Chapter 8
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 8
Chapter Title: The Stuck Zipper
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Screech.
With a sharp squeal of brakes, the silver Porsche pulled into the parking lot and stopped.
Han Sea killed the engine and immediately checked her face in the rearview mirror.
"Ha, damn. The more I think about it, the angrier I get."
Ever since the amusement park fiasco, she'd been seething.
"I, Han Sea, even shut my eyes for you, and all you did was ruffle my hair?"
Yoon Dojin, you're done for today.
Today was one of the days she shared a general elective class with Dojin.
She'd deliberately arrived twenty minutes early.
To set the stage.
Sea stepped out of the car, smoothing her outfit.
Her secret weapon, prepared especially for today.
A beige knit dress that made her look a full size—no, two sizes—smaller than usual.
"Hoo..."
Every breath she took made the thin knit fabric stretch taut, like it was screaming.
It wasn't just clinging.
It was vacuum-sealed around her body like plastic wrap.
The fabric was so thin that even her ribs shifted visibly beneath it, and the lines of her underwear stood out starkly.
Honestly, it was hard to breathe, but the effect would be undeniable.
"Let's see if you can hold out against this."
That was when it hit her.
A bad feeling from behind.
In her rush to get out, the zipper had snagged on something.
"Ah, what the hell. No way."
She reached back and checked. The thin strap of her underwear and the lining were firmly caught in the zipper teeth.
Irritation bubbled up, but then a brilliant idea flashed through Sea's mind.
'Wait, this is a golden opportunity.'
Click, click.
The sharp click of her heels echoed down the first-floor hallway.
Right before class started, so the corridor was deserted—not a soul in sight.
Sea stopped in front of the bathroom, in a dim corner spot.
Dim lighting.
The perfect blind spot, out of everyone's line of sight.
This was the ideal stage to corner Dojin and have her way with him.
Sea curled her lips into a smirk and pulled out her phone.
[Get your ass to the end of the first-floor hallway. Now.]
Dojin's reply came quick.
[Why. What's up.]
[We can talk in the classroom later.]
Sea chuckled and tapped out a response.
[Shut up and come. I'm screwed right now.]
She pocketed her phone and counted down.
One, two, three.
Thud, thud.
Dojin appeared at the end of the hall, hurrying like he'd been summoned.
Soon, his face twisted in annoyance.
"What is it? You look fine to me."
He scanned her up and down, then turned away with a grumble.
Instead of answering, Sea slowly turned, showing him her back.
"Fine? I'm in deep shit."
"So? What's the big deal?"
"Take a look at my back. Zipper's stuck. Won't budge."
Dojin let out a disbelieving scoff.
"Ha, seriously. Hey, for this, just grab any girl passing by and ask."
"Hey, shut up and look closer. Hurry."
Dojin frowned and bent down.
In the middle of her back, between the taut metal teeth of the zipper, a white lace strap and lining were hopelessly tangled.
Above where the zipper had jammed, smooth bare skin peeked through the parted fabric.
The tight knit was pulling the zipper from both sides.
"Come on, wear something normal. How do you even breathe in this? Your bra strap's totally caught."
"No lectures. If this doesn't go up, I can't go to class."
"So what do you want me to do? Go to the bathroom yourself and..."
"Follow me."
Without waiting for a reply, Sea grabbed his wrist and yanked.
But she didn't head for the women's room.
"Hey, crazy! This is the men's bathroom!"
"Quiet. No one's here."
Sea shoved Dojin into the farthest stall and locked the door.
Click.
"Are you insane? What if we get caught?!"
Sea didn't answer.
The cramped stall.
Sea went up on her tiptoes to avoid stepping on his feet as she squeezed in deeper.
It was too tight.
A space barely big enough for one adult male, now crammed with two bodies pressed together.
Every shift brushed their clothes against each other, knees bumping.
Cold tile chill from behind, heat radiating from their bodies in front.
The hum of the ventilator fan sounded deafening.
Dojin stared at the tile grout lines, unsure where to look.
Sea’s crown was right under his nose.
A sweet, shampoo-or-body-wash scent filled the tiny space.
After a beat of silence, Sea spoke.
"It's narrower than I thought. Didn't want to rip the dress forcing it down. You're handy, right? Be delicate."
Sea braced both hands against the door.
Her waist arched naturally, hips jutting back toward Dojin.
In the tight space, his eyes had nowhere to go but her backside.
"Ha, you're hopeless. Fine. You want me to look at the bra and all properly?"
Dojin grumbled as he leaned his face right up to her back.
The zipper was jammed good.
"Hold still. And don't breathe deep."
Dojin's fingers traced her spine.
Cold metal of the zipper and the warmth of his fingertips hit her bare skin at once.
