A Morning with My Sunbae (2)
After about thirty minutes of morning sex, the air in my cramped studio apartment had grown thick and humid, and it seemed the 'sanctuary of grace' I'd secretly peeped at through the Diary Inspection system had been thoroughly drenched in my scent.
The sheets, rumpled from last night's first experience and this early-morning round of lovemaking, were a tangled mess of sweat, arousal, and the faint smell of semen, giving off an odor I couldn't quite put into words.
"Haah… seriously, you disgusting bastard… obnoxiously healthy bastard…"
Eugene shoved me hard in the chest, gasping for breath. Still trembling from the afterglow, she rose from the bed, her whole body glistening with sweat.
Not long ago she'd had her legs locked around my waist, drunk on pleasure and refusing to let go — yet the moment the act was over and the heat had cooled, she was already straining to snap back into her usual 'strict sunbae' mode.
"Enough is enough. I'm washing up. I feel disgusting."
"Yes, yes. Got it."
When I answered breezily and sprawled back onto the bed, Eugene's brow furrowed sharply.
"Don't just answer — get up! Go wash so we can eat."
"What, you want to wash together?"
"What else? What, are you in heat again, trying to stick it in me one more time?"
Sunbae grabbed my wrist without a moment's hesitation and dragged me off the bed by force.
"E-Eh, I don't have that kind of stamina. Fine, fine. Let's go."
Buck naked, I let her lead me by the hand toward the bathroom. Sunbae's back came into full, unguarded view as she walked ahead of me.
A slender waist, and beneath it, a pair of pale, luscious buttocks jiggling with every step she took.
I couldn't help myself — I reached out and seized that plump rear in a firm grip.
"Ah, seriously! I told you to stop messing around!"
Hehe.
Sunbae whipped her head around and twisted her hips away from me.
Her face was frowning, yes, but the corners of her eyes still clung to a faint trace of embarrassment and languid satisfaction.
If she'd genuinely been disgusted, she would have cursed me out and slammed the bathroom door in my face. Instead, she kept her grip on my wrist and pulled me in after her.
Really, this feels strange — in a good way.
Up until yesterday, she'd been a department senior I could only gaze up at from a distance, and now, overnight, we'd apparently become a full-fledged couple.
But I had to keep my feet on the ground. To be precise, it felt less like we were dating and more like I was being 'raised' into a proper fuck-buddy for her benefit. Her attitude was that of someone managing a troublemaking junior she had to take responsibility for.
As long as I never forgot that and knew my place, I'd be able to enjoy her for a long, long time.
Shhhhhh—
A stream of warm water poured into the narrow bathroom. Steam filled the air, fogging the mirror into a soft blur.
"Hold still. Let me soap you up first."
"Huh? You'd even do this for me?"
"Hmph… just consider it a lesson, kid. When you get a girlfriend someday, this is how you're supposed to wash her."
…Pretty sure I could figure that out without lessons, though.
Sunbae squeezed a generous dollop of body wash onto her shower pouf and worked up a lather. Then she began scrubbing roughly at my chest and shoulders — less like someone carefully washing a lover, more like someone giving a dirty dog a bath.
I leaned obediently against the wall, taking in every inch of the body moving before my eyes.
Her enormous breasts swayed heavily with every motion of her arms. Across skin made slick by the soapy water, her perky nipples traced a dizzying arc. Without thinking, I lifted my hand and cupped the heavy underside of her breast in my palm.
"Ah, nnh! Quit it!"
Smack!
Her palm came flying down on the back of my hand again.
"I'm trying to wash you! Hold still, you horny little puppy."
"What? It just looked heavy, so I was helping hold it up."
"Bullshit. Go scrub under your own balls."
Sunbae shoved the showerhead toward me and snapped her retort. The sight of her pouting lips and grumbling complaints was so cute I couldn't hold back a laugh.
Even while grumbling, she didn't kick me out — she insisted on lathering me up and washing me with her own two hands.
'The behavioral correction worked a little too well, sunbae.'
Once we finished showering and toweled off haphazardly, we slipped into comfortable clothes.
"Ugh, I'm starving. What do you want to order?"
Sunbae perched on the edge of the bed, toweling her damp hair. Watching her scroll through a delivery app on her phone was an utterly ordinary domestic scene — a far cry from the woman who'd been writhing naked in this very bed minutes ago.
"Order whatever you want, sunbae. I'll pay."
