Prospective Saintess Seong Hayan (2)
Jung Hoyoung left Kim Woobin's farewell behind and hurried toward the restroom.
The instant he stepped into a stall, he locked the door.
"Come out."
The command was barely out of his mouth when Yu Seoyeon materialized in a shimmer of crimson haze.
"Sit down and spread your legs."
"Yes, Master."
Yu Seoyeon sat on the toilet and parted her thighs. Her tight H-line skirt rolled up past her waist of its own accord, baring black pantyhose and the snow-white panties underneath.
Jung Hoyoung tore through the pantyhose, hooked her panties aside, unbuckled his belt, yanked down his zipper, and shoved his pants and underwear down in one motion. His erect cock sprang free — and he rammed it straight into Yu Seoyeon's tight, dry slit.
"Aah!"
A short scream burst from her lips as his massive cock punched into a pussy that wasn't even wet yet. The sound was loud. Loud enough that he wondered, for a moment, whether it had punched through the Noise Isolation Skill and leaked out of the restroom entirely.
"Cover your mouth."
Yu Seoyeon clamped her right hand over her own lips.
Jung Hoyoung worked his hips without mercy. With every stroke, his thick cock drove deep into her cunt.
"Mmph! Nngh! Hahk! Mmph! Nngh! Haaah! Mmmph! Hahk!"
Every time that thick cock speared into her still-dry, grinding tightness, Yu Seoyeon felt a fierce, tearing pain. Especially when it slammed against her womb — the same body-splitting agony she'd felt her first time came roaring back.
And yet—
I like this.
The pain Jung Hoyoung inflicted twisted into a strange, exquisite pleasure that set her body on fire. Slick juices began to pour from her pussy, and the dry tightness turned wet in no time at all.
"Ahn! Aaahn! Haaah! Hnngh! Aaahn! Haaaahn!"
Moans of pleasure, not pain, spilled from her lips.
"Just like a filthy slave slut. Already soaked, huh?"
Jung Hoyoung looked down at her with a gaze of pure contempt. In that instant, Yu Seoyeon felt a jolt of electric pleasure. Her pussy clenched hard around his cock.
"Keep that mouth shut properly."
Even as he gave the order, he seized her massive breast in his right hand and gripped her thigh with his left — then slammed his hips even harder.
"Hmph! Mmph! Nngh! Haaat! Haaamph! Hahk!"
Every time his hips crashed forward, Yu Seoyeon's body writhed and shuddered, her right hand still clamped over her mouth. The pleasure of that massive cock spearing through her pussy and pounding her womb. The pain of his hand crushing her breast as if it might burst. Caught in a feast of pure pleasure and pain transmuted into pleasure, she felt a climax so intense it threatened to blow her mind apart.
But everything that begins must end.
Jung Hoyoung buried his cock so deep that her womb was shoved upward — and came hard, flooding her in thick, pulsing spurts.
"Haaaaaahn!"
Yu Seoyeon let out a long, drawn-out moan as his semen hammered against her womb and filled her insides. She climaxed, squirting her juices in shuddering bursts.
When he pulled out, her pussy clung to his cock with sticky reluctance, as if begging it not to leave. She couldn't stop it from slipping free.
"Allow me to clean you, Master."
Yu Seoyeon opened her mouth, her face expressionless, and swallowed his cock. Using her tongue and lips, she thoroughly cleaned every trace of semen and juices clinging to it. Then she pressed her lips to the tip and sucked out what remained, swallowing the mixture gathered in her mouth. Finally she pulled out a wet wipe and finished the cleanup, polishing him until he was spotless.
But Jung Hoyoung's cock was still rock-hard.
"Would you like to use my mouth or my throat? Or... my pussy again?"
"No time."
He pulled up his underwear and pants and walked straight out.
Once he was gone, Yu Seoyeon scooped the semen out of her pussy with her fingers, put on a sanitary pad, and pulled her panties back up. She peeled off the torn pantyhose, put on a fresh pair, and smoothed out her rumpled dress shirt and H-line skirt. Then, under her stealth skill, she slipped out of the men's restroom.
It's definitely different.
Using Yu Seoyeon's pussy to blow one load had taken the edge off the sexual hunger that had been boiling over, unbearable only moments before.
Is it because I satisfied my lust and desire yesterday?
That was probably it. Yesterday, even sixteen rounds hadn't been enough. Today he'd only come once, and already he could suppress his lust and desire far more easily than the day before.
Well — when Yu Seoyeon had asked if he wanted her mouth, her throat, or her pussy again? He'd wanted to throw class, his plan to get close to Kim Woobin, everything out the window and just bury his cock in her throat and her cunt and fuck her brains out.
