Chapter 3
Chapter 3
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: Sky Blue Panties
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Sky blue.
Sky blue, she said.
'Han Chae-ah's panties are sky blue?'
I couldn't help but picture it in my mind.
The sky blue panties nestled right under her skirt as she sat in class right now.
Did they have ribbons?
Or maybe frills?
My face grew hot.
Blood raced through my veins faster than usual. I swallowed hard.
Han Chae-ah appeared in my head, wearing those sky blue panties.
Just the sky blue panties under the blouse she'd thrown on earlier.
The image was so vivid—like she was right there, exposing her blue panties and pale white thighs, looking all embarrassed.
-It's... sky blue...
Even her shy expression stuck with me.
"Calm down."
Hoo.
I only did it because I didn't want to die.
If I didn't complete Sexgram's quest, I'd drop dead.
So I desperately asked her about her panty color.
And in the process... I cursed at her.
-Fucking bitch, you gonna answer or not?
Damn, even I know that's trash-tier talk.
She's in major class right now.
By now, the rumor has probably spread like wildfire to all her friends.
About me hunting her down and what I said.
About how I threatened her with filthy curses just to learn her panty color.
Our department's rumors spread at lightspeed.
Girls especially—they huddle up and gossip the second something juicy drops.
It's probably all over the department already.
"Sigh... Got major class this afternoon..."
Should I bail?
Just drop out for the semester?
"Didn't even take leave back in freshman year when I got wasted and made a scene. Being the department trash isn't exactly new."
Freshman memories flooded back.
At the welcome party, I slammed every drink the seniors offered in one go. Then blackout.
No clue what I said, but after that? Seniors and classmates all steered clear of me like I was radioactive.
Nobody dared come near.
Never worked up the nerve to ask what I'd blurted out.
Truth is, there was nobody to ask.
"Was planning to roll solo anyway."
Screwed the pooch right from the semester's kickoff.
But no regrets.
If I hadn't? I'd be a corpse.
Yeah.
This is all because of this damn power.
This thing that suddenly tried to kill me.
Popped up out of nowhere yesterday, starts handing out quests.
Then tries to murder me if I don't clear them.
"Fuck, the more I think about it, the shittier it gets."
I didn't even ask for this power, and it's trying to off me?
No option to refuse or anything.
Hell, the way it showed up was random as fuck.
"Tried to kill me, my ass—reward."
The messages popped up regardless.
Can check Stories?
That's it?
Didn't it promise that satisfying her desires would make her fall for me?
Risking my life for this?
Not as impressive as I'd hoped.
Suddenly, I was pissed.
Pissed at how underwhelming the reward was after dodging death.
One Story? For surviving that?
Stories are basic service on Stargram.
Here? Gotta bet your life for 'em?
Bullshit.
What a load of crap.
Sellers always hype their junk like this.
What the hell's so valuable about Stories anyway?
I let out a sigh.
Whatever it was, I'd stumbled into one hell of a mess.
And fixing it? Major headache incoming.
"Fucked."
Anyway, what now?
Major class this afternoon.
"Just skip it? First one's OT anyway."
I checked the syllabus.
"Professor Choi Ik-hyeon. Dude turns OT into boot camp from the jump."
Gotta go.
Or risk academic probation.
"......"
Han Chae-ah sat at her desk, staring blankly at the blackboard.
The other students nearby might as well have been invisible—she only had eyes for the board.
Nothing was written on it.
She wasn't even looking at the professor.
Her gaze was vacant, slightly off-kilter.
She'd been like this since class started.
"Chae-ah, you okay?"
"Huh? What?"
"Your face looks off today."
"Yeah, you looked totally spaced out when you got here."
"Something happen on the way?"
She smiled and shook her head at her worried classmates' questions.
"Nah, just overslept today."
"You oversleep too, Chae-ah?"
"But you weren't late?"
"Got lucky."
A lie.
She'd arrived at school earlier than anyone today.
Even a bit earlier than her usual routine.
The reason?
"What panties you wearing today?"
"What color are your panties?"
"Fucking bitch, you gonna answer or not?"
Kim Jinwoo. He'd stormed up out of nowhere, grabbed her wrist, and spat those words.
His eyes screamed murder as he demanded her underwear color.
