The Best Gift for a Sex Slave
We arrived at the MT site. The moment I stepped off the bus, my body felt lighter, as if I’d finally been freed from that pain-in-the-ass Lee Ye-rin.
I’m never riding the bus with her again on the way back.
I glanced around. Quite a few people had already gathered. Judging by their ages, they looked like other departments who’d come for their own MTs. My eyes drifted toward a group just getting off their bus like us.
“That’s the dance department from our school. Guess our MT schedules overlapped.”
I was staring because there were so many girls with great figures when Ha-jun spoke up.
“How do you know?”
“I saw some familiar faces from when I did a group blind date with the dance department.”
“If you remember them that well, they must’ve left quite an impression.”
“I confessed and got rejected…”
Ha-jun dropped the painful memory with a completely straight face. “Ah…”
Damn. That actually stung a little. The fact that he could say it so honestly made me feel sorry for him. I’ve never been interested in guys, but this kid’s decent. I genuinely hoped things would work out for him.
“Come to think of it, you said you don’t date within the department, right? I think I heard that before. What’s the reason?”
“Did I never tell you? There are a few reasons, but the biggest ones are…”
I was surprised after hearing Ha-jun’s explanation. I’d expected something sleazy, but it was the complete opposite. It was exactly the kind of wholesome reasoning you’d expect from someone as kind as him. There were two main points.
First, because his younger sister was in the same department, he worried that dating within the major would spark weird rumors and end up hurting her. Second, he had a lot of senior connections, some of whom were shady, and he didn’t want his girlfriend to suffer because of him.
The fact that he was thinking about both his sister and a potential girlfriend was impressive. For a second, listening to him made me feel like trash by comparison.
“I think being this nice runs in your family.”
“What are you talking about, hyung? I’m not that nice.”
“Only the really nice ones say stuff like that.”
“Heh…”
Ha-jun gave an awkward laugh and looked around before stepping closer to me.
“So… do you want to go hunting with the dance department tonight? It’s a female-major department, so there are tons of pretty girls.”
The moment I called him nice, Ha-jun immediately tried to prove otherwise by showing his horny side. Even acting like that, you’re still pretty decent. At least compared to me or Lee Ye-rin, you’re practically a saint. Besides, being a good person and liking women weren’t mutually exclusive. No straight guy hated women.
“Want some advice from your hyung who genuinely wants you to find love?”
“What is it?”
“See Kim Jun-seong and the other guys from our department staring at the dance girls like idiots?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s who you go hunting with. If you go with me, the girls’ standards will just skyrocket and you’ll never score.”
“……”
Ha-jun looked stunned for a moment, then grinned like he’d just had an epiphany and nodded. I’d been worried he might get offended, but between us, this level of cockiness didn’t even register anymore.
“That’s fair. Now that I think about it, if I went with you, they’d all just stare at you anyway. Can’t even argue with that.”
“Finally, you’re acknowledging my greatness.”
“Plus, you’ve got Yoo-ra sunbae.”
My eyes widened. Why was Yoo Ra suddenly being brought up?
“Wait… I’m not dating Yoo-ra noona.”
“Really? But you two have been getting along really well lately. Other people seem to think the same. I’m rooting for you guys.”
Everyone here was a healthy, horny twenty-something. Yoo-ra noona and I were both considered the best-looking in the law department. Since we were often seen together, rumors had apparently started flying. The fact that Yoo Ra rarely acted friendly with other guys probably didn’t help either.
I should’ve denied it outright, but… why bother? I decided to treat it as just another fun part of university life. It was funny how grown adults still acted like college was the entire world.
Besides, having rumors that I’m dating a pretty girl isn’t exactly bad.
It would’ve bothered me before, but not anymore.
“Could you say the same thing in front of Yoo-ra noona?”
“Kikik. No way. She’d beat me to death.”
Yet here he was, casually joking with me. It felt nice knowing he was comfortable enough around me to do that.
“Anyway, round up the guys and go hunting. Just don’t bring anyone too ugly or the girls won’t even look your way. Take guys who are slightly less handsome than you.”
“Are there guys uglier than me?”
“What are you talking about? You’re good-looking. Have some confidence.”
“Hearing that from the most handsome guy in the world makes me feel pretty good. Alright! I’m getting a girlfriend tonight no matter what.”
“Go for it. The most handsome guy in the world is cheering you on.”
We both burst out laughing. I couldn’t believe I’d become close enough with Ha-jun to talk like this. And the fact that I used to ask him for dating advice, but now I was the one encouraging him… Life really was unpredictable.
Still, maybe it’s because they’re dancers… every single girl getting off that bus has an amazing body.
Unlike our law department with its balanced gender ratio, the air over there seemed to smell like fresh flowers… and the sweet scent of young, untouched pussy mixed with the fresh blood of virgins—
“Hey, Jang Hansol—!”
“Guh?!”
A small impact hit my back. Yoo Ra had come running and slammed straight into me with her body. I nearly fell forward but managed to steady myself.
“What the hell was that for?”
“Didn’t you hear me asking for help with the luggage?! God, you’re just standing there ogling girls like an idiot. Every guy in our department goes into heat the second they see a woman.”
