Barbecue Tensions
Before we even sat down for the second round of dinner, we had already polished off an entire bottle of wine.
Twelve people sharing one bottle meant we’d each only had a glass or two… but that was apparently enough. Whether it was the expensive label or just the alcohol hitting fast, the atmosphere heated up in no time.
“Why are the kids in Group 4 so hyped?”
“They already killed the whole bottle.”
“Seriously? I should’ve gone over and begged for a glass…”
Unlike the other groups, our table was buzzing with energy as the highlight of the MT began—outdoor barbecue night. Each group gathered around their own grill.
“Jang Hansol, grill this faster!”
“Hyung, we already ate everything you cooked.”
“Sunbae, can you grill this sausage too?”
Requests poured in from every direction. I flipped meat on the grill as fast as I could, but with so many mouths to feed and only one grill per group, supply couldn’t keep up with demand.
Standing there with tongs in hand, I couldn’t help thinking: Is being good at everything part of the Alpha Male package? I’ve gotten weirdly skilled at this since the change.
Though… does grilling meat for everyone really count as Alpha Male behavior? Shouldn’t I be the one getting served instead?
While I was busy supplying meat to my groupmates, someone slid up beside me.
“Wow~ Sol oppa’s really good at grilling.”
A moment later, Chae-eun’s admiring voice reached my ears. She pressed right up against me, dangerously close to the open flame.
We were in the same department, but that was about it—yet she acted like we were much closer than we actually were.
“Why’d you come over instead of staying seated?”
“Sol oppa~ Can I ask a favor?”
“What is it?”
“Could you set aside some meat just for me? There are too many people competing and I can’t get any… heeeng…”
I had just grilled some meat for her, but the plate was already empty again. With this many people and only one grill per group, of course it vanished instantly.
“Hey, Yoo Chae-eun! Wait your turn. No hogging the meat!”
“Hogging Hansol oppa is banned too! No sneaking up on him!”
“Hansol sunbae… could you maybe help grill for our group too? We still can’t even get the fire going properly…”
More girls crowded around me. Even girls from other groups approached, drawn by the attention I’d gotten during the recreation games. Naturally, I became the center of the gathering.
A little distance away, Yoo Ra, Lee Ha-neul, and even Lee Ye-rin were all watching. Their expressions were complicated—annoyance mixed with resignation, like they’d expected this to happen.
Cute how they’re all jealous.
It was entertaining. Especially Yoo Ra—noona. Normally she would’ve already chased the other girls off, but she was sitting quietly at the table, probably too distracted by what was still inside her.
So the tough girl’s weakness really is her ass, huh?
Just then, Lee Ha-neul slipped over to my side.
“Hansol oppa… I haven’t gotten much meat either. Could you give me some separately?”
She held out her plate, shy yet using that subtly changed tone in front of the other girls. What? My second sex slave can’t get any meat? Why the hell was I standing in front of this scorching grill if not for her?
“Here.”
I piled a generous amount of perfectly grilled meat onto her plate.
“Th-thank you, Hansol oppa.”
“Eat a lot.”
“Okay… hehe.”
Ha-neul beamed and stepped back, clearly delighted by the special treatment. Aigoo, so cute. This is why people raise daughters. I wanted to bite that pretty face. Eat well, grow up strong, and get your pussy pounded properly.
“What? Only Ha-neul gets special treatment?”
“Of course she does. Why wouldn’t she? My arm’s killing me now—you guys can grill the rest.”
I tossed the tongs to whoever and loaded a plate with grilled meat before heading toward Ha-neul. But someone had already taken the seat beside her, and the atmosphere looked tense.
“I think there’s a misunderstanding. I wasn’t sighing because of you—”
“Wow… you’re still making excuses? Do you think I’m blind?”
“N-no, that’s not… I didn’t mean it that way this time…”
“You need to be taught a lesson. Come with me for a second, Lee Ha-neul.”
“Oh? You two are fighting again when I’m not looking? And why should she follow you?”
Yoo Ra’s voice cut in, dark with irritation, just as I spoke up.
“Huh…? Jang Hansol?”
“H-Hansol oppa…?”
Both of them stared at me with wide eyes, frozen in surprise. These two had started fighting again the moment I looked away. Even Ha-neul, who I thought I could trust, had been clenching her fists until she noticed my gaze and quickly relaxed them.
I’d thought Yoo Ra was the only problem, but Ha-neul’s half-hearted attitude toward her was an issue too.
“You two are hopeless. Both of you, come with me.”
* * *
Back at the dorm, Yoo Ra and Lee Ha-neul had gotten into it again in the auditorium. When I’d gone after them, I told Ha-neul not to worry.
—It’s fine. Don’t worry.
—I’ll handle it.
Watching Jang Hansol’s reliable back as he chased after Yoo Ra had eased her anxiety. If she left everything to Hansol oppa, it would all work out. So she waited in the dorm, trusting him.
