Master
Park Suchil was in the middle of a hard-fought basketball game when a pleasant scent suddenly caught his attention. He turned his head — and froze, just slightly.
Song Yura was walking toward him, and she looked far more beautiful, far more alluring, than she ever had before.
Damn. She was already fine on a regular day, but today she's on another level.
Song Yura herself had no idea, but the two unsatisfying rounds of masturbation she'd gone through before leaving her room had left her radiating a thick, unconscious cloud of pheromones.
Park Suchil clicked his tongue and licked his lips without meaning to.
When his underclassmen had mentioned a decent girl they knew in the English department, he hadn't thought much of it. Meeting Song Yura in person, though, she was considerably better than advertised. On the surface she looked like a blonde-dyed delinquent, but the more time you spent with her, the more you realized she was a soft-hearted kid with proper manners. And more than anything, the vibe was good.
Things were going well, too.
Today, though, holding back was getting difficult. He'd been patient — and then patient some more — because he figured a little more effort would bring her over for sure. But it was looking like he was going to have to confess today. And a kiss, at least, should be fine.
As if on cue, Song Yura arrived right in front of him.
"Um... senior."
He'd told her to call him oppa once, and she had — but Song Yura had decided to keep the title clear. More than anything, she no longer had any feelings left for Park Suchil, and calling him oppa sat wrong with her. If she was going to call anyone that...
Naengjung oppa, please violate Yura however you want.
...I'm actually insane. What kind of filthy thing was she imagining with Park Suchil standing right in front of her?
"Oh — oh! Yura, what's going on?"
Park Suchil's expression hardened for a moment at the stiff, formal "senior," but Song Yura, lost in her own fantasies, didn't notice. She also failed to notice that an even thicker, more seductive aura was pouring off her body.
"I have something I need to say. Do you have a moment?"
"Hmm. Hold on."
Song Yura gave a small nod as Park Suchil immediately turned to ask his friends for a minute. He really was a good person.
"Alright, I'm free. What did you want to say? Actually, wait — I've got something to say too. Want to go somewhere else for a bit? Coffee?"
"I'll pass on the coffee... but yes, let's move."
Out of respect for Park Suchil, Song Yura led them to the middle of a walking path where almost no one would see them. There was a small lake here, too — the kind of place campus couples usually came to confess.
Of all places, he brought me here.
A confession was a confession, but this one was about ending a situationship. Song Yura just felt sorry. Because, remarkably, she no longer felt a single thing for Park Suchil.
"Can I talk now?"
"Yeah. Go ahead."
Watching Park Suchil look vaguely tense, Song Yura launched into the point as if it were nothing.
"...I'm sorry, but I'd like us to stop contacting each other entirely. To put it more extremely, I don't plan on coming anywhere near you from now on. Oh — and please change your profile picture. I've already taken mine down."
"Uh... what?"
Watching Park Suchil panic far more than she'd expected, Song Yura was bewildered herself.
He's way too shaken up.
Playing coy had never been her style. So she decided to be even more honest.
"Senior, I know I was interested in you. I know we were, in our own way, 'talking.' But I'm truly sorry — my feelings changed overnight. I just hope you'll understand this much. We weren't dating. It was only a situationship. So if you react like you've just been dumped..."
"...Are you fucking with me?"
"Excuse me?"
"Ha. This bitch is actually hilarious."
"Sen...ior?"
Song Yura's heart dropped. And for good reason. Park Suchil's sudden transformation called yesterday to mind. Han Naengjung had changed just as abruptly, and then...
But he's nothing like Master!
This felt dirtier. And more than anything, she may have wronged Han Naengjung — but she hadn't done anything to Park Suchil that deserved this kind of threat.
"Hey. How would you feel if some girl you'd been waiting to fuck walked up to you today reeking even more like sex, then told you not to contact her? This bitch. Looking at you now, you're shameless as hell."
His mouth was far filthier than Han Naengjung's, too. Han Naengjung had spoken cruelly about her sins, but he'd never loaded his words with garbage like that so openly.
"Anyone watching would think we were already dating."
"We were going to date! Anyone could see we were going to get together. Ha. And now you suddenly want to cut all contact, change profile pictures, and you think people will just let that slide? Fuck, it's embarrassing as hell..."
"...Senior. Is this who you were? I'm disappointed."
She couldn't even bring herself to add the honorific anymore. She'd never dreamed that the basketball team's ace had been hiding a nature like this.
"That's my line. Is this who you were? Play with someone, then cut them off cold because your feelings changed? That's fucking cruel."
The truth was, Park Suchil hadn't planned to get this worked up or this angry. He'd just lost his grip on reason after hearing Song Yura's shocking words right as he was about to confess. But his nature had been filthy all along. He'd simply kept it pressed down in front of other people.
"Haa. Fine. I went too far just now. But this isn't right. Did I do something wrong to you? Tell me if I did. I'll fix it — and let's date."
"I have no intention of dating you. And something you did wrong? Originally, nothing. But after what you just did, even if I went back in time, I still wouldn't want to date you."