I could feel the pent-up frustration in Yoo Ra’s usual foul-mouthed outburst. Looking around, I understood why. All the guys had stopped to stare at the dance department girls, so the ones who were supposed to be moving luggage were moving like snails. As the group leader, Yoo Ra was pissed.
“W-We should move the luggage too…”
“Y-Yeah. Give me the heavy stuff. I’ll carry it.”
“Shit. I must be really lonely these days. You guys heading out to hunt with the dance department tonight?”
At her shout, everyone finally snapped out of their trance and started hauling luggage toward the lodging. Ha-jun, who’d been right next to me just moments ago, had already disappeared. That bastard… the second Yoo Ra showed up, he grabbed one bag and ran.
“You could’ve just said it normally instead of body-checking me. No wonder you don’t have a boyfriend.”
“Most of the reason I don’t have a boyfriend is because of you, you know? God, hearing that from you is pissing me off. You’re carrying all of this.”
She pointed at three heavy-looking boxes stacked together. She was seriously ordering me to carry just that? I rolled up my shirt sleeves so they wouldn’t get dusty, then lifted all three boxes at once.
“Where’s our lodging?”
“Huh…? O-Over here.”
Yoo Ra had been staring at the veins bulging on my forearms and only snapped out of it after a delay. She was no different—spacing out the second she saw a guy’s body. “T-This isn’t what I meant…”
She’d only told me to carry them out of irritation, but now she looked flustered seeing me haul the massive stack like it was nothing. And because I was carrying such obviously heavy luggage by myself, I’d unintentionally drawn everyone’s attention. Especially the girls, whose whispers I could hear.
“Wow, Hansol sunbae is seriously amazing. I get so turned on when I see a guy showing off his strength like that.”
“The girls in Group 4 are so lucky… My friend’s in Group 4. Should I ask to switch?”
“Having sex with a guy like that is my lifelong dream. If he wrapped those arms around me, it’d feel amazing, right?”
“I’ve decided. I’m gonna ask Hansol oppa for his number after drinking tonight.”
Everyone seemed drunk on the MT atmosphere—their words were a notch bolder than usual. I was enjoying the sticky gazes from the girls when—
“……”
—Rustle.
Yoo Ra, walking beside me, quietly pulled my shirt sleeve back down.
“What are you doing?”
“Huh…? No, it’s just… your arms looked a little cold…”
Cold, my ass. She just didn’t want anyone else seeing them. If she was already showing this much possessiveness, it was going to be a problem. There were still plenty of girls I wanted to turn into sex slaves.
Seeing right through her, I gave her a sly smile.
“That’s a cute excuse you came up with.”
“Ah… ah…”
Yoo Ra couldn’t finish her sentence, her face bright red as she looked at me.
“Kgh…!”
She clenched her fist and punched me in the side. This was just how she expressed embarrassment.
“You… if you mess with the girls in our department, I won’t let it slide!”
“…When did I ever mess with them? And your hands are seriously strong. Stop swinging them around.”
“Do you have any right to say that? Your hands are worse.”
“Huh? When did I ever hit you… ah…”
Right. I had. Multiple times. The memory of slapping her pussy and ass flashed through my mind. I wasn’t in any position to lecture her about hitting.
Recalling that memory made me wonder—how could Yoo Ra still act so casually with me after everything that happened? Even when I treated her roughly, she always acted normal. That was part of her charm.
“Yeah. Compared to what I’ve done to you, this is nothing… ah…”
She suddenly blushed and flinched mid-sentence. She hadn’t been saying it on purpose—she’d only just remembered. Where and how she’d been hit by me.
“I figured you liked it since you kept squirting every time I hit you there. I’ll go easier on you next time, noona.”
“S-Shut up… Anyway, I’m going to keep watching you. If I see anything suspicious, you’re dead.”
“That’s a fancy way of saying you want to stay by my side. You want to stick that close to me?”
“Y-You…”
She couldn’t even form a proper sentence, too embarrassed that I’d seen through her again. This was exactly why I kept Yoo Ra around. Teasing her was fun.
Some people might think she was the one clinging to me to torment me. But she was the one being tormented. A sex slave who got excited even while being treated like this by me.
But Yoo Ra… she’s not quite at the level where I can call her my complete sex slave yet.
Lee Ha-neul had already been masochistic before I touched her—she’d volunteered to become a slave. But Yoo Ra was still in the process of developing those tendencies because of me, even while hiding behind the excuse of “roleplay.” Today, I’d come fully prepared to nurture that side of her even further.
“Then if I do everything you tell me to, I’ll behave today.”
“…What is it.”
“Open the front pocket of my bag. It’s a small gift for you, noona.”
“Ehh~ You even prepared a gift? You don’t have to give me anything. I’m fine.”
At the word “gift,” she put on a fake smile and headed toward the bag. Since I’d casually given her an expensive coat before, she probably assumed it was something similar.
“What kind of surprise did you prepare that you even brought a gift all the way here……Huh? T-This is the gift?”
Her voice rose as the color drained from her face. Her pupils dilated and her hands trembled. She must’ve seen what was inside.
“Everything in there is yours, noona. I even wrote instructions on the sticky notes, so just follow them.”
“A-All of this…? Y-You said it was a gift?!”
“For a masochist like you who gets turned on even outdoors, this is the best gift possible. And just so you know—if you refuse, you’ll never get my cock again.”