Chocolate Milk's Lewd Providence
Strong luck intervenes in matters of sex.
“Urk!”
A girl slamming her head against a utility pole, puking her guts out nonstop. It was Yoo Ji-kyeong, the freshman he'd seen at the bar with Baek Jeong-gi.
Yoo Ji-kyeong... it's been a while.
He had chatted with Yoo Ji-kyeong several times before his regression. They'd ended up dropping formalities at some point, and especially in their senior year, they'd shared cigarettes or grabbed cheap campus food together a few times.
Before the regression, Seo Joo-hwan and Yoo Ji-kyeong had an ambiguous relationship. Definitely not lovers, but calling them just friends felt off too. They'd sometimes pour out hidden frustrations and console each other, but after graduation, he'd been the one to cut contact first. All because of that endless string of misfortunes. Paradoxically, the closer they got, the less he wanted to burden her.
Seo Joo-hwan rubbed the corner of his eye as he watched her. Her nickname suddenly came to mind.
She was famous as a 'fox.'
Of course, it wasn't in a good way. 'Fox' was the mildest, sanitized version people could say out loud. Behind her back, it ranged from 'crazy bitch' to 'slut,' 'man-eater,' 'revolving door,' and worse.
Of course, she hadn't started out that way. If anything, Yoo Ji-kyeong was what you'd call an 'in-crowd' type. From the start of freshman year right up to the latter half of junior year, she mingled effortlessly with guys and girls alike. She wasn't drop-dead gorgeous or anything, but her lively personality and cute vibe made her pretty popular.
But toward the end of junior year, something happened, and she got pushed out of the group, left wandering alone. That's when their paths crossed with loser Seo Joo-hwan.
Is the Lust Quest pointing to Yoo Ji-kyeong?
The timing was too perfect—the fourth Lust Quest, Sweet Love - Dating, popping up just as he ran into her. And then that blessing message appearing like it was waiting. It wasn't a stretch to connect the dots.
“Cough! Urk!”
Yoo Ji-kyeong, who seemed to have calmed a bit, started dry-heaving again. Even leaning against the pole, she wobbled precariously.
“...Still, we've got history.”
Seo Joo-hwan dismissed the quest window and approached her. In some ways, she had deeper ties with him than Jeong Ha-yeon or Lee Seok-chan. To be brutally honest, back before the regression, she was the only person from his college days he could call a friend. Though he had no idea what she'd thought of him back then...
“Hey, you okay?”
“Urk!”
“Don't hold it in—just puke it all out. Want me to rub your back?”
“Urk! Cough!”
She didn't seem in any state to answer. Seo Joo-hwan placed his hand on her back. Activating Holy Touch, he stroked it for about a minute, and surprisingly, she improved quickly.
Much calmer now, Yoo Ji-kyeong blinked her hazy eyes up at him. In a slow drawl, she asked,
“Who... are you...?”
“Don't you remember? We saw each other at school today.”
“...PubCon?”
He nodded. But Yoo Ji-kyeong still shook her head like she couldn't place him.
“Hm. What about at the bar earlier?”
“...Oh. That... 13th-year sunbae?”
Seo Joo-hwan gave a wry smile and nodded. Guess it was the year that stuck more than the name.
“Cough. Hi. I'm Yoo Ji-kyeong, 16th year.”
Even wobbling, she bowed awkwardly. Flustered, Seo Joo-hwan quickly steadied her.
“Don't do that. I'm just higher in years—I'm a first-year too, no different from a freshman.”
“Still...”
“It's fine, really. You're making me uncomfortable.”
She finally nodded after he insisted. Or maybe she just didn't have the brainpower left to argue. The puking had stopped, but the booze still had her swaying with glassy eyes.
Yoo Ji-kyeong teetered unsteadily in place before leaning right into him. Her eyes half-closed, she looked ready to pass out on the spot.
“Hey, Yoo Ji-kyeong?”
“Sleepy...”
“You gotta get home. Home. I'll take you. Where do you live?”
“......”
No response now. Her body went fully limp, practically melting into him.
“What a pain.”
Seo Joo-hwan sighed deeply. Now what?
“...Sorry, gotta do this.”
