Chapter 19
Chapter 19
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 19
Chapter Title: That Bitch Was You?
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[Lee Ha-jun: Hyung, what do I do?]
[Lee Ha-jun: The third-year student council guys found out that the second-years are getting together to drink today.]
[Lee Ha-jun: So they suggested we all drink together—first, second, and third-years...]
[Lee Ha-jun: Sorry, hyung. If it's a hassle, you don't have to come.]
I was working out at the gym when I finally checked KakaoTalk and got a shock.
"Not just second-years, but first- and third-years too..."
Even though I'd gotten over my shyness since my personality changed, I hadn't expected a simple drinking party to blow up like this.
That said, I didn't want to blame Lee Ha-jun for it. If anything, I felt bad for the guy.
It was obvious the third-years had strong-armed him into it.
'If the third-years push like that, Ha-jun can't really say no.'
Lee Ha-jun was the kind of cute underclassman that seniors everywhere looked out for.
Or, put another way, he got dragged around by seniors wherever he went.
He had no choice but to play yes-man, so he must have his share of headaches.
'That's why he didn't want to CC with this guy?'
The moment he did CC, rumors would spread like wildfire, and everyone he knew would bug him about it.
I knew exactly how tough that could be.
Of course, even if Lee Ha-jun did CC, he wouldn't get the kind of nasty rumors and backtalk that I did.
I was the faceless creep who went after a famous campus goddess, while Ha-jun had been winning people over throughout his college life.
Anyway, going to the drinking party was no big deal.
But there was something that bugged me.
Ha-jun probably knew about it too, which was why he was apologizing.
It was—
"Will Lee Ye-rin show up...?"
My ex-girlfriend's attendance.
What started as a casual second-year gathering had somehow turned into a massive department mixer for first-, second-, and third-years to kick off the new semester.
People hunting for new cliques now that the semester started. Freshmen wanting to impress upperclassmen. Returnees looking for new connections.
Plenty of reasons for people to show up, and Lee Ye-rin—someone who loved flaunting her superiority at events like this—was very likely to be there.
"I don't want to run into her, but I have no reason to dodge her either."
I hadn't done anything wrong. I was the one who'd gotten hurt.
Besides, Ye-rin would probably assume I wouldn't show and come anyway.
I couldn't stand watching her prance around all bubbly after cheating and dumping me.
I had to go and at least make her sweat a little.
[Jang Han-sol: I'll be there.]
[Lee Ha-jun: You sure? Ye-rin noona's definitely coming...]
[Jang Han-sol: Doesn't matter. No reason to avoid her.]
[Lee Ha-jun: Got it. Just head to the pojangmacha strip by 7 p.m.]
The dice were rolled. I'd face my ex with my changed self.
With that resolve burning in me, as I kept working out—
[Lee Yoo-ra: Hey, Jang Han-sol]
[Lee Yoo-ra: Heard there's a first-, second-, and third-year drinking thing tonight? You coming?]
[Lee Yoo-ra: Even if you weren't planning to, come for me?]
[Lee Yoo-ra: I'm bored~]
[Lee Yoo-ra: Let's drink together ㅎㅎ]
I got a message from Lee Yoo-ra begging me to come.
After scolding this noona a few times, she'd gotten kinda cute. A lot more honest with her feelings too.
Turns out, the only thing that tames a woman is dick.
"Senior Yoo-ra was delicious..."
Crude way to put it, but her body really was top-tier.
Soft yet toned with muscle, a tight pussy that gripped you. Lewd moans and a face twisted in slutty bliss.
Even her ass shaking playfully as she got on all fours and begged to make me cum.
Out of all the women I'd had, she was S-rank.
'When my slave asks like this, no way I'm skipping. Definitely going.'
I'd already decided to go anyway, but since things were lining up, I'd rack up some favor too.
[Jang Han-sol: Was gonna skip 'cause it's a pain, but since senior asked so nicely, I'll come.]
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ 'Changing at home and coming back sounds like a hassle. Gotta hold back at school.'
I parted ways with Jang Han-sol, went home, changed, and headed back to the department lounge.
A bunch of third-years were killing time there too, waiting for their next class, just like her.
The noisiest group was the one with Kang Seok-ho.
The moment Kang Seok-ho spotted Lee Yoo-ra, he waved her over.
