Chapter 66
Chapter 66
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 66
Chapter Title: In the Department Lounge (3)
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I headed to the department lounge.
The campus was quiet even in the middle of the day since everyone was still in class.
In the silent campus,
I was the only one walking toward the lounge.
'Did she pick this time on purpose?'
The thought crossed my mind naturally.
I arrived at the central building where the lounge was located.
Each department had its own lounge.
And in the Korean Literature Department's lounge, Han Chae-ah was waiting alone.
In my hand, I held my coat to wrap around her waist.
A college student's wallet was too thin to buy her a skirt.
'I wonder how she's waiting.'
Of course she'd be alone, right?
What did she expect, calling me out at this hour?
'How soaked must she be to ditch class?'
A chuckle escaped me.
The white panties I'd asked to see that morning were apparently drenched beyond imagination.
Even though she'd shown them off first.
Even though she'd teased and provoked me.
Yet she got so turned on she took the bigger hit.
How much of a pervert is she?
The hallway in the central building was dead silent upon arrival.
In the utter stillness with not a soul around.
Clack. Clack.
My footsteps rang out clearly.
In front of the lounge door.
The Korean Literature lounge was in the most remote corner of the central building.
Click.
I turned the handle, but it was locked.
What was the password again?
I never came to the lounge, so how would I know?
Knock knock.
I rapped on the door and said,
"It's me."
As soon as I made a short sound, there was a clatter from inside.
Moments later, the door lock disengaged, and the door cracked open just a sliver.
"Qu-quick, come in."
Han Chae-ah's face peeked through the gap, flushed bright red.
She glanced around nervously before grabbing my arm and yanking me inside.
Thud.
The moment I was in, she hurriedly locked the door.
Click, beep beep.
Her hands fumbled desperately even with the double lock.
Like a criminal shaking off pursuers.
"Anyone seeing this would think we committed a crime."
"I-it's not like that! Wh-what if someone else comes in...?"
"You wanna play the strict senior to the freshmen?"
"Th-that's not it..."
Unlike this morning, her face was a mask of panic.
Yeah.
This expression suits you perfectly.
Flustered and at a loss.
Of course, her morning look was cute too.
"Then what is it?"
"...I-I just don't want anyone else seeing me like this!"
She said it while covering her butt with both hands.
"Weren't you flashing your skirt this morning because you wanted others to see?"
"N-no! That was just..."
"Just?"
I took a step closer, and she flinched, shrinking back.
"Tell me. I want to hear it from your mouth."
"Th-that was..."
Han Chae-ah's lips quivered.
"B-because you're my senior. I only showed it to you... just for you..."
Hah.
She's really cute.
This reaction.
Like a shy kitten opening up.
It made her even cuter.
Only wants to show me.
She really knows how to captivate a guy.
No.
It's because she doesn't know that it turns me on more.
Doing those instinctive gestures and words without knowing their power—that's hotter.
This perverted girl.
She flashed those white panties just for me?
And then kept thinking about it, soaking not just her panties but her skirt too?
How am I supposed to handle a female like this?
"Yeah. That white panty of yours had me completely distracted all morning too."
"......"
"You know how much I suffered because of that pure panty that didn't match your perverted actions?"
I approached her.
Her face grew redder with every step as I spoke.
"But now you're the one excited, seducing me?"
"...It's not seduction. I'm just... in trouble."
"In trouble, so you DM'd me?"
"Yes. You were the only one I could think of."
She sure talks well.
"A girl like you."
I grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted it.
"Kyaa!"
"Waiting with your panties soaked like this?"
Han Chae-ah's panties were sopping wet.
Her thighs glistened with her juices.
Even now, waiting for me, her pussy was drenched, leaking that lewd nectar.
It was a sight that drew involuntary admiration.
Right below her ass.
The part that would touch the chair when she sat was darkly stained.
It wasn't coin-sized.
Like she'd spilled water, a wide wet patch spread from her ass crack to the insides of her thighs.
The light-colored skirt made the damp spots stand out vividly.
She clamped her hand over her mouth in panic after the scream.
Imagining weird noises carrying to the next room.
"This soaked?"
"Soaked?! That's such a crude way to...!"
"It's the truth. You ignored the professor, crossed your legs, and had dirty thoughts all class—that's why."
"Th-that's because you kept making me do weird stuff this morning..."
"No. I just asked what color it was. Lifting the skirt was..."
I lowered my voice.
"Your choice."
"Eek."
"And it's still this drenched because you got even wetter waiting for me? To show me?"
"Th-this isn't... I didn't get wet waiting for you..."
"Really?"
She denied it to the end.
Her excusing voice trembled.
"Then I guess I'll just wrap this coat around your waist and leave?"
"...Huh?"
"Right? You just needed someone to cover your clothes. I help with that and go. Isn't that it?"
"Th-that's..."
Han Chae-ah's eyes shook.
"Even if I did, would the coat get soaked too?"
"Eut..."
"Be honest. Then I can help."
She bit her lip.
Not what she expected?
She thought I'd pounce in excitement.
Sorry, but
I'm not that hasty.
"Say it with your own mouth. Why you called me."
Han Chae-ah met my gaze.
Desire burned in her eyes.
Along with equal hesitation.
She called me.
