The Professor's New Prey

She has a similar vibe to Seonyeong… Is she Seonyeong's older sister?

A woman who looked about his age — late twenties. A striking face paired with a natural air of maturity and self-assurance. And on top of all that, the peculiar sexiness of a flight attendant's uniform. Yeonwoo couldn't take his eyes off her.

Seonyeong's sister…

Before he knew it, Yeonwoo was already imagining ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠those legs spreading open. And then a threesome with Seonyeong thrown in…

Ha… I'm losing it. Then again… I've already done it with Hye-na's mom. An older sister is nothing…

Yeonwoo's imagination didn't stop until she dragged her suitcase out of the apartment complex and disappeared from sight.

About thirty minutes passed.

Just as Yeonwoo was about to check his watch again, the front door swung open and Seonyeong came rushing out at nearly a run.

"I made you wait way too long, didn't I?"

Her voice was slightly breathless as she opened the car door.

"Nah."

Yeonwoo shook his head.

"You could've taken even longer."

He said it with a smile, studying Seonyeong's fresh look from head to toe. Her hair was neatly done, and she wore a tight top with a short skirt. Same style as always… and just as slutty. And clearly, that outfit had been chosen with him in mind.

"Can you even work in clothes like that?"

Seonyeong laughed as she buckled her seatbelt.

"Don't worry."

She gave her bag a couple of pats.

"I packed sweats too."

Yeonwoo snorted a laugh and turned the key. The car pulled away smoothly.

After filling their stomachs at a hangover-soup place, the two got back in the car and headed for campus. As they drew near the school, Seonyeong spoke up carefully.

"You can just drop me off here."

Yeonwoo paused mid-blinker and looked at her.

"Huh? Why? I'll take you to the building."

Seonyeong hesitated a moment, then came clean.

"Honestly… everyone's gathering for a meeting about the graduation project. Hye-na's going to be there too."

She added,

"If she sees you dropping me off… it'd be kind of awkward."

Yeonwoo adjusted his grip on the wheel like it was nothing.

"It's fine. I'll take you to the building. Even if Hye-na ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sees, we can just say we ran into each other out front."

He said it casually. He was putting on a bold front, but Yeonwoo had already checked Hye-na's location through the Status Window. She was still on the subway. There was plenty of time.

"Okay… thanks, oppa."

Seonyeong smiled faintly.

The car rolled straight onto campus and stopped in front of the building that housed the studio. Seonyeong reached for the door handle, then paused. And suddenly she leaned in.

Before Yeonwoo could react, a brief, soft sensation brushed his lips.

"That's… for the ride. Thank you."

Seonyeong said it with a smile. She looked so adorable he couldn't stand it.

Yeonwoo caught the hand that was reaching for the door and kissed her again — deeper this time.

"Mmh… oppa… nngh…"

Seonyeong was startled at first, but soon… she surrendered herself completely to his touch. So obediently…

Even in that short span, Yeonwoo's hand wandered down her body. From her face to the nape of her neck… from her neck to her chest…

"Nngh… oppa… we're… right in front of school… haaah…"

Yeonwoo's hand refused to leave her full breasts. As if determined to savor every bit of that springy give — the way they deformed under his grip and bounced right back into shape — he kneaded them for a long while.

And when his hand started sliding up under her short skirt, that was when Seonyeong finally stopped him.

"Hah~ hah~ Oppa… this is… way too risky. Everyone who walks by here is someone I know."

"Ah… right. I got… a little too worked up. Because of you…"

"Later… I'll let you do everything you want, oppa."

"Yeah. Got it. Go work hard."

"Okay! See you later, oppa. And…"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

She left those words hanging and quickly climbed out of the car. Yeonwoo sat with his hands on the wheel, watching her walk away.

Yeonwoo didn't move the car. He killed the engine and left it parked right there in front of the building, letting time slip by. People filtered into the building one by one, and among them, a familiar figure entered his field of view.

Hye-na.

As if to confirm everything she'd done the day before, she was still in yesterday's clothes, and she looked exhausted. She was walking toward the building when she too came to a halt. She'd recognized the car parked near the entrance as Yeonwoo's.

In that moment, the car door opened. And Yeonwoo stepped out. Without a second's hesitation, he walked straight toward her.

"We need… to talk."

Hye-na immediately averted her eyes.

"I have nothing to say."

Formal speech. One of the ways she signaled that she was furious.

Yeonwoo took another step closer.

"I do."

"I'm busy. There's a department meeting."

"Then… I'll wait until it's over."

At that, Hye-na's steps stopped. She slowly turned her head and looked at him.

"How long have you been here?"

Yeonwoo took a quiet breath, then spoke in a low voice.

"Since dawn."

Hye-na's eyes flickered, just slightly.

"Yesterday I figured… you needed time alone…"

He chose his words carefully, speaking slowly.

"The reason I'm here now is because if that time goes on too long… I don't think that's good."

A brief silence.

"I figured you wouldn't take my calls anyway… so I deliberately didn't contact you."

Yeonwoo tilted his head slightly as he spoke. His words were a mixture of lies and truth. But Hye-na seemed to waver a little at his deception.

He's been waiting… since dawn?

