Want to Grab a Drink, Sunbae?
"(Even getting myself off while thinking about sunbae isn't enough to calm me down—I'm losing my mind—so) want to grab a drink, sunbae?"
At my answer, something like panic flickered across Jang Hyeonsu's face before he locked it down into a hard stare.
"…You're lying."
"Huh?"
"Don't lie. Siyoung would never say something like that."
"Then go ask her yourself."
"…"
"Actually, forget it. Want me to ask her? Right now?"
I was just about to open my Insat DMs.
"…Drop it. I can pretty much guess why she'd say that—"
"Huh?"
"Anyway, don't meet Siyoung. Consider yourself warned."
"The fuck makes you think I'd listen to—"
He turned his back on me before I could even finish.
"Hey. Hey!"
"…"
"That little shit. His sunbae calls him and he just walks off."
If he'd apologized properly and asked me to back off because he liked Yu Siyoung, I honestly might have listened. Pull an attitude like that, though, and the contrary streak in me had no choice but to kick in.
…Then again, I probably wouldn't have listened even if he'd asked nicely.
There was that contract with an angel, after all.
Well. That's one thing, and this is another.
I opened Insat and went straight into the DMs.
"Replies usually take a minute, so I should head back up—"
Bzzzt—
"…"
"Does this kid live with her eyes glued to her phone?"
Since when were replies that fast?
No. The more I thought about it, the more pissed off I got. Who the hell was he to tell me what I could and couldn't do?
"…"
The reply didn't come for a long while. When I got back to the PC café, Jung Horang was watching Yotube and turned his head my way.
"Oh, you're back? Last game. Let's go."
I booted League back up, and we'd been playing about ten minutes when the gray defeat screen came up.
…Still no reply.
I almost sent it.
"Eh, whatever. No point suspecting her over nothing."
Jung Horang caught the mutter and leaned in.
"…What? Something happen?"
"It's nothing, man. Just play the—"
Bzzzt—
I checked my phone at the fresh vibration.
"Tch. As expected. As expected of Mr. As-Expected."
"The hell is 'as expected'? Put the phone down and play!"
"Ah, okay, okay."
"If it's a girl, I'll allow it."
"…It's not a girl."
"Bullshit. That was her just now, wasn't it?"
"I said it's not."
Right in the middle of my WWE match with Jung Horang, the phone went off again.
"…"
It was probably nothing, right?
Around the time the sun burned red, behind the Student Hall.
"Jang Hyeonsu, what is actually wrong with you?"
"…What."
"From the very start we agreed to date in secret, away from the department. So why did you go and tell Yu Hyeok-sunbae?"
"…"
"Is this something we need to shout all over the neighborhood? That we're dating?"
At Yu Siyoung's words, Jang Hyeonsu's mouth twisted.
"…And what if I do?"
"What?"
"I said, what if I do? What's so criminal about being a campus couple? People are allowed to date!"
"And when we break up."
"…"
"If we ever break up, everyone's going to be walking on eggshells around us. Can you handle that?"
"Then we just don't break up! We get married, and—"
At that, Yu Siyoung's eyes went round.
"Married? Me? With you?"
"…"
"Hyeonsu. I know you and I are dating right now, but that's a bit much, don't you think?"
"Th-that's—"
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear what you just said."
"…"
"And go back to Yu Hyeok-sunbae and apologize."
"…What?"
"Apologize. You were the one in the wrong. Tell him you misspoke. Tell him we're not dating."
The tips of Jang Hyeonsu's fingers began to tremble.
"…No."
"What?"
"I said no! Why the hell should I apologize to that bastard?"
"…That bastard? Hey, he's your sunbae—"
"If you really think about it, this is all your fault in the first place!"
At the tear-soaked fury in his voice, Yu Siyoung's brow drew tight.
"Ha?"
"You started it! You're dating me and you still go eat alone with that gigolo! I wasn't even going to say anything, but it was obvious that sunbae is into you—"
"…Hyeonsu, you are genuinely so fucking pathetic."
"…"
For a moment, Jang Hyeonsu dropped his head.
"Fine. I was wrong."
It wasn't the answer he'd expected, and his eyes went wide.
"Y-you think apologizing like that now is going to—"
"…Huh?"
His mouth fell open at the blow.
"I should've said I didn't care whether you lived or died."
"Wh—wha…"
She said it and turned her back, but Jang Hyeonsu caught the hem of her clothes.
"I-I'm sorry. Siyoung…"
"Let go."
"I'll—I'll do better…"
"I said let go. Are you not hearing me?"
