Finals Celebration Party (12)
The dormitory room brimmed with a lived-in, feminine charm that would shock anyone who stepped inside. Photos of a man plastered every inch of the walls—screenshots from online articles, sure, but plenty of candid shots delving into his private life, too. The overall vibe clashed hard with the room's girly atmosphere, exuding an eerie obsession instead.
At the desk in that very room, Moon Sulin quietly prepared to wrap up her day. Tomorrow was the celebration, and she'd be overseeing it from start to finish, which meant it'd be surprisingly hectic.
"...No good. I can't focus at all."
Shaking her head vigorously, Moon Sulin stood and stretched. She only had a bit more paperwork to sort, but nagging thoughts kept blocking her. Everyone had stray thoughts now and then, but lately, hers had spiked in frequency. All about one man.
They popped up during lectures, meetings, showers back at the dorm, even right before bed.
"...Hoo."
Still, she didn't hate it. If anything, it felt like the sole spark in her grueling routine. Her lips curved into a smile just thinking about him. She dashed to her bed, flopped onto it, and activated her smartwatch.
'Maybe I should send a message.'
They'd both gotten busier, so their chats had tapered off, but she didn't think it was at a point where reaching out felt burdensome.
"Alright, a natural selfie..."
She still remembered him saying he'd be fine with a photo. She'd actually snapped one last time to send, but then the skull-masked mine attacked, and she couldn't. Fighting had cost her a bunch of his photos anyway—she needed to replenish her stock.
"Hoo, fuu..."
But as Moon Sulin fiddled with her smartwatch, she checked the time and sighed. 3 a.m. It was her wind-down hour, but for normal folks, they'd have been asleep ages ago.
"Contacting him at this hour would make me seem rude, right...?"
Photo later, then. Even if they were flirting, manners mattered. Mmm. Nodding to herself, Moon Sulin pulled up articles about Lee Ho-yeon on her smartwatch. Come to think of it, her spare time lately revolved around him—scouring news, hunting photos, meeting if possible, daydreaming if not.
'How did this happen?'
His personality? His looks? She'd seen plenty of handsome guys before, but none stuck like this.
Pondering an unanswerable riddle, Moon Sulin simplified it: fate. She turned on voice recording mode, and files popped up. She played the one she'd listened to most—his voice.
- Sis. I love you.
"Hng...!"
Nope, work could wait. Just hearing his voice made her chest flutter—what else could this be but fate? Savoring that honeyed timbre that nearly stopped her breath, Moon Sulin cautiously slipped her hand between her thighs.
Squelch, squelch—
Each finger movement sent wet sounds echoing through the dorm room. Long overdue amid her busy schedule, her body tensed up fast.
- Sis. You like it here?
"Hii... U, uhn...!"
She wondered if he'd like this lewd side of her, but they were flirting, after all. The luxury bedsheets were already soaking, her legs twisting together. Moon Sulin focused on his voice in her ears, fingers working relentlessly. A blissful smile played on her lips—the kind an innocent girl might wear after falling for a bad boy.
*
Friday morning, the day of the finals celebration. I woke to unpleasant morning sunlight. I swear I'd drawn the curtains tight, but must've kicked them in my sleep. Hastily blocking the sliver peeking through, I stretched and fully roused myself.
Nam Da-eun slept curled up like a cat, which brought last night flooding back vividly. She always beat me up, but this deep slumber screamed how intense we'd gotten.
Tucking her face-hiding hair behind her ear, she blinked awake blearily. Eyes focusing on me, she murmured,
"Sleep well...?"
"Yeah."
Her face soured at my reply.
"...You said just once."
"Sorry."
I'd lost control in the heat. Lust was a beast I couldn't tame. She knew I went weird during sex but indulged me anyway—her fault a little, too.
'Take it or leave it.'
Not wanting to show her groggy side, Nam Da-eun bolted up and headed to the bathroom. She walked funny, lower belly aching—damn, that stirred me again. But restraint, yeah. Da-hee would wake soon, and we'd done plenty last night.
As Nam Da-eun vanished into the bathroom, footsteps approached from behind.
"Good morning, sir."
"...Yeah."
Scarlett approached like nothing happened last night, but staring at those plump red lips recalled her fellatio, leaving me off-kilter.
"The new house is vacant today, so I should check it out."
"Oh, right?"
