The Model Student's Obsession
Yet despite Chaeyun's greeting, Jiho didn't offer so much as a glance, let alone a response. Instead, he remained entirely absorbed in rewiring the electrical distribution box. He was completely ignoring her. One might have taken offense, but the snub only made Chaeyun's eyes grow more vacant and unfocused. For some reason, the sight of him so utterly engrossed in his work, completely impervious to his surroundings, drew her in... no, it turned her on.
Taking a step closer to Jiho, she cleared her throat with a soft cough. "Ahem. Um, hello?"
Only then did Jiho seem to notice her presence, turning his head toward her. "Oh. Yes, hello. Can I help you with something?"
Just hearing his voice sent a shiver of intense pleasure straight down Chaeyun's spine. A thrilling sensation rippled through her entire body, and a sudden gush of wetness flooded her pussy. Suppressing a desperate urge to reach out, tear his clothes off, and devour him on the spot, Chaeyun forced a polite smile.
"Yesterday, I accidentally left a packet of study materials near the emergency fire hydrant in the fifth-floor hallway. When I went back today, it was gone. I was wondering if you might have found it or cleared it away? If... if you could let me know, I'd really appreciate it."
It was a perfectly natural question for a student to ask, and an official duty for a facility manager to answer. It was the most flawless opening line she could devise on short notice for their first interaction at the academy. It forced a response without raising a shred of suspicion. Of course, no such study materials existed.
Having finished her piece, Chaeyun kept her eyes forward, waiting for Jiho's reaction. Her face still wore the intellectual, composed expression of an honor student, but her eyes were frantically analyzing every micro-expression on Kang Jiho's face. Internally, she was celebrating having found an excuse to talk to him. But once this excuse ran its course, how would she strike up another conversation? How could she lower his guard, close the distance, and strip this man naked? That was all she could think about. She was very carefully buttoning the first button of her plan to drag this man—who was currently fueling her burning lust—down into her bed as a sexual plaything.
Meanwhile, Jiho furrowed his brow, seemingly lost in thought. He stroked his chin. "A packet of study materials... I didn't stop by the fifth floor yesterday, so I'm not sure. But I'll go ahead and check for you."
Just as she had calculated, choosing the right question had secured her a "next time" with him. At the very least, the next interaction would have to be initiated by him, not her. She smiled faintly, placing a hand over her chest as she bowed slightly. "Thank you for your kindness."
Lifting her head, she stole another glance at Jiho. She wished she could spot a name tag on his chest or a lanyard around his neck. She barely managed to suppress the urge to ask for his name outright. I can't just ask him out of the blue. Having lived as a model student for twenty years, she knew exactly how to win someone's favor, even while her desires boiled hot beneath the surface. "It's nothing too critical, but it's been weighing on my mind since it went missing." Striking the perfect balance between making it seem neither too serious nor too trivial, she bowed once more.
"Oh, don't worry about it. Checking on things like that is part of my job." Watching Jiho scratch the back of his head sheepishly, Chaeyun asked cautiously, "Thank you. Um... may I ask your name? It feels a bit impolite to just keep calling you 'manager.'"
"Ah. I'm Kang Jiho." Chaeyun repeated the name in her mind over and over. Jiho... Kang Jiho... Kang Jiho... Even his name possessed some inexplicable quality that aroused her.
Until now, she had never cared for the opposite sex, let alone had a boyfriend. She had spent her entire life striving to meet her family's expectations, believing it was only natural to do so. Her family's will was her will; what they wanted was what she wanted. But Kang Jiho was the first thing in her life that she wanted entirely for herself, independent of her family.
"I see. That's a very nice name," she said, taking a step back. Hugging her books to her chest once more, she let out a soft chuckle. "I'm Seo Chaeyun. I look forward to seeing you around."
The moment she finished her greeting, she turned and began walking toward the end of the hallway with a stiff yet elegant stride, as if nothing had happened. She didn't look back even once before disappearing around the corner. Rather than risking suspicion by dragging out the conversation, Chaeyun chose to secure their next encounter. More than anything... she feared that if she spoke to him for even a second longer, she would lose what little sanity she had left and throw herself at him.
Though she was supposed to attend her next class, Chaeyun hurried back to the dormitory instead of the lecture hall. Without even washing up, she threw herself onto her bed and pulled the blanket over her head. Despite having never masturbated once in her life, her hands moved with a strange, instinctual familiarity.
"Haaah..." Letting out a thick, sticky sigh, she stripped naked and began caressing her body beneath the sheets. "Hngh..." Her body, already burning hot, didn't hesitate for a second. Chaeyun parted her labia with her thumb and middle finger. *Squelch—* A thick, honey-like string of arousal stretched across her already soaking wet pussy. While her thumb and middle finger held her folds open, her index finger tapped against the entrance of her opening like a piano key—*tap, tap, tap.* A thrilling sensation shivered up her spine, making her hips twitch. Closing her eyes tightly, a single face appeared in her mind.