When he returned, Yoo Ra came back shortly after. She didn’t argue about what had happened in the auditorium. But even if she was completely infatuated with Jang Hansol, she wasn’t stupid.
Yoo Ra’s suspicious movements. Both of them covered in sweat. Dirt on Yoo Ra’s clothes.
Ah… they did it outside.
She’d trusted him and sent him off, only for them to fuck the moment she wasn’t looking. It pissed her off. But she had no right to complain.
Oppa was already involved with Yoo Ra sunbae before he even met me.
If anything, she was the one who’d butted in later. If she had any shame, she shouldn’t say anything about them sleeping together. She swallowed her frustration.
Hansol oppa probably wants me to stay quiet and obedient like this anyway.
She had her own unique charm that Yoo Ra lacked—that was why he’d accepted her as a sex slave. If she just listened well and acted cute sometimes, it should be fine. But the regret still lingered.
What if I’d been first instead of Yoo Ra sunbae…?
It was disappointing. So disappointing. If she could be first, he’d pour even more love on her.
“Mind if I sit here?”
While she was lost in thought, Yoo Ra sat down beside her.
“I didn’t say you could sit yet…”
“Then should I get up and go somewhere else?”
“Ah… it’s fine if you sit…”
“Why is the meat coming out so slow? We didn’t do this last year and now we’re having problems.”
“Would you like to share the meat Hansol oppa gave me?”
Yoo Ra shot her a sharp glare. Why was she looking at her like that just because she offered to share? And why hadn’t she gotten angry when Yoo Ra glared at her before? It was ridiculous.
“…I’m good.”
“Ah… okay…”
“……”
“……”
An awkward silence stretched between them. Through that brief exchange, Ha-neul got a rough idea of what kind of person Yoo Ra was—someone who didn’t care about others’ opinions, had strong pride, and needed to express her emotions honestly to feel satisfied. It was the type Ha-neul had always envied.
Does oppa like that kind of personality? He does seem to prefer it when I show my honest, lewd side…
How did she know? Because when she acted like the good girl Lee Ha-neul versus the perverted Lee Ha-neul, his movements became noticeably rougher with the latter. Jang Hansol clearly preferred the second version.
“Haa…”
“…?”
Ha-neul let out a deep sigh. She’d been determined to become the perfect sex slave just for him. She’d thought that no matter how many women surrounded him, she’d be the first to carry his child.
I was being too complacent.
Thinking about it now, she’d overestimated herself. The women Jang Hansol chose were never ordinary.
Just look at Yoo Ra sunbae…
Tall, great figure, pretty and sexy—everything Ha-neul thought were her own strengths, this woman possessed without even trying. And she was still Jang Hansol’s obedient sex slave. More women like her would gather around him.
Why did I ever think I’d be the first to get pregnant?
“Haa…”
“?!”
Just as she was wondering if there was another way to appeal to him, Yoo Ra snapped.
“Fuck… I was trying to keep things civil, but I can’t hold back anymore.”
“…Yes?”
“Why do you keep sighing while looking at my face? Do you have a problem with me?”
The tension between them flared up again.
* * *
When Lee Ha-neul said, “Would you like to share the meat Hansol oppa gave me?” Yoo Ra thought:
Who the hell does she think she is, acting generous?
She was annoyed, but she didn’t lash out like she had in the auditorium. Even though the woman in front of her was sharing the same man.
—There’s no need to get worked up over something as trivial as two-timing. You’re my first tamed sex slave. You’re like my pride.
Jang Hansol’s words had given her strong confidence. And more than anything, there was still that warm, sloshing feeling near her hips. His cum. The seed that could become his child.
At first it just felt uncomfortable, but just carrying it around gives me this strange satisfaction…
Jang Hansol always came inside her because he liked it, but wanting to carry the child of a man she loved was a woman’s instinct. The fact that she had it and Ha-neul didn’t made her feel superior.
Carrying it around isn’t so bad either.
But then—
“Haa…”
A sigh came from beside her. Ha-neul was sighing while looking at her. Fine. She could understand it once. Sitting next to her might be uncomfortable. Ha-neul probably knew about her relationship with Jang Hansol by now.
They were basically sister-wives sharing the same cock. Of course she’d have thoughts and let out sighs. But twice?
She couldn’t just brush it off anymore. Why should she have to understand Ha-neul? Jang Hansol had clearly told her she was his first tamed sex slave. That meant Ha-neul came after. The woman in front of her was someone who’d coveted what Yoo Ra had claimed first. In many ways, she was the senior here. So—
“Why do you keep sighing while looking at my face? Do you have a problem with me?”
“…Yes?”
Yoo Ra, with her naturally bossy tendencies, shot back at Ha-neul. She wasn’t the type to stay quiet when a disrespectful junior acted like this.