After the Sixty-Nine Gray Shadow Showers
After finishing the Sixty-Nine Gray Shadow Showers, Seo Joo-hwan gazed at Yoo Ji-kyeong, sprawled limply on the bed. Exhaustion radiated from her entire body in the wake of their intense session. He checked the message floating before his eyes.
Algophilia: Sexual arousal from experiencing pain. He'd nailed the targeted fetish. Proof positive: Yoo Ji-kyeong's ass was glowing bright red.
'Hope her ass stays just like this even if she loses weight later.'
The feel of it had been so damn good, the thought just popped into his head. Who would've thought he'd find joy in spanking a woman's ass? The way it snugly wrapped around his palm was exquisite. He'd gotten carried away in the heat of the moment and gone a bit overboard. Seo Joo-hwan placed his hand on her heated cheek, and she flinched.
He gave a wry smile. "No more spanking."
A moment later, Yoo Ji-kyeong grumbled poutily. "...Oppa, you're a total asshole."
"What?"
"A trashy woman-beater."
"Hey, anyone overhearing that would get the wrong idea. You liked it too."
"Bad guy! Idiot! Trash! Demon!"
"Oh ho. Who was it begging for more?"
"I don't remember!"
"Okay then. No more from now on?"
"......"
Yoo Ji-kyeong lifted her face from the pillow and glared at him, her eyes dripping with injustice. Seo Joo-hwan snorted dismissively.
"What."
"......"
"I don't wanna anyway if you don't like it. Not keen on being called trash over it either."
"...Jeez. You're such a jerk."
"Pfft haha. Why're you so cute today?"
Seo Joo-hwan reached out, pinched her cheek, and stretched it. The plump flesh stretched like mochi. In a deliberately gentle tone, he said, "Ji-kyeong, if you really hate it, just say so. I won't get mad. Don't wanna force anything you don't like."
"You're awful."
"I thought you were enjoying it too. Wasn't I right?"
Yoo Ji-kyeong averted her gaze and muttered softly, "It was good, but..."
Truth be told, she knew it deep down. Sure, the lingering sting made her grumble, but getting spanked in doggy style had brought a thrilling rush she'd never felt before. She'd just been thrown off by the extreme new experience, slowly uncovering a hidden side of herself.
Still, she screamed internally, 'But that's too pervy!'
Even with her open mind, accepting her masochistic streak wasn't easy. She was caught in real-time conflict between her common sense and innate desires. She'd been all in during the act, but now sage mode had hit hard.
Seo Joo-hwan summoned a healing glow in his hand and gently caressed her ass. The inflamed skin slowly calmed.
"Ji-kyeong, don't overthink it. Maybe we're just a perfect match?"
"Dunno. Don't talk to me."
"I only realized today I had that side too. Sorry if I went too hard."
It wasn't entirely new—he'd sensed hints before. But today confirmed it, and his apology was sincere. Even he thought beating it that red was excessive.
'Good thing I had the skill, or it'd have been bad.'
He'd need to dial it back next time.
"Ji-kyeong."
"...Yeah."
"Just think about it. I'm fine without doing it like today. Not obsessed or anything."
True enough. He might miss it a little, but not enough to push if she hated it. If his sadism were quantified in the Lust System, it'd be lower-tier.
Seo Joo-hwan kept soothing her ass for a good while. Yoo Ji-kyeong pondered with a complicated expression until the redness faded and she drifted off into a deep sleep.
*
The next day, Seo Joo-hwan and Yoo Ji-kyeong tacitly avoided mentioning the night before, as if by agreement. Instead, she brought up something they'd skipped.
"Oppa, did your dick get bigger? No, it definitely did."
"Uh, huh? Did it?"
Seo Joo-hwan stammered in surprise. Her question hit the mark. Thanks to an item effect over the past few days, he'd bumped it to 18cm and even unlocked the Homewrecker Bang achievement.
"Yeah. It went so deep, I was shocked. Kinda hurt..."
"Did it hurt a lot?"
"Nah, not that much... My ass hurt more. But... yeah. It felt even better."
"Phew, good."
"...You're only twenty-three, right? It's still growing?"
"Whatever, good is good. Better than small, right?"
"True, but... Hmm."
Yoo Ji-kyeong eyed his crotch curiously. Unfazed, Seo Joo-hwan brazenly thrust his hips forward. Sure, the growth was unusual, but it was real—what could she do about it?
'Time to stop lengthening it.'
Making it too long made the girth look lacking by comparison. Next item, he'd thicken it up.
