Chapter 41
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 41
Chapter Title: It Was Delicious. Your Girlfriend.
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The thrill of having claimed Han Yu-ra just wouldn't settle down easily.
So I thrust into her again.
Changing positions, I prolonged the buildup to climax as long as I could.
The final round of sex lasted quite a while.
Han Yu-ra's moans were swallowed up by the sound of the waves.
I shook my hips with wild abandon, like a man possessed.
And even during that last round...
"...Haa. Haa."
I filled Han Yu-ra's pussy to the brim with my semen.
"Hng... Ha..."
When I pulled my cock out, my semen came gushing after it in a thick stream.
So much poured from her twitching pussy that I couldn't even guess how much I'd unleashed inside her.
I really came a ton.
Above her still-quivering pussy sat Han Yu-ra, twitching now and then as she savored the afterglow.
Burrr-
"Hng..."
Without me doing a thing, her toes curled tight and her thighs trembled.
She even let out a little "Hup!" moan, lost in her own world for a good long while.
Did I overdo it?
Even after a marathon session, she's a first-timer at this.
Watching her dazed face stare up at the sky stirred my excitement again, but...
That's enough for today.
Instead, to set the stage for next time, I took precautions.
Click-
"Wha-what?"
Han Yu-ra snapped to at the phone camera shutter and looked startled.
"Don't worry. Took it to send to you, senior."
"...To me?"
"Yeah. So you can relive the emotions you felt today while looking at the photo. And hopefully, you'll come to realize."
"..."
"Sent. And..."
I deleted the photo and showed her the album.
"I erased it. No synced devices either, so you're safe, senior."
"...You're something else. Can't pin you down."
"Check that photo again when you get home. It'll remind you just how happy and thrilling today was for you."
"..."
We cleaned up and got dressed.
Then we slowly made our way back to the dorms.
Her walk was awkward from the broken hymen, but she pushed on without showing it.
"Need a hand?"
"No, I'm good."
"You look like walking's tough."
"I'm fine?"
I wanted to scoop her up and carry her, but there might be eyes around, so better play it safe.
As the dorms came into view, Han Yu-ra spoke up.
"Min-seong. Today... it's our secret, for real."
"Of course, senior. Don't worry. My lips are sealed tight."
"I trust you. Please."
"Then we've got another secret now?"
"Another?"
"Yeah. You said the thing with your mom's card was a secret before."
"Oh. Right..."
She let out a small chuckle, her tension easing at my joke.
"Anyway, keep it secret. Promise."
"Yessir! You got it!"
I followed after Han Yu-ra as she hurried off, embarrassed, and headed back to my own dorm.
Lying alone in my room, I grinned to myself.
'Kang Hyun-soo. You seein' this?'
I'd devoured your girlfriend.
Your precious girlfriend you obsessed over so much.
No clue what goal had you enforcing premarital chastity and guarding her all this time.
But Han Yu-ra turned out way hotter than I'd imagined.
You made one hell of a mistake.
Haven't stolen her heart yet, but damn, it felt good.
"Best ever."
Han Yu-ra, spewing filthy talk as my cock slammed deep inside her.
Never dreamed the picture of innocence herself could get that slutty.
Makes it all the sweeter.
After all, I was the one who dragged that lewd side out of such a sweet, pure girl.
'Can't wait for what's next.'
She said today was the last time.
But I've got zero plans to let that happen.
I've got plans going forward.
And of course, Kang Seo-yoon's not slipping away either.
The next day's shoot wrapped up smoothly.
Only downside: thanks to yesterday, Han Yu-ra and I didn't exchange a single word.
She dodged me completely, even when I tried talking or our eyes met.
Forcing distance between us.
Probably embarrassed. Or ashamed.
The night was intense; it'd leave anyone rattled.
At least convincing her to keep it secret worked like a charm.
Shoot over, dinner party followed as usual.
Han Yu-ra skipped the writers' table, sitting quietly next to Kang Hyun-soo with the shooting crew way over there, sipping her drink.
Everyone around showered the couple with envy and praise.
But Han Yu-ra was knocking back drinks more than usual.
Bothered him? Kang Hyun-soo took her out for a bit.
"What's with you? I said drink in moderation."
"...Sorry. Just some complicated stuff."
"Can't hold it together? Don't pull that in front of everyone."
"What... 'that'? Can't I have a few?"
"Huh?"
"...Sorry. Didn't mean it like that."
First sign of pushback from her, maybe.
But surprisingly, Kang Hyun-soo pulled her into a warm embrace.
"Yu-ra. I know it's tough. But we agreed to chase that goal together. You promised to help."
"Uh... yeah."
"So hang in there a little. I'm holding back hard too."
"...Okay."
Han Yu-ra hung her head.
"Sorry, Yu-ra."
His gestures looked so tender and caring, but to me? All fake.
Just more gaslighting to mess with her head.
Then Han Yu-ra dropped something unexpected.
"But Hyun-soo... do we really have to hold back like this?"
"What?"
"...Have to live holding back on that?"
"What the hell are you saying?"
"You and me... Haa. Never mind. I'm drunk. Let's head in."
"..."
Kang Hyun-soo stood there, stunned, unable to stop her as she walked back in first.
'Well now... could this be?'
Got interesting.
Last night's sex must've unlocked whatever was holding her back.
Like turning the key on a box sealing away pleasure.
She might even demand it from Kang Hyun-soo to forget.
'But he won't give it.'
Sociopath, after all.
His feelings come first.
Won't even clock how she's feeling.
Things are getting fun.
I deliberately passed Kang Hyun-soo and said,
"Senior. It was delicious."
"What?"
"The meat. The meat."
Really delicious. Your girlfriend.
