Chapter 9
Chapter 9
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 9
Chapter Title: I've Already Grabbed Your Breasts
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Peaceful class time.
Han Chae-ah couldn't focus throughout the entire lecture.
The first class was usually an OT session, and since it was a general elective, there wasn't much need to pay attention anyway. But this was a first for her.
"……."
Every time she pulled out her pencil case, images of Kim Jinwoo's thick forearms from yesterday popped into her head.
I shouldn't be like this.
I can't keep thinking about that.
She tried telling herself that, but like Pavlov's dog, just seeing the pencil case brought back yesterday's memories.
Kim Jinwoo's thick arms as he grabbed her breasts with those rough hands.
It wasn't a big deal.
He'd just groped her chest, that was all.
There was no need to agonize over it all day.
Of course, he'd played some naughty pranks yesterday, but hadn't he stopped right before climaxing while she masturbated?
Should I have just let him do it?
If she'd gone all the way just once, wouldn't all this tension have been released?
But she was scared.
For her, masturbation was just an outlet to vent her anger inwardly and relieve stress.
A way for a good girl to express her rage.
At the same time, it was uncharted territory.
Something she'd never done before.
She feared the act of pleasuring herself purely for the sake of pleasure.
Once she started, she might get hopelessly addicted.
Especially if her first time involved fantasizing about a specific person—it felt like there'd be no turning back.
Maybe that's why.
Her mind was filled with thoughts of Kim Jinwoo's actions.
I shouldn't have called him over.
I should've just pretended not to know.
She knew full well that Professor Choi Ik-hyeon wanted to recruit her as a grad student.
Due to her inability to say no, she was awkwardly sitting in on third-year classes too. No way she wouldn't know.
When Kim Jinwoo rejected the professor's offer to lure her into grad school with promises of credits, she wanted to ask why.
That's why she'd approached him.
But to end up like this?
How did things turn out this way?
I shouldn't have approached a guy who asked about my panty color first thing in the morning.
Maybe it was my fault.
I should've stayed away.
Then none of this would've happened.
Today would've been peaceful too.
Lost in those thoughts, class ended before she knew it.
Han Chae-ah packed her things after the lecture.
"Chae-ah, where you headed? Wanna grab lunch together?"
"Sorry, I wanna eat alone today."
"You okay, Chae-ah? You've looked off since yesterday."
"Need anything?"
She shook her head at her worried friends' words.
"It's not that. I just want some time alone to think today."
She didn't want to deal with anyone else today.
After yesterday's incident, she was mentally exhausted and just wanted to rest by herself.
Plus, there was a welcome party tonight where freshmen and current students would mingle.
A freshman welcome event.
A chance for newbies to bond with upperclassmen and ease into department life.
Others might see it differently, but to Chae-ah, it was a burden.
It had been that way last year.
At last year's freshman welcome, Han Chae-ah was the star.
Not just among her cohort, or the department, but across all of Yeonsung University, there were only a handful of girls as pretty as her.
Men flocked to her.
Upperclassmen, freshmen—no discrimination.
Not only the guys, but most of her female peers envied her too.
She could feel the jealousy and envy.
Even among the friends she hung out with now, some had envied her back then.
All because the guy they liked preferred her.
I wasn't even interested.
Only after Han Chae-ah turned down every guy and spent a year of hardship—never dating, earning everyone's resentment—did the jealousy finally fade.
It was a tough time.
She desperately wanted to escape.
Whenever she felt like running away, she'd scream inwardly that she wanted to masturbate and bury herself in studying instead.
That's how she ended up with good grades.
Just thinking about it made her chest tighten.
Stressed.
Maybe it was because of the freshman welcome.
She never wanted to go through that again.
Should I skip it this year too?
She didn't want to relive that experience.
Getting jealousy from the new freshmen?
That wasn't the only issue.
The fact that freshmen guys might catch the eye of upperclassmen—or even her cohort or friends—leading to more jealousy weighed heavily on her.
"Haa."
A sigh escaped her lips.
"Is it because we didn't go to Professor Choi's class together yesterday?"
"Sorry, I really wanted to, but it's a third-year class, and Professor Choi's lectures are kinda intense."
"It's not that."
Heavy.
Those words hit too hard.
