rang answers quick, but seeing her mom's face sparks more words.
“But... worry more about yourself than me, Mom.”
“Huh? Me?”
“Not me—it's time for you to meet someone. Don't just bury yourself in work. Hang out with coworkers... or other guys.”
“Kiddo, what nonsense at my age.”
Shin A-young waves it off like a bad joke. But Sa-rang's dead serious. To her, Mom's still stunning. Anyone would say she's in her prime. Shin A-young is three years from forty—two, counting the end of the year. But fix the tired under-eye spots, tidy her hair at a salon, and her vibe flips. Genes don't lie. That's why Sa-rang's nagged since high school. She wouldn't mind Mom dating others, even remarrying late. She's said so outright.
But Mom keeps dodging chances, against the wind. Sa-rang gets the reasons, the feelings—but watching hurts. She knows how much of Mom's life went to her. Just wants her a bit happier.
“Anyway, I'm off, Mom. Have fun, sweetie.”
“Y-Yeah...”
Mom heads out the front door first.
“Sigh...”
Quiet settles, and Sa-rang sighs, worrying again. But it's not fixing now. She scans the mirror meticulously—no stray hairs—then habitually checks her phone. Confirms today's the day.
“Eek... what do I do what do I do...”
Simple text array. Nothing more. Yet her heart races every time. She wants to kiss the smartphone. Can't, though—lips just glossed.
Fourth date with Oppa already. Feels like the first every time. No—gets better each meet. Sorry, Mom, but she's enjoying for herself now.
*
“Hey... want me to carry your books?”
“S-Sarang-ah, anything uncomfortable at school, tell me anytime.”
“Late, but join a club? Tons of spots open anyway, classes off soon—wanna hang over winter break.”
Worried about this. Class ends, and overly sweet classmates and seniors swarm her blatantly. Sa-rang got massive approaches from seniors since freshman year. Turned 'em all down. Scholarship meant grinding studies from day one. Plus part-time—busier than high school. And zero interest anyway. Suitors annoyed her thick-headed self. So no-makeup, plain clothes to school. Last bit mostly broke, but whatever.
Then one day, she shows up like a fairy in wingsuit. Guys hypnotized, claiming she dressed for them, all drooling to hit it.
“Sorry... got plans today...”
Time ticking to meet Seon-woo, she speed-walks the hall to shake 'em. But trailing guys match pace.
“Th-Then lemme drive ya. Just got a hot new model!”
“Dude, quit lying. It's used.”
“Fuck, used cars got no new models?”
“Heard that too. River wreck, half-smashed. Sa-rang-ah, ride with him? Watch for water ghosts.”
“You fuckin'—”
“Sa-rang-ah!”
Chased by pesky wolves, a crisp voice from the opposite hall. Could it be? Looks up... no. Seon-woo's height, pretty-boy sweet most girls dig. Persistent college senior Kang Tae-jun striding over. Brushes her shoulder on approach, almost touching.
“Sorry guys, Sa-rang's booked with me now.”
“Tae-jun Oppa, I really have plans—”
“Catch ya later.”
“““......”””
He straight-up yoinks her; other dudes go mum like honey-drowned. Kang Tae-jun's campus aura's real. Looks good, scandal magnet, girls around—guys wilt before him.
Somehow shakes the pack, but Sa-rang ain't grateful. He's the peskiest wolf. Plus boyfriend cosplay's gone from burdensome to creepy.
Smack! Out of the engineering building, she yanks free. Rough shrug rumples her brown coat; she fixes the collar. Her blatant hostility furrows fake-BF Tae-jun's brow.
“Oppa... sorry, but quit this.”
“Quit what?”
“The flirting... I know you're nice, but it won't change my mind.”
“Harsh words. Flirting? Just wanna hang. You're so standoffish, can't vibe.”
“Unneeded kindness.”
Sa-rang cuts clean this time. Sick of him, doesn't want him seeing this side.
“Sigh...”
Long exhale like plans foiled. Glances around, then: “...That guy from before?”
“P-Pardon?”
“That fucker's why?”
Face shifts instant. Drops the mask—chilling expression a thriller director'd cast on sight. Sa-rang's tender heart drops. Notices now: empty around. Ditched guys via back door; he cleared 'em. Alone.
Senses danger, backs up—he closes fast, grips shoulders tight. No escape.
“Why run?”
“Scary, Oppa...”
“You said weird shit. He's just an acquaintance, right?”
“Let go! I'll scream.”
“Scream then.”