He slipped his hand into her pocket. Fishing for her phone meant unavoidably groping a bit. He checked the other side before finally finding it.
“Ugh, pattern lock.”
Yoo Ji-kyeong's phone used a pattern. No fingerprint or face ID registered—just the one pattern.
“Oh, right, emergency shortcut. Damn, no dice.”
What kind of girl doesn't even set up emergency calls? No way to reach family now. No other options.
In the end, he hoisted her onto his back.
“Ngh.”
A short groan escaped. She looked under 160cm, but damn, she was heavier than expected. At least OT week meant light luggage—no unbearable weight.
Good thing I've been hitting the gym.
With his old flabby body, he'd be sweating bullets. Thanks to all that fashion-muscle training, piggybacking her was no big deal.
...Nice firm ass.
Supporting her slipping form meant unavoidably grabbing her thighs and butt. Plump flesh clung perfectly to his hands. And with just stockings under her skirt, it was basically bare skin.
Better hurry.
Seo Joo-hwan shook his head to clear the thoughts. What was he thinking about his old loser buddy from before the regression?
“Hup. Girls shouldn't get this wasted. Gonna chew her out when she wakes up.”
He readjusted her on his back, muttering to himself. Good thing her place wasn't far.
*
Meanwhile, ten minutes before Seo Joo-hwan left.
Baek Jeong-gi was in high spirits. Looking at Yoo Ji-kyeong slumped against him like she might collapse any second, he smirked.
Luck's on my side from day one.
Just hours ago, he'd been cursing his luck, and now a prime cut rolls in.
That motherfucker.
A 13th-year acting like a freshman. He'd bowed exaggeratedly in front of the newbies on purpose. Humbling himself to throw the guy off—no downside. If Seo Joo-hwan accepted the formality, it'd paint him as stiff; if he brushed it off like bros, that worked too.
But the bastard zigged when he zagged. Overpowered him with raw strength, left him flustered and pinned. His collarbone and knuckles still throbbed.
Insufferable prick.
Pulling that power move then playing humble? So goddamn annoying. And calling him 'hoobae-nim' to drill in the hierarchy—pure high-level play. He'd get revenge on Seo Joo-hwan someday.
But right now, priority was the girl stuck to his side.
“Ji-kyeong-ah, you good?”
“Ung... My stomach's killing me...”
Yoo Ji-kyeong whined, face scrunched. Baek Jeong-gi grinned and pulled her closer. She staggered into him.
Freshmen are easy pickings.
Running into Seo Joo-hwan sucked, but scoring on day one? Jackpot. Take her home or to hers and seal the deal.
Baek Jeong-gi eyed her lecherously, then smacked his lips thinking of the other girls.
That Jang So-jeong bitch was hotter.
He'd stacked the group with lookers, but Jang So-jeong had that extra sexy vibe. A 21-year-old late-bloomer freshman—experienced-looking, easy mark. Nope, total bust. She dodged drinking games like a pro, impossible to get loaded.
Plan B: Yoo Ji-kyeong, the easiest target. Sucked at games, simple to get wasted. She'd overdone it more than expected, total blackout drunk. Didn't matter to him.
She's not bad.
Not his usual type—chubby and fleshy—but cute face. Hide the chub, lose some weight, she'd outshine Jang So-jeong. Decent tits too. Pretending to support her, he draped an arm over her shoulder for a peek. Every wobble, her breast brushed his hand. At least B-cup, he'd guess.
Then Yoo Ji-kyeong suddenly dry-heaved.
“Urk!”
“Wha—hey! No puking!”
Baek Jeong-gi recoiled in horror. He'd worn pricey threads—vomit would ruin them. Shoes too.
“Urk!”
“Shit. What now? Ji-kyeong-ah, you okay?”
“Ugh... Sorry. My stomach's really bad...”
“Hangover cure? Want me to grab some?”
“...Yeah.”
“What?”
“Chocolate milk. That fixes me right up...”
Baek Jeong-gi's face twisted.
Picky pig.
But couldn't show his hand before closing. He nodded.
“Got it. Hang tight? I'll be quick.”
“Yeah...”
“Don't go anywhere?”
“Okay... urk!”
“Ugh, coming right back!”
