Encounter (3)
Han Chaa gazed at Kim Jinwoo's sleeping face, his head resting on her thigh.
Really, he's strange.
Why couldn't she tear her eyes away from his face?
Honestly, he wasn't what you'd call handsome.
Sure, the massive, rock-hard muscles built up from years of training were a sight to behold.
But those thick eyebrows and heavy jaw gave off a rough, intimidating vibe—like he might be some kind of bandit.
If he grew a beard, she'd swear he was one for real.
And that was just the start.
His offhand sexual harassment always threw her for a loop.
Truth be told, there were plenty of times she had no clue how to respond.
When he stared at her teasingly as she fumbled over his jokes, it pissed her off deep down.
He's doing this on purpose to mess with me.
That's the vibe she got.
But still.
She didn't hate it.
His jokes—the ones from the only man who treated her with raw honesty—weren't something she could bring herself to despise.
Sometimes, they even turned her on.
She'd turn into the pervert he accused her of being.
Hadn't she always fantasized about it alone?
Her inner desires.
Jinwoo poked at them like he could see right through her.
Each little jab hit so damn hard.
Before she knew it, they'd grown this close.
She still didn't get it.
Why did this man seem so magnetic?
Why did he outshine every handsome guy, making them look like total losers?
He was an enigma.
She stared at him intently.
"You look pretty cool when you're sleeping."
If only you'd keep that mouth shut, you'd be kinda hot.
She gently brushed his hair back.
"I like your forehead showing."
His bare forehead gleamed, flawless skin without a single blemish. It felt oddly thrilling.
Her heart pounded.
Jinwoo was out cold right now.
But she could almost hear him joking: "Getting turned on by someone's forehead? Total perv."
"I'm not a pervert, okay."
She laughed and poked his forehead.
He didn't stir.
Dead to the world.
Cute.
They said if a guy starts looking cute to you, you're in deep.
One thing was crystal clear.
She was dyed in his colors.
She'd come to accept his jokes as normal—even crave them.
He was the man she'd always dreamed of, the one who could rape her senseless.
The one who could drag her hidden desires out into the open.
And she'd realized just how hooked she was yesterday.
Jinwoo's sudden absence from school.
That one day without him had dragged on forever.
Campus felt boring as hell.
Classes were always dull, but at least time with him had been fun.
Missing that yesterday made today all the sweeter.
"What the hell did you do yesterday to be this wiped out?"
Making a girl worry.
"I was just thinking about you, senior."
She stared at him.
The peacefully sleeping Jinwoo.
Poking his head didn't wake him—he was that deep under.
It stirred those desires she'd been keeping under wraps.
I wonder if he'd wake up no matter what I did right now?
Even if I did something weird and lewd all of a sudden?
Would senior really stay asleep?
And even if he did wake...
"Bet you'd buy any excuse I made."
Senior would.
Jinwoo would just laugh it off.
And later, while pounding her senseless, he'd say:
"Knew it all along, you slut."
Just imagining it felt good.
Her heart raced.
Clutching her fluttering chest, she looked at Jinwoo.
This was all thanks to him.
Feeling like this right now.
Being able to be a little more honest with her emotions, when she'd just been a good girl before.
This magical senior who set her free.
Strangely, being with Jinwoo melted away her usual worries.
What was it?
Her mind felt at ease?
Like she didn't need to wear her usual mask?
Yeah, probably that.
No mask needed in front of Jinwoo.
The senior who'd freed her lay with his head on her thigh.
Her senior, oblivious to whatever she might do.
Deep in sleep.
"......"
She leaned in close to his face.
"This is your fault, senior. You..."
She swallowed hard as his face drew nearer.
"Made me go into heat."
Brushing her hair aside, she lowered her face over his.
[Admin's power has enchanted these women.]
I had a dream.
A dream of moist lips groping my face.
Dreams of countless women kissing me.
They were begging me.
Fuck me.
Hurry up and do it.
Apparently, yesterday with Yeowon wasn't enough.
Having dreams like this.
Even in the dream, my cock throbbed hard.
Countless women stripped naked before me, baring their desires.
The system was telling me I could fuck them all I wanted.
True enough.
Hmm.
But why do they all look kinda like Han Chaa?
"Senior."
"Oppa, fuck me quick."
"My nipples are hard. They're all stiff."
"My pussy's soaked—gonna leave it like this? I wanna get pounded deep by your cock."
Hmm.
Makes it throb even harder.
Did more pretty girls show up?
Pretty girl plus pretty girl equals paradise.
Thinking that, I opened my eyes.
"Umm......"
Something moist lingered around my mouth.
What the?
Drool?
Rubbing my eyes, I sat up.
"......"
