Chapter 14
Chapter 14
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 14
Chapter Title: How About a Slave Instead of a Girlfriend?
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"Hyung, you coming to the gathering today?"
"Gotta go."
"Oh! You're really coming?"
"Why? Should I not?"
"Not like that. You've always turned these down. Thought you hated gatherings."
Now it's different.
Back then, I dodged gossipy assholes, but now my personality's completely changed.
"Any gathering, just call me."
"For real? Thanks. Makes it way easier."
"What do you mean?"
"Gathering people for these is a pain. You show up, girls are guaranteed."
"That so?"
"Totally. Plus, KakaoTalk's blowing up asking who you are... Whew."
He sighed deeply, clearly in a bind without me knowing.
No wonder his phone kept turning on and off during class.
They don't know me, so they hit up friendly-looking Lee Ha-jun.
"If curious, ask me direct. Why hassle him?"
"Right? Anyway, once time and place set, I'll text you personally—"
"Hey, you bastard. Jang Han-sol!!"
A booming voice echoed through the classroom.
All eyes turned to the entrance.
I looked too.
Lee Yoo-ra stood there, arms crossed, biting her pretty lower lip, glaring daggers at me.
Legs spread wide, she looked stunning, like a model.
Nice to see her on campus.
Couldn't hold back, tracked me to the classroom.
"Th-that's... Yoo-ra senior?!"
"Why's she here... not again?"
"Mad dog's here... Who pissed her off at semester start?"
Classmates recognized her, shrinking back.
How strict was she with underclassmen to earn 'mad dog'?
On the flip side...
"Whoa... even casual clothes look hot on her."
"Should I try talking to Yoo-ra senior?"
"Don't. She looks pissed. You'll get bit. Not the first."
Guys buzzing with lust to chat up a beauty.
Do they know?
This so-called mad dog was squirting all over my dick just days ago.
Cum gushing out when I pulled free.
Her legs buckling.
Hips giving out, arms limp.
Glassy eyes, totally slumped. Quite the sight.
"Yoo-ra senior. Long time no see."
I smirked and waved.
Now all eyes on me.
"Han-sol hyung. What went down with Yoo-ra senior?"
"Nothing much. Ignored her annoying texts?"
"Huh?"
Ignoring shocked Lee Ha-jun, I faced the fuming Yoo-ra approaching.
"You fu... Class over, why not come out? I was waiting."
Feared she'd explode on arrival.
But seeing the crowd, she dialed it back a bit.
"Why wait?"
"Cuz you keep ignoring my texts..."
"Missed me that much to storm the classroom? Want round two at home li—?"
"Hey! Not here... Ahem. What you staring at? Eyes down!"
She clapped hands over my mouth, then scanned around yelling.
Why vent her feelings on everyone?
Reason she's called mad dog.
Grab.
"Fi-first, let's talk outside..."
Too many eyes, she thought. Grabbed my wrist, dragged me out forcibly.
Even dragged, I casually called to Lee Ha-jun.
"Ha-jun, catch you tonight. Yoo-ra senior's got urgent business with me."
"Ah... yeah. Hyung... be careful."
"Sure."
Worried I'd suffer her hysterics?
As if. Leash is firmly in my grip.
Still, sweet junior looking out for his senior.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "What's up?"
"Shut up and follow!"
She dragged me briskly up the stairs.
Ended at an empty club room.
'Nice spot.'
Perfect for shady deeds, no people.
She slammed the door, panting hard.
"Out of breath from one flight? Yoo-ra senior needs workouts."
"I manage fine without your input. Whose fault anyway..."
"You dragged me here, now blame me?"
"...You keep pushing? I'm your senior."
"So what's mighty senior want?"
Sarcastic tone, she just frowned briefly, no outburst.
She smoothed her messy hair, shrugged off her jacket, handed it over.
"Hey. Used it well. Sorry late return."
"Bit late, no? Feels like a week."
"Had... circumstances. Don't ask."
She averted eyes, embarrassed.
Probably timed it to avoid seeming eager.
But returning after a week? Why not launder, bag it? Wearing it instead?
Zero fashion sense.
"Got a jacket to wear back? Cold today."
"Nah, house near campus, fine."