Intimidated by his intensity, she'd blurted out the truth without thinking.
Once he got his answer, he just walked off.
Like that was all he wanted.
She'd been scared out of her mind.
Her heart had pounded like crazy.
She knew his face and name.
Kim Jinwoo—fourth-year senior in the department.
She knew he was a '19 admit.
Seniors you never interact with? Hard to remember. But not him.
Back when she was freshman class rep, she'd heard the stories.
-There was this legendary senior a few years back. Made my life as class rep way easier.
Some legendary tale everyone knew.
After that night, he ghosted everyone, buried himself in studies, shipped off to the military... and now he's department legend.
She knew he was impressive.
Knew they shared a liberal arts elective too.
But suddenly cornering her for her panty color?
'He's lost it.'
If he wasn't crazy, who'd do that?
Grab a girl's wrist and demand her panty color? Out of the blue?
That's straight-up pervert territory.
At first, she felt wronged.
Sudden wrist-grab, plus curses? Unheard of.
'First time.'
First curse she'd ever taken.
Never been sworn at before. Not even by her parents.
Raised gently. Spoiled rotten, in the best way.
Beautiful, so everyone adored her.
Always in the spotlight. Always admired.
Class president in elementary. Student council president in high school.
Wasn't even her dream gig.
She just smiled at everyone, and it happened.
Because she was beautiful.
A stunner.
That made it hard to say no to favors.
Was she just that nice?
Nah.
It was the image.
Class pres. Student council pres. Han Chae-ah—the pure, innocent model student.
Shattering years of that image? Tough.
Plus, the perks: people love you, grades soar, no drama.
One issue, though.
'I'm not that nice.'
It itched.
Living "nice" was more suffocating than you'd think.
Stuck keeping people around you didn't want.
Couldn't easily swat away clingy guys like flies.
Because she was the "nice" model student.
'I wanna jerk off.'
Her one outlet: stress relief in private.
Fantasizing about the sex she craved.
'A rough guy forcing me—my womb would clench and beg for his baby.'
Spilling all the filthy words she'd never say aloud. In her head only.
That was her release.
Even venting mentally eased the frustration a bit.
Inexperienced? Sure. But not clueless about sex.
"......"
For the first time, someone hadn't gotten her polite smile.
The guy who'd grabbed her wrist rough and demanded her panty color.
'What the hell was that?'
It gnawed at her.
Why her panties?
Why curse her out?
She glanced at her wrist. No mark left.
But the rough grip still lingered in her mind.
Thick fingers.
Strong.
An iron vise. No escaping if she tried.
If he'd wanted to force himself on her... he could've.
Imagining it made her shiver.
Men get curious about everything on girls they like, right?
What if...
'He likes me?'
So he asked to make his move? Was panty color some code?
What if she'd lied and said black?
Thoughts swirled. Couldn't focus on class.
Good thing it was just OT. Anything else? Disaster.
'I'll ask him next time we meet.'
Her mind was full of Kim Jinwoo.
The man who'd handled her so roughly.
Quieter than I'd expected.
Braced for juniors glaring at me like trash.
......
Instead? Total radio silence.
Ignored me like furniture.
"...They haven't talked?"
Rumors not out yet?
Possible. Early semester—maybe haven't crossed paths.
Or spread, but skipped third-years.
This is a third-year class.
Han Chae-ah's a '23 second-year.
Half a day to reach third-years? Stretch.
'Dodged a bullet, I guess.'
Better to rip the Band-Aid off early anyway.
Swallowed a sigh and claimed the back-corner seat.
Pulled out my book, waited for the prof.
Calmly prepping...
"Huh? There he is."
Familiar face at the door.
Han Chae-ah.
Looking right at me.
"Fuck."
Game over.
Execution day. Executioner spots me and grins.
Her approach felt like a giant axe swinging my way.
Yeah.
Time to face it humbly.
Already steeled myself, right?
Just pray no sexual harassment charges. No jail.
Come at me, Han Chae-ah!
I'll take it full fo—
"Sunbaenim, is the seat next to you free?"
Her voice was bright and chipper.
She smiled at me.
What the...?
Got sexually harassed and she's smiling?
You don't have a masochist kink, do you?
Ask if it's okay to touch her breasts: 0/1
Fucking bitch.