Chapter 38
But the loud splashing of her piss made Jang Eun-ah feel a twinge of embarrassment. She was wary of the boys in the living room overhearing. Still, she didn't deliberately flush the toilet. After all, letting the guys hear her peeing didn't seem so bad. It was a contradiction, but she definitely felt it—her pure, innocent self coexisting with her lewd one.
Any woman would be the same, right? That was why people said women were angels by day and whores by night. Jang Eun-ah knew she fit the bill. She pretended to have zero interest in men or sex, yet every so often, an urge hit her to have intense, passionate sex with someone. She just lacked the courage. And her strict family didn't help. Her father outright demanded virginity. He insisted she never lose her purity if she wanted to marry into a real chaebol family someday...
So at twenty-two, Jang Eun-ah had never even been on a date, let alone lost her virginity. Her first kiss? Not a chance. She was a perfect natural monument, preserved by her father's iron will.
As her stream tapered off, Jang Eun-ah sighed, grabbed some tissue, and wiped her parted pussy. She had a pristine, unused one, but no place to put it to good use. It was worthless beyond pissing and periods. Everyone else had their first experiences, and it pissed her off that she couldn't. But what could she do? Defying her father was impossible.
If she had the guts to throw away all her family's wealth, maybe. But she was too used to the rich life. No way did she want to scrape by in some musty, stinking one-room worrying about money like a beggar. So she had to endure it all.
Jang Eun-ah finished wiping, stood, and pulled up her panties and shorts. She wanted to show her pussy to someone—just once. Get a real judgment on whether it was pretty or not. Sure, she'd heard from Choi Yu-jin during their occasional showers at the massage parlor that her tits and pussy were gorgeous. Guys would go crazy, she said. It embarrassed her but felt good too. Still, Yu-jin was a girl, so Jang Eun-ah couldn't take it at face value. Nothing beat a man's direct opinion.
She couldn't exactly post secret cam pics online for ratings either. No, she craved showing it to a guy in person, hearing his raw verdict. But no such guy existed—and she couldn't make it happen—so the frustration festered inside her.
"Sigh..."
Staring in the mirror, Jang Eun-ah sighed again. Glasses on: intellectual, refined. Take them off: pretty face revealed. She didn't hate it, but it felt awkward. Unsettling. Tense. Glasses were her mask, hiding her vulnerability. With them, self-control surged; nothing fazed her.
She adjusted her glasses, steadied herself, and left the bathroom.
But back in the living room, Choi Yu-jin and Han Ya-seong still hadn't returned. Where had they gone? Checking Yu-jin's spot, she saw her smartphone right there, powered off with a red light blinking. No way she'd left without it. And it wasn't in the bathroom either...
Wondering if she was in another room, Jang Eun-ah leaned on Yu-jin's bedding to stand—and paused. 'It's so cold...' Yu-jin's futon felt untouched, icy chill radiating like no one had slept there.
Sensing something off, Jang Eun-ah checked every room in the suite. Nothing. Other bathrooms and toilets too. Choi Yu-jin wasn't in the suite.
'Where the hell is she?' And Han Ya-seong? His spot was equally frigid. He hadn't slept here either. Neither had stayed in the suite overnight.
Where could they be? Jang Eun-ah racked her brain but shook her head. The pieces didn't fit. If Han Ya-seong were some hot stud, she might suspect they'd hooked up. But he was just an average guy. Sure, he'd manned up lately with a bit of that masculine scent, but he didn't match Yu-jin's type. She liked tall, ripped athletes—basketball aces from the nearby girls' schools and college, where she was dating one of the super popular ones.
Average Han Ya-seong? No way. The idea was absurd. More likely, Yu-jin had dragged him off like a servant somewhere. That at least explained their absence.
'Poor Ya-seong's getting worked to death.' Yu-jin had been extra chummy with him lately—while kicking him around. But it was queen and servant, nothing more. Her standards were sky-high; average guys didn't register.
So yeah, using innocent Ya-seong as an errand boy made sense. Time to rescue him. The others in the living room were stirring, rubbing eyes in the morning sun.
"Alright, everyone up. Time to head to Seoul."
Jang Eun-ah clapped a few times to wake them, then stepped out. She needed to find Yu-jin and Ya-seong fast to pack up.
Wondering where they were, she headed to the corridor's end for a full scan of the waterpark. Morning outdoor hot-spring soakers dotted the area, but no sign of the pair. Not outside—had to be inside.
Heading for the first-floor lobby and basement, she glanced at the men's suite. Empty, right? All the guys had crashed in the girls' room. But something felt off—like someone was inside. The door was shut tight, yet it hummed with presence.
Maybe Yu-jin and Ya-seong were there? Or one of them crashed solo. Yu-jin drunk and passed out? Or with that kingka guy from the hunt? Nah, unlikely. Yu-jin didn't do one-nights, even if she'd been dumped. She wasn't that loose. That's why they stayed friends. If she were a total slut, Jang Eun-ah wouldn't hang out.
She'd cut ties with plenty like that—and got bullied for it. Those girls whispered she was a stone virgin or frigid without a guy. She heard it all but ignored them. It was true she had no man. Still, it stung when they implied some sexual defect, like she was broken. 'It's not like I'm dying to stay inexperienced.'
"Are they in here?"
Gripping the men's room doorknob, Jang Eun-ah hesitated. Someone inside would be weird. Opening it and finding them? Shocking. Probably not a normal scene. It felt like a mystery thriller—her opening the unknown door. Maybe she'd get murdered... She loved worldly mysteries, so wild theories swirled. Opening it screamed regret. But curiosity burned too hot. Whatever was there, she had to see. Regret later? Fine. A frustrated twenty-two-year-old virgin—what was left to fear?
Resolved, she punched the code, unlocked, turned the knob, and pushed.
Sunlit spacious living room greeted her. Relief or dread? Empty. But disheveled—like someone had partied. She shut the door, walked in. Definitely been people here. Microwave door ajar by the fridge, trash bin stuffed with empty beer cans. Someone microwaved food, chugged beers. Alone? If so, Yu-jin fit. But she rarely snacked late even with drinks. So maybe not solo—someone else too.
A nagging unease made her tilt her head and step to the balcony.
"!"
She jolted in shock.
There was the smoking gun