*
With OT week in full swing, lectures passed quietly. Students hadn't bonded yet. The Publishing Content department skewed introverted, so it might take time.
'Once MT hits, it'll get rowdy.'
He'd miss this peace then. For now, he savored it.
After class, Seo Joo-hwan walked down the hill with Jeong Ha-yeon. Lee Seok-chan stayed for MT group prep, and Jang Deok-hoon rushed off for urgent business. Their places were a ten-minute walk from the same three-way intersection.
Nearby was a quiet smoking booth.
"Smoke?"
"Sure."
Smoking there before parting had become routine—sometimes all four, sometimes just him and her.
Seo Joo-hwan lit up casually. Smoking here always gave him an odd vibe. He said suddenly, "First time I saw you was here, right?"
"Yeah? True."
"And the day before enrollment."
"Yep. Never thought we'd meet at school. Same department, even."
"Pfft. I didn't recognize you at first."
"Haha. I was shocked seeing you. Fretted you'd spot me. Got busted quick, though."
People find joy in little things. Bonds too. That quirky connection and shared secret made them fast friends.
"You don't really feel like a girl."
"That's an insult, huh?"
"Nah, just comfy. That's a good thing."
"Hmph."
Jeong Ha-yeon snorted, stubbed her cig, and smiled faintly. Seo Joo-hwan shrugged.
What could he do? It was true.
She chuckled. "Talent show prep done?"
"Perfect."
"Ooh, confident much?"
"Just watch. Me and Kyung-jun'll own the stage."
"You sing? Was gonna hype you even if you sucked."
"Hey, still hype me..."
"Haha, suddenly shy?"
"Don't you know cheer squads are essential?"
They chatted idly, heading into the alley past the intersection. Jeong Ha-yeon said offhand, "Friday night's a waste otherwise. Drinks with the crew?"
"Eh, clouds look rainy. Too lazy to go out."
The sky was unusually overcast, rain imminent. She glanced up and nodded.
"Your place then? You said two rooms—spacious, right?"
"Maybe. I'll call Seok-chan and Deok-hoon."
"Cool. Swinging by home first."
"See ya."
"Yeah."
Jeong Ha-yeon waved and turned. Paths diverged here.
At home, Seo Joo-hwan ordered delivery snacks. Then called Lee Seok-chan.
"Huh? Can't make it tonight."
"Why? Something up?"
"Gotta prep group talent show. Might grab drinks with them after."
"Tch. Guess it's three of us."
"Sorry. Next time. Your place is our hideout."
"Yeah. Get lost."
Lee Seok-chan was out. Next, Jang Deok-hoon—he'd been craving drinks lately, so he'd come.
"Sorry, hyungnim."
"You too? Why."
"Family elder visited. If I leave now, they'll half-kill me for ditching."
Family gathering—no pushing that. And "half-kill" didn't sound like a joke.
"Can't be helped. Next time."
"Sorry. Definitely next time."
"No need to apologize, man. Take care."
"Yes, sir. Have a good one, hyungnim."
Ever-polite Jang Deok-hoon. His speech and build screamed yakuza heir.
"Damn, bummer. Was in the mood."
Seo Joo-hwan smacked his lips, rubbing his eye corner. He'd ordered snacks excitedly, but party over before starting. Two-person drinks felt awkward. He grabbed his phone for Jeong Ha-yeon—but the doorbell rang first.
Opening up, Jeong Ha-yeon held up a bag stuffed with booze, grinning. "I got the drinks. Paying back last time. Might crash if we get wasted? Cool?"
"Uh... yeah, fine. You wiped off your makeup?"
"Huh? Yeah, felt stuffy. Why?"
"Just... you're pretty."
Her bare face compelled the words. Hidden cat-like eyes and cool aura emerged; without blush, her pale skin shone. Glossy lips added a subtle red tint.
Jeong Ha-yeon scowled. "Flattery gets you nowhere. Snacks on you."
Seo Joo-hwan snapped to, grinning sheepishly.
'Doesn't feel like a girl, my ass.'
His earlier words felt embarrassing now. Her makeup-free look erased that thought.
Then it hit him—he'd forgotten something. With a troubled face, he said, "Ha-yeon, big problem."
"Huh?"
"Guys can't make it."
"What? Then this?"
Jeong Ha-yeon blinked at the bag: six soju bottles, three large beers. She'd come loaded for bear—clearly thirsty.
Seo Joo-hwan scratched his eye. "Just us two then?"
She pondered briefly, then nodded.