"Don't bother. Your noona's treating."
She replied breezily and began picking out a menu. I sat down in the chair across from her and quietly watched. If we ordered jajangmyeon or sweet and sour pork, lounged around chatting for a bit, and then parted ways, it would have been the perfect start to a perfect weekend.
Except.
"Oh, right, Lee Seonghyun."
Sunbae suddenly looked up from her phone screen.
"That tutoring gig I mentioned yesterday. You're taking it. Non-negotiable."
Huh?
Wait, what? Out of nowhere?
It was that casual suggestion she'd tossed out over drinks last night, right? A repeat-year girl — meek, well-behaved, good pay.
And I distinctly remember hammering it down that I was never doing tutoring again.
"Sunbae, I clearly said yesterday I wasn't—"
"No, you're doing it. No — you have to."
Sunbae tossed her phone onto the bed and cut me off with finality.
Normally she was the meddlesome type, sure, but never the kind to force her way into someone else's life. So why now, all of a sudden?
"You just quit all your part-time jobs, didn't you? How are you paying rent next month?"
"I'll… figure something out. A convenience store, a café…"
"A convenience store? A café? Saving money on minimum wage crumbs? When are you going to find the time? You repeated a year and your schedule's a mess — where exactly are you going to find the hours for a labor job on top of your coursework?"
Her voice was climbing higher and higher.
"The position I looked into this time is the real deal. I've already spoken with the girl's mother on the phone, and I've got a rough handle on the kid's situation. She's absolutely nothing like those delinquent little brats from before. Two sessions a week for fifty — where else are you going to find a honey job like that?"
"Still, that's…"
"Lee Seonghyun."
Sunbae shot up from her seat. Then she strode over and gripped my shoulders tight.
"I know you've still got trauma from that weird mess I dumped you into back then. That's exactly why you need to take this one. I'll personally guarantee it goes right. You're my junior — I genuinely can't stand by and watch you scrape by broke and skipping meals."
………
No way.
Was this the effect of my behavioral correction too? She was bringing this up now, out of pure responsibility — something she'd never bothered to mention before?
"Sunbae…"
"Cut the chatter and just do it. I'll give you her contact right away, so meet her tomorrow and at least talk things through. Got it?"
"But isn't that abrupt? Wasn't that sunbae's tutoring job? It's fine for you — you've got a reputation for being good at it — but me…"
"Hmph, you're not bad yourself. Why else would I even float an offer like this? Forget everything else, raising grades was always your strong suit."
"No, that's not what I—"
"Hey! If you're good at the hardest part of tutoring, who cares? What's there to worry about? The mothers I know already know everything there is to know."
So apparently the things I'd listed — leaving a job over friction with a parent, being fingered as the cause of a student's delinquency — didn't register as disqualifications in her book at all.
Well, to be fair, those were the bombs she had passed along to begin with…
"Haah…"
I got the picture. This was not a refusal I could make.
If I wanted to keep groping her marshmallow-soft body going forward, I'd have to accept offers like this one too.
Reluctantly, I nodded.
"Fine. I'll do it. Happy now?"
"That's it! Should've said that from the start."
Sunbae broke into a wide grin and thumped my shoulders a few times.
"Don't worry. Noona vetted this place thoroughly. If this tutoring gig turns into something big, you owe me a fancy dinner, got it?"
"Yes, yes. I'll buy you beef, even."
"Now we're talking! Okay, let's eat already."
As if her serious mood had never existed, she went back to humming a tuneless song, returned to the bed, and picked up her phone. Watching her browse the menu, I mentally washed my face dry.
'A meek, obedient repeat student, huh…'
With a guarantee this emphatic from sunbae, surely she wouldn't be another one of those psycho grade-schoolers from before.
Whatever. Fine.
For the time being, I had no choice but to quietly accept this blind 'management' of hers.
The moment our late breakfast-slash-lunch arrived, sunbae shoved me out the front door and kicked me to the curb.
'You need to call the tutoring mother tomorrow, so go home, rest, and get ready. And you smell like sweat — go shower.'
Tch. What's wrong with a little collateral damage?
I'd been hoping to climb back into sunbae's bed every time my stamina recovered — at least for the rest of the day, anyway.
It was a shame, but fine. I needed time to sort through everything that had happened since yesterday and to properly review my results.
'Her diary's going to upload tonight, no question.'
