46. I Have a Conscience Too
46. I Have a Conscience Too
Hana and Do-jin were in the library because of midterms, but as soon as they wrapped up, they bolted straight to the motel.
Tzz-geok! Tzz-geok!
"Ugh! Hana...! Hana...!"
Do-jin's face as he called out her name while cumming was a massive source of joy for Hana.
Ul-geok!
With so much semen filling the onahole, Hana somehow felt a swell of pride.
"Felt good?"
"Yeah, fucking amazing. Thanks, Hana."
Do-jin was slumped over in the chair, totally limp and relaxed from head to toe.
Hana grabbed his hand and grinned ear to ear.
"Want more?"
"......Yeah."
It wasn't just Do-jin—Hana was blowing off all the stress built up from studying for exams with this too.
"Hana. Everything's great, okay? Like, really great? Don't get the wrong idea, just hear me out."
"Yeah? Of course. What's up?"
No matter what he said, Hana was confident it wouldn't faze her.
"Just one video... it kinda feels like it's not enough...."
"Oh. Ah~! Yeah, you're right!"
It fazed her way more than she'd expected.
5-Star, (Reason)
If anything, Hana wanted Do-jin to feel even more satisfied and happy. So if something was lacking, she wanted to give even more to the man she loved.
─ Inmok-ah.
─ What.
─ Let's hang out.
She'd subtly asked at the library, but no dice—he shot her down flat.
─ Do-jin-ah, aren't you gonna manage your girlfriend? She's going nuts.
─ If she wants to hang out.... Playing around doesn't sound so bad.
─ ....
Do-jin subtly took her side amid Inmok's grumbling, but still, no dice.
Inmok, who had to keep his GPA high, just kept rejecting her from then on.
If he hadn't experienced it even once before, sure, but now, like this,
Combined with the above 5-Star (Resolution), plus,
1-Star, (Resolution)
2-Star, (Resolution)
With 1-Star and 2-Star teaming up with 5-Star, they were hitting even harder.
So when she first relieved his sexual tension, that extreme rush of 'happiness' and 'joy' hit her like a truck—and now craving more was only natural.
Just being together already guaranteed that ongoing 'happiness,' but Do-jin's satisfaction and joy during orgasm looped back to make Hana happy too, all the #hashtags interconnecting and feeding off each other.
In that state, if Do-jin wanted another video, Hana would automatically get proactive and beg her friend to make it happen—so she could make him even happier and more satisfied.
Finally, the long-awaited midterms.
After exams, she'd use studying as an excuse to hit the motel again, drain her boyfriend's semen satisfyingly, then head to the library.
Too bad Inmok showed zero signs of agreeing before exams ended.
Plus, asking him made her feel super sorry—like, heart-sinkingly guilty.
Hana felt that sinking guilt hardcore but still begged him proactively anyway, and yep, as expected: no.
All that guilt piling up... until midterms finally ended.
"We feasted!"
"We chugged!"
"Drop dead!"
She'd planned to ask right after exams, but somehow she ended up at a drinking party instead.
They got totally hammered—Hana and Do-jin both shitfaced—and stumbled home.
"Ughhh. So thiiiirsty."
"Me too.... I drank all the motel water.... Gonna grab more from downstairs."
Do-jin swung by the first floor and brought back a few bottles of water, but those vanished quick too.
"Hana."
"Yeah?"
Drunk off his ass and barely holding himself up, Do-jin made his request.
"Can you...?"
"Huh? Yeah! Of course~."
Hana, wobbling too, rummaged through her bag and pulled out the onahole.
Digging it out from under her major textbook—hidden away—took forever.
Just a week or so, but Hana had figured out exactly how to make Do-jin even more satisfied.
Ul-geok!
After Do-jin came, he pulled Hana into his arms and passed out deep.
Hana, cradled in her beloved's embrace, drifted off with the world's happiest smile.
§
The weekend flew by.
Hungover Saturday, she lay there like a corpse all day; Sunday, she went on a date wandering around with Ina.
Monday morning, 9 a.m.
"Ugh."
"Ugh."
We drank Friday, so why the fuck did they still reek of booze?
"Gonna die."
"Gonna die."
Me and Hana spat out the exact same words like we'd rehearsed it.
Thinking about it, she'd basically mainlined booze straight to her liver. Surviving was a miracle.
"Inmok-ah."
"What."
"Let's hang out."
"Is that how you ask?"
Hana flops face-down on the desk.
"Pleeease, I beg you."
"You little shit! Atta girl! Now that's proper form."
"You'll do it?"
She explains next: one video isn't enough.
"Right? Movies come in series—how the hell do you enjoy a short film alone?"
Weird analogy, but exams were over, so yeah, time to shoot some new footage.
Class ends, and we're about to head out when,
"Hey everyone, hold up. Freshmen, take a seat too?"
