Chapter 37
Translator - Zofu
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Until I heard back from Jeong Se-in, I spent my days grinding through exercise and training.
Ten thousand air thrusts for core strengthening.
Running full speed up shantytown hills to increase lung capacity.
Plus kegel exercises while holding in a dump for ejaculation control.
And for technique training, Mi-ryeong sunbae helped out.
"Mm... that's it. Good. Ah...!"
Sunbae came over to my place almost every day.
Sometimes she'd let herself in and wait when I was out running. Occasionally she'd even cook, and sex whenever she came over had become routine.
...Something felt off.
This wasn't just a sunbae—wasn't this practically a girlfriend or lover?
But Mi-ryeong sunbae had a boyfriend, for fuck's sake.
"Sunbae. What about your boyfriend?"
"The boyfriend is the boyfriend."
"Then what am I?"
"You're... my cute junior?"
Sunbae seemed to see me as a high-performance sex toy.
She even got a kick out of teaching me, feeding me sex techniques one by one. Not just a sex toy—a learning sex toy.
Not that I had any complaints.
I didn't particularly want to date her anyway.
Because sunbae was a player.
Pretty, good personality, occasionally did chores—but she was the type to jump from guy to guy. Bonus points for easily sleeping with other men while having a boyfriend. A pure virgin like me could easily end up as one of those trendy "pong-pong" men. So being sex partners with sunbae was enough for me. Just coming over when bored to fuck was perfect. Hell yeah.
While I was spending my days productively training and practicing, I finally heard back from Jeong Se-in.
[Be here by 7 PM tonight.
Come to near Luminous Hotel.
Wear clean clothes.]
"...Hotel?"
A hotel? What for a hotel?
And Luminous Hotel is crazy expensive.
Do I need to wear a suit?
Obviously, as a poor student on leave, I don't own anything as fancy as a suit. Army fatigues, maybe.
"Hmm. My clothes don't even fit right."
...They're not gonna kick me out for not wearing a suit, are they?
I'll just wear something decent and go.
But why a hotel of all places?
I tried texting to ask but got no reply. Didn't pick up my calls either.
"What even happens at hotels?"
My image of a hotel is "a place where men and women secretly have sex."
That's what hotels are in the news.
Female celebrities getting caught leaving hotels with men, causing scandals.
Someone like me only ever encountered hotels in those situations.
But why meet at a hotel specifically?
Jeong Se-in was from a famous family but wasn't famous herself. No risk of privacy invasion or scandals.
Then the other person must be famous?
What famous college student is there? Can't be a real celebrity?
Hmm. No way for me to know.
I decided to stop thinking about it.
"Hup! Hup! Hup!"
Air thrusts—3,000 more to go.
I braced my core again to finish today's training.
*
Ten minutes before 7 PM.
I arrived near Luminous Hotel.
"Why won't this asshole pick up?"
I've been calling Jeong Se-in nonstop since I arrived but nothing.
Inviting someone over then not picking up—what an asshole.
If it weren't for the sex, I would've cut ties with someone like this immediately.
Plus we hooked up together, set up sex with friends, and now called me out for sex today.
Thinking that way made this level of annoyance bearable.
After all, humans live to pass on their genes, right?
So nothing in the world is more important than sex.
If someone gives you sex, they're the top dog. Whatever.
As I was grumbling alone next to the flashy hotel, someone tapped my shoulder.
"Hey. Juji Wang."
"Gasp."
It was Jeong Se-in.
No footsteps—I didn't even know someone had gotten so close.
This asshole is a regular assassin.
"Hey. Why didn't you pick up?"
"You called? Phone was on silent, didn't know."
"No... ha. Forget it. What'd I expect talking to you."
Never met someone so oblivious.
Even someone with a dick isn't this bad.
"So what? You made it on time. Picking up wouldn't have made me get here faster."
"Only logical at times like this."
Convinced with just one line.
Whatever. We met, so it's fine.
"But you found me pretty easily."
"I spotted you from far away. There's no one around here as shabby as you."
"...That bad?"
"Yeah. Especially your face."
I had no comeback for Jeong Se-in's cackling.
Fuck. First thing I do when I make money is get plastic surgery.
"So why'd you call me to a hotel? I'm freaking nervous."