"Hng..."
A strange moan slipped from Sea's lips.
Dojin's hands froze.
"...What? Does it hurt? Caught on something?"
"Ah, no. The dress is just tight, makes it hard to breathe. Ung..."
"Quit making noises, you lunatic. If someone outside hears, they'll think we're doing it."
"Then hurry up. Ah, there..."
Every time his nail scraped the zipper to free the fabric, Sea's shoulders twitched.
Of course, half of it was acting.
How to cook this oblivious guy.
Sea pretended to peek through the door crack.
The hallway outside was empty, naturally.
Now's the time.
Sea slammed the door with a bang.
"Darling, wait! Hng! No... really, not there...!"
Her voice rang out loud and lewd enough to echo through the bathroom.
"Mmph!"
Dojin clapped a hand over her mouth in panic.
His eyes bulged as he whispered fiercely.
"Shit, what the hell? Are you nuts?"
Sea mumbled into his palm.
She gestured toward the door with her eyes, then whispered in his ear.
"Quiet. The watcher's here."
"...What?"
"Didn't hear the footsteps? That sunglasses guy from before. He's been tailing us."
Pure bullshit, of course.
But Dojin's face hardened instantly.
He nodded, bit his lip, and went dead silent, not even breathing loud.
'Heh.'
Sea fought back laughter with everything she had.
His tense face was too damn cute.
Now, make it worse, and he'd have no choice but to...
Screech.
That was when it happened.
The bathroom door actually opened.
Thud, thud.
Heavy shoe heels clacked against the tile, drawing closer.
Someone real had walked in.
Sea's eyes shook like there was an earthquake.
Click, snap.
The jingle of a leather belt unbuckling.
Then ziiiip, pants zipper down.
Just one thin door away, some strange guy was about to take a piss.
Sea started suffocating.
If they got caught here? Han Sea, chaebol heiress. In a men's bathroom stall with a guy?
Headline bait no one could resist.
A bead of cold sweat trickled down her spine.
'Fuck, I'm screwed.'
Sea held her breath.
Any noise now, and it was social suicide—or worse, death.
"Ahem~."
Then the man's low humming started.
Sea's mind shattered.
'A real middle-aged dude.'
She glared up at Dojin.
Her eyes bulged like they might pop.
'Don't make a sound. Or you're dead.'
Silent threat: not a peep.
But Dojin read it the opposite.
'Now? Start right away?'
His face turned deadly serious.
'Did that guy come all the way here to check if we're really doing it? Chaebol folks are scary for real.'
Dojin grabbed her waist and pulled her closer.
Then whispered urgently in her ear.
"Hey, what are you doing? No sounds?"
"......"
"Watcher's here, right? Do it like before. That's how we'll fool him."
Sea was losing her mind.
No, you idiot, it's just some random guy.
But she couldn't speak.
The guy outside was clearing his throat, settling in.
One tiny noise, and they might get busted.
Sea shook her head desperately, holding out, but Dojin pressed.
"Hurry. He'll get suspicious."
Sea whipped her head side to side like it might snap.
Lips bitten tight, trembling like a scared rabbit.
'What's with her?'
Dojin was baffled.
She'd dragged him into the men's room without hesitation,
but now that the stage was set, she froze up.
Having second thoughts from embarrassment?
'All talk, no action.'
Acts tough alone, but folds in the real deal.
Frozen like that, no acting or anything would work.
'Might as well fix the zipper quick.'
Get it undone fast, then they could bail.
Dojin resumed moving his hands.
"Hold on, lift the fabric a bit."
He whispered, grabbing the caught fabric with both hands and pulling.
The taut knit lifted, and his cool knuckles pressed into her spine.
"Eek!"
Sea muffled her mouth, twisting.
But Dojin didn't stop.
He held her waist firm with one hand to keep her still.
"Stay put. Almost there."
His rough thumb rubbed her soft back skin.
Forcing the sharp zipper teeth apart sent jolts vibrating up her spine.
This wasn't acting.
His rough touch on her hypersensitive back felt like torture.
"Ha, this thing won't budge."
Dojin huffed out a breath.
His hot exhale hit her nape, making her legs wobble.
"Hic..."
A stifled sound burst from Sea.
"Oh? Now? Yeah, like that. Louder."
Dojin whispered earnestly, clueless.
The zipper still wouldn't move.
He yanked harder, the tight dress constricting her body.
"Uung..."
Sea bit her lip till it nearly bled.
She couldn't make noise.
But the persistent hands on her back, the dizzying situation...
Outside, the sound of water splashing freely.
Dojin poked her side.
"Hey, sounds too quiet. Let it rip, loud."
Tears welled up in Sea's eyes.