Huh Ye-jin, the Girl with the Killer Smile
Huh Ye-jin had really big tits. Way bigger than Ahn Hye-yeon's, so thick they bulged out even over her clothes. That's why me and all the other guys kept sneaking peeks at her chest over and over. I already had a thing for big boobs, but even though Ye-jin hung out with those delinquents, she was always sweet to me.
"Kwangwoon-ah, lend me your gym clothes!"
"Mine are too big; they won't fit."
"What're you talking about~? Bigger's better, right?"
She wasn't drop-dead gorgeous, but she smiled a lot, which made her face look soft and approachable. She smiled even more at me and teased me plenty, so at some point, just hearing her talk to me made my mood lift and my heart race. She was different from those girls who giggled next to the guys beating me up, pretending to be tough along with them. At least Ye-jin never laughed when I got hit—that alone made me like her.
"Huh Ye-jin, what'd you do? Your gym clothes reek of sweat."
"I wore 'em to gym class—what else? And it's my sweat smell; you don't like it?"
"...Nah, I like it."
"Whoa, you perv. Don't get hard on me."
"What? Aren't you getting hard too?"
"Hey, look at the face level of the guys I hang with. All total hotties—think there's any dicks there?"
Everything about Ye-jin was great, but I hated when she teased me about being a virgin. She'd start conversations, look out for me, but when she got bored, bam—"virgin." It pissed me off sometimes.
"Next time, borrow gym clothes from your boyfriend."
"I don't have one?"
"Hotties like you guys probably date each other."
"I said no boyfriend."
"Fine."
"What, you mad?"
"......."
"Kwangwoonie, don't be suuuch a pouty baby~."
When I got sulky, Ye-jin would hug me from behind. The heavy, squishing feel of her huge tits against my back melted away my hurt feelings and anger. Big tits are amazing. They can calm even the fiercest rage, like a massive gust snuffing out a blaze.
"Lend me your gym clothes from now on too, okay?"
"......."
"Okaaaay?"
"...Maybe if you hug me more."
"You like my hugs?"
"...Yeah."
"Aww, so cute!"
Even knowing my pervy intentions, Ye-jin played along like she couldn't resist. And not just then—she'd link arms with me during chats or press her tits against my arm. That warm sensation made my heart flutter. I wanted to do more together, spend more time, but she had her own crew. The ones who beat me up and messed with me. Go Jin-hyuk and Ahn Hye-yeon's delinquent gang, infamous for shaking people down and getting wasted on booze and smokes. I was one of their regular punching bags. They said hitting civilians got their dads in trouble, so they'd laugh it off, then call me a lanky retard and beat the shit out of me.
That made it hard to hang with Ye-jin outside their circle, and I figured she sure as hell wasn't a virgin.
"Hey! You still a virgin?"
It was graduation day, the year we turned twenty. Well, right after the ceremony, when everyone had cleared out, Ye-jin called me to a quiet corner. I'd hoped for something special since it was graduation and she was moving away soon. But right up to the end, she was busy teasing me about being a virgin. I was pretty disappointed and snapped back curtly.
"Yeah, I am."
"Heh! Virgin freak... No girl's ever given you any?"
"I'll only do it with a girl who likes me."
"Dumbass, where's one of those?"
"Dunno."
"Probably some blind bitch."
"Don't talk like that."
I glared, and she flinched. Then she gave an awkward smile, punched my shoulder playfully, and said,
"Is our Kwangwoonie mad? Want sis to hug it out?"
"No thanks."
"Aww, why noot~? Kwangwoon, you go crazy for my tits."
"I said no!"
I shook off her arm completely, and Ye-jin looked shocked. After she teased me, now she was shocked? It felt like more bullshit, so I didn't even look at her.
"F-Fine, got it."
Ye-jin grabbed my arm again. Her hand was shaking.
"Hurt 'cause I called you a virgin? Then just lose it and we're good."
She giggled and whispered,
"Want sis to pop it for ya?"
Hearing her offer it up so easily was a letdown.
"No one's around here. I know—Ahn Hye-yeon fucks here all the time..."
"You too?"
"Huh?"
"You fuck here all the time too?"
"No, just sometimes..."
"Sometimes fuck?"
"What do you care if I fuck here or not?"
My aggressive tone finally pissed off even Ye-jin. Her sharp voice sent a chill down my spine.
"I'm offering to pop your cherry. Even if I do, you're still bitching."
"No thanks, don't need it."
"Don't need it? Why?"
"'Cause I'll only give my first to a girl who says she likes me."
