Were You Two Really Close?
Yeah, you two were really close, right? The classroom emptied out as the other students filed away, falling silent in moments. Dust drifted lazily between the desks, and when the door to the hallway clicked shut, even the footsteps faded.
Jinhee stood in front of my desk, arms crossed, her gaze cold as she looked down at me.
"You can't just adjust the contract on your own like that."
"That's why I said I'd give you until tomorrow."
"Don't think you can brush this off so easily."
Jinhee made no effort to hide her irritation, her voice sharp with edge.
"Wouldn't it actually be better for you if a day passes and nothing happens?"
I leaned back in my chair, looking up at her.
"Were you that desperate for sex?"
Thwack! Her palm slammed down on my desk.
"Th-that's not what I...!"
She yelled, but her face flushed red. She was clearly trying to mask her inner thoughts with anger, oblivious to how it only fueled my sadism more.
"What if you go back on your word later after changing it like that?"
She clung desperately to framing it as a contract issue, not sex. It made me want to poke at her true feelings.
"Got it."
I bowed my head obediently.
"My mistake this time."
Her eyes narrowed. She knew I wasn't the type to back down so easily. Arms still crossed, she glared down at me with suspicion.
"I've been hanging out with this woman who likes me way too much, so I lost track of time."
Her face twisted in an instant. Her arms uncrossed, and her finger shot toward my face.
"You have a woman, and you're fucking someone else?"
Her pointing finger wagged in front of my eyes.
"You're trash. Trash."
Amusing reaction. She could be mad about breaking the contract, sure. But flipping out this hard over me having another woman? That was something else.
I rose slowly from my seat. Her pointing stopped. As I closed the distance, she backed away until her back hit the edge of a desk.
"Looks like that trash has a woman who loves getting fucked by him."
"...Wh-where would a woman like th-that even...?"
Her gaze trembled, unable to meet mine directly, her focus drifting.
"Who knows. Shall we check?"
"......"
Anger mixed with her glare, but she didn't retreat.
"Just get it over with, you trash bastard."
I grabbed her arm, twisted her wrist behind her back, and spun her around. Her body followed naturally.
"Ow!"
I shoved her forward against the desk. Her hands instinctively gripped the edge.
"Trash acting like trash, right?"
"Y-you...!"
Her words cut off. She must have felt my hand lifting the hem of her skirt from behind. The suit skirt hiked up to her waist, revealing sleek black stockings wrapping from her thighs to her ass. Beneath them, the outline of her panties showed through.
Jinhee bowed her head in silence, gripping the desk. Her shoulders shuddered once, then stilled. I pressed my index finger to the back of her knee. The moment it touched her skin through the stocking, her thigh muscles tensed.
Slowly, I trailed it up the inner thigh. The firm flesh yielded under my finger, transmitting every bit of pressure. Her ass twitched. What a sensitive body. Her skin quivered along the path of my single finger.
I laid my palm on the curve of her ass. The taut bounce as it compressed and sprang back. That wasp waist flaring into these hips—too perfect to hide under a suit skirt.
My fingers traced up and down the stocking line, from ass to inner thigh and back.
"Wh-what... are you doing?"
She tried to sound nonchalant, but her swallows came quicker each time my fingers rose.
"Gotta preheat if I don't want it to hurt when I shove it in."
Not wrong, so she opened her mouth, then shut it. My finger slipped from her inner thigh to her crotch, circling the gap between her legs slowly.
Her back arched slightly, shoulders drawing in. Her knuckles whitened on the desk. Her ass shook faintly with each teasing stroke. Unconsciously reacting to my hand.
I found the slit over her pussy through the stocking and pressed my index finger hard.
"Hng...!"
She tried to swallow it back, but too late. Her thighs clamped around my hand.
"What was that? Did you just cum from that?"
"...N-no... I didn't!"
She whipped her head around to glare, voice trembling as she tried to hide it.
"Right? No way, so I guess I need to do more."
"...Ah...!"
She'd dug her own grave. Denying it meant her pride wouldn't let her beg me to stop.
Her head dropped forward again. Sweat trickled down the back of her neck. I savored her twitching ass leisurely as I continued the caress. Her breathing grew ragged. Her back tensed with each heave of her shoulders. Head down, she focused every nerve on my fingers, stifling her breath.
From behind, she looked adorable—like she was bent over the desk, legs clenched tight, holding in pee. I pressed harder, stroking up the slit.
"Haht...!"
Her shoulders stiffened. She wanted to say stop, but pride sealed her lips. I liked that pride, so I tormented her more viciously.
"Ah..."
"Eut...!"
"W-wait."
"Why? Can't take it?"
"N-no...!"
She started shuddering. Her legs twisted uncontrollably. The ripple of thigh flesh inside the stockings transmitted to my fingertips. I pressed my finger hard again.
Her head snapped back.
"Ah... ahng...!"
Her whole body quaked, then slumped. She collapsed limply over the desk, ragged breaths filling the classroom.
I looked down at my hand. The stocking was soaked through with overflowing juices, transparent fluid glistening as it trailed down her thigh.
She tried to push up on trembling arms. I grabbed her waist.
"We haven't even started yet."
"W-wait... just a bit... let me rest...!"
I ignored her, yanking down the waistband of her pantyhose. As the wet fabric peeled away, sticky white fluids stretched like threads. Her pussy came into view. Juices poured down, her entrance pulsing open and closed, revealing pink inner flesh.
"You love sex this much, so why pretend you hate it?"
She just glared back wordlessly, jaw trembling between bitten lips. I tapped the entrance with my finger. Her waist buckled, juices gushing out.