I wish they hadn't said anything.
You weren't going anyway.
Don't try to fool me with lame excuses.
I was really struggling.
Don't sugarcoat it.
That's just a lie to soothe your own conscience.
Suddenly, Kim Jinwoo crossed her mind again.
He was a pervert, but at least...
-You want me to be your grad student?
-I don't think Han Chae-ah has a spot.
-No can do. I can't handle working under you, Professor.
He'd rejected the professor's request on her behalf.
Well, technically it was a proposal to make her a grad student, but Han Chae-ah knew Professor Choi Ik-hyeon was someone even that was hard to refuse.
He turned it down without a care for any backlash.
She stood up, said goodbye to her friends, and left the classroom for some alone time.
But then.
"Hey? Chae-ah."
Her second-year senior approached with a smile.
Yang Dong-ho from the class of '21, the senior they called trash in his year.
The kind of guy whose brain was in his pants, only thinking about hitting on underclassmen.
She'd heard plenty from her peers and seniors who'd fallen victim to him.
A decent-looking face and smooth talk on how to handle women.
He was exactly the type she hated most.
Pretending to be casual, but his outfit screamed effort.
His tensed-up hair reeked of cheap, artificial cologne.
"Class over?"
"Yes, Sunbaenim."
"Got lunch plans? If not, wanna grab a bite? I know a great spot."
Ah, not again.
Semester starts, and seniors always approached her like this.
Not just from her department either.
Guys from other humanities majors heard the rumors and threw their hats in.
Annoying.
I just want to be alone.
Should I skip class and masturbate?
The thought popped up randomly.
When stress peaked, dumb ideas like that surfaced.
She didn't have the guts to actually do it.
It was just her little mental flail against the situation.
"I'm good."
"No one to eat with, right? I really found a great place. Too good to eat alone."
Annoying.
Why is he like this?
I want to be alone.
This attention is burdensome.
Her mood soured instantly.
"Please? It's awkward going alone."
The word "please" choked her.
I don't want to go.
But hearing that makes it impossible to refuse.
Good girls don't easily turn down requests.
That's why she felt suffocated.
She forced an awkward smile.
"Sunbaenim......"
In situations like this, she had to make up a prior commitment.
Should I just go join my friends and say I'm eating with them?
Ah.
I feel nauseous.
That was when.
"Hey, Han Chae-ah, what're you doing?"
A familiar man's voice rang out.
A deep, gravelly tone that stood out just from hearing it.
She turned toward the voice and saw a towering figure over 185 cm with broad shoulders.
In Yeonsung University's Korean Lit Department, there was only one guy built like that.
Readmit student Kim Jinwoo.
The legendary senior who caused such a ridiculous scene in his freshman year that even upperclassmen hesitated to approach—not to mention underclassmen.
And the pervert who'd roughly groped her breasts yesterday.
"Senior Kim Jinwoo?"
Their eyes met.
He flashed a bright smile the moment he saw her and walked over.
No way.
Is he really here for me?
What crazy thing is he planning this time?
Kim Jinwoo stood in front of her.
"And who're you?"
In his loose tee, he sauntered up casually.
"J-Jinwoo Sunbaenim. H-Hello. Yang Dong-ho, class of '21."
"Oh, yeah? Nice to meet you."
He grinned and extended a hand to Yang Dong-ho.
Kim Jinwoo, a full head taller, gripped Yang Dong-ho's hand firmly.
His hands were proportionally huge too.
"Eek!"
"So, Dong-ho junior, what's your business with Han Chae-ah?"
"Uh, w-well......"
Kim Jinwoo smirked at Yang Dong-ho, whose voice had shrunk in fear.
"If you got no business, mind if I take her? I do."
"O-Of course! I was just saying hi......"
Unlike his polished getup, Yang Dong-ho backed off easily.
In a male territorial spat, the loser yields his ground.
The winner was decided at first contact.
Yang Dong-ho scurried away.
"Tch, guy's got no spine."
"……."
"You were in a bind, right?"
Kim Jinwoo asked with a grin, watching the senior's retreating back.
"Looked like he was hitting on you, so I butted in. You don't like situations like this. Did I interrupt?"
It was unexpected.
That he'd help her like this.