-Yu-ra, a girl should never give her body away easily.
Words I'd heard endlessly from Mom as a kid.
They sank deep into my mind, and I really lived by them, careful as could be.
But as I got older, the way guys looked at me changed.
Neighborhood playmates from childhood, school friends, even teachers.
They'd praise my looks while slyly scanning my body, slipping me candy and gifts on special days.
And one memory I can't shake.
The day I went to a movie with a guy who seemed decent.
His hand creeping up my thigh—I was in high school, freaked out, and bolted from the theater.
After that, every guy felt terrifying.
I started holing up at home more and more.
Studying, or watching TV to kill time.
Then something caught my eye.
The prince on the white horse.
A dashing man protecting and shielding the princess.
"Yeah, that's the kind of guy I need."
From then on, my ideal type was set.
A man who could protect and guard me.
And that man was Hyun-soo.
College freshman welcome party.
Seniors swarmed me relentlessly; I felt so uncomfortable.
Only Hyun-soo stood up for me against them.
In that moment, he was my prince on the white horse.
I fell hard, confessed first, and we started dating.
Amazingly, even after we got together, he kept protecting me.
"No need to push yourself."
"I just want you to be comfortable."
How could I not love a guy like that?
So I had to give my all for Hyun-soo too.
When he opened up about his dream, I was shocked but vowed to help.
Promised myself I'd become a woman worthy of him.
Even followed his plea for premarital chastity.
So,
I can't let some fleeting pleasure shake me.
I have to endure.
That's what I thought.
'Mom...'
The meaning behind "don't give your body lightly"—
Was it because she was scared I'd go too far?
Worried I'd get hooked on that pleasure?
If so, she nailed it.
My first time, in that moon-kissed spot.
Not with my beloved Hyun-soo, but with Min-seong, who I'd just seen as a nice underclassman.
That memory pounds at my heart.
The more I think about it, the hotter and more ashamed I feel.
It started as skinship to test my inner lewdness.
But it went way past testing—I dove headfirst into the pleasure and indulged.
Swept up in the allure of secrecy, I went at it blatantly.
Felt like someone else, like I was possessed, lost all sense.
"..."
I looked at the photo Min-seong sent.
My utterly blissed-out face... and the pleasure from that day stretched and woke right up.
A scorching memory of that night had taken root.
'Looking at it like this... I really have such a slutty face.'
"Haa."
I need to erase it from my memory. But it's not easy.
Guilt over Hyun-soo weighs heavy on my chest, yet the ecstasy of sex makes it race too.
'...Can I really hold out?'
I said that day was the last.
I have to forget and live on.
Endure until I marry Hyun-soo—can I even do it?
My head was a mess.
Barely slept and dragged myself to work.
Tired from the shoot and dinner, but duty calls.
"Morning, senior."
"...Hey."
Min-seong's greeting felt heavy for no reason.
That forced smile of his looks different today.
Is Min-seong totally fine?
I'm the one feeling awkward and flushed.
But weirdly,
'Hyun-soo...'
My actual boyfriend is Kang Hyun-soo. A twinge of guilt, but no real self-loathing.
Because he promised to keep it secret? Or because I partly blame Hyun-soo for how I ended up?
'Focus. Focus.'
I shook my head hard and zeroed in on my item.
Had to get this item approved somehow.
"Senior. Check this out."
"Hm?"
Min-seong handed over some material—night spots item docs.
"Stuff I put together."
"You're... just giving me this?"
"Yeah. Want you to do well, senior."
"..."
Super detailed. Bet he poured hours into it.
And I was the one trying to snatch it from him.
"You... really giving it to me?"
"Totally. Use it however, senior."
"...Thanks, Min-seong."
"No biggie. Between us."
His grin... made my heart skip a little.
Never thought him handsome before, but today... he looks kinda good.
I gave her the item I'd slaved over, hoping it'd lighten her mental load.
Proud seeing her touched expression.
If she's grateful, she'll repay the favor next time for sure.
That's Han Yu-ra's style.
I buckled down on checking my own item too.
"Everyone knows the next shoot's Min-seong's item, right? No jealousy just 'cause he's maknae—help him out with all you've got. Good for the show means good for us."
Kang Seo-yoon's got my back big time.
"Hmph. What's so great about that punk's item anyway. Direct it right, and trash turns to gold."
"Go PD, c'mon, don't talk like that. Show some care. Gotta give the maknae his shot."
"Yeah, yeah. Got it, Kang Writer."
Go PD still hates my guts.
Meeting wrapped, grabbed lunch, then some alone time.
Fired up my phone, scrolled Mitube for info.
"Oh, ad dropped."
Song Ji-hyun's new chicken commercial.
The one all the top stars rave about—she nailed it.
Suits her cool, aloof vibe perfectly. Gonna kill it.
"Damn, she's gorgeous."
Her face steals the show over the chicken.
"Tonight's midnight snack: chicken."
"Buy some of that chicken for me too."
"Ah, Kang Writer."
"Knew you were staring at something. Ji-hyun ad?"
"You saw? Looks brand new today."
"...You."
She shot me a prim glare.
"Writer, you're pulling overtime tonight, right? Want me to grab chicken?"
"Like I'd mooch off the maknae. Ruins my image. I'll buy—you fetch."
"No delivery?"
"Sending the address. Go pick it up there."
"Super busy today."
"Do it. It's good for you too."
Kang Seo-yoon click-clacked away on her heels.
Good for me? Huh.
That evening, got the address, hopped on the company bike, and went to pick up the chicken myself.
Couldn't figure why send me to this farther spot when there's one near the office.
But the second I opened the door, a grin bloomed on my face.
"Whoa! Jackpot!"
"Huh?"
Song Ji-hyun was working part-time there.