The Book-Loving Pussy
I trudged through the front door, shoulders slumped. “I’m home…”
“Oh, welcome back, sweetie. You’re late today, aren’t you?”
“I already ate dinner. I’m pretty wiped, so I’m just gonna crash.”
I gave my mom a half-hearted greeting as she sat in the living room watching TV, then headed straight for my room. Maybe it was because I’d emptied every last drop of cum from my balls, but my shoulders refused to straighten. I quickly pulled the notebook from my bag, organized my thoughts, then collapsed onto the bed like a puppet with its strings cut.
From inside my shirt I took out the white mask and held it up to the soft glow of the desk lamp.
“......”
The front was painted pure white. The back was covered in tiny, indecipherable characters. There wasn’t even a slit for light to pass through the eyeholes—just an eerie wooden mask that felt more like a prop from a horror play or something you’d find in an occult shop. Crude. Ordinary. Yet this thing had turned Hyemi-noona and Yunsol into something else entirely.
I remembered the way Yunsol had walked out of the club room without a word, without a single change in expression. And Hyemi-noona, smiling like nothing had happened, completely unbothered by what she’d just done to her junior. I ran a hand through my hair.
Out of the thousand chaotic thoughts swirling in my head, the loudest one was self-loathing.
Hyemi-noona and Yunsol had stopped being human. And yet here I was, calm. More than calm—I’d felt raw lust for what they’d become, and I’d poured that lust into them without hesitation. When Hyemi-noona had declared she belonged to me, I’d felt genuine joy and a deep, satisfied sense of ownership. Even now, just thinking about how Yunsol would soon be mine too made my chest tighten with excitement.
I didn’t know if I’d always been this kind of monster, or if something inside me had changed. They used to be nothing more than a good older sister and a close junior… nothing more, nothing less. It was all so confusing.
A strange, crawling sensation wormed through my skull, followed by a nauseating wave of drowsiness.
“...What the hell am I…?”
I tried to grasp at the thought, but the darkness in my mind had already swallowed everything. I passed out.
The bus rattled along, early-morning air still carrying a chill despite it being early summer. I sat among commuting students, old folks in tracksuits, and all kinds of other passengers, then pulled out my phone. I opened the notes app, rubbed my throbbing forehead, and scrolled down.
1. Any woman who wears this mask ceases to be human and becomes something else.
— It’s hard to describe… but it turns them into an existence whose sole purpose is to milk semen from men.
I had no way of learning more about the mask. I hadn’t bought it. It had literally fallen from the sky and landed on my head. And I couldn’t exactly go around showing it to people to ask questions—god knows what that would cause. So for now, I was just documenting everything I knew.
Right below the first characteristic I’d written last night, I added what I’d experienced.
2. No matter what, the mask always returns to me.
— Even if I throw it away or lose it, it comes back. It doesn’t even break.
At first I’d thought the solution was simple: just get rid of the mask and everything would go back to normal. But then what about Hyemi-noona and Yunsol? Would they return to how they used to be? I had no guarantee. And this mask was the only clue I had to reversing what had happened to them. So I gave up on discarding it.
That morning I’d stuffed the mask into my bag like crumpled paper and headed for the bus terminal. I didn’t even notice it had fallen out until an old man held it out to me.
“Student, you dropped this.”
His eyes were hollow, bottomless. He didn’t even blink as he offered me the mask. I took it with frozen fingers. The old man simply turned around and walked back the way he’d come.
The whole thing felt wrong, so I deliberately threw the mask up into the branches of a roadside tree behind the stop. What happened next made me laugh bitterly.
The moment the mask caught on the thick branches, a crow swooped down from nowhere, pecked it free with its beak, and dropped it right at my feet.
I told myself it was just a crazy coincidence and threw it even farther into the grass. A minute later, a dog came trotting up with the mask in its mouth and set it down in front of me.
No matter how much I waved it away or tried to walk off, the dog just followed me, mask still in its jaws, as if insisting I take it back. That’s when I realized—neither the crow nor the dog had been coincidence.
I took the mask from the dog’s mouth, pulled out a lighter, and tried to burn it. Nothing. Not even soot. I stomped on it as hard as I could. Not a scratch. While everyone around me stared, I finally accepted the truth: the mask could neither be thrown away nor destroyed. I boarded the bus that had just arrived.
I typed the short note into my phone, then rubbed my aching head and stared out the window. Before I knew it, we’d reached the university stop. I got off with heavy steps.
Something felt off this morning… Why did my body feel so wrong?
I walked toward campus slower than usual. There was still a little time before class. Maybe I should grab some medicine for this fever at the convenience store… As I looked around, someone suddenly draped an arm around my neck from behind.
“Wooju! Hey! Whoa, dude… what’s up with your face? You sick or something?”
“Don’t yell right in my ear. My head’s already pounding…”
“Bro, if you feel like shit, go rest. Did you drink again last night? Hangover?”
“Jaehyeok, I can take care of myself, so please, for the love of god, lower your damn volume.”
