Exam Period (3): The Moment the Tattoo on the Back of His Hand Glowed
The tattoo on the back of his hand glowed once more.
"Run, run!"
Loud shouts echoed from behind the athletic field where the shuttle bus was waiting. The buildings near the field housed the computer engineering and electrical engineering departments—engineering majors, through and through.
"Hey! The bus is here! Run faster!"
"Run, run, run!"
"We're leaving latecomers behind!"
"Anyone who misses it, make your way to the Sam-palpogu bar on your own! You know we start with a shot of penalty drink, right?"
Sure enough, turning around revealed a horde of burly, dark-skinned guys sprinting like madmen. Yoo So-jeong gulped, her face paling at the sight.
"Eek. It's already packed with people..."
"Give up. They're determined to board no matter what."
The bus doors opened soon after, and students began climbing aboard one by one. Amid the chaos, the sweaty dudes finally arrived and crammed themselves inside.
"Dude, squeeze in further!"
"It's tight, you maniac. Can't you see it's full of people?"
"Ugh, these guys are such a nuisance. Sorry, sorry on their behalf!"
"Students! Sorry, but no more room! Take the next bus!"
The commotion died down only after the driver shut the doors. Yoo So-jeong groaned amid the sardine-can interior.
"Ugh. So cramped."
"Hey, we made it on—that's something."
"True that."
Seo Joo-hwan and Yoo So-jeong, stuck toward the back, couldn't snag seats and had to stand. Suddenly pressed right up against each other, they exchanged awkward smiles.
Yoo So-jeong soon peered over his shoulder and whispered softly.
"Still, thanks to you, oppa, it's kinda comfy for me. If it were the other way around..."
"I'm dying here—wanna switch?"
"Eww, no way. You're built like a tank, so be my shield."
"Sheesh. What does my size have to do with it? You should be the shield for your department senior."
"Whoa."
Yoo So-jeong let out a mock gasp of disbelief, then giggled. He chuckled too, since it was just banter anyway. Truth be told, there wasn't even space to swap.
That's when the tattoo on the back of his hand glowed again. At the same moment, the bus lurched violently.
"Kyaaah!"
"Ugh!"
The standing students tumbled like bean sprouts in a basket, screaming as they piled to one side.
"Sorry, students! The bus ahead swerved weirdly..."
The driver apologized loudly. Meanwhile, Seo Joo-hwan got shoved even tighter against Yoo So-jeong, ending up in an unintentionally embarrassing position. His arm had somehow slipped right between the strap of her crossbody bag and her chest.
Yoo So-jeong glanced down at his arm wedged between her breasts and blinked up at him.
"Pervert."
Injustice!
"No, So-jeong, this is... sorry, but it's not on purpose."
"I'm gonna tell the whole department you groped my boobs, oppa."
"Hey, hey, that's... huh? Wait, your hand's in a weird spot too?"
"Eek?"
Yoo So-jeong fidgeted with a weird squeak. In the cramped bus, with her shoulders hunched, her arm was wedged right between his legs. Seo Joo-hwan instinctively tried to pull his hips back, but there wasn't an inch to move.
He grimaced and said,
"Hey, hey. Stop moving your hand."
"Eep. Sorry. I didn't realize."
"Then pull it out."
"You pull your arm out first, oppa."
"Can't you see it's too tight to move?"
"Same here?"
They stared at each other with hilariously twisted expressions. Then, finding the situation ridiculous, they burst into breathy laughter.
"What is this, some comic?" Yoo So-jeong said in disbelief.
"...Yeah."
Seo Joo-hwan replied half-heartedly, thinking of the tattoo on his hand. If anything, he was the cause of this mess.
Then Yoo So-jeong giggled and called to him.
"But oppa."
"Yeah?"
"Pfft-haha."
"Why're you laughing like that?"
Perplexed, he asked, and she licked her lips with a sly expression before whispering,
"Oppa, you're huge, huh?"
"...That's sexual harassment, you know?"
"Pfft. If you're gonna say that, pull your arm out."
"You first."
"Sigh. Then just stay... Oppa, why's it getting bigger?"
"...Physiological response."