I dropped my pants and pulled out my cock. Aligning the tip with her spread slit, her ass nudged back slightly.
"Time for the main event."
"Haa... just finish quick. Hng... you trash bastard."
Words spat to avoid defeat. But her hips were already moving on their own toward my tip. Since she wanted it so bad, better make her wait.
I started rubbing my cock along her slit slowly. Slick with her juices, it slid up and down her parted flesh.
"...Wh-what... haht... are you doing?"
Her fractured voice came out amid twitches.
I kneaded her ass with my palm.
"I'm such a pathetic premature ejaculator, gotta go slow or I can't enjoy it properly."
"Ah... no... just... haht... shove it in already."
Her mouth said that, but her pussy clung to my cock like a kiss. Each time the head touched her slit, the entrance twitched, trying to suck me in.
"Going in then."
I thrust my hips hard from the slow motion. Squelch. Buried to the hilt in one go.
"Haaaaang...!!"
Her words cut off. Her back arched like a bow, head snapping back. The moment my glans hit deep inside, her pussy clamped madly.
"Ah... ahng...!"
Juices poured down her inner thighs. Her whole body shuddered in orgasm, pussy swallowing my cock deep. It gripped like it had no intention of letting go.
I pulled back slowly, scraping her inner walls.
"Ohng...!"
"Hng...!"
She couldn't hide her moans anymore. Gripping the desk edge, she endured, but couldn't stifle the gasps each thrust brought.
Pressing the glans deep inside made her waist spasm. Who knew how many orgasms this was. Pussy juices pooled on the floor from her thighs.
"S-stop."
Unable to hold back, she reached behind to grab my arm.
"J-just... hurry up a bit."
"Hurry what?"
"Haaang...!"
I moved even slower, feigning ignorance. Finally, she couldn't take it.
"Move faster... gooong...!"
I ground against her cervix, making her tremble violently. I yanked her arm back. Her arched torso fell against my chest.
In that position, I started thrusting. Squelch, squelch, slap. Slap, slap, slap.
"Haht... ut...!"
Her dazed face drowned in pleasure, unfocused eyes half-open to the ceiling.
I had no intention of leaving her like that.
"You know what?"
"...Wh-what...?"
"Your little sister was dealing drugs."
Her pussy clenched instantly, body going rigid.
"...What?"
"W-wait... stop... eut...!"
I didn't. Thrusting deep, I continued.
"Drug trafficking, covered up as school violence."
Slap, slap.
"L-lies."
Her fractured denial came amid gasps of pleasure. I shoved deeper.
"Does it sound like a lie?"
"Trash. You're trying to trick... hng...!"
Slap-slap-slap.
"You'll understand once you see the data I gave you."
"Th-that can't be...!"
I thrust deep, scraped out, and pulled free.
"Haaang...!"
She shuddered violently, collapsing over the desk. I unloaded on her ass. Splurt, splurt. White semen trailed from her ass to her waist.
"Hoo...!"
I exhaled long, squeezing out the last drops. Pulled up my pants and circled back in front of her naturally.
Our eyes met as she panted, catching her breath. The eyes looking up from the desk were different now. Beneath the pleasure-loosened emotions lurked confusion.
"So, were you two really that close?"
Her eyes shook. Were she and her sister truly inseparable? Or had she just believed that alone?
"Wh-what are you...?"
I ignored her cry and left the classroom. The words I'd planted would gnaw at her mind. But since I'd pushed her off the cliff this time, I'd bring a gift next meeting.
I parked in front of the rental apartments and was about to head up to see Ayoung when I spotted a guy slumped at the complex entrance. Woochan.
He looked up at my footsteps and gave a hollow laugh. His lips curved up, but his eyes were empty.
"What're you doing?"
Instead of answering, he picked up a can of beer beside him and offered it.
"Have a drink. Can we talk for a sec?"
What a pathetic mess. I sat next to him with a pitying look. The streetlamp light fell over him from above, making his hunched back look even smaller.
He slid a beer can my way.
"Gotta drive."
He bowed his head and chugged his own. His throat bobbed a couple times. His hand was slick with condensation when he set it down.
"Jinho."
"Yeah."
"W-we're... friends, right?"
Friends, huh. Not sure, but I'd treated him like one.
"Yeah, sure."
Whatever I really thought, I answered that way on the surface.
"Liar."
I glared, and he smiled back weakly. No strength in those lips.
"We could never be equals, you and me."
He grumbled, fiddling with the can in both hands.
"No way we're in the same boat...!"
He chuckled bitterly and took another swig.
"Did you talk to me on the first day of school because of my mom?"
I sighed heavily.
"And if I did?"
"You're a bastard."
No patience for his drunken whining, so I stood.
"Drink in moderation and crash."
"Jinho."
"What?"
"Make my mom happy. Please."
My steps halted. Looking back, Woochan sat with his head hung low. His fingers gripped the can white-knuckled.
"First time she's ever cried begging me."
His voice cracked. Each word clawed its way out.
"......"
"I don't care how you see me or treat me. Doesn't matter."
He lifted his head. His face was a wreck under the light.
"Just make my mom smile. I've always wanted her face lit up forever. But..."
Words failed. He bit his lip, barely continuing.
"...you said you'd make it happen..."
Nasal from the sobs mixed with booze overflowing his throat.
"Man up, don't bawl like a bitch."
I grumbled, and he grabbed my leg. Small, skinny hand—but it clenched hard.
"Promise me, please."
I shoved his head away as I exhaled.
"Don't worry. I'll make your mom happier than you ever could."
"...Thanks."
I left him lying there, arm over his eyes, and headed up to see Ayoung.