Hye-na said nothing, but something in her chest ached strangely. After what had happened, she'd resented Yeonwoo for not calling even once. She'd hated him for staying silent as if nothing had happened. And yet — the idea that it had been for her sake, that he'd been standing here since dawn — sank deeper into her heart than she'd expected.

Hye-na turned her gaze away again.

"…I'll contact you when the meeting's over."

Yeonwoo nodded.

"Yeah. I'll wait."

Hye-na walked into the building without another word.

What he had done was unforgivable. Betraying her — and with her own mother, no less. It was something that should never have happened, something that could never be forgiven. She'd thought about it all night, and that was the conclusion.

But she'd also felt it in her bones, while wrapped in another man's arms, that she couldn't let Yeonwoo go. In the end… Hye-na still hadn't decided what to do about him. The moment she saw his face, she should have said they were done — it was the obvious thing — and yet she couldn't. And on top of that, realizing she was happy to see him made her feel pathetic. She hated herself for it.

But she was glad.

While waiting for Hye-na, Yeonwoo fell into the habit of scanning the Status Windows ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of everyone he could connect to remotely.

That was when it happened. Gyu-ri's Status Window suddenly began to flicker unstably. The numbers jumped and jolted as if the signal were glitching.

Huh? Gyu-ri's in Yeon Jeong-ho's office? On a weekend? She's not even a graduating senior. This early in the morning? And whatever they're doing in that office is making the numbers…

It was obvious. He'd expected as much, but… curiosity got the better of him.

Yeonwoo activated a function on Gyu-ri's Status Window.

Kim Gyu-ri — Situation Sharing.

A moment later, a screen appeared, sharing the scene through Gyu-ri's eyes.

"Ah, fuck… Jesus."

Yeonwoo swore on pure reflex. Dead center on the screen, from an uncomfortably close distance, a man's erect cock filled the entire field of view. Heavy breathing filled his ears, and Gyu-ri's viewpoint was shaking hard.

Fuck… what the hell? Eye-assaulted first thing in the morning. Ugh!!!

Gyu-ri had her tongue stuck out, licking that cock. And soon it disappeared into her mouth, sliding in and out.

She's sucking dick? Ah… fuck. It's so vivid it feels like I'm the one doing it. This is hard to watch… aagh!!!

It was brutally vivid. Yeonwoo grimaced and toughed it out for a few more seconds. Then another option suddenly occurred to him.

Right… Yeon Jeong-ho has Situation Sharing too, thanks to Gyu-ri… In a situation like this, his viewpoint would be a lot more comfortable than hers.

Yeonwoo adjusted the Status Window again.

Kim Gyu-ri — Situation Sharing, deactivate! Yeon Jeong-ho — Situation Sharing, activate!

The screen crackled briefly… then switched to Yeon Jeong-ho's point of view. The vantage rose higher, the space opened up. Professor Yeon Jeong-ho was seated in his desk chair, and Gyu-ri was on her knees in front of him, bent over, sucking his cock.

Whew… much easier to watch. But…

Gyu-ri had her eyes tilted up, gazing lewdly at him — or rather, at Professor Yeon Jeong-ho — as she worked.

Just watching this is getting me hard. This girl Gyu-ri… why does she suck cock this sexily…

Maybe because she was in front of Yeon Jeong-ho, who already knew everything about her past, Gyu-ri was more aggressive and bold than she ever was with Yeonwoo.

Ha… I could cum just from watching her suck. Damn, Gyu-ri… she's insane… I should make her do this for me later.

Yeonwoo muttered to himself, unable to tear his eyes from the screen. Then he realized his hand had drifted naturally to his own cock, and he flinched.

What the hell? Shit… I almost started jerking off. With this many women I can actually fuck, there's no way I'm wasting my stamina on my own hand.

Yeonwoo pulled his hand away, got a grip on himself, and focused on the screen.

Even mid-oral, neither of their numbers was particularly high. For Yeon Jeong-ho, this was nothing more than a familiar daily routine. And Gyu-ri had been through similar experiences often enough herself.

How do I take this bastard Yeon Jeong-ho down?

Yeonwoo's original plan for destroying Yeon Jeong-ho had been simple. Seduce Professor Yoon Yeo-jin — the mistress of Yeon Jeong-ho's father — into an improper relationship, drive a wedge between father and son, and get him cast aside and stripped of everything he had. But it hadn't been as easy as he'd hoped.

For one thing, Yeon Jeong-ho and Yoon Yeo-jin almost never met alone. One of the few times they had, it had ended with Yeon Jeong-ho jerking off until he passed out. So Yeonwoo had been thinking of other approaches. But nothing sharp ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠had presented itself.

Then, suddenly, a thought struck him.

Yeon Jeong-ho. Had that man ever truly loved anyone? To him, women didn't seem like people to share feelings with — just tools for relieving desire, toys he could pull out whenever he wanted.

Yeonwoo's gaze locked onto the Status Window.

My power is… the ability to manipulate people's emotions. That's my only weapon. What if… Yeon Jeong-ho fell in love with someone?

Not some shallow, flimsy lust — the kind of feeling that makes you throw away reason and calculation for another person. The kind of heart that makes you want to protect them, that makes you do anything rather than lose them.

And if that someone… was Gyu-ri?