"Oh, Yoo-ra, come on in. You're late today."
"Yeah. Had to run home for something."
"Heard you caused a scene in the second-year classroom earlier?"
"Huh? What bullshit is that?"
"This guy told me? Said you went straight there after their class ended."
Lee Yoo-ra tilted her head and glanced beside Kang Seok-ho.
There was Lee Ha-jun, shoulders hunched, arm slung around by Seok-ho.
What the...?
Don't second-years have class right now? Why's he here?
She didn't know other years' schedules, but she vaguely remembered Han-sol saying he had no classes as a second-year.
"Lee Ha-jun, no class for second-years, right? Why aren't you home? What's up?"
"Seok-ho hyung said he had something to tell me... haha, ha..."
Ah, got it.
Seok-ho must've grabbed Ha-jun, who was trying to head home, and forced him to stick around.
And the "something to say" was obviously a lie from Seok-ho.
'He was like this last year, and even as a second-year, he's still getting dragged around by Seok-ho.'
She knew Seok-ho treated Ha-jun like a cute junior.
But the guy was such a wild partier that she worried he'd bully the kid into stuff he didn't want.
"Hey, Lee Ha-jun!"
"Yes, yep! Yoo-ra senior."
"Don't stay there. Come sit by me."
"Ah..."
At her command, Ha-jun glanced sideways at Seok-ho like he was checking for permission.
Yoo-ra was dumbfounded—and annoyed that he wasn't listening—her face twisting up.
"I have something to say. Hurry up! Why are you looking at him? Is Seok-ho your dad?"
Her voice was loud enough to halt the lounge chatter for a second.
The people around her stared in shock, but she didn't care. Yoo-ra had been infamous in the law department for her attitude since freshman year.
"Seok-ho hyung, it's just... Yoo-ra noona's calling me..."
"Why tell me? Am I the only senior? Call her senior too. Do what you want."
"Ah, yes...!"
Ha-jun scurried over and sat beside her.
How long had Seok-ho been bossing him around that even switching seats needed permission?
Poor kid. She'd ask what she needed and get him away from Seok-ho ASAP.
"You close with Jang Han-sol?"
"Pardon...?"
"I asked if you're close with Jang Han-sol. Answer straight, no beating around the bush."
Did this guy turn passive around seniors or what?
Han-sol, same year, was rude but never shrank back like this.
'Wait.'
What am I thinking?
Comparing this guy in front of me to Han-sol on reflex?
Why?
She told herself it was just because Han-sol was the only guy worth comparing to.
"Uh... not sure if we're that close, but last year at MT, when I felt like puking, that hyung followed me and patted my back in the bathroom. Even got me water."
"He patted your back? Not like he was gonna hit you and you mistook it?"
"Yep! Definitely patted my back and brought water!"
She couldn't picture big, fierce-eyed Jang Han-sol taking care of someone.
He looked like the type to force-feed you, not care for you.
"Just you? Or everyone?"
"Pardon...? Oh, uh, I think it was just me!"
"Sure?"
"Positive!"
Ha-jun's voice had a soldier's snap to it.
If he was this emphatic, he wasn't lying.
Makes sense—he was chatting with Han-sol when she showed up in the classroom.
'They're pretty close then. If I play this right...'
Lee Yoo-ra's mind raced.
And she reached a conclusion: Don't touch Ha-jun.
Use him kindly as a flesh... slave to score points with Master.
'Not that I'm really a slave—it's just role-play...! Ahem.'
This was why dick was scary. She wanted to impress Han-sol.
Who knew?
Slave-Master now, but maybe hubby later...
'Fuck... what am I thinking? Calling that creep hubby? Gross.'
No way she'd call a guy who treated her like a slave "honey."
"Okay. Done here. Go home."
"Hey, Yoo-ra, what gives? Don't send him home. I got stuff to say to him."
"Hey, you asshole! It's obvious you're full of shit. Quit dragging him around. This ain't the army in '88."
"Wha—what? Why the sudden cursing?"
Seok-ho scowled at the insult, but Yoo-ra wasn't scared one bit.
Money, looks, strength—Han-sol topped him in everything.
And she'd stood her ground with peak-male Han-sol their first time.
Why fear a bully who picked on underclassmen?