If she could go back... Song Yura would have wanted to confess her sins to Han Naengjung even one day sooner, to spend even one more second for his sake.
"Ha. Even talking to you is a waste of time. I'm leaving. Don't contact me from now on... Kyaa!"
"Hey! Hey! What am I supposed to look like if you just walk away?"
Song Yura had been turning to leave when Park Suchil suddenly seized her wrist, and she screamed. A moment later he yanked her into a crushing embrace, as if they were lovers hugging, and clamped a hand over her mouth.
This, too, she compared to Han Naengjung. He had exploded with suppressed rage — but even in that state, he had never handled her this roughly. There would probably be bruises on her wrist later.
"Mmph — mmph!"
She struggled with everything she had, but there was no escaping the basketball ace's brute strength.
And then...
"Ha. This bitch. I was wondering why your feelings suddenly changed."
At the cold voice coming from above her, Song Yura's face burned.
He saw it!
Park Suchil had found her kiss mark. There was no other explanation.
"Looking at how you acted, I thought you were a total innocent. You were a slut this whole time? Or did you already have a guy you were seeing behind my back? No. Wait."
Park Suchil let out an incredulous laugh.
"I've been hanging around you long enough to know. Like you said, we were at least 'talking,' right? I know you don't have a boyfriend!"
"Mmph, mmph! (Let — let go!)"
Song Yura wanted to get out of this situation and run. Right now. Her whole body felt filthy. How could anyone do this. Yesterday had been a similar situation, and it hadn't felt this dirty.
"But suddenly you show up with a kiss mark like this, plus that sexiness pouring off your body. You — fuck — you slept with some guy you just met?"
"Mmph! (You bastard!)"
She never thought a man would say something like that to a woman's face. She wanted to kick him in the groin right then and there. But she was powerless. She didn't have that kind of strength. She was this weak — so what guts had she ever had, tormenting Han Naengjung so cruelly?
"And after sleeping with that bastard, you liked it so much you're throwing me away!"
The deduction was close to the truth. The method was completely wrong.
"Ah!"
Tears welling, Song Yura bit down hard on Park Suchil's chest and used the opening to wrench herself back. She tried to run — but her thighs, of all things, were still sore.
I should've worked out more.
She hadn't expected muscle aches everywhere just from her first time. Because of that, Song Yura missed even her last chance to escape, and Park Suchil seized her arm again.
"Nngh!"
He gripped so hard it felt like her arm would snap. This would bruise too.
"Let go!"
Song Yura screamed again, and Park Suchil, badly startled, habitually raised his hand the way he did when disciplining the basketball team.
"Shut the hell up!"
"Just let go of—"
Watching Song Yura keep resisting without listening to a word he said, Park Suchil's anger shot to the top of his skull. Just as he lost control and started to swing—
A hand snapped out and stopped the blow cold.
A chill so complete it seemed to freeze a person down to the marrow rang through Song Yura's head. Her heart dropped far harder than it had when Park Suchil was threatening her.
Did he — did he see? Please, please don't have seen...
Anything else she could live with. She just hoped he hadn't seen her being held in Park Suchil's arms. If Han Naengjung misunderstood that...
"You two looked like you were having a nice moment hugging. So what's this all of a sudden?"
Her heart slammed in her chest.
He saw.
Song Yura squeezed her already-shut eyes even tighter. Han Naengjung would see this, misunderstand again, and hate her. It hadn't even been a full day since he'd told her to cut ties.
"And who the hell are you? Looking at that department jacket — Mechanical Engineering. Hey. Leave while I'm asking nicely. Like you said, it was a good atmosphere. Just a little couple trouble. A third party butting in isn't polite."
At Park Suchil's shameless words, Song Yura bit down hard on her lip. She reached out to grab Han Naengjung — then flinched and pulled her hand back.
What face do I have to grab Master with.
She should be grateful just to still be alive. But the wish that he wouldn't leave was just as real.
Please. Don't go.
She was most afraid that Han Naengjung would turn his back as if none of this had anything to do with him.
But then...
"Bullshit of this caliber is almost impressive."
"...!"
"Forcibly hugging a woman who was trying to run, and about to use violence on top of it... no. You already left bruises on her wrist and shoulder, so that's already assault."
At Han Naengjung's precise words, Park Suchil finally checked Song Yura's wrist and flinched. There really were dark, livid bruises on her wrist.
"...I-it was an accident. Yura would think so too, right? Right?"
Watching Park Suchil turn to her for help now, disgust rose from the pit of Song Yura's stomach.
And then.
"Is that so? Then hearing it from Song Yura's own mouth would make it clearer. Speak, Song Yura."
Han Naengjung's voice, commanding her the way one commanded a tool — a slave — had never felt so reliable, so steadying.
Song Yura felt her face burn at the words she was about to speak, and still she recalled the resolve she had made before coming here today.
No matter what anyone says, I decided to serve Master as Master — to atone for my sins.
Steeling herself, Song Yura bowed her head in a reverent posture and offered Han Naengjung her greeting first.