"Yes. I'll ensure we can move in this weekend. Shall I put it under Master Ho-yeon's name?"
"Obviously. Fine by me."
"Understood. Then."
Scarlett left through the window after that. Was last night a dream? Too sudden—had I imagined it?
"Sigh... No."
"Huh?"
"Shit. Seriously."
"What?! Why scare me!"
Liliana, messy-haired in a tracksuit, was suddenly sprawled on the bed.
"...When'd you get here."
"Heard you talking to Scout, lay down after she left."
"Oh?"
I hadn't noticed at all, chatting with Scarlett. Maybe she was right about my weakness—women dulled my awareness. Noted.
"Anyway, why's Scout extra pretty today?"
"Scarlett? Same as always."
Not saying she wasn't—it was just her usual hotness, no dramatic difference like Liliana claimed.
"Hmm. Nah..."
Watching her tilt her head sparked a question.
"...Liliana."
"Yeah?"
"You, uh, still tease Scarlett with your tail lately?"
"Eh... Sometimes, but not this past week? She used to come to me first, but she's been avoiding lately."
"...What're you even saying. Stick to one name."
"Anyway, about a week? Why?"
"Just curious. Oh, that first time you 'tortured' her... Did Scarlett have a hymen?"
Asking a girl this—wild. Good thing it was a succubus; less guilt.
"Duh. I managed it carefully, so it's still there."
Succubus perks—she didn't bat an eye. But the answer was weird?
"...What? Tail went in, how's it intact?"
"Hymen's for cocks to break... Thought you'd do it during torture. That's why you're asking now, right?"
Liliana spouted nonsense about saving it for me.
"What do you even take me for."
Am I some sex monster? Nah. Or...?
Wait, yeah, that was my intent. Identity crisis mid-thought, and she continued.
"Sex monster."
"Perverted succubus."
"Korean simp."
"Told you not to use that."
I pinched her breast for the nonsense. Soft skin felt nice.
"Ow! Joke, joke!"
"Keep it up, your stream tanks."
"Weird. A fan said, 'Sis, ignore those Korean dudes, you got this!' lol."
"...Block that fan. Or your channel's done."
Imagining her stream flooded with slurs, sobbing over its ruin—headache incoming.
...Kinda hot, though.
"Ehh, tricked again? Uwuu...!"
Why buy into weird crap? That fan was polar opposite to a succubus. Watching her pound the bed, it hit me.
"What're you up to today?"
"Duh, streaming."
"Celebration day's mandatory attendance on paper. Students streaming'd raise flags."
"Gasp. What do! No Scout today either."
"Hmm..."
Take her along? Didn't wanna leave her. Had plans with Lucy and Lumi, but necklace swap could work.
"Sis... Play with us."
"Huh? Sure?"
Nam Da-hee emerged, approaching Liliana.
"Yup. Chicken skewers time."
"Sweet! I'm in!"
'Saved.'
Dragging Liliana was a hassle anyway—she'd sneak out constantly. As they squealed, I prepped to head out.
*
"Ten chicken skewers, ten takoyaki, ten Pikachu... Hmm, can I eat it all? Succubus challenge of the century...!"
"Moderation."
"C'mon, Da-hee."
"Okay, sis."
We four strolled the streets. Slipping past dorms was easy, but crowds from dorms to academy made gaps scarce.
"Liliana. Careful. Keep the barrier up."
"No worries. I'm a succubus, y'know?"
My level-ups boosted her mana naturally, letting her maintain a strong barrier solo now.
"Liliana. Weren't you a shut-in otaku? Magic's too good."
Suspicious. She'd blasted spells from day one.
"Mom said I'm smart, just lazy."
"...Right."
No useful info from her chats, as expected.
"Ho-yeon, this spot looks good."
"Yeah. Have fun."
We found a quiet alley to split. I had Lucy and Lumi waiting.
"...Won't ask for a dance. Enjoy yourself."
Nam Da-eun whispered pre-split, careful not to alert Da-hee. Adorable. I pulled her in for a quick kiss.
"Eep, y-you! Da-hee's watching...!"
"Didn't see."
Nam Da-hee was deep in chicken skewer-Pikachu debate with Liliana. Perfect timing.
"......Thanks."
Smooch—
Confirming Da-hee looked away, Nam Da-eun hugged me quick and fled.
"Cute."
Nothing beats a pretty girl blushing. Nodding, I slipped into the opposite alley.