Honestly, I was scared.
Jeong Se-in said I was the shabbiest around here, but that wasn't just a joke. No matter how I looked around, I couldn't spot anyone as shabby as me.
And this asshole Jeong Se-in was in a clean suit.
Pretty face, good build—the suit fit perfectly.
Goddammit...
Pretty.
Meanwhile, my idea of "dressing clean" was casual wear, and above all, this face.
I stuck out like a flea in malatang at a fancy hotel.
"Don't worry about it. The professor wanted to meet here."
"...Professor?"
"Oh. Didn't I mention? Your match today is our university professor."
"You're fucking kidding me! Of all things to forget!"
A professor?!
Wait, was the formidable opponent you mentioned a professor?
The female professors I know are at least in their 40s, maybe even 60s—middle-aged women, grandmas.
Even for a sex-crazed bastard like me, that age gap is usually too much to handle.
"Sorry, sorry. But you don't need to worry that much. Even if she's a professor, she's not some old hag."
"...Really?"
I felt slightly relieved at Jeong Se-in's words.
Right. I could probably handle up to her 40s.
"Look at you, face all brightened up."
"Hey, wouldn't you be the same? When you hear professor, you think old hag or geezer."
"Didn't I tell you not to worry? You'll change your mind once you see her."
Jeong Se-in says that, but nothing's confirmed yet.
I couldn't relax until I saw her with my own eyes.
Knowing this asshole's personality, she might've brought some old hag as a prank.
I couldn't let my guard down. Ready to bolt at any moment.
I followed Jeong Se-in into the hotel.
Through the lobby, straight into the elevator.
Floor 20. The top floor.
"So... where are we going?"
"The Executive Lounge."
"Execu-what?"
"It exists. You'll see."
So I headed with Jeong Se-in to whatever-executive lounge.
The elevator opened to a wide hallway.
Walls hung with obviously expensive paintings, everything from floor to ceiling was luxurious.
I felt like a foreign object in a space I didn't belong.
"Hey. Stop gawking like a country bumpkin."
Jeong Se-in whispered, jabbing my ribs.
"Was I?"
"Hello, customer. May I see your key card to use the lounge?"
A sharp-looking hotel staff greeted us at the entrance.
"We're invited guests. Someone should be waiting for us."
Jeong Se-in used a fake, ladylike tone instead of her usual casual speech.
"Yes. If you give me the name, I'll confirm."
"I'm Jeong Se-in. The reservation is under Professor Julia Lee."
"Julia Lee?"
That was me butting in.
Of course I knew that name.
Who in Korea doesn't know that name?
It was all over the news a few years back.
Something about being the first Asian to do something with a performance group in France.
Without any expertise, I couldn't remember a single detail accurately.
But anyway, she was famous.
She'd been on the news and all over YouTube.
That was a few years ago, though.
"Yes, confirmed. Please follow me."
We followed the staff inside.
The lounge was even more impressive inside.
One entire wall was glass, looking down on the brilliant city nightscape.
Sofas and tables scattered throughout, a few people seated.
Some sophisticated-sounding music playing.
And at one table, someone who knew us—or knew Jeong Se-in.
Specifically, knew Jeong Se-in.
"Jeong Se-in, welcome."
As expected.
It was the Julia Lee I knew.
Slender frame, sharp features. Distinctive looks.
A charismatic beauty rose from the sofa to greet us.
Though her image was a bit different from TV.
Not so much aged, but calmer?
TV appearances were performance makeup—naturally different in person.
"Hello, Professor. Thank you for inviting us."
"No, I'm the one who wanted to meet. So... who is this?"
Julia Lee turned to me and her expression hardened.
Again. Everyone reacts like this when meeting Jeong Se-in's acquaintances.
Meeting a celebrity was amazing, but making even a celebrity make this face was oddly impressive.
Anyway, if she was a professor to Jeong Se-in, she was a professor to me.
I bowed respectfully.
"Hello. I am Jeong Se-in's friend, Ju Ji-wan."
"Yes. Hello."
"My nickname is Juji Wang."
"Oh my."
"Hey. Why the hell would you say that?"
Spouting shit like "Juji Wang" in a place like this.
Jeong Se-in was even crazier than I thought.
Fucking humiliated from the first meeting.