The second-year department rep hopped on the podium and grabbed everyone's attention.
"Everyone do okay on midterms?"
He kicked off casually, then wrote something on the board.
<2026 MT Plan>
Under the text, neatly formatted schedules stuck up with magnets.
"Right, midterms end and then our MT."
Every department has different dates and spots for MT. Reasons vary, but one big one's to avoid overlapping with other departments.
MT spots are pretty much the same across unis—if dates clash too, you're fucked on lodging prices.
Small departments sometimes do joint MTs, but Education Department was huge, so no.
"MT's this Friday through Sunday morning, so if anyone can't make it or has issues, speak up now. I'll pin my number here too."
Group chat announcement coming later, but we Monday 9 a.m. class folks got the early scoop as per our privileges.
"Any questions?"
Rep finishes writing; silence from everyone. Except one.
"Rep oppa! Where we going this time?"
"Was thinking Gapyung... Daeseong-ri, but heard other schools are swarming it. So Gangchon instead. Hana, you're coming, right?"
"Yessir! Gotta go, gotta go!"
"Sigh, go easy on the booze this time."
Hana's rep as the department drunk was already department legend—no biggie.
Thwak!
"You'll figure it out when we get there, but no chartered bus. Just get to Gangchon Station by the meet time. Seniors'll pick you up. That's it. Questions?"
No takers this time. Schedule's posted back there anyway.
Rep nods slightly and dips.
"Rep can't catch a break either."
"Tell me about it."
I nodded along with Hana. Looked like he was just wearing the armband—total slave otherwise.
Everyone trickled up to check the schedule.
"What is this, boot camp?"
Kids in elementary draw a circle for vacation schedules, segmenting 24 hours nicely.
They fuck up by doing hourly blocks; college kids wouldn't.
This was quartered into four chunks per day. Prof approved this shit? Mind-blowing.
Freshmen, though? Just hyped for their first MT.
"This is code for 'gonna drink our asses off,' right?"
I nodded at Hana's question.
4 p.m. to midnight: dinner time. Parenthetical: (Icebreaker recs to bond).
I enrolled '23, post-COVID tail-end, so they crammed missed MTs into ultra-boot-camp mode—that's what this matched.
Guess it became tradition from then.
"Hey, Inmok-ah."
"Yeah."
"Check this. No sleep time even."
"Oh."
Now I see.
Midnight to 6 a.m.: - Wanna go stargazing? -
Survivors get dragged out stargazing with drinks.
Weaklings don't survive—peak college survival camp vibes. Scariest part? Profs approved it. No way this passes otherwise.
"Second-years, maybe it'll be chill?"
I clung to faint hope. Some seniors from my pre-enlistment MT had graduated.
"Hmm. Fourth-years'll come too."
"Shit, forgot that."
Freshmen coming means the ghosts show too. Might spot legendary '19 seniors.
Legends include ancient pre-Trias-era kids dating freshmen they MT-bonded with. I fucking hate that story.
As if.
Never seen it myself. Second MT as a second-year, so maybe.
"Ughhh~, gonna be fun."
Hana stretches hugely, flashing a wicked grin. That's definitely booze excitement.
Snap a pic of the schedule, head out of the classroom.
"So, how you getting there? Linking up?"
"Yeah, same deal. Took a leave, don't know anyone. Gotta roll with you guys."
Right, she took leave waiting for Do-jin in the army. Forgot. Pre-hashtag, what balls to leave school for a boyfriend.
"So, we're hanging out, right?"
Mid-stretch, Hana shoots me a mischievous glint—like a hawk eyeing prey.
"Two-hour free period's a bummer, though."
Last time was definitely your first. Iconic memory. Why act like a pro?
I scratched my forehead and nodded.
"Yeah, yeah, let's go."
"Yay."
Her excitement's obvious in her swaying hips.
Ass wiggling, long orange hair swishing—jeans never looked this fucking hot.
§
<Lee Hana>
"Damn. Already so much fun."
The moment she stepped into Inmok's house and he dropped his pants, that's what Hana felt.
Panties still on, but that bulge—emotions totally normal a minute ago now thrummed with fun.
Why? The hell?
Like the thrill of riding an amusement park coaster, just from eyeing his panties. Beyond Hana's judgment.
Not that she planned to judge—just surrender to the fun.
"Hee~. Hurry and strip~."
Inmok looks dumbfounded but drops 'em—thwack!—that massive cock springs out, Hana's eyes sparkle.
Totally different from Do-jin's.
Shape, color, length, girth. All different.
"Yours looks so fucking gross."
"What? You picking a fight?"
"Hehe. Do-jin's is so pretty, but yours is like an alien."
Do-jin flinches at her filterless words, ponders, then nods.
"Ooh, praise? Nice."
