Chapter 29
Chapter 29
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 29
Chapter Title: The Kind and Pure Lee Ha-neul
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“...”
Lee Ha-neul lay on her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
It wasn't because she was tired. She just felt like spacing out.
The university she'd visited for the first time.
The drinking party with seniors she'd met for the first time.
And... the lewd act between a man and a woman she'd witnessed for the first time.
All of it was brand new, and she couldn't believe she'd gone through it all in a single day.
“Feels like I'm dreaming...”
It didn't feel real at all.
She'd thought becoming an adult would change everything drastically.
When the new year passed and she turned eighteen for real, not much had changed, leaving her bored.
This is what being an adult is?
Her life felt no different from high school, making her scoff.
The only change was being able to order drinks confidently at a bar. That was it.
But stepping into university felt like a whole new life was beginning.
Everything that happened today was unfamiliar and fresh.
If she had to pick one...
-Pre...tend... you... didn't... see?
-Watch... closely.
The memory of Jang Han-sol casually shoving his dick into a woman's mouth at the bar and reveling in it.
When she got caught, he glared at her like he wanted to kill her, silencing her, then begged her to pretend she hadn't seen anything.
His sheer audacity made her flinch in fear and agree without thinking.
Even after she spotted him, he didn't care and kept fucking away.
As if that was his one and only goal.
She had no idea how shocked she was.
Her heart pounded like mad.
Her first impression was of a handsome guy with fierce eyes.
Not just handsome—he was the handsomest of the handsome.
She thought their department was something else to have a senior like him, with that kind of aura.
Someone you'd never forget after one glance.
A guy like that would have fame and fortune rolling in just for breathing.
But doing something like that at a bar?
He's insane.
If he wasn't crazy, there was no way he'd do it.
Who could even imagine it?
Someone with that face openly pulling a stunt like that in public.
Isn't his face wasted on him?
But what caught Lee Ha-neul's attention was something else.
Sure, if his lust was out of control and he had "nothing to lose," he could do it in a bar.
But he was the type who didn't need to.
She knew it.
Every casual item on his body screamed expensive luxury brands.
He had money to burn.
Yet he took the risk in a public place?
Lee Ha-neul couldn't wrap her head around it.
Does he not care at all how others see him if they catch him?
Image.
She'd always tailored herself to how others perceived her.
Pretty, kind, pure.
Everyone always said that about her, showering her with affection.
Was Lee Ha-neul really that kind and pure?
No. She had no choice but to play along because everyone kept looking at her that way.
Ignoring her public image wasn't easy.
She feared the reactions if she acted out of character.
After years of molding her personality to fit the image...
She didn't know any other way to earn love besides being the "good girl."
So, no matter her true nature, she ended up living the part.
Always kind, pure, quiet, smiling prettily.
People liked it and looked at her fondly, so she didn't mind.
But there was a problem.
Living up to an image was more stressful than she thought.
I'm already stressed out enough—how am I supposed to deal with seeing that right in front of me?
She got up from the bed and rummaged through the deepest drawer of her desk.
She had to relieve the stress.
Otherwise, she couldn't keep up the good girl act the next day.
Her way of blowing off steam was doing something "Lee Ha-neul" would never do.
Her personal stress relief method.
And after countless trial and error, the best one was...
Here it is!
Lee Ha-neul pulled out a pink egg-shaped rotor from the drawer.
I thought I was gonna die wanting to masturbate.
Masturbation.
Especially today, with all the stress, she decided to make it intense.
Lee Ha-neul stripped off all her clothes.
Her pink nipples, slim waist, and the pink slit between her closed thighs reflected in the full-length mirror.
Even she had to admit it was a stunning body.
Standing naked in the middle of her room, Lee Ha-neul began her fantasies.
If I walked around outside like this, aggressive guys wouldn't be able to hold back and would rape me.
Every hole would get filled until I inevitably got pregnant.
I might not even make a proper mom since all my milk for the baby would get sucked dry by men.
The opposite of the life most women walked.
Those thoughts made her lower belly tingle.
Her crotch heated up, her breathing grew ragged.
But then... a problem arose.
Thinking of aggressive men brought back the scene from the bar.
......
Jang Han-sol.
The first guy she'd met today, but the most aggressive man she'd ever seen.
Glared at her like he wanted to kill her, yet treated the woman roughly without a care.
