Chapter 17
Translator - Zofu
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I finished washing my body and returned to the room.
Jeong Se-in seemed to get tired of tit-fucking pretty quickly, so it fizzled out.
I liked it, though. Tsk.
Thanks to that, I had to finish the shower with my dick in a state of ambiguous arousal.
Even though I was satisfied after cumming several times, I couldn't help feeling regretful.
“The senior is gone.”
The senior who had been sprawled on the bed had disappeared.
Since her clothes, which she had left off, were also gone, she seemed to have gone home.
“Don't worry. Senior Miryeong has already become a prisoner of your dick.”
“A prisoner of my dick. Hehe.”
That was a very nice thing to hear.
I thought things like that only came out of erotic comics.
If it's true, what will happen from now on?
If I tell her to spread her legs anytime, will she? If I tell her to make me cum, will she?
Then again, is that going a bit too far?
I haven't experienced it, so I just can't get a feel for it.
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While I was inwardly imagining and feeling pleased, Jeong Se-in put on her panties and lay on the bed.
“Sleep?”
“I have to go out early tomorrow.”
Then she pulled the blanket over her head.
I crawled in quietly next to her.
“Really just sleep?”
“Whatever.”
“Not doing it one more time?”
“I'm tired. And I said it hurts.”
What a waste.
This might all be a dream.
When I wake up, it might be like it never happened.
A stunning beauty lying in my bed is something I might never experience again, so just sleeping like this would be a waste.
I hugged Jeong Se-in from behind sneakily.
While I was at it, I groped her breast too.
“Just sleep. I'll bring a woman tomorrow.”
“...What woman?”
I was intrigued by the talk of bringing another woman.
I pulled my hand away obediently.
“The girl who fought with you.”
“Ugh. Is she okay?”
“She's fine.”
She speaks as if it's natural.
I only have a bad feeling, though.
“No, don't joke. Really?”
“I said she's fine.”
When I shook her, Jeong Se-in pushed me away looking annoyed.
“I... I don't want to die yet....”
“You won't die, so just wash your dick well and wait.”
“Hmm. Since I washed today, I don't have to wash tomorrow, right?”
“Fuck. Wash it properly.”
Eventually she turned over and kicked me with her foot.
It worked out well.
I decided to see her face and hear a bit more of the story.
“What's her name?”
“Gwak Jo-young.”
Come to think of it, the entourage next to us was saying something about Jo-young unnie.
“Gwak-Tight-Young? Does it mean she squeezes tight?”
“Don't say that kind of thing in front of her. If she kills you, I'm just going to stand by and watch.”
“What's the big deal? You make fun of my name too.”
Then Jeong Se-in hugged my head.
I buried my face in Jeong Se-in's chest.
“Juji Wang isn't making fun of it. It's called out of respect.”
“What are you saying?”
Pat, pat.
She patted my back as if putting a disobedient child to sleep.
“That's enough, just sleep. I'm busy tomorrow.”
“I'm not busy at all... and I'm not that sleepy....”
Before I could even grumble.
I fell fast asleep.
* * *
During high school, Gwak Jo-young was a victim of school bullying.
The main cause was her peculiar name.
“Hey! Gwak-Tight-Young!”
Of course, if she herself had a strong personality, she might have fought back.
But Gwak Jo-young couldn't do that.
“Is it Gwak-Tight-Young because she squeezes you there?”
“Ha, don't do that....”
“Slut~!”
Girls easily form groups and establish hierarchy.
And they constantly want to confirm their position.
Strong groups against weak groups, high rank against low rank.
That's why school bullying happens more easily in all-girls schools than co-ed ones.
Gwak Jo-young was a victim of that simple logic.
“Gwak-Tight-Young is living up to her name. Look at her flirting with the teacher.”
There was a popular male teacher at the all-girls school Gwak Jo-young attended.
And Gwak Jo-young was favored by that teacher.
The reason was simple. Her handwriting was pretty.
And that incident sparked the bullying.
Gwak Jo-young was targeted by a female bully group and was bullied for a whole year.
Eventually, the situation grew and a school violence committee was held.
The punishment was 10 days suspension for the ringleader, 3 days for the accomplices.
On the day the ringleader returned, Gwak Jo-young dropped out of school.
She bowed her head for a year, took the GED, and took the CSAT.
She couldn't go to the university she originally wanted to, but she got into a decent women's university.
She entered the women's university with a mindset of a fresh start.
And then she met the school violence ringleader again as a senior.
“Hey! Gwak-Tight-Young!”
It seemed like hell was starting again.
But perhaps because they were adults now, she didn't bully her all the way to university.
“Sorry about back then? Huh?”
The ringleader apologized laughing as if it wasn't a big deal.
She wanted to kill her, but Gwak Jo-young had to endure it.
“It's okay.”
Gwak Jo-young accepted the apology with a forced smile.
She thought she could endure it if she wasn't bullied.
However, the bullying began again.
She didn't know what the cause was.
Maybe because she bowed too low when they met at school, maybe because she replied to texts late, maybe to discipline the juniors as a whole, or maybe just because they were in a bad mood.