This loudmouth was Park Jaehyeok, my friend from high school. We were in different departments, but we’d known each other since we were kids, so we still hung out a lot on campus. He was the kind of friend who’d keep yapping even when he could clearly see I was sick. Fucking bastard.
“Anyway, you hear the rumor?”
“What…”
Jaehyeok shook my limp body while he talked. “Hyemi-noona broke up with her boyfriend. You drank with her the other day, right? Did you notice anything?”
“…What?”
My hazy mind snapped back into focus.
“Yeah, yesterday some girls from our department overheard her on the phone in the bathroom. Apparently she was yelling, which is super unlike her. They listened in and it sounded like she was talking to her boyfriend. They kept fighting until she suddenly said, ‘Let’s just end it. I don’t need a bastard like you anymore.’ Damn.”
Jaehyeok clapped his hands with a weirdly impressed whistle.
“You know her ex, Taejun-hyung, right? That dude’s crazy good-looking… built like a tank from all the working out… and he was head over heels for Hyemi-noona. I never thought those two would break up.”
His voice kept droning on, but I barely heard him. I’d never actually met Hyemi-noona’s boyfriend, but I’d heard plenty of rumors. I remembered how she’d blushed at a drinking party, telling us he’d confessed right around the time I enlisted. I also remembered her coming out to drink to forget how much she missed him.
And now, barely two days later, she’d raised her voice and broken up with him?
I knew the reason. I knew exactly why Hyemi-noona had changed.
My head hurt. The throbbing in my skull wouldn’t stop. The headache just kept getting worse.
“So what do you think? This could be your chance, man… Wait, are you okay? You look like absolute shit. Hey, Choi Wooju?”
While walking beside Jaehyeok, my legs gave out and I crumpled to the ground.
“Haa… No, I-I’m fine. Sorry, I gotta go ahead…”
“Uh, yeah… sure. You should probably go to the hospital. Want me to take you?”
“No, I’ll handle it.”
“O-okay… Wait, dude, that’s the wrong way! The taxi stand is over there! Hey! Choi Wooju!!”
I didn’t have the energy to answer the voice calling after me. The story about Hyemi-noona had poured gasoline on the fire already raging inside my skull. Strangely, even through the crushing headache, the only thing that surfaced was the memory of her body—her narrow waist, the soft flesh that clung to my fingers, the greedy lips that had devoured my cock, that perfect, top-tier pussy.
The true identity of the headache that had been drilling into my brain since morning was lust. Abnormal, insatiable lust.
My legs moved on their own, carrying me into the university library that happened to be nearby. I didn’t care why I’d come here. Right now, I just needed—
“Yunsol, I’ll return the book later.”
“Sure. See you at the cafeteria.”
At the far end of the library corridor, Yunsol was smiling and chatting with a girl who looked like a friend. The moment her friend walked away, Yunsol’s face went blank again. It was as if she’d known I was coming—she turned and walked straight toward me.
“.............”
“Huu… haa…!”
Before I knew it, the distance between us had shrunk to a single step. The sweet scent of her body tickled my nose, and my cock instantly swelled, straining painfully against my pants.
There I was, standing right in front of her, breathing hard and sporting a massive erection, yet Yunsol’s expression didn’t change at all.
“................”
Her black eyes flickered with a jade-green glow as she stared into empty space.
I stepped forward and crushed my lips against hers without warning. Soft, plump lips. Sweet breath.
“Slurp… mmm…”
She didn’t resist. Her mouth opened naturally, offering me her tongue. I sucked on it greedily, swirling my own tongue around hers, sharing thick saliva. When it overflowed and dribbled down her chin onto the floor, I finally pulled back to breathe.
“..............”
Her mouth hung open, glistening with spit, tongue still twitching as if we were still kissing. I grabbed her small hand and dragged her into the restroom, locking the door behind us.
It didn’t matter anymore. It didn’t have to be Hyemi-noona. As long as there was a hole I could fuck.
I roughly flipped up Yunsol’s skirt and pulled her panties aside. Her slit was already slightly wet.
“…Still not wet enough. Get it soaked.”
“..............”
Squuuirt—! Spluuurt—!
At my short command, Yunsol’s cheeks flushed faintly while her expression stayed blank. Thick, slippery nectar gushed from her pussy, soaking her skirt and splattering onto the restroom floor.
I ran my fingers along the glistening strands of pussy juice dripping down, then rubbed her slippery folds. When I pushed my thumb inside and spread her open, the inner walls that should have been pink were now a bright jade color.
‘Yunsol’s almost fully “completed” too.’
Hyemi-noona’s voice echoed in my head. The girl in front of me was nearly finished. She was almost my personal cum-dump.
“Put your hands on the wall and push your ass out toward me.”
“........”
I made her brace her hands against the wall, spread her plump ass cheeks, and rubbed my cockhead against her dripping wet hole. Then I slammed my hips forward, burying myself to the hilt inside that tight, heavenly pussy.