"Um... so, should I go or stay...?"
"Didn't you hear? Hyungs and noonas are hanging out—don't butt in all clueless. Scram."
"Ah, yes, sir!"
Unable to withstand Yoo-ra's tirade, Ha-jun fled the lounge.
Oddly, Seok-ho—known among guys for his rough temper and strength—didn't stop him when Yoo-ra forced him out.
Instead, Seok-ho clicked his tongue.
"What's with you suddenly? On your period?"
"Fuck, that's harassment—you wanna die? Just felt bad for the kid stuck here even after class."
"Since when do you care about juniors? Tsk... you're worse than me if anything."
"Whatever. So what'd you want with Ha-jun? If it's important, I'll drag him back."
"...Forget it."
"Ha!"
Yoo-ra snorted. Just as she figured—Seok-ho just wanted a drinking buddy.
Cold tension hung between them, and with the department's two big shots quiet, the lounge hushed.
But as time passed, chatter slowly resumed.
Things settling back to normal, Seok-ho quietly spoke to Yoo-ra first.
"Hey, Yoo-ra."
"......"
"Mad?"
"What? I'm just tired today—don't bug me."
"If you're not mad, come to drinks tonight. New semester bash."
"Nah. Drinking with you guys sucks. Always turns into perv talk."
"Not tonight. Can't even if we wanted. First-, second-, third-years all together."
"R-Really?!"
"Huh? Yeah... Ha-jun said second-years were drinking, so we made it everyone... Why so hyped suddenly?"
"'Cause it's a great idea. Awesome! Gotta invite my friend~"
She fired off a message to Han-sol right away.
She'd felt a bit bummed thinking they'd only fucked and grabbed coffee that morning before parting.
Perfect timing—she wanted to drink and have a real talk.
She knew nothing about him.
They'd fucked twice, so she should at least know what he liked, right?
Asking over text was too random, so she'd gauge the mood over drinks.
"Hey! No other departments. Law department only."
"It's fine. She's law too. Second-year."
"Oh yeah? Wait... boyfriend? Ooh~ Yoo-ra escapes solo life?"
"Wanna die? Not boyfriend, just my mas—"
"Mas...?"
"Di—did I say master? Haha... Tired, words slipping. Just a dongsaeng who lives next door or whatever. Don't make it weird or you're dead."
"Oh yeah? What's his name?"
"You wouldn't know him. Kept a low profile freshman year."
"Still, tell me. I know most people."
"You won't know... Jang Han-sol. Ring a bell?"
"Duh. Who doesn't?"
"Huh?"
Yoo-ra stared at Seok-ho in shock.
Seok-ho shrugged like it was obvious.
Seeing her reaction, he chuckled dryly.
"Famous for CC. Pretty big deal law couple. You didn't know? Wait, shouldn't you?"
"CC? Oh, no way... Who's the girl he dated? W-Wait, someone I know?"
She'd heard vague rumors of CC and dating but never cared.
But hearing he'd CC'd despite swearing off girlfriends blew her mind.
Then she recalled Han-sol's words.
-I don't make girlfriends.
-Some bitch screwed me over and bailed. Decided no dating after that.
Seok-ho said "famous couple" in past tense, so they'd broken up.
Timeline fit: CC first, then Han-sol soured on relationships.
'Who the hell was it?'
Yoo-ra was dying to know.
What bold bitch could scam Jang Han-sol and get away?
Escaping him at all was miraculous.
She couldn't.
'Once you're impaled on that, it's too good to think straight—how do you even escape? He's rough, but as a boyfriend... top prize, right?'
Even her, who approached thinking she'd toy with him, drowned in inescapable pleasure and thrill.
Masturbating a week straight, unable to calm her excitement.
And that scam of a face, stimulating body and mind—no escape.
Her curiosity about the girl grew, just as Seok-ho started to spill.
"She's—"
-Click.
The door behind her opened right then.
Seok-ho nodded toward it.
"There. The main character."
"Who the hell..."
"Main character? What were you two talking about?"
A familiar voice she'd heard somewhere before.
Yoo-ra turned.
"Y-You?!"
She shot up from her seat the moment she saw the protagonist.
"Huh? What's wrong, unnie?"
It was none other than Lee Ye-rin.
Lee Yoo-ra's own little sister.