Drunk on shameful desire, but at the end, she didn't want to be honest.
She wanted the guy to lead.
That excuse that a pervert like me corrupted her.
That look from the karaoke room.
"If you can't be honest with your desires, you won't feel it properly. I don't want to bother with a girl like that."
"......"
"But for an honest girl, I might give a reward."
She swallowed hard.
"I... wanted it."
"Wanted what? Say it."
"......"
Silence again.
I've got time.
Students are still in lectures.
"So..."
"Say it. Honestly."
Gulp.
Her eyes fixed on me.
"I hoped... you'd fix it. I thought... a pervert senior like you could..."
I stayed quiet, waiting for her words.
Fix what?
What was she waiting for?
"Th-that I'd stop leaking this lewd juice... I thought a lewd, perverted senior like you could handle it..."
"So you DM'd me?"
"Yes, like at the karaoke room..."
Han Chae-ah placed her hand on the back of mine gripping her skirt hem and said,
"Make a mess of me."
"Yeah. You were honest, so you deserve a reward."
I decided to grant her wish.
He really was such a pervert.
Making me say it all out loud.
I had no idea how shameful it was to beg for it myself.
I never imagined it'd lead to this when I just lifted my skirt.
She hadn't thought herself capable of being this perverted.
She'd just wanted to tease.
To see Kim Jinwoo flustered—that's why she'd done it.
Who knew it'd escalate like this.
All through morning class, that moment of deviance kept replaying in her mind.
A thrilling shiver down her spine.
Drunk on sharing her most secret place with one person.
In class, she got so excited she rubbed her thighs together without realizing.
It hadn't been like this then.
Not even eating with friends.
It hadn't been this bad.
A little distracted, sure.
But not like this.
Then, alone in afternoon class, the pent-up excitement burst like a dam breaking.
Suddenly.
Like someone cranked open a faucet.
It poured out.
All the morning desires exploding at once.
She craved his voice.
His scent.
Him degrading her.
His hands caressing her body.
Suddenly imagining him calling her a pervert, praising her pretty underwear.
Once the fantasies started, they wouldn't stop.
When she snapped out of it, she was rushing to the lounge like fleeing.
Desperately asking for help.
But honestly, she'd expected it too.
A senior.
That perverted senior.
Would come to the lounge and do lewd things to her.
That subtle anticipation.
A perverted desire she knew from experience.
Han Chae-ah had tried hiding behind excuses, fooling herself.
But Kim Jinwoo acted like he knew everything.
I can't fool him.
This man knows.
He knows me better than I know myself.
Her heart swelled with anticipation at his promise of a reward.
"Let me check."
"Huh? Y-you can see it from the outside already."
"The inside must be a mess. If the skirt's this bad, your pussy's probably flooded."
Without waiting for permission, he wrapped his arms around her waist and hoisted her onto the table.
Han Chae-ah's gaze shook as Kim Jinwoo lifted her effortlessly.
Her body settled softly on the desk.
Shocked by his easy strength lifting her like nothing.
The familiar space.
Her lounge of authority and model image—defiled by her pussy-soaked ass.
Her wet ass staining the desk she shared with other students.
"Spread 'em."
"Here? E-even with the door locked..."
"Can't see from outside. And no one'll know if you stay quiet."
Kim Jinwoo grabbed her knees and parted them wide.
"Ah..."
"Don't want to?"
"......"
"If not, I'll leave. You can wait here alone till it dries."
Han Chae-ah frantically grabbed his hand as he started to pull away.
"D-don't go..."
"Then?"
"Take... responsibility. You made me like this."
I need an excuse.
That I'm not a lewd girl.
You can be that excuse, senior.
So.
Don't go.
Play my lewd game with me.
"Yeah. Gotta handle the after-service properly."
Kim Jinwoo gripped her skirt hem and slowly rolled it up her thighs.
Swish.
Smooth thighs emerged, and the source of the problem revealed itself again.
The pristine white panties proudly displayed that morning.
But not anymore.
The center was transparently soaked, losing its color, thin enough to show her peach-toned skin.
Even the inner thighs around the panties glistened with flowing juices.
It almost made a lewd squelch.
Far clearer than when he'd just lifted it earlier.
"Wow..."
Kim Jinwoo let out a hollow laugh.
"Han Chae-ah, you're really..."
This wasn't 'a little excited.'
The faucet was full-on.
"The smell."
"......"
"Reaches all the way here? How'd you hold out in class like this?"
Han Chae-ah covered her face and bowed her head.
Ears burning red.
Face on fire.
His pointing out made her realize anew how lewd she looked—the shame hit hard.
"Don't look... just fix it quick..."
Her pleading voice.
Kim Jinwoo touched the liner of her panties with his finger.
Not just wet—sticky and slimy.
"You want me to fix it?"
He pressed hard on the soaked fabric with his finger.
"Hnng!"
Her hips jerked up.
"How? Wipe it? Or..."
He slid the wet panties aside and rubbed her swollen clit.
It felt good.
A zing with every touch.
More.
Just a bit more.
Treat me harsher.
It's okay.
"Make it even messier?"
As if waiting, Kim Jinwoo asked.
Han Chae-ah looked up at him with wet eyes.
The answer in her gaze was clear.