Chapter 13
Chapter 13
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 13
Chapter Title: Make Me Your Girlfriend!
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"Hyung, so can you introduce me to a girl?"
"What a hassle... I'll watch what you do first."
"Come on, hyung. Just help me get a girlfriend and I'll buy you a meal."
Why was this guy so desperate for an introduction?
'What's his deal?'
Did he have some circumstances?
I could understand hating group hookups, but if he wanted a girlfriend that badly, wouldn't doing group hookups make sense anyway?
"Ah, hyung! I wasn't really trying to curse you out... Actually, there's a reason I can't do group hookups, and that's—"
'Now that I think about it, he looked like he had something to say.'
His constant yapping had annoyed me so much that I hadn't even listened and just cut him off.
Maybe I should hear him out now? I was about to say something when one woman's arrival stopped me cold.
"Hello, everyone."
A bright, high-pitched voice rang out from the front.
"I hope you all had a great break. I see some familiar faces and some new ones too."
I turned my head. There stood a woman with a radiant smile.
Long, silk-smooth hair and seductive, mature eye-smiles that drew you in.
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A tight H-line skirt hugging her sexy hips, paired with black stockings.
Her violently voluptuous breasts tucked away inside a crisp white blouse.
Choi Go-eun.
As far as I knew, she was the youngest professor in the Law Department—the only female one—and a married woman.
'Her tiny waist and firm ass are insane no matter how many times I see them. I want to grab that waist and pound her from behind until she's too cock-addled to teach, just a brainless slut who only knows dick.'
Seeing a pretty woman sparked these lowbrow thoughts, and my cock started twitching. Damn body, always so honest.
I'd love to fuck Choi Go-eun too, but since she's married, it wasn't as easy as I wanted.
One wrong move, and I could wreck a whole family... Better to just enjoy the view.
Unless she approached me first, actively seducing her felt too guilty.
"I'm assuming no one's skipping the first class, so let's do roll call. Kim Kap-soo."
"Yes!"
Every time a student answered, Choi Go-eun made eye contact to confirm.
Seemed like she wanted to match names to faces on day one.
"Jang Han-sol."
"Yes."
"……"
Choi Go-eun, calling attendance, froze the moment she saw my face—forgot to keep going.
In any other situation, the vibe would've been weird.
Students followed her gaze to me, then couldn't look away.
"Uh... Ja, Jang Han-sol...?"
Our eyes met, and her pronunciation faltered a bit.
"Yes, Professor. I just answered, so once is enough."
"Ah, r-right... Ahem. Continuing roll call. Cha Dong-soo."
And so the first lecture began.
But instinctively, I sensed her attention locked on me.
"So for this semester..."
Every time she turned from the board, her eyes met mine without fail.
'Isn't she married?'
It was ridiculous, but I didn't read too much into it.
She's married and a professor, after all. She wouldn't do anything stupid over one hot guy.
'Don't chase what you can't have.'
I turned my attention away from Choi Go-eun entirely.
Messages had been piling up.
📱 Messages from Lee Yoo-ra [Lee Yoo-ra: Let's eat together] [Lee Yoo-ra: Saw it but no reply?] [Lee Yoo-ra: Ignoring my texts right now?] [Lee Yoo-ra: Oh?] [Lee Yoo-ra: 3] [Lee Yoo-ra: 2] [Lee Yoo-ra: 1] [Lee Yoo-ra: Hey.] [Lee Yoo-ra: Wanna get fucked? Ignoring texts from your senior?] [Lee Yoo-ra: Second-years must be in Prof. Choi's class now] [Lee Yoo-ra: Wait right there after. I'll come get you] I didn't reply.
'No contact all break, and now she hits me up when she needs something? Cocky bitch.'
Time to remind her of the pecking order.
Only I get to seek her out when I need her.
'If you're not gonna keep in touch, don't start again. Senior Yoo-ra.'
I turned off notifications and pocketed my phone.
Interest in her hadn't vanished.
I just wanted her to grasp her place a bit better.
Before, I'd approached her first.
We were strangers then.
Plus, she seemed prideful.
Unlikely to give it up easily unless I initiated.
But now?
She'd already shattered a major barrier by fucking me.
A guy might brush it off as a one-night thing.
But for a woman, the man who took her first time? Hard to dismiss so casually—heart would ache.
Even her texts showed her pride crumbling, desperate to talk.
That didn't make me look down on her.
'A month's experience proves it. I'm a different breed. Any woman who's had me would act the same.'
Self-praise, maybe.
But those hidden traits I skimmed over—too many to read fully.
They showered me in women's love.