The important thing is that the bullying started again.
“Hey. Gwak-Tight-Young. You bitch. Do you think your senior is a joke?”
“No....”
The bullying wasn't directed only at Gwak Jo-young personally.
“Jo-young. We're really having a hard time because of you.”
“You got called in by the seniors yesterday too, didn't you?”
The fire spread to her classmates too.
She even heard hints about taking a leave of absence.
A shackle where she had to quit again even though she did nothing wrong.
Gwak Jo-young cried.
“Hey. Why are you crying.”
It was Jeong Se-in who appeared then.
Same year but a different major student.
In other words, just a stranger.
“College students? Bullying? Haha.”
She was a cool person.
Her confident attitude and expression were exactly what Gwak Jo-young wanted to be like.
“First, let's secure evidence.”
Jeong Se-in quickly collected evidence of bullying.
She made a few calls and sent texts, and people lined up to testify.
Of course, the messages Jo-young received and call recordings were included in the evidence.
“Where should I report this?”
She reported to the counseling center and the student human rights committee with the evidence attached.
However, the school tried to cover it up, perhaps fearing damage to their reputation.
“Then shall we go to the media? Shall I leak it to newspapers and broadcasting stations? Might as well put it on the internet too.”
“N-no, that's not okay.”
Gwak Jo-young didn't want the situation to get bigger.
If possible, she wanted it quiet, and only for the perpetrators to disappear.
“Hmm. Then I can't help it.”
Jeong Se-in used her ‘connections’.
She looked reluctant, but even so, ‘for a friend’.
I don't know what or how she did it.
But the Office of Education became interested in this matter.
It immediately rose as a major agenda item for the school board.
The school faced criticism for attempting to cover up the violence incident.
The media started sniffing around too.
Eventually, a disciplinary committee was held, and the expulsion of the school violence ringleader and 3 accomplices was decided.
It was a decision made unusually fast for simple school violence.
“Why did you... go this far for me?”
We weren't particularly close.
Majors were different, and high schools were different.
Just strangers who happened to catch each other's eye.
However, Jeong Se-in stepped forward to help Gwak Jo-young more diligently than her own business.
“A person I respected in the past said that. ‘Don't tolerate injustice’, and ‘If a friend gets hit once, go and hit back twice’.”
And doing this is fun!
Jeong Se-in said that and laughed heartily.
Gwak Jo-young fell for Jeong Se-in.
Her existence itself was dazzling. She wasn't the same species as herself or other kids.
In other words, she was a being closer to a god than a human. At least, that's how it looked to Gwak Jo-young.
Naturally, people gathered around such a Jeong Se-in.
Like planets arranged around a star, women were arranged centering on Jeong Se-in.
Jo-young wanted to stay by Jeong Se-in's side continuously.
She didn't want her position to be stolen.
As more people gathered around Jeong Se-in, she tried desperately to hold her spot.
She wanted to be someone who mingled as Jeong Se-in's friend.
She decorated herself even more. She pretended to be stronger and checked those around her.
The previous weak and timid appearance was gone.
Her way of speaking also became confident and strong, following Jeong Se-in.
Then, that day finally came.
“Jo-young. Want to sleep with me?”
She knew that Jeong Se-in had a special relationship with a few people she was particularly close with.
So when she heard those words herself, Gwak Jo-young was overjoyed.
She thought she could finally become one of Jeong Se-in's special people too. And having Jeong Se-in as her first experience was more than she could wish for.
And then, she slept with Jeong Se-in.
It was a night as beautiful and sweet as she had imagined.
Thus, Gwak Jo-young also became one of Jeong Se-in's special people.
That fact gave new strength to Jo-young's shoulders.
However, there were side effects at the same time.
Because she became so puffed up with pride, she began to wield that power around her.
Against the group that followed Jeong Se-in with her, specifically targeting the low-ranked kids.
It was the exact same thing the perpetrator did to her during the school violence days.
Although she didn't realize it herself.
“That Gwak Jo-young, isn't she a bit unpleasant?”
Naturally, talk started behind her back.
However, no one said it openly to Gwak Jo-young, who was one of the key figures in the ‘Jeong Se-in faction’.
Then, ‘that incident’ happened.
-Smack!
“Get lost. You pissed me off.”
It was the incident where Gwak Jo-young was slapped by Jeong Se-in.
“Se, Se-in....”
Rumors spread instantly.
In the faction, Jo-young's standing fell to the bottom in an instant.
“I knew someday she'd do that. Gwak-Tight-Young.”
The women who viewed Jo-young unfavorably for acting so ‘bossy’ usually criticized her in one voice.
If it went on like this, it was the end. She couldn't be by Jeong Se-in's side. She would be pushed out of the faction.
And then she'd become prey.
Gwak Jo-young, who fell into the abyss without knowing why, tried to turn things around somehow.
She called Jeong Se-in dozens of times and sent hundreds of apology texts.
There was no reply.
Waiting for an answer that wouldn't come, Jo-young spent the night with open eyes.
And then dawn. Just as the day was breaking.
“Jo-young. Want to sleep with us?”
That kind of text came from Jeong Se-in.