Chapter 65
Chapter 65
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 65
Chapter Title: In the Department Lounge (2)
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I want to tease him.
I wanted to see him flustered today, more than usual.
Maybe the psychological barrier I had toward him had lowered a bit?
It started that day.
Ever since that day at the karaoke bar.
Something in her mental walls had crumbled.
The memories of that day.
The sensations of that day.
That deviant day when she'd answered her mom's call while doing filthy things.
It was etched too deeply into Han Chae-ah's mind.
When he suddenly insisted on going to the department lounge instead of heading to the lecture hall together, she realized he was doing it on purpose.
So she followed him.
"If you come with me, people might get the wrong idea."
"I don't care."
"Huh?"
"I know all about the rumors surrounding you, sunbae. And I know you're not the type to deserve them. So don't worry. I'm not someone who gets swayed by what other people say."
Why was he even worrying about that?
I know all about the rumors, sunbae.
The Mad Dog of the Korean Lit Department.
A nickname earned because once he went berserk, no one could stop him.
I don't know how it started, but I know the reason he snapped wasn't a bad one.
You're not that kind of person.
And besides.
Rumors like that won't spread just because we're seen together.
We don't match at all.
Anyone can see it's beauty and the beast, right?
If anything, people would say the opposite.
Like, "Is that weirdo kidnapping her?"
So don't worry.
Even if I stick right by your side, no one will think that.
So quit fretting over nothing.
And.
'Don't you kind of enjoy those rumors, sunbae?'
You try to possess women however you can.
I wonder how he'll treat the other underclassmen in the lounge?
Will he act toward them like he does with me?
I don't want to see that.
I wish he'd only show that side to me.
A strange possessiveness.
Without even realizing it herself, she burned with it as she pressed closer to Kim Jinwoo's side.
"It's hot. Back off a bit."
"Why? We were stuck this close when we went to karaoke."
Seeing him try to put a little distance between them only made her feel better for no reason.
What was it?
Like she had the leash of the man who always dominated her?
She wanted to tease him more.
If she pushed it further, he'd get mad, right?
Maybe even seeing him angry would be nice.
His anger always lifted her spirits, after all.
'He smells nice. What body wash does he use?'
The heavy, soft scent from his body tickled her senses.
Every time she caught a whiff, her chest fluttered.
Firm muscles and that thick scent.
Immersed in his presence, they arrived at the department lounge.
She got mad seeing the underclassmen not even greet him properly despite a senior like him showing up—they were just glancing nervously.
Some deliberately avoided his gaze.
Look at these kids?
They always come up to me first with a bright "Hello!"
But when Jinwoo sunbae shows up, they avert their eyes?
Discriminating like that?
She was pissed.
At the sight of others disrespecting someone she thought highly of.
Who are you to judge?
Who are you to look down on him?
He's your distant senior, for crying out loud.
You have zero business doing that.
"Guys, you should at least greet your sunbae when you see him."
Her words came out sharp without her realizing it.
A tone laced with edge.
She was surprised by her own voice, but only for a moment.
Because seeing the underclassmen finally greet Kim Jinwoo eased her mind a little.
Because seeing him look at her with wide, surprised eyes melted her irritation.
Really.
Is it just because it's someone else?
"Sunbae, why aren't you saying anything? Don't you interact with freshmen?"
"......"
"Aren't you going to grope their chests and demand their panties like you did with me?"
He wouldn't.
Not even Jinwoo sunbae, with his status.
But she wanted to tease him anyway.
She wanted to see that troubled expression.
"What, are you embarrassed? The great Jinwoo sunbae?"
No response.
"If you did to them what you did to me, you'd get close in no time."
"I'm not doing that."
"Why not? You're such a perv, sunbae. A total pervert who asked about my panty color the first time we met."
Would he do it now?
With his personality, he might just go for it.
"I don't do that to just anyone."
Those words.
The words that he didn't say that to just anyone.
They hit her suddenly.
"...So I wasn't just anyone?"
"No."
Ahh.
What do I do.
I'm suddenly embarrassed.
No woman could withstand eyes that serious.
That's cheating, sunbae.
Making eyes like that.
Because of that one line, Han Chae-ah spent the entire walk back to the lecture hall unable to tease him properly.
After leaving the lounge and reaching the lecture building, Han Chae-ah spotted Kim Jinwoo about to part ways at the entrance since their classes were in different rooms.
"Ah, Han Chae-ah."
"Yes?"
"Come to think of it, I didn't ask today."
"A-ask what?"
Was he going to bring up the karaoke bar again?
Her heart suddenly pounded as she looked at the dead-serious Kim Jinwoo.
"What panties did you wear today? Report."
"Eek."
Perverted question again.
He'd been so meek in the lounge earlier.
Acting like he didn't care about relationships with others.
But the moment they were alone...
His true colors showed.
This perverted sunbae.
But.
I don't hate it.
'Don't show this side to anyone else. Just to me.'
Seeing him like this with others would bother her a little.
No.
