45. I Wanted to Do More for My Beloved Boyfriend.
45. I Wanted to Do More for My Beloved Boyfriend.
Exam day two.
Educational Statistics, that hellish mix of difficulty and annoyance, was finally over.
Not just me—everyone was shuffling out of the exam room with death masks on their faces.
"How was it?"
Nobody gave Hana a straight answer. Even if they'd aced the practical, us college kids come pre-loaded with the basic passive skill of downplaying everything.
Day three.
"This one felt kinda easy?"
With the end of exams in sight, faces were starting to light up like Australopithecus straightening their backs.
Day four.
"Tomorrow's just gen ed, right? We could... drink, maybe?"
Other departments were finishing up, so people were loosening up bit by bit.
Day five.
"Exxxxams doooone!"
Some nameless yell kicked it off, and students pouring out wore relieved grins.
Exams over? Time for the sacred college ritual.
"We boozed!"
"We drank!"
"Drop dead!"
University Road in front of campus was peak season madness.
Pubs and restaurants opened around lunch to welcome the booze-withdrawal shakes of trembling students.
Our department—well, our year—headed straight for the usual spot, Dongne Sanjang.
"Heh heh, now that's a sight."
The boss eyed the incoming crowd, dollar signs sparkling, grinning ear to ear.
Even with the sun still up, orders were flooding in—no wonder he was thrilled.
"Tonight we crack crates and die!"
"Fuuuuck! Nobody bail tonight!"
Their eyes screamed pure madness—anyone seeing us would've questioned if we were even students.
"Inmok-ah! Say something!"
Hana's call had everyone staring at me. I suck at this shit and hate it, so I awkwardly stood, raised my full glass of soju, and yelled.
"Drink and drop dead!"
"Alright!"
"Fuck yeah!"
Humans die in 3-4 days without water. Alcohol? Fuck the three major nutrients—you can live fine without it.
Yup. Steer clear of booze, live longer. But what's the point? Especially as a college kid.
"Sunbae-nim! We'll head out first!"
Freshmen had staked a corner, but midway they stood and bowed out.
"Where you going! First-years got no respect! Insolent!"
Some tried flexing second-year authority—but.
"I'm pregnant!"
"Oh. Right. Yeah. Go on, be careful."
Pregnancy's a blessing and a get-out-of-jail-free card for most shit.
Tell a pregnant girl to drink herself to death? You're buried alive.
Thanks to Ina, freshman classmates escaped the mad booze fest, showering her with eternal gratitude.
Of course, the hardcore drinkers stayed, outpacing even the sunbaes.
"Ina-ya, heading home now?"
"Yeah~! Sunbae-nim~! Drunk a lot?"
She followed me out, throwing herself into my arms with the question.
Booze glow or what, Ina looked even hotter.
"A bit...?"
"Naw~ Not just a bit. I'll come to your place tomorrow, sunbae-nim. With hangover remedies!"
"For real?"
"Yup!"
Her sparkling eyes answering—cute as hell, dying here.
Best mistake of my life? Making Ina my first heroine character.
Second best? Pulling the <Contract Series> from the Noah's Ark pile of guidebooks.
No need for 6-star—Ina's mine forever.
"And sunbae-nim. Hold on."
She tugged my collar lightly. I leaned in, ear to her lips as she whispered.
"Can I hang with friends before heading in?"
"Huh? Yeah, 'course."
"Hee. Got it. See you tomorrow! Muah!"
She planted one on my cheek, flashed a beaming smile, and scampered to her friends.
"Take care, sunbae-nim!"
Freshmen bowed stiffly; I just waved with a grin.
"Aaaah~! That lucky bastard!"
Jinhyung was lamenting at me with his slurred tongue.
"I wanna girlfriend toooo!"
Everyone glanced at the bellow, then back to the vibe. Normal—University Road's haunted by single-guy ghosts hunting girlfriends.
"Drink!"
"Exams done—chug crates!"
How many rounds? Film's cut. Midterms plus tight schedule had stress piled up, so I poured endless booze into my liver.
-Fuck, gonna die-.
My liver laughed and shut down. Woke up home.
In just panties, I groped around.
"Water-. Waaater."
Crawled to the fridge, chugged ice-cold water—better.
"Sunbae awake?"
"Oh. Yeah, when'd you get here?"
Familiar voice—Ina emerging from the bathroom.
"Just now. You were sleeping so I tiptoed. Too noisy?"
"Nah. Ow... head."
"Ah! I'll fix it right up! Wait a sec!"
Home-cooked and packaged? Hearty smell filling the studio apartment.
"Mom said it's great for hangovers, so I brought pollock roe egg soup."
Suyeon through and through. Probably made it with Ina.
Rice and soup settling in—easing up. Whew. Yesterday's madness? Memory's foggy.
Crate-plus at round one, karaoke bar two, mussel soup three with another crate.
Miracle I'm alive. Felt easy at the time.
"Ew~, booze stink~."
Ina adorably scolded, flinging windows wide. Spring breeze aired out the stench.
Bathroom window open helps ventilation—thank god.
"Good, sunbae?"
"Yeah, for real."
"Wanna milk you?"
Learned perfect. I nodded, lay back. Auto-onahole perks.
§
<Lee Hana>
<#Joy and Satisfaction(36%)>
Split from Inmok at the hotel, crashed home and passed out.
Fun play or not, all-day wears you out. So Hana slept the whole day.
Pushed Alteration Rate to 36%—she'll never know.
Woke up:
"Gotta send the vid."
Meant to drop it in person, grabbed phone—Dojin messaged.
Up?
Still sleeping?
Yup, still out.
Lover's concern? Always warms. Hana smiled happily.
"Cute~."
Showered for date, but Inmok must've lingered inside—panties soaked quick.