But I was able to control it well enough.
It wasn't like yesterday, when his reason had gone numb in an instant. Besides, if he wanted to satisfy his desires, he needed to get close to Kim Woobin.
"You're back?"
Kim Woobin waved at Jung Hoyoung with a bright, beaming smile.
What an idiot.
Anyone could see that Seong Hayan's expression had soured completely.
Probably because Kim Woobin drew a cold, hard line and called their relationship just "friends."
It was a change even a somewhat dense person would have noticed. But Kim Woobin, who had the situational awareness of a brick wall, didn't pick up on Seong Hayan's shift at all.
"Yeah."
"Took you a while. Big business?"
Jung Hoyoung was briefly thrown by the wording. He just agreed lightly and let it slide.
"Yeah, something like that."
"I'm so glad we don't have any practical classes for a while. Practicals scare the hell out of me. See, a while back..."
And then he just kept rambling.
Now I get why this guy never had any friends.
He was completely tone-deaf to other people's feelings, and he'd casually spit out things that made the other person uncomfortable or put them on edge. And that wasn't even the half of it. The second he decided he and Jung Hoyoung were getting close, he launched into an endless monologue about whatever he felt like talking about. He couldn't even keep his own story straight. Earlier he'd said he hated theory classes and loved practicals. Now he was saying practicals scared him.
"Wow, that must've been rough. But... doesn't that have nothing to do with practical classes?"
Jung Hoyoung tried to gently steer the conversation elsewhere.
"No, no. It might seem that way at first, but if you really think about it, they're connected. See, the thing is..."
He was so oblivious he just kept talking about whatever he wanted until the bitter end. And the most absurd part?
Why is this guy digging his own grave?
The story he was so excitedly telling was about Kim Woobin's own most humiliating personal secrets. If it had been Jung Hoyoung, he wouldn't have mentioned any of it to another living soul — he'd have been too mortified to even think about it. And yet Kim Woobin kept going, even as Seong Hayan jabbed him in the side, frantically signaling him to shut up.
"What's wrong? Oh, Hayan, you've heard this so many times you're bored, huh? But Hoyoung hasn't! Where was I? Right, second year of middle school. So basically..."
He didn't notice a thing.
Right. This is how he always was.
If you stripped away the packaging of a protagonist so kind and pure it bordered on stupidity? He was just a moron. You could call him an idiot and it wouldn't even be unfair.
As the protagonist, he was supposed to grow stronger through all kinds of Opportunities, fall into relationships with beautiful heroines, and gradually shed that pathetic quality. But it never disappeared completely. That trademark cluelessness, the unique brand of stupidity and patheticness that would pop out now and then — he was the kind of guy who'd leave you choking on secondhand frustration at regular intervals.
The current Kim Woobin hadn't obtained a single Opportunity, and he hadn't become lovers with any of the heroines. So maybe it was only natural that he was showing this side of himself.
You just stay exactly like that from now on.
He couldn't kill him — there were times he'd be useful — but there was no need for Kim Woobin to regain his confidence, and no need for that pathetic quality to fade.
Jung Hoyoung tossed out the occasional agreeable noise at Kim Woobin's rambling. That alone was enough for the stupid, pathetic, acne-faced, four-eyed pig to treat Jung Hoyoung like his closest friend in the world.
And when the lectures were finally over—
"Wanna grab dinner together? We can have a drink, too."
Kim Woobin was the one who invited him. At those words, Seong Hayan's face crumpled in utter dismay. And of course, the hopelessly oblivious Kim Woobin didn't notice a thing.
If I weren't here, Kim Woobin and Seong Hayan would've had dinner and drinks just the two of them.
From Seong Hayan's perspective, Jung Hoyoung was nothing more than an interloper who'd wedged himself between her and Kim Woobin. Maybe that was why she shot him a desperate look, silently begging him to refuse.
Jung Hoyoung was not Kim Woobin, and of course he understood exactly what that look meant.
"Sure, sounds good."
He pretended not to notice and accepted the invitation.
Like I'd step aside for anyone's sake.
If he had bowed out, nothing particularly noteworthy would have happened. On top of that, Kim Woobin was a monk who worshipped premarital abstinence — a eunuch in all but name.
But still.
You're already mine.
Seong Hayan's wishes didn't matter in the slightest. The moment Jung Hoyoung decided to steal her from Kim Woobin, she ceased to be Kim Woobin's and became his. He had no intention of allowing what was his to spend a pleasant, happy evening with another man.
And if the difficulty of acquiring Kim Woobin's friendship — the key to the Become His Best Friend Project — was this pathetically low...
I could be his best friend in about a week.
And after that incident — cooking Seong Hayan would become even easier.