Yet right after stripping it, hands in pockets, shoulders hunched.
Flower frost hitting hard today.
Her thin tee bugged me.
What if she catches cold?
We'll be sucking and fucking plenty. Cold during sex? Total buzzkill.
I shook the jacket out, draped it back over her shoulders.
"Hey, you..."
"Just take it."
"T-take it? It's pricey."
Quick price check, huh.
Like she said, leather jacket easily topped a million won. I think.
Don't recall exact.
Not a price-tag shopper.
"Gift. Was gonna take back if didn't suit, but looks perfect on you."
"Re-really? No backsies later?"
Likes my style, bet.
Why else wear it to return?
"Yeah, sell on secondhand market, I won't complain."
"...Not that shameless... Anyway, th-thanks..."
Acted nonchalant, but cheeks flushed.
Happy but playing cool? Cute.
Ah... horny as hell.
"That all?"
"No, was gonna rip into you for ghosting texts too..."
"And?"
"...Then you pull this, mood's gone. Grab food?"
"One gift melts anger... Yoo-ra senior too easy?"
"That reignites it. Keep going. Little more, fist flies."
I chuckled at her arm-waving threat.
Then she went quiet.
She fidgeted, hands clasped awkwardly.
"Um, well... nothing big... that time."
That time... only the sex.
"Wanted clear... what are we now?"
"What are we?"
"Why... met on blind date... went all the way... need to define, right?"
I eyed her steadily.
Flushed face.
Ragged breaths.
Squirming hips.
Obviously reliving that day, getting off on it.
'Fuck. Can't hold back.'
Decided. Fuck her here.
Closed in, pinned her to the wall.
She flinched but didn't resist. Tried, but I spoke first.
"You wanna date me, senior?"
"N-no, not saying that... if you really want, not like I can't..."
I cut her off sharp.
"I don't do girlfriends."
"...What?"
"Some bitch cheated and ditched. No dating since."
"......"
Her face went blank.
Sympathy mixed with confusion.
Wondering why fuck if no dating? But then why not mad first?
The bold, sassy senior from first meet? Gone.
I grabbed her arms, buried nose in her neck without hesitation.
-Smack
Lips pressed, sucked, licked to heat her up.
"Wa-wait...! Wh-what... ngh♥"
-Twitch
Cute noise, thighs clenched.
Just light neck play got her going.
"What here?! No dating, why touch?!"
"But you'd make a fine #1 slave."
"Sl-slave?!"
Ignoring her shock, pressed closer.
Pinned her firm against the wall.
"Wa-wait. Han-sol... mmph! Mmmph!"
-Smack, suck.
Arms round waist, ravaged her lips rough.
Eyes shut, head turning, pushing me off.
But too weak against my assault.
Long kiss, parted for air. Silver saliva thread stretched long.
"Haa...! Haa...! We can't..."
"Really can't?"
"......"
Silent. Reason battling instinct.
I knew instinct would win soon. Smirked, hands moved.
Left gripped waist tight, right slipped into pants.
-Squelch
Expected wet, but hotter, sloppier.
"No, said no, hand where without permission..."
Raised index, eased into her pussy slit.
Squish, splurt... glorp
"Ook...! Ng, keee...♥"
Her protest turned vulgar moan.
Sloppy walls clamped finger hard. Chewy folds at fingertip drove me wild.
"Aa... aaaaah!!"
Pussy suddenly teased by my hand, speechless, just trembling.
I smiled, whispered in her ear.
"What can't? Pussy soaked like this."
"N-no... that's... ugh...! Stooop... there... keep... st-stimming... nghh!"
Recalling first fuck, I targeted her weak spots hard.
Each hit, she shuddered, leaned into me. Pure thrill.
I ramped speed. Added middle finger, stirred insides fierce.
Finally.
"Ugh, hiiit... c-cumming... eek... hiyaaaang!"
-Pshhhhh!!!
She came hard.
Ass quivering, pussy juice squirted out.
"Haa, huah...♥"
Panting, I watched, pulled fingers from pussy, sucked them clean.
-Churp.
A bit musky. But irrelevant.
"Tasty."
Lee Yoo-ra's pussy juice? Out of this world.