Han Chaa had lifted her head and was humming a tune.
My brain was still foggy from the nap, slowing my thoughts.
What?
Something felt off.
"What."
As I sat up groggily.
"Senior, you're awake?"
Han Chaa looked at me with feigned surprise, like she'd just noticed.
I met her eyes and couldn't say a word for a moment.
Why?
Because.
[Today's Quest]
[Kiss: 1/1]
[You have smoothly completed today's quest.]
The message saying I'd cleared today's quest.
Kiss?
It counted that?
Me?
I did kiss a ton in the dream while getting swarmed by women.
Does that count?
No way.
Han Chaa blushing and pretending nothing happened.
My suspiciously slick lips.
The lingering tactile memory.
Anyone could see.
"You......"
This girl stole a kiss from my sleeping lips.
Not even a sleeping prince getting kissed.
She defiled the purity of my sleeping lips...
You coward!
I barely felt it!
If I'd known it was real, I'd have grabbed her face and gone deeper!
Fuck!
But I didn't say it out loud.
How could I, with her being that shy?
If it was our usual joking vibe, maybe.
But she offered her thigh for my nap.
Can't tease her about sneaking a kiss in my sleep.
That's not gentlemanly.
A real man—a proper one—would handle it better.
I buried my face back into Han Chaa's thigh as she sat there.
"Se-senior?"
Her surprised call.
Don't call me, you slut.
Time for payback.
"Hngh!"
I pressed my nose right between her thighs, against her most private spot, and took a deep breath.
"W-what are you doing?"
"Smelled something lewd, had to check."
"Huh?"
"You got turned on from giving me a thigh pillow, right? Smells like full-on heat from here."
"W-what kinda weird talk is..."
"Mmm~ nice scent. Sniff!!"
I shoved my face deeper into her thigh with an extra sleazy tone.
Her skirt carried a fragrant aroma.
And faintly—just faintly—a naughty musk seeped out.
This bitch is aroused.
"D-don't! It's embarrassing."
"Hey, Han Chaa."
"...Yeah?"
"Wanna change your panties now?"
"W-what?"
"You know what."
"......"
Her flushed face turned to me.
"Answer quick. I'm not patient."
"...Do it."
"What? Didn't hear."
"Ch-change my panties."
"Shoulda said that sooner."
I lifted off her thigh.
"Take 'em off."
"......"
"Gotta strip to get new ones on."
"Ughhh......"
"Hurry up. Not gonna?"
"I-I'll take them off."
She slipped her hand under her skirt.
And shyly slid down the pink panties hiding inside.
I watched.
The clear, sticky string peeking as they descended.
The trace of her arousal juices.
Yeah, that's what I smelled.
You were excited.
"D-done? G-gimme panties quick. Feels weird down there all empty."
"What're you saying? Still got more to show."
"W-what do you..."
"Gotta check if you really took 'em off."
"Y-you just saw the panties come off..."
"Pfft, what if there's another pair inside?"
"That's such a stretch..."
"So, we stopping?"
"......"
She's so fun.
Her reactions are gold.
That shy look.
Playing along with my bullshit.
Adorable.
Han Chaa was the type you just wanted to poke and tease endlessly.
"Lift your skirt and show me."
"O-okay."
She caved to my nonsense again, lifting her skirt.
Her hands trembled as they gripped the hem.
She kept her eyes averted, face buried low, avoiding my gaze.
It's fine.
I was admiring the perfect view she offered.
Han Chaa's pantyless pussy dazzled my eyes.
So sparse on hair it was practically bald—smooth, pale perfection.
A landscape permitted to one man alone.
Her groin, flushed pink with excitement, stole my gaze.
So damn pretty.
Obediently lifting her skirt at my command.
That shy smile peeking through as she glanced at me.
That perverted desire begging for my judgment.
All too beautiful.
So.
"Pretty. So fucking pretty."
I let the surging thought spill out.
Not to tease.
Pure admiration.
"Perverted as hell, and that's why it's pretty."
"...Am I your type, senior?"
"Yeah, perfectly. Makes me wanna fuck you right now."
But I held back.
Can't do it here again.
The depravity was tempting.
The thrill of getting caught was fun.
But time to restrain myself.
To begin with.
I only had her strip to change her panties.
I pulled out the clean white panties I'd prepared for her.
Fresh and fluffy.
Han Chaa gulped at the sight of her panties in my hand.
She reached out to take them.
"What're you doing."
"...Huh?"
"Told you. I'm changing them for you."
"......"
"Stay put. I'll do it."
"Ah."
Her eyes, already gleaming with lust, lit up brighter.
Of course.
She loves this shit too.
Hopeless pervert bitch.
Only I can claim a woman like this.