"Wow, scrubbed hard and still."
Cleaned thorough, yet sticky.
Met Dojin, ate, played, sent the vid.
"Heh heh~. Enjoy the vid~."
Hana prides herself as an awake woman. Never anti-masturbation.
"I'm so pretty in it. Got it?"
"Thanks, Hana-ya."
Dojin beamed, hugged soft. His joy filled her heart too.
Next day.
<#Joy and Satisfaction(58%)>
Met Dojin early—face flushed, maybe tired.
"Too much viewing wears the bones?"
Teased with a smirk; he coughed, scratched cheek. Cute—squeezed him tight.
"So? Good?"
"Y-Yeah. But okay? With Inmok, must be tough."
Clung tighter to his care.
"Yeah! Fun."
"Haha. Glad."
Their common sense? Altered. Dojin, with his 'unique tastes,' wants girlfriend Hana doing more with Inmok.
Hana wants to do more for that Dojin.
Perfect alignment—no losers, no hurt feelings.
"Oh. There."
Mid-cuddle-walk, a shop caught her eye.
<Unmanned Adult Goods Shop>
Fancy adult shop bold in busy street? Not shocking anymore.
Hongdae crawls with 'em; every hot spot has one.
Not small—couples browsing common.
So Hana and Dojin went in.
Hana thought: Machine better than me? Dunno why.
Wants Dojin happier.
Grabs his hand, leads in. Peeked before on dates, just looking.
Now? Different feels.
Wants Dojin thrilled, satisfied. Normal to crave beloved's happiness.
"Or should I do it?"
Dojin froze.
"Huh? But..."
Trailing off—wants it, but guilty.
"I'll do it."
"Think a bit more... Too sorry."
"Ugh~. Too nice for your own good."
Dojin's always her first. Five years taught her it's ingrained.
"I'll do it. Wanna do it."
So big-sis Hana steps up proactive.
"Today?"
"Mmm."
Groan, face red, eyes averted—adorbs.
"Vid on, relax. Sound good?"
Hana's natural: bright, lively, open. Not slutty.
Cheerful but never crossed lines—deeper bonds.
So, wanted to do more for boyfriend.
"Stuff like this too."
"Then... yeah. Can I ask?"
Caved to her aegyo. Bought a decent one, thrilled.
Clunk-!
Paid, lock popped; grabbed box, eyed curiously.
"Obvious adult toy, right Dojin-ah?"
"Y-Yeah."
"Pfft. Embarrassed?"
Dragged shy Dojin, canceled date plans, nearest motel.
"Why shy~? Five years together? Time to chill."
Memories of shared beds intact—just no sex.
Filled with hand-holding sleeps.
So Dojin felt exposed. Hana too.
Embarrassing, but gotta. Five years lovers, never seen naked? Ridic.
"Vid on. Strip comfy, sit."
Caved to her push; awkward but grateful eyes, plopped in motel chair.
Vid played.
"How many times yesterday?"
"...Dunno. Tons?"
"Ehehe."
"Only you in my eyes. Too pretty."
Beamed world's loveliest smile.
Rip-!
Box open quick.
"Ah, like this?"
Skimmed manual Korean-style, grabbed onahole, to Dojin.
Lube from kit, spread his legs, sat between.
"Wait. Knees hurt."
Pillow down, resat—better.
"Ugh~, pants off. Embarrassed too, but love makes me bold~."
"O-Oh, yeah. Got it."
Pants off, drawers revealed—heart raced.
Humans are animals. No heat season, but lust rivals beasts.
Hana's heart pounded for the reveal.
First time seeing lover's—anyone would.
"Heh~."
Panties down, small precious male thing. No 'tiny?' bullshit.
1-star makes you love whatever they do.
"Su~per lovable~! Too cute!"
Her hype embarrassed but pleased Dojin.
—Ah. Wow. First time seeing for real-.
—Slurp. Suck-. Slurp. Slurp-. Mm. Pwah-!
—Hi Dojin-ah~, gonna get pussy eaten by Inmok from now~. Got it?
Phone vid echoed that day's record.
Dojin's small thing hardened fast.
Hana beamed world's happiest at boyfriend's. Like first-meet flutters.
"Too cute~."
Inmok's? Funny. Novel tool for fun play.
Like mouse for games, ball for soccer.
But Dojin's? Pure thrill, excitement.
Squirt-
Per manual, lubed his cute dick generously.
Cold jolt—twitch, shiver.
"Love you~."
"Love you too, Hana-ya. For real."
"Hehe."
Onahole slow onto dick.
Tzuh-geok! Tzuh-geok!
Kneeling between legs, pumped up-down.
Peek up—eyes glued to phone. Means he loves it.
Her heart swelled joy at his focused, aroused face.
Wants him more satisfied, happy.
Tzuh-geok! Tzuh-geok!
Soft silicone strokes, his breaths roughen.
Fucking sexy. Hana thought.
Hot guy rough breathing? So damn sexy. My man's the best!
Focused so hard, forgot Inmok's cum slicking her panties.
Minutes later?
Twitch-!
Chair-grip, body quaking.
"Ah!"
Knew it—Inmok stuffed her full, did that.
Per study, soft pumps milked rest; Dojin melted in bliss.
"Haa-. Hana-ya... love you~."
Eyes still locked on vid-Hana.
—Thanks for creampie-ing my first fresh pussy, Inmok-ah~! See Dojin-ah? Inmok's cum filling my womb? Hee~!
Girlfriend spreading cum-filled pussy, thanking friend.
Calling Dojin, confessing the flow ain't his—friend's.
Watching, Dojin's dick swelled in onahole post-nut.
Hana, seeing Dojin thrilled by her vid, grinned purest joy.