Averting his eyes, Seo Joo-hwan answered, and Yoo So-jeong giggled again at whatever amused her. But she suddenly widened her eyes in shock at his growing bulge.
She whispered in surprise,
"What'd you stuff in your pants pocket? A wrench?"
"Who the hell carries that in their pocket?"
"Heard some engineering guys do."
"I'm in the same department as you. Hey, hey, I said stop moving your hand."
"It's numb from being squished."
Yoo So-jeong grumbled, looking away. But Seo Joo-hwan eyed her suspiciously through narrowed lids. Her hand, trapped between his legs, was slyly shifting until her whole palm pressed fully against his dick.
Some excuse.
He felt it was unfair. Sure, he could feel the swell of her breasts accentuated by the bag strap against his forearm, but he couldn't move freely either. His other arm was equally pinned in the tight space.
If only I could move my hand, I'd activate the skill and make her cum right here in the bus.
Curious about Yoo So-jeong's status window, he wondered. At that instant, Lucy popped it up.
Phallophilia (phallophilia) is an obsession with massive cocks. Master's is on the rarer, bigger side even in Korea, so it's sparked interest where there was none.
That said, her affection was lower than expected. Sure, D+ meant some basic friendliness, but it was way below what he'd guessed.
I thought we got pretty close during MT.
He'd been in the same group as Yoo So-jeong during membership training, even done love shots. They'd chatted often since, so he'd figured at least C.
People with Ladylike Facade talents are impossible to read.
He'd learned from checking various status windows that talents influenced personality. Those with "Ladylike Facade" were quick on the uptake and great at hiding their true feelings.
That was the thought when—
Master, Yoo So-jeong's affection has risen to C. Likely due to the fetish influence.
By now, Seo Joo-hwan's dick had swelled from semi-hard to fully erect. Yoo So-jeong kept subtly stroking his crotch.
To him, she didn't seem in her right mind either. Big dick matching her taste or not, this was a bus.
Is it 'cause I'm hot now? Mirrors have been fun lately.
He knew he'd become quite the looker. But after a lifetime as an ugly duckling, he still didn't fully register his looks in daily life. He even startled himself in mirrors sometimes.
Knead, knead.
Silent, he let her keep fiddling. Her increasingly bold hand seemed ready to unzip him. Seo Joo-hwan ducked his head, bonking her lightly.
"Ow."
"Cut it out, perv."
"Huh? What'd I do? Pervert's too much."
"Pfft."
"Tch. Impotent much?"
Her pouty lips grew more outrageous by the second.
"You grope me and say that?"
"...Am I wrong?"
Muttering, Yoo So-jeong looked up with challenging eyes. Seo Joo-hwan chuckled in disbelief, shaking his head slightly.
So-jeong's pretty cute, though.
She wasn't a knockout, but her oval face was adorably smooth. Her single ponytail suited her, and her slender neck drew the eye. Still, after unintentionally encountering so many beauties, he felt little stir.
Not that he'd turn down free cake. So he said,
"Later. Not on a bus."
"Hmph. When's later? Opportunities like this don't come easy."
"If not, then it's a shame."
Who'd regret it more was unclear. He smirked leisurely, and she frowned.
"Thought you weren't living up to your looks..."
"And?"
"Now you seem like a total Casanova. Kinda sleazy."
"Pfft. Think what you want."
"Eww, total sleaze. Did Ha-yeon unnie dump you?"
"...What?"
Seo Joo-hwan blinked in surprise. The sudden question threw him.
Yoo So-jeong glanced slyly, then asked with keen interest.
"I mean, rumors say Ha-yeon unnie dumped you, but now it seems like you dumped her."
"Sheesh. Why's everyone so nosy about others' love lives?"
"C'mon. You'd be curious too if it were someone else."
Hm. Fair point—he couldn't argue.
He shook his head lightly.
"She dumped me."
"Whoa, really?"
He nodded again. Yoo So-jeong's response was wild.
"So unnie was just playing you? That's true?"
"......"
Seo Joo-hwan's face soured.
No, what the fuck? What kinda bullshit rumor is this?
He had no idea how such nonsense spread.