Made them beg for my attention.
That's me, Jang Han-sol.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "Hyung, about that girl..."
The lecture ended, and Lee Ha-jun sidled up immediately.
"Tch. Drop it. I'll hook you up if I feel like it."
Not that I planned to—too annoying.
My slight frown was enough; he backed off, taking it as a warning.
"Yeah... Sorry, hyung."
I ignored the dejected guy and scanned the room for Lee Yoo-ra.
No reply, but she'd definitely show.
Then—
Pfft.
'What?'
A woman approaching locked eyes with me, then curved her lips into a sly smile.
Cute bob haircut, cat-like eyes brimming with mischief.
Petite, pretty— the type who'd be popular for being "adorable."
'Didn't know we had a cutie like her.'
She bounced over and addressed us both.
"Ha-jun! Drinks tonight, right?"
Ah, so her business was with him, not me.
"Huh? Out of nowhere?"
"Semester started! Lots of returnees—perfect chance to mingle and drink up."
"Maybe... Posted in the second-year group chat?"
"Nah, you do it. You're the ex-class rep; folks'll show if you post."
"Come on, that's not how it works. Fine, I'll post."
They chatted like old pals—probably friends since last year.
Nothing to add, so I spaced out waiting for Yoo-ra when she spoke up.
"Hi. Han-sol oppa. I'm Yoo Chae-eun."
"Oh, hey. Nice to meet you."
Yoo Chae-eun? First time hearing... Wait, kinda familiar.
Oh yeah, vaguely recalled a cute second-year girl.
You might wonder how I forgot, but back then I was obsessed with Lee Ye-rin. No helping it.
I figured she was just someone whose name I knew—no real connection—when she squinted playfully, leaning in close.
Even on tiptoes, she barely reached my chest, but the proximity flustered me.
She seemed the type who got touchy-feely with everyone, no boundaries.
"Wow, oppa, you really are hot."
"Yeah, I know."
"Heh."
Now she hooked her arm in mine, scanning me top to bottom.
Back then, that gaze would've irked me.
Now? I loved it.
"With a face like that, it'd be weirder if you didn't know. Got a girlfriend, oppa?"
"Why curious?"
"If not, make me yours?"
"Hey, Yoo Chae-eun. Han-sol hyung's—"
Lee Ha-jun panicked, trying to intervene.
He knew I'd broken up with Ye-rin.
I stopped him instead.
"Let her. But call me Master, not oppa. Cool?"
"Master?"
"Yeah. I like that."
I grinned slyly. She froze, mouth agape.
"Pfft—hahaha! Master! He said Master!"
She burst out laughing.
I hadn't expected that big a reaction, but I'd banked on her taking it well.
One perk of being hot: sexual jokes land perfectly.
Her bubbly personality made it a fun gag to her.
"Kuh—pfft... So I'd be oppa's slave?"
"Obviously. I'd pay you properly, though."
"Huh? Then not a slave."
"Master's call. I'm a nice one."
"Oppa, you're hilarious. Thought you were quiet, but you're a sneaky beast inside. No slave for me—I'll think it over!"
"Sure. Hit me up if interested. I'll wait."
"Yup! Come drinking tonight, oppa! If you don't, I won't either~"
"Hey, what? You called it—you gotta go."
"Whatever! You drag Han-sol oppa. See you tonight~ Bye-bye~"
Yoo Chae-eun waved and left with her waiting friends.
I turned to Lee Ha-jun, who stared after her in disbelief.
"Date her. She's got aegyo, seems easygoing—likes guys."
"Crazy? She's just a friend. Chae-eun's bright, but not that thirsty."
"For a non-thirsty girl, her eyes were dripping honey the whole chat."
He gave me a dumbfounded look.
"You pretending not to know?"
"What?"
"Any girl talking to you doesn't eye-fuck you like that?"
"Aha!"
How'd I forget?
Lee Yoo-ra had resisted my looks lately, so it slipped my mind.
"She drunkenly said her type's insanely hot guys once, but I didn't think... Never seen Chae-eun like that on sight—asking if single and begging to be girlfriend. First time, hyung."
"I see."
So she doesn't usually, but since I'm her type, she went bold?
'Not a bad feeling...'
Suddenly, Yoo Chae-eun appealed to me.
How could a guy resist a girl acting different just for him?
Ha-jun said first time seeing it, but it didn't feel forced to me.
Not man-crazy... Just no ideal guy till now?
Boldly asking her type to girlfriend her? That's thirsty.
'High standards, huh.'
College has plenty of young, hot guys, but she only acts this way with me.
Same year too—perfect to enslave for long-term use.