The Junior's Provocation
A week had passed since Jeong Eunji sunbae finally admitted she was a bitch. In that time, I hadn't laid a hand on her. I figured letting her stew a bit longer would help her fully embrace her role as my bitch. Absolutely not because her cute, flustered glances my way were too adorable to resist seeing more of. Anyway, the week dragged on, and today my target was a different girl—not sunbae.
...Damn, phrasing it like that makes me sound like total trash. But after dying once already, who gives a shit about being trash...
"Our department's having a drinking party tonight, so you're coming no matter what!"
"Got it."
"Huh? You're going along with it way easier than I thought?"
Han Soyoung, hyped up about the party, grabbed me like it was a given.
She'd drag me there anyway even if I refused...
Before regressing, I'd turned down tonight's party a bunch of times, but Soyoung always hauled me along in the end. Knowing the future now, I knew refusing was just a waste of breath—so I agreed right away.
Plus, I had a reason to go.
Eunji sunbae wouldn't be at tonight's gathering. It was just for department students to bond, so they didn't invite folks from other majors, even close ones.
"Then meet us at XX Hof by 7 p.m. sharp. Try to bail, and I'll hunt you down at your place."
"Yeah, yeah..."
Feeling Soyoung's manic determination to drag me along, I nodded. Come 7, I stepped into XX Hof.
"""Cheers!"""
The clink of glasses hit me the second I walked in. They'd told everyone 7 p.m., but the party was already in full swing—folks chugging away.
"Taesu! Over here!!"
"Yeah, yeah..."
Soyoung, face already a little flushed like she'd downed more than a bottle, waved me over. She seemed extra pumped tonight—probably 'cause it had been ages since her last drink. For the record, that was over a week ago; Na Yeon auntie had chewed her out after she stumbled home wasted and slapped a booze ban on her.
Anyway, as we drank and chatted, I slipped away from the table to a quieter one nearby.
"Sunbae~ Why're you sitting here all alone~ imda~?"
I was nursing my drink moderately, waiting to haul Soyoung home, when Na Boyeon slid in next to me.
"You know I hate these kinds of events."
"True... but you got dragged here by Soyoung sunbae again today, imda~?"
"Pretty much."
"Hmmm..."
She frowned—just a tiny bit—at the mention of Soyoung. Boyeon didn't pull faces like that often, so it caught me off guard.
"We barely talked after that date last time... You avoiding me, sunbae?"
"Nah, you're the one dodging me."
"Wh-when did I ever dodge you?!"
She averted her eyes as she spoke. No wonder—ever since our adult shop trip, she was the one who'd spot me from afar and bolt.
Yet here she was, brazenly accusing me of avoiding her... It was peak Boyeon—her pride talking—but kinda ridiculous.
"A-anyway, after that... d-did you buy any, like, onaholes or whatever?"
"Haven't been back since."
"Heh~ Weren't you super into that onahole molded from that AV actress?"
"When did I—"
I was a little intrigued by the idea of a real woman's mold, sure, but not enough to buy one.
"And you... that time with your ass..."
"That never happened!!!"
I started teasing her about how she'd loved getting her ass spanked, but she cut me off hard. Her face went beet red—she was mortified.
"You don't bring that up in a place like this!"
"You started it."
"Still, that didn't happen, imda!"
She glanced around, checking if anyone overheard.
"You two look awfully chummy... hic..."
"And you look hammered."
"I~am noooot drunk, kay~?"
Soyoung, who'd been eyeing us, puffed her cheeks like something irked her and wobbled over—clearly wasted.
"It's only been an hour, and you're already like this?"
"I've been drinking since 6~"
Some folks with early-ending lectures had shown up first and were already sloshed.
"Alright, time to head home then."
"Before that—what were you two talking about?!"
Soyoung scowled, looking pissed.
"Nothing much, just chatting about our date last time~ imda~"
And Boyeon just had to pour fuel on the fire.