Forcibly shoved his dick in her mouth and enjoyed her pained expression.
Not satisfied with fingering Lee Yoo-ra to oblivion.
Grinned lecherously at her, like he wanted her to watch.
Everything from one to ten fit her sex fantasies perfectly.
A real man like that actually exists.
The moment that thought hit...
The images of men raping her in her fantasies all turned into Jang Han-sol.
-You want it too, huh? Then come here and spread your pussy. I'll treat you nice.
Following his imagined words, she spread her pussy with her fingers.
Her fantasy Jang Han-sol sneered mockingly.
-You're a bigger pervert than I thought. Fine, you pass. You're my slave from now on.
Slave.
I don't want to be a slave!
She desperately resisted in her imagination.
But fantasy Jang Han-sol saw through her fake protests and approached, whispering in her ear.
-You want it deep down, don't you, Lee Ha-neul?
-You want to be like Lee Yoo-ra, that's why you watched us so intently.
It was true.
He looked so happy, doing whatever without caring about prying eyes.
She ignored the order to close her eyes and kept watching.
She'd even thought briefly...
That the woman getting roughly handled like a slave wasn't Senior Yoo-ra.
It should have been her...
-Drip...
“Ah... it's leaking out.”
Lee Ha-neul felt it.
Her pussy was getting wet faster than usual from the fantasies.
She quickly positioned the rotor at her entrance and carefully pushed it in.
It resisted at first, but halfway in, it slipped right inside with a pop.
“Hngh...♥”
Lee Ha-neul looked in the mirror.
A pink string matching the rotor dangled obscenely from between her legs.
Anyone could tell she had a weird toy stuffed inside.
-Who'd think this is the good girl Lee Ha-neul? Total fantasy breaker.
“Haa, haa.”
But this alone wasn't enough to relieve her stress.
Today had been extra stressful.
-Stand in front of the door.
She slowly walked over and stood before her bedroom door.
Then she mimicked the slutty pose from some porn site.
Spread her legs wide like a frog, hands behind her head.
“Wow...”
Looking down at herself, she couldn't help but gasp.
Imagining her pretty face in such a vulgar pose in front of the door made her feel like a bad girl.
If anyone saw this, it'd be total disaster.
Legs spread perfectly for fucking.
Pussy slightly parted from the rotor inside.
Her anus below twitching open and closed.
Imagining someone opening that door and seeing her like this made her tremble.
From fear? No, from excitement.
My whole family is outside... if they caught me like this, it'd be over for real...
She couldn't stop.
To really get into it, she turned on the rotor and set it to [Low].
-Vrrr...
“Haht!”
Her legs buckled, body swaying.
-Hold the pose. If you break it, I'll throw you out like this. Your parents and brother would love that.
“Hngh...! N-no... can't... if they find out, my good girl life as Lee Ha-neul... is totally over...”
Lee Ha-neul steadied herself, desperately maintaining the frog pose.
If she collapsed here, everyone would see her shame.
She usually used [Medium] at most.
But maybe because of the pose, or the fantasy Jang Han-sol...
[Low] was already intensely stimulating.
What if I bump it to medium?
Curiosity sparked.
Her fantasy Jang Han-sol whispered right away.
-[Low] too easy for you? Wanna try [Medium] then?
The remote was in her hand, of course.
But she cranked it to [Medium] as if obeying him.
“Eungh! Ahhaaah♥!”
The stronger vibrations assaulted her pussy, drawing out uncontrollable moans.
“I-I... can't... hold... it... can't endure... can't take it, gooood...♥!!”
Her waist shuddered violently; she lost balance and flopped backward onto her soft ass.
The impact cushioned her fall as pussy juice squirted out.
“Oook. Ooook♥”
-Splurt! Spluuurt!
The forceful spray soaked the door and floor.
Even so, the buzzing rotor kept her pussy clenching, making her cum over and over.
“Eungh... h-hurry... pull it out... ah♥”
Lee Ha-neul hooked her finger on the string and yanked the rotor out frantically.
If she'd been any slower, she might've pissed herself.
A more intense masturbation session than usual.
She should feel satisfied.
Why doesn't it feel refreshing?
The frustration wouldn't quit.
It only added more stress.
“Why? Why does my heart feel so stuffy...”
Lee Ha-neul tried fantasizing and masturbating again, but...
The unresolved stuffiness and stress tormented her until dawn broke.