Spat on floor. “Fuck, I grovel and trail ya, you act zero guy interest—rich prick shows, instant switch?”
“Ow... hurts!”
“Then say it. Just bro, right? Huh!?”
Grip tightens, twisted lust closing. Escalating. Legs shake, strength gone—life-or-death pinch.
“Yo, what's this?”
Thwack! Tae-jun's side kicked. Missed approach entirely; crumples like tin, flies three steps, crashes.
“Pfft! Gack! Hack... guh...!”
Visceral hit stops breath; gasps. Twitches like kicked bug, clutching side, drooling—no worse.
Prince Charming, impeccable timing again.
“S-Seon-woo Oppa!”
No doubt—Chae Seon-woo.
“Hey Sa-rang-ah. No phone pick-up, so hunted ya down.”
“Ah... was distracted.”
“Yeah, looks it. Who's that?”
“College... senior.”
Chatting, she sidles to Seon-woo, clings. Stands by his solid frame. Safe now.
Tae-jun staggers up clutching side, jabs finger at Seon-woo.
“Fuck... fuck you? Cameras everywhere, idiot! You're done!”
“Why?”
“Blindside punch? Calling cops! Hold still!”
“For real? Go on.”
“...What?”
Seon-woo's cool deflates him.
“Report it—you explain pouncing on Sa-rang first. Try me.”
“P-Pounce? Just talking, psycho!”
“Dunno. Sa-rang-ah think so?”
Seon-woo drapes arm over her, flaunting closeness. Height gap... his sturdy hand lands on her chest. Unintentional probably, but touch embarrasses. Tae-jun flinches at the rude hand, stares holes.
“Hey... hey, where's your hand...?”
“Huh? Oh... damn, squishy.”
Playful head-scratch like oops. “Not an issue, right Sa-rang-ah?”
Grins back, arm hooks again—hand on tit over tight shirt. Bounces playfully.
“O-Oppa...!”
“What? Touched plenty.”
“Not here...”
“Hm? Real problem?”
Tense moment, his random tease. Squish♥ But familiar touch. Date-ender wraps, always 200% satisfying palm. Pavlov's dog—tit touch cues the feel. Recalls bed romps. No answer risks trouble; quick reply.
“No... no issue, Oppa...♥”
Sweet moan slips like in bed. Lets him maul her big tits freely. Plays along, nuzzling to flaunt.
“Sa-rang-ah really digs me, huh.”
“♥”
Likes it, gropes bolder. Visible lust proves love's depth—feels good. Always perfect timing, effortless shield. Slutty vibe? Fine by her. Might as well kiss, show Tae-jun everything. What they are.
“Mmmph... haa...! Slurp slurp... Seon-woo, Seon-woo Oppa...♥”
“......”
Tae-jun gapes, side pain forgotten. Mid-fight PDA twists his face hilarious. Soul fled.
Sticky kiss drags over a minute; ends with stringy saliva, lips part. Closer skin-contact.
“See? No problem.”
“You two...”
“We're out. Busy—report if ya want.”
Tae-jun slumps, will broken. Shocked at pure-girl Sa-rang's change. Gets the "back off" now. She sticks to Seon-woo, no glance back. Eyes on? Arm off tit to waist-wrap, sweet. Planned? Nailed it.
*
“So, where today?”
Back at parked car, Oppa kicks off.
Options galore, but craves familiar over new. Body screams one spot.
“Um... Oppa,”
“Yeah, say it easy.”
“Straight to motel today...?”
“......? Sun's up—motel first?”
“Dates out fun, but today somehow...”
Thighs clenched, rubbing. Switch flipped. Heart thumps at his perfect timing again. Didn't know her lust this fierce... instinct excuse. Craves skinship with prime stud. Wants bed pronto. Playful frolic nice, but craves no-interrupt space, tangled sticky. Slick♥ Oppa strokes thigh. Perv grope from uncle? From him, deep intimacy.
“Sa-rang-ah wild so soon?”
“Wild... bad?”
“Nah? Total thanks.”
“......♥”
Instant peck cheek. His switch on too—no stop. Car in public lot, hand creeps inner thigh lewdly.
“Jeez... no. Motel...”
“Little. Touch horny thighs, then go.”
“Oppa... perv...”
“Perv bad?”
“Love it♥”
“Ugh, really...”
Back-and-forth. Gross couple alert. Smooch♥ Slurp! Neck nuzzle foreplay. Hurry... this heavy hand stroking there, hold me♥