"What? A date?"
The air turned icy in an instant.
This is getting weird...
Nothing like this happened before regression. Now they were locking eyes, tension crackling. It felt like they might throw down any second—I tensed up without realizing.
"Ughhh..."
"...Soyoung sunbae's pretty wasted, huh."
Soyoung glared daggers at Boyeon but couldn't hold it—face-planted on the table, drunk out cold. Crisis averted.
"Sigh... I'll take her home then. You guys keep drinking."
"Mind if I tag along and help~ imda~?"
"You too? No need."
"What if you drag Soyoung sunbae to a motel~ imda~?"
"As if I'd..."
"Still, as her junior and a fellow girl, I'm worried~ So I'll come along~ imda~"
And just like that, Boyeon joined me in escorting Soyoung home. Luckily, it wasn't far—piggybacking her was no big strain.
"You always end up carrying her home trashed like this, imda~?"
"Not always... sometimes. Nah, pretty often."
Boyeon walked beside me as I carried Soyoung, chatting away.
This part's playing out like before regression.
I'd been on edge earlier with their weird standoff, but now it was flowing the same as always.
"Thanks for today, Taesu. And you next to..."
"Hello! I'm Na Boyeon, your daughter's junior."
"Thanks to you too, Boyeon."
Auntie smiled and thanked us, taking Soyoung inside. For a split second when she grabbed her, her face seemed scarier than usual—must've been my imagination.
Yeah... probably saw wrong.
"Guess I'll head home. You?"
"Ehh~ Walk me home too, imda~?"
"You're fine to go alone."
"But I'm dizzy from the booze~ imda~"
She fake-stumbled, so I sighed, gave in, and headed to her place.
"First time I'm telling a guy where I live, imda."
"Uh-huh."
Boyeon went quiet compared to before, looking pensive at times. I knew why.
She lived in a one-room near campus. As we neared her place, she stopped in front of me.
"Thanks for walking me home."
"Get inside safe."
"W-wait... before you go, lemme give you a little gift."
She fidgeted nervously, steeling herself... then swish—hiked up her skirt. No panties—just her smooth, bare pussy on display.
"Th-this is your gift from me, sunbae♥"
Her bold move hit me, and I thought:
Same as before regression. Time for me to make my move.
What Boyeon didn't know was that I'd seen this coming.
.................
I... I did it♥♥
I'd lifted my skirt to flash my pussy as a "thank-you gift" for walking me home.
Sunbae's gotta be freaking out right now♥
He kept his cool on the outside, but inside? Total chaos.
Ughhh♥ I really showed him♥♥
After that adult shop trip a week ago, I'd done a ton of thinking—especially about my feelings for sunbae, and stuff about myself I hadn't realized.
I really do like him♥
The second I got home, I researched SM and masochism, hunted down porn. Women getting utterly degraded and ravaged by men—and loving it. Not just pro stuff; amateurs too. I dug up the women's Twitter feeds—posts and pics gushing about being total sex slaves, thrilled to their core.
I couldn't forget that electric thrill when sunbae spanked my ass. I'd denied being a maso, but the more I looked, the clearer it got: I was one.
Imagining sunbae dragging me like a dog, slapping my tits and ass, calling me names... hnnngh♥
Just fantasizing and masturbating brought insane orgasms. It confused the hell out of me at first, but soon my head was full of what it'd be like for real—with him.
So tonight, to seduce him, I'd flashed my pussy with trembling heart.
This is way more embarrassing than I thought♥
Sunbae's eyes were glued to my pussy, not moving.
"Ah♥ Th-this too much for a virgin like you, sunbae~♥?"
I teased him provocatively, heart pounding wild with anticipation. He looked more manly than before—what would he do?
"......This is on you."
"Huh? What do you—...S-sunbae?♥"
Then he grabbed her arm and dragged her not home—but into the dark alley next door.