After everything that happened today, there was no way she'd skip writing it. That single thread of anticipation carried me through the rest of Sunday afternoon. I flipped through my backlog of major-course textbooks, then booted up a game and clicked my mouse around aimlessly.
Time crawled by.
And then.
Ding—!
Midnight has arrived.
Page 2 of student 'Kang Eugene''s diary has been submitted.
A translucent system window materialized in the corner of my vision, announcing midnight.
'Knew it would upload. Called it.'
I sprang up from where I'd been lying on the bed and touched the empty air. Right on schedule, the worn leather-bound diary unfolded before my eyes. Just like the first day, the words beneath the date were completely obscured by pitch-black ink.
[Teacher, please inspect my diary!]
Obviously, there was no reason to hesitate. Without a second thought, I pressed the [Inspect] button.
A diary that begins in the pre-dawn hours. And what I witnessed was…
"Hyaang! Ahhnn… th-there…!"
…the process by which my mood and sunbae's ripened toward each other and the main event began.
Honestly, watching it all play out again was arousing — and genuinely painful in equal measure.
How do I put this…
Watching myself in third person made it feel like I was reviewing and reflecting on my own conduct, which was brutal.
'My dirty talk was way too childish. Should've acted more like a man.'
Looked at another way, it was like watching a sex tape of me and sunbae.
Maybe some people are into that, but not me. Now, if I could swat sunbae's juicy ass while watching, maybe — but no, I couldn't.
It was around that point that I decided to fast-forward to the moment she and I parted ways.
"Ah, fucking seriously. Why does that kid have to be so dumb and just have endless stamina."
A groan drifted from the bed. It was Eugene — alone now, having chased me out.
The moment I'd left, she'd peeled her clothes right back off and was rolling around the mattress wearing nothing but her bra.
After rolling around like that for a good long while, she heaved herself up and shuffled over to the computer desk.
"Gotta do my assignments, ugh."
She grumbled as she sat down. But her mouse cursor wasn't headed for the document app — it was headed for the icon of the newest game release.
Clack, clack-clack!
The sound of a mechanical keyboard being beaten within an inch of its life filled the room. Resting her enormous breasts on the edge of the desk like a chin-prop, sunbae glared at the monitor and started hurling obscenities.
And there she goes again. Cursing again.
"No, why the hell did you go in THERE, you insane bastard?! Are you blind?!"
Filthy swearing, like she had a bar of soap clenched between her teeth.
I hovered right behind her back, watching the monitor and her phone screen alternate over her shoulder.
Bzzt.
The phone resting on the desk lit up again and again.
Contact after contact from men. But sunbae only glanced at the screen, her eyes never leaving the game.
"Ugh, what a pain. Should I just block them all."
She irritably switched her notifications to silent.
"That's it, that's it. Good girl, sunbae."
'Ohh, this is exhilarating.'
I inwardly cheered and hummed to myself. But it didn't last long.
One hour. Two hours. Three hours.
Sunbae never left her desk. She devoured the delivered tteokbokki like she was slurping it down whole, then immediately grabbed the mouse again.
"Ah, dammit. Before the demotion."
Admiring her figure was starting to lose its charm, too. Did she seriously spend the entire day indoors, gaming?
I ran the footage at maximum speed to the end, then rewound and scanned it again. Hmm. Yeah, she hadn't set foot outside all day.
'It's the same predictable daily grind anyway. I'll skim through it. The important parts are already covered — what I actually care about checking today is the student record that unlocks after inspection.'
Without hesitation, I pressed and held the fast-forward button.
Whooooosh—!
In an instant, my vision warped grotesquely, the scenery of the room whipping past like a videotape on rewind. The sunlight beyond the window flipped to a crimson sunset in the blink of an eye, then gave way to black darkness.
The afterimage of sunbae seated at her desk flickered to the bed, the room's lights blinking on and off, whole moments streaking past in fractions of a second.
'Good, it's night now. The diary inspection's just about don—'
The very moment I tried to stop the fast-forward—
CRASH—!
With a violent bursting sound, like glass shattering to pieces, the space before my eyes fractured apart.
"Wh-Wha?!"
The floor dropped out from under me — a stomach-lurching, weightless sensation. I screamed and squeezed my eyes shut.
When I opened them again, I wasn't staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. I was staring up at the familiar ceiling of my own studio apartment.
Cold sweat was already running cold down my back.
"Wh-What? Is it over?"
Was I kicked out? Why?