"I won't say anything about you texting that sunbae. Or eating with him. Even if you do worse than that, I won't say a word."
"Do you hear yourself right—"
"S-so please! Just don't say we should break up. Please… I really, really might die."
"…"
Yu Siyoung's face crumpled, and then she let out a long sigh.
"Haa… Let's take some time, Hyeonsu."
"H-huh?"
"I'll contact you first. Once I'm feeling a little better."
In the same breath, she shoved her phone in his face.
"Just so we're clear—if you send me another message like this in the meantime, that's the end. I won't care whether you drop dead or not."
"Si-Siyoung! Wait—"
He called after her anyway. Right in front of his eyes, Yu Siyoung deleted the message and walked off.
"Siyoung…"
She was already long gone.
"F-fuck…"
Yu Hyeok's face flashed through Jang Hyeonsu's head.
"This is all because of that fucking gigolo bastard."
He thought back. At least back then, Yu Siyoung had never been this cold to him.
"If it weren't for that piece of shit, Siyoung wouldn't have gone this far…"
Yu Siyoung's studio apartment.
"Ha… This is such bullshit. On my day off, of all days…"
Grumbling, she tossed her handbag and cardigan onto the gaming chair as they were. She washed her face, changed, and flopped facedown on the bed.
"Now what?"
The dilemma didn't last.
"…Maybe I'll just look at sunbae's pictures."
She pulled out her phone and opened the gallery at once. There it was—a photo she'd secretly snapped that morning of Yu Hyeok walking into the lecture hall.
"Ah… Why is he actually this handsome? And that body…"
She was still devouring the stolen photo—chewing it over, picking it apart, tasting every inch of it—when her breath changed.
"Haa, haaah…"
All at once she noticed the itch between her legs. She hooked a finger under her tight little shorts and looked down. Slick was leaking so freely her panties were soaked straight through.
"Ah, if I do this I'll just have to wash them again… ha, whatever, since it's already like this…"
She'd been in a foul mood, and this was almost a relief. She peeled off the panties and the shorts and leaned back on the bed.
"Haa, sunbae, sunbae…"
Still in her tank top, she gently kneaded the nipple of her right breast. That brief touch alone sent a sharp tingle racing up her spine, and a moan broke out of her.
"Ahh— aahn— nnh…"
Siyoung's head was already full of Yu Hyeok. And she already felt this good.
If sunbae touched my breasts himself…
She remembered how his eyes had kept drifting to her cleavage even while they ate. If it had been anyone else she would have hated it, but when sunbae looked at her cleavage, it felt incredibly good. Good enough to soak her panties halfway.
"S-sunbae… you can't… not in a place like this… aahn!"
Imagining those huge hands ravaging her breasts, she put the fantasy into motion. She kneaded both of them like she was losing her mind and pinched, hard, at the nipples standing out through the fabric.
"Haa, sunbae… touch me more… it feels so good I'm gonna go crazy…"
She didn't need the photo anymore. She set the phone down with Yu Hyeok's picture still lit on the screen and brought her left hand between her legs. So much slick had come out that the slippery feel of her pussy went straight to her fingertips.
"Haa, sunbae… how's my pussy? I got this wet because of you… take responsibility."
What would sunbae think. Would he hate it?
With that thought she flicked her clit with her thumb and started rubbing her pussy with her middle and ring fingers. Her legs drew in, and a fierce pleasure stabbed through her head.
"Aahn, sunbae, sunbaeee!"
Her right hand kneaded both breasts while her left rubbed her pussy like it might catch fire. The tank top lost to the weight of those heavy breasts and slipped off, but Yu Siyoung didn't care—she just kept touching her breasts and her pussy like she'd gone mad.
"Ahh— aahn— aah— ahh— aaaaaahn!"
The pleasure kept climbing, and the wet sounds and her moans began to fill the room.
"S-sunbaeee! It feels too gooood!"
When it hit its peak, a shiver ran the length of Siyoung's spine.
"Aaaaaaaaahn!"
With an orgasm of staggering pleasure, Yu Siyoung squirted across the bed.
"Haa, haaah… th-there's so much…"
She had masturbated plenty before this. Not once had it felt this good.
"Haa, but still… it's not enooough…"
The bigger the pleasure, the bigger the ache it left behind. She wanted to see Yu Hyeok-sunbae. Wanted to see him so badly she thought she might lose her mind.
"…"
The thought flickered past that maybe this was moving too fast. But no scrap of worldly common sense was going to stop a woman who had fallen in love. Siyoung opened Insat and went straight into the DMs.