"Huh?"
Hana thought: This guy's nuts too.
Prep done, Inmok grabs his phone.
Hana knows what that means—her lips twitch nonstop. Too fun; can't control her face.
"Do it? We doing it? Go?"
Inmok nods, filming top-down.
Hana, still dressed, sticks to the promised script.
"Do-jin-ah! I'm here to fuck Inmok~. See?"
Kneels before him, confesses to the camera.
"Watch close this time too~. Got it? We'll watch together while I do it!"
Stands, strips one by one. Sheds light jacket, lifts tee—slim waist exposed.
Next, big white bra squeezing her tits catches the lens.
Just undressing, but hilarious. Her mouth keeps twitching.
Wants to burst out laughing, but holds for Do-jin.
Hooks undone behind—bra flops off loosely.
Huge tits, pink nipples—anyone'd go "pretty!"
Thud-
Waist so slim, jeans double-folded at waistband; unbuttons, rolls down.
White panties, pale creamy thighs emerge.
Srrk-
Panties rolled down—neat, fluffy thin pubes.
Grabs panties, shows camera the crotch stain.
"Thinking Do-jin'll see this... I'm already excited. Do-jin-ah~. Love you~? Heh."
Beaming smile, peels off socks last—pure white curves fully framed.
Next—
Strokes belly—right over her womb.
"Gonna fill up on Inmok's fresh cum today. Enjoy the show."
Stroking and talking, spots his cock. Pillar-hard already—can't hold back.
"Nghhh! What the—! Why's it huge already! This is hilarious! Ah~. So fun."
Laughed till tears. Friend hard from her body? More fun than sexy.
Inmok grins, chin-juts.
"Then......"
Watched vids piecemeal during midterms-study.
Naturally kneels naked before him.
"Huuuuh. Fuuu. You didn't wash, right?"
"Nope. Didn't."
9 a.m. class—no time, duh. Hana nods too.
She'd barely washed her hair.
So the cock at her nose reeked pure male—Inmok's musk heavy.
Should disgust, but everything's fun.
Thuk-thuk.
Kneeling, he taps her cheek with it.
"Ngh-hng."
Giggles bubble out.
"Hana. Mouth."
"Aah~."
Mouth wide, tongue out slow—glossy pink, extended long. Cock rests atop.
Intense smell, bold taste on tongue.
Still, Hana grins, licks slurp.
"Chuuup. Mmm. Unwashed is fun too. What to do?"
Hana's got common sense. Normal people don't find this fun, right?
But it's fucking hilarious—what can ya do? Consoles herself, engulfs his cock.
§
"Chup. Jjuup. Jju-uup. Mmm. Chuuuup."
Hana hugs my thighs with both hands, taking my cock deep to her throat.
"Gh...."
Ina and Suyeon gave vacuum fellatio daily, but Hana's was different.
Maybe 'cause she finds the act fun itself, or quick learner—second time, but she rams it deep herself.
Of course, choking—tears well in her eyes, face twisting, but erotic as hell.
Gently grab her head, press down hard.
"Ughp. Mmm. Jjuuup-! Chu-up! Cough-! Chup."
Coughing but grinning as she sucks—makes me harder.
"Chup. Mmm. Wup. Uuup. Mmm-. Jju-up. Chup. Jjuuup."
Jjeok-jjeok! Jjeok-jjeok!
Grip her long hair like a handle.
Jjeok-jjeok! Jjeok-jjeok!
Pound her throat like a pussy—tears stream quick.
"Mmm! Jjuup! Cough-! Gag-! Mmm! Jjuup! Chup! Chup-!"
Mouth max wide, she strains to take root-deep.
Jjigeok!
I slam root-deep with all I've got. Her throat bulges visibly.
My balls slap her cheek and nose.
"Phaa-!"
Can't take it—Hana jerks back, gasps out held breath.
Tears from choked throat on cheeks, unswallowed drool dribbles lips—she beams through it.
"Uhehe~."
Even treated like a toy, she finds it fun.
Cock slick with her spit, gleaming in low light.
"Do-jin-ah. Gonna fuck Hana's pussy. Sorry."
Apologize to the camera—for Do-jin.
For real. Swear. I got a conscience—how not feel bad using my buddy's girl like this.
But like Donghae Sea and Baekdu endless, infinite supply—sell it all, never runs dry. What to do?
"Yeees! Do-jin-ah~. Inmok's gonna fuck me, so watch good? Got it~?"
Hana cheers my words, climbs my bed, spreads thighs wide.
Like a dedicated student studying my vids: goes for a frequent pose.
Thighs splayed, hands pulling pussy lips wide open.
"Inmok-ah~. Fill me with your fresh hot cum today."
What Suyeon and Ina say pre-fuck to please me. Now Hana's learned and applying in real time.