Maybe he's not such a bad guy after all......
He'd protected her from the professor last time, and now this.
Maybe he wasn't just a pervert.
Pretty reliable.
"...Thanks."
It was sincere.
She'd really been in a tough spot.
To escape one unwanted invite, she'd have sought a better excuse.
But Kim Jinwoo's expression as he looked at her was odd.
"You saying thanks doesn't suit you."
"W-What do you mean?"
"Timing felt like you were about to curse me out. Like, 'Why's the perv butting in?'"
"Do you think I'm some potty mouth?"
"You're not?"
His words left her speechless, but oddly, it didn't feel bad.
What was it?
He didn't just see her as the "good girl."
Han Chae-ah found herself thinking Kim Jinwoo's appearance wasn't so bad.
"Anyway, one favor."
"A f-favor?"
"Not for here. Come with me a sec."
What on earth does he want to say?
"Why the face?"
"Huh? What about it?"
"You look like you're smiling."
"Me? Haha, what're you talking about? I'm not."
Han Chae-ah's expression was unusually bright today.
Her face lit up the moment she saw me, which was weird.
What's up?
Some ulterior motive?
Honestly, seeing her with some random junior tensed me up.
My face froze naturally, brows furrowed tight.
Talking to underclassmen was tricky.
I could feel the department avoiding me.
How could it not be awkward?
Glad it worked out, though.
Between guys, nothing builds rapport like a handshake.
Handshakes have always meant "no hostility, wanna get along."
He got it.
He left smiling, right?
Sorry for cockblocking, but my life was on the line.
Take Off Panties 0/1
🎁 Note: The stronger the teasing intensity, the richer the rewards.
Whew.
A quest tied to my survival.
If I don't complete it today, I'm dead.
No metaphor—literally.
So, I had to be a bit tense.
Worried she might not follow, but she came along surprisingly willingly.
"Here to get done in again today?"
"What?"
"Don't remember yesterday?"
"Oh."
Her expression finally stiffened.
A thoughtful look.
Starting to feel it now?
"You said you had a favor."
"And you just follow?"
"Not exactly......"
No confidence in her voice.
What's with this reaction?
"Here to tell me your panty color today?"
Once we stepped into a quiet path outside the lecture hall where few people passed, Han Chae-ah spoke first.
"Gonna tell me?"
"...W-Why should I?"
She tried playing it cool, but the blush on her face was undeniable.
Her genuine embarrassment made me chuckle involuntarily.
"Trying to act tough, but if you can't pull it off, don't even start."
"W-What do you mean?"
"Don't pretend to be bold. It ain't working."
"……."
Han Chae-ah shut her mouth.
A face realizing too late what she'd done.
Nice.
That's more like it.
Her expression stirred a sadistic urge I didn't know I had.
I stepped closer to her.
"Know what?"
"……."
"This place? Hardly anyone comes by. Research building with no classes, so maybe a prof or two at most. Unless you're a gym rat maniac, no reason to come here. It's that secluded. Get what that means?"
"N-No way, Senior... right?"
One of the emptiest spots on campus.
"Means no one around to see whatever I do."
I took another step toward her.
Han Chae-ah startled and backed away a step.
"Asked if you're curious earlier?"
"A-About what?"
"Your panty color."
"T-That was just a joke......"
"Yeonsung's goddess gives out panty colors as jokes now?"
"D-Don't call me that."
Her face beet red, she bit her lip.
That expression fueled my sadism; a smile crept onto my lips unbidden.
Unbelievable.
A woman who provokes like this with just her face?
Isn't that less a woman and more a female in heat?
I could see why so many guys kept challenging her.
I extended a hand to Han Chae-ah, who looked at me in shock.
"Mind if I take those panties?"
"...Huh?"
Sorry.
Since I'm trash already, might as well keep it up.
"Can I have the panties you're wearing right now?"
Her face, which I thought couldn't get redder, flushed even deeper.
"A-A-A-Are you insane?"
Damn.
Gonna attract a crowd.
Advertise you're giving away panties or what?
"Not insane."
"P-P-P-Panties... you want......"
Han Chae-ah, too shocked to even speak, covered her mouth with her hand.
Why so surprised?
"What's it like? I've already grabbed your breasts too."