Baek Jeong-gi backed off, then bolted for the convenience store. The one inside was the wrong way from his place—faster to hit the main street.
“Huff huff. Fuckin' hell. All this for a quick fuck.”
He grumbled but hustled. Better than paying for pros—might even score a girlfriend or FWB.
Ten minutes later, fueled by horniness, Baek Jeong-gi returned from the store.
“...What? Where'd she go?”
All that greeted him was presumed puke from Yoo Ji-kyeong.
“Son of a bitch!”
His curse echoed into the night.
— Who the fuck is that! Shut up!
*
“Hm?”
Seo Joo-hwan thought he heard cursing somewhere. He glanced back, clucking his tongue at the 'shut up' yell.
“Hup.”
He sat Yoo Ji-kyeong on the bed. She started toppling, so he caught her and stripped off her jacket—spew had splattered it. Checked her other clothes were clean, then laid her down.
“Whew, exhausting. Sleep it off.”
Rolling his shoulders, he headed out again. To grab smokes from the nearby convenience store.
“One Alboro Hybrid Omilly... Oh, hold up.”
Mid-order, he excused himself, grabbed a drink from the back: Cana Chocolate Milk.
She loved this stuff most.
He remembered her always chugging them. Once, just the two of them drinking, she'd bought two and shared one.
Seo Joo-hwan chuckled, setting it on the counter.
Buying it for her post-regression, huh.
*
“Ung... Dizzy...”
Yoo Ji-kyeong cracked her heavy eyelids, then slammed them shut again. Opening them intensified the spins—stomach churning.
She lay there a few minutes.
“......”
Then... a shhh like running water. Ears perking, she bolted up in shock.
“Urk!”
Sitting up too fast flipped her gut. Dry heave only—nothing came up. Calming her stomach, she scanned the room.
“...Where am I?”
Definitely not her place. She could tell that much, even with the new studio.
“Oh, his place?”
Memories trickled back as her head cleared. That senior named Baek Jeong-gi. Drank with MT groupies, sucked at games, chugged way too much. Rookie mistake—her place was school-adjacent, no pacing her intake.
After, she could barely stand. Baek Jeong-gi said he'd walk her home. Smirking, copping feels at her chest—obvious intentions.
...So he's showering to do it?
She hadn't shoved him off, despite clocking it. Partly too wasted to resist, but mostly... his handsome face appealed. Truth? She wanted sex. His sneaky touches had her heating up.
Yoo Ji-kyeong pondered.
What to do? Pretend to sleep?
Let him pounce while 'asleep'—easiest. But showing her unwashed body? Embarrassing. She wasn't confident in her figure as-is; stinking too? No way.
Stink? Oh god!
Memory hit: puking on the pole. Throat hurt now, and her breath? Nasty.
Shit. Now what.
Pretending asleep was out. No way she'd fuck smelling like puke. Especially as a virgin. Her historic deflowering day, reeking of vomit? Hell no.
Yoo Ji-kyeong slipped carefully off the bed. Still drunk-wobbly, but feet on floor helped the dizziness.
Opening the door, her eyes went wide.
What? Why so spacious? Penthouse?
Come to think, a door to a bathroom was weird. College studios were usually one-rooms—no extra doors besides the toilet.
“Whoa... Two rooms? Balcony's huge.”
Baek Jeong-gi must be loaded. Explained the lavish bar tabs.
Then—
Creeeak.
A living room door opened. Out stepped a tall, buck-naked guy.
“Kyaa!”
Yoo Ji-kyeong screamed, slapping hands over her face. Peeking through spread fingers, she saw his nude form. One hand clamped her nose next.
Eek! Nosebleed incoming!
First real-life naked dude. And way sexier than imagined. Chiseled muscles unlike a girl's, sharp six-pack, trailing down to that tantalizing pubic bone and... his manhood.
Yoo Ji-kyeong swallowed hard.
Whoa, huge...
Limp, and still longer than her middle finger. What would that feel like inside? She swallowed again.
Then he covered with a towel. Regret hit as she finally looked up.
His face.
Yoo Ji-kyeong's eyes bulged. In a flustered squeak,
“Wh-who... Seo Joo-hwan sunbae?”