"...I'm offering to pop it."
"No. You're not a virgin anyway."
Harsh words. They hurt me as much as they hurt her. But once I started being a dick, my mouth kept going.
"Even if you were a virgin, you don't like me anyway. No thanks. Hate you talking like it's some Dongdaemun market deal."
"......."
"Go home."
I wished she'd stay.
"For real?"
"Yeah, go."
Thinking back on that day always makes me cringe, my face burning.
"Kwangwoon-ah, I'm moving tomorrow night, so we might not see each other much after."
"......."
"...Want my number at least?"
Only then did I realize we'd never exchanged numbers. But some stupid pride kept making me ignore her.
"...Fine, take care."
Ye-jin walked away from me. Before she vanished completely, she apologized.
"Sorry for teasing you about being a virgin."
"...Hmph."
"...Sorry."
That was the last time I saw Ye-jin. The next day, Ahn Hye-yeon messaged me. Ye-jin had died from drinking too much. Figured she'd go out like a true delinquent, so I skipped the funeral and even the cremation hall. One corner of my heart felt empty and stinging, but I rationalized it: she was bad news, deserved that thug ending.
About six months passed like that. Then I killed my dad after he fought with Mom over wanting to see her. Sold his corpse, tried buying a girl on the secondhand market but it went to shit, blew all my money, ended up with discarded trash Ahn Hye-yeon. When I ditched her, Go Jin-hyuk raged at me. Said I was getting revenge because he'd popped Ye-jin's cherry and passed her around.
First I'd heard of it.
"Yeah, Go Jin-hyuk popped Huh Ye-jin's cherry first and tossed her to the other guys."
I dragged Hye-yeon back just to confirm and torture her for it. And it was true.
"Why'd they do it?"
"'Cause she was hitting on you."
"Huh?"
"She defended you subtly, flirted openly, pissed off Jin-hyuk. Unlike me or the other girls, she wouldn't drink and fuck, so he snapped."
She'd really been a virgin.
"Did Ye-jin like me?"
"...Seemed like it."
Then why didn't she say so? Truth is, I liked her too. Ugly or not, she took care of me—I liked her a lot.
"If they gangbanged her, why'd she die?"
"She resisted sex, got gut-punched by Jin-hyuk, passed around by the guys, then they shoved a full bottle of soju up her ass. What was it? Acute alcohol poisoning? Hilarious. Hospital said she died from one soju bottle. Jukyuk Juyeon wanted to try, so Jin-hyuk got a fresh one and jammed the whole thing in."
"......."
"Her ass up in the air getting reamed was hilarious."
"Ahn Hye-yeon, wanna try dying like that?"
"You've already only popped my ass cherry."
Even while I tortured her, Hye-yeon glared at me defiantly.
"You fucking asshole, I said I wanted to be your girl, and now you're torturing me? You're a dick. I would've told you everything if you'd just asked..."
Then she started crying.
"You dick, you're just like Jin-hyuk. All sweet talk when you want some, then eat and ghost? I really liked your cock...!"
"Whatever. Where's Go Jin-hyuk's place?"
"Whatever my ass!"
"Hye-yeon-ah, you're an accomplice in killing Ye-jin. Don't play dumb."
"Ugh... W-what're you gonna do?"
"Get revenge."
"Revenge?"
If I'd fucked Ye-jin on graduation day, she wouldn't have died the next. Might've died by my dad's hand instead, but at least not with a soju bottle up her ass like some pathetic slut.
"Why get revenge?"
"'Cause I fought with her that day and skipped the funeral and cremation. Feels shitty."
"...Not sorry to me?"
"Why would I be sorry to you?"
"Forget it, you retard. What was I even hoping for."
Her eyes were teary, but naked with my cum leaking from her ass, it just turned me on. Gurgle—her stomach growled. Full of my cum but still hungry, huh.
"Want me to make food?"
"You?"
"Yeah, I cooked at home. Fried rice okay?"
Hye-yeon thought for a sec and nodded.
"Yeah, I'll eat."
Luckily, the fridge had eggs and stuff. Leftover rice in the cooker, so spam fried rice with kimchi would do.
"Wait here; I'll whip something up."
"Why're you suddenly all domestic and shit."
As I grabbed the frying pan, a question popped up.
"Hye-yeon-ah."
"What."
"If I came a soju bottle's worth in your ass, could you die from acute cum poisoning?"
"Like hell, you psycho!!!!"
Why's she mad? Never tried it anyway.
...Or has she? Maybe she has, didn't die, so that's why.
Fuckin' sloppy whore.