A lot.
At Kim Jinwoo's question, she tamped down her rising excitement and met his gaze.
"Not answering?"
His low voice pressed down on her.
The subtle pressure when he commanded her felt good.
The corners of her mouth curved up slightly.
That way of forcing her actions without ever making it unpleasant.
Cold tone, but she knew it considered her feelings more than anyone.
Han Chae-ah liked his commands.
Normally, she'd just state the color and be done.
But today, she wanted to make it special.
She wanted to fill his head completely with thoughts of her.
So Han Chae-ah.
"Come here."
Grabbed Kim Jinwoo and dragged him to a dim corner out of sight.
"Better than telling you."
She gripped the hem of her skirt.
"Don't you think seeing it yourself is better?"
And lifted her skirt right there.
The white panties she'd agonized over that morning shyly revealed themselves.
"White. Pure white..."
"......"
Kim Jinwoo's eyes widened, like he hadn't expected this.
"Imagine all sorts with these today."
"Y-you..."
"Imagine defiling this innocent white loads."
Locking eyes with the flustered Kim Jinwoo, Han Chae-ah hurriedly dropped her skirt.
"That's your service special for today~."
She fled the scene.
"See you after class~."
Her voice brimmed with excitement.
Recalling his stunned face, she entered class in peak condition.
And Kim Jinwoo.
"That perverted bitch..."
Was too shocked to speak.
The image of Han Chae-ah smiling as she flashed her skirt was still vivid.
Is this girl actually crazy?
Honestly, when she'd dragged him to the corner, he'd thought she was just embarrassed or something.
But lifting her skirt?
Even for a perv, he hadn't expected that level of boldness.
'Who the hell turned her into this?'
Of course, me.
She was my creation.
The setting was different, but flashing panties under a skirt wasn't the first time.
Back then, she'd been mortified as she did it.
Now she even smirked with composure.
'She's extra today.'
Something must've happened at her parents' over the weekend.
Something had definitely stimulated her.
No need to ask.
Her dependency on her mom had dropped, and mine had risen without me doing anything—that was the reason.
'She's cute, though.'
Her triumphant smile, like she'd won, was pretty adorable.
Like a favorite underclassman acting cute.
He'd never felt this kind of cuteness from a junior while at school, but Han Chae-ah brought it out.
That aside.
'Unexpected.'
That charismatic display in the lounge.
It was quite a sight.
Putting the underclassmen in line with one word—it was nothing like the Han Chae-ah he'd known.
The one he'd seen was.
-Th-thank you.
-Y-you're really gonna do it? Right here?
-D-don't tease...
Full of shyness and embarrassment.
-I-I'll take it off.
-Got it. I'll do it. There...
-Ugh, it f-feels so empty...
More perverted than anyone.
So it was even more surprising.
That side in the lounge.
Her senior-like demeanor.
It made her look different.
'She has this side too.'
Still.
He just hoped her actions didn't cause her unnecessary trouble.
Getting tangled with him wouldn't be good for her.
His reputation in the department wasn't the best, after all.
"Whew, whatever. Focus on class."
He wasn't in a position to worry about others.
She'd handle herself.
She was a model student who even got scholarships, as far as he knew.
"Whew..."
He decided to focus on class.
His grades mattered too.
He had to get that scholarship this semester.
Otherwise, he'd be slaving away at part-time jobs over break.
Swallowing a sigh, he concentrated on the lecture.
He said he was focusing, but.
'White.'
Honestly, he couldn't.
Her white panties kept flashing in his mind.
White panties.
Ones she'd lifted her skirt to show herself.
With a pink ribbon dangling.
Cute panties.
'Teasing bitch.'
Doing that right before class, of all times.
Not even in his class, and she made it impossible to focus—what did she gain?
Half the class was ruined thanks to those white panties.
Han Chae-ah, who seemed like she'd show up at lunch, didn't.
Disappointed?
A little?
They'd gotten used to eating together, so solo lunch felt awkward.
"Can't be helped."
He had lunch alone for the first time in a while and attended afternoon classes.
A quiet lecture.
The white panties that had tormented him all morning were finally fading from his mind.
Time passing helped a bit.
"Phew."
Just as he thought the day would end uneventfully.
Bzzz!
His phone buzzed.
A message from Han Chae-ah.
What did that mean?
Can't focus on class?
White.
The thing I saw.
Stain shows too much.
Putting it together, he asked her, half-guessing.
No reply.
This girl really did.
He'd thought she was a perv, but.
She shows them herself and gets excited.
Who could've guessed.
After confiscating her panties by force, something like this had happened.
He'd covered her skirt with his clothes then.
Didn't expect a repeat.
No reply for a bit.
But.
They're wet, right?
Is the lounge okay?
No way...
Right then, a quest popped up before his eyes.
Please resolve Han Chae-ah's predicament
Not a personal quest—a regular one?
She really does have something going on.
Confirming the quest, he bolted from his seat.
He felt the professor's gaze as he left, but he couldn't stop.