"Kang Jiho... Jiho... Jihooo... ♥" Just picturing his face and whispering his name doubled the pleasure pulsing through her core. Before she knew it, her finger brushed against her stiff, swollen clitoris. "Ah, ahh... Hngh..." Thick, sticky juices gushed from her opening, staining the sheets. Unable to take it anymore, she slid her finger inside. *Squish—* "Hyaah... ♥ Ahh, haaa... ♥" She bit down on the blanket, twisting her body in ecstasy. Whether she was naturally wetter than most or simply that aroused, her juices ran down her finger, coating the back of her hand and her wrist. Her legs tensed, lifting the blanket as they trembled violently.
In her imagination, a naked Kang Jiho stood before her. Her own eyes were unfocused, staring blankly into space, drool dripping from her slack lips onto the blanket. It was a completely depraved state, entirely unbecoming of her usual prim and proper self, but she didn't care in the slightest as she pinched her clit even harder. As her frantic masturbation reached its peak—
"Hngh, ahhh—! ♥" Curling her toes tightly, her thighs shuddered. At that exact moment, a jet of her juices squirted out like a water gun, leaving a lewd stain on the wall. An intense pleasure that drained all the strength from her body and turned her mind completely blank was followed by a wave of exhaustion. Though she felt like she might pass out right then and there, Chaeyun didn't stop, her fingers twitching as she started up again. "Kang Jiho... Kang Jiho... Jiho... ♥" And so, she spent the entire night masturbating to the thought of Jiho.
The very next day. Fortunately... or perhaps by some divine intervention, Chaeyun ran into Jiho on her way to her first class after morning self-study. Spotting him dressed in comfortable sportswear instead of yesterday's blue overalls, her heart pounded even harder than before. But what reacted even more violently than her heart was her pussy. She squeezed her thighs tightly together. If she didn't, her juices would surely run down her legs for everyone to see. Her mind was already overflowing with all sorts of lewd scenarios from her night of masturbation. Her only goal was to lower Jiho's guard and take things to the next level. She walked gracefully toward Jiho, who hadn't noticed her yet.
"Hello, Man... I mean, Manager Kang Jiho." Simply addressing him by his name instead of just his title made Chaeyun feel a psychological closeness, sending a wave of pleasure so intense it almost brought her to a mini-climax. As she spoke to him, she maintained her model student persona, though her posture was slightly more relaxed than before. Noticing her, Jiho returned the greeting, recalling why she had approached him in the first place.
"Ah, I'm sorry. I checked the fifth floor and looked around for your lost item, but I couldn't find those materials." At his apology, a gleam flashed in Chaeyun's eyes. Of course he couldn't find a lost item that didn't exist.
"It's quite alright. I only asked just in case, but it's not a big deal if it's gone. If another student took it, I hope they put it to good use." She then reached into her backpack, pulled out a canned drink, and offered it to him. "Thank you so much for going through the trouble, and I'm sorry to bother you. This is all I have to offer, but thank you for always working so hard for us."
A small can. Naturally, she had prepared this drink in advance, determined to give it to him if she ran into him today. Handing it over yesterday would have raised suspicions, but today, she had the perfect excuse to show him some goodwill. In truth, she had wanted to lace it with an aphrodisiac, but unfortunately, the academy's convenience store didn't sell such things. Instead, she had infused it with plenty of her "affection." Of course, her idea of affection was thoroughly licking the rim of the can where his lips would touch. If he drank from it, they would be sharing an indirect kiss. Just imagining it made her pussy grow damp all over again.
"Oh. Thank you." Unaware of her hidden thoughts, Jiho readily accepted the can. As she handed it over, their fingers brushed lightly. It was a contact so brief it could barely be called a touch, but the moment Chaeyun's finger grazed Kang Jiho's hand, a sensation like an electric current surged through her entire body. It was so sweet that she forgot to breathe for a second. She quickly raised the book she was holding to cover her face. Thanks to that, she managed to hide the fact that her eyes had rolled back and she was drooling. At least, that was what she believed. Hiding her face behind the book, she asked:
"Um, so... where are you headed?" Jiho replied, turning the can in his hand. "The lightbulb in Lecture Room 403 is broken, so I'm on my way to replace it." "Oh, what a coincidence! I happen to have a class in Room 402." It was a lie, of course. Her next class was scheduled in Room 102, but she couldn't care less about her classes right now. Lowering the book just enough to show her eyes, she asked, "Mind if I walk with you?" "Sure, go ahead."
Cheering inwardly, Chaeyun adjusted her stride to match Kang Jiho's pace as they walked side by side. As they climbed the stairs, she kept stealing glances at him. Even as her lust mounted, her model student mask remained flawless. "Um, may I ask you something?" "Sure, go ahead." Do you want to have sex with me? Suppressing the raw desire that rose to the tip of her tongue, she asked, "Isn't this job really difficult? Even if it's your job, managing such a huge facility all by yourself..."
Chaeyun stared intently at Jiho as she asked. Though her gaze feigned innocent curiosity, deep down, it carried a blatant, desperate plea: Answer me. Pay attention to me. Through this trivial conversation, she wanted to be recognized by Kang Jiho not just as some random student who lost her papers, but as someone he could actually talk to. And ultimately, she wanted to progress to a relationship where they pressed their naked bodies together. For that goal... she hugged her reference books even tighter. The weight of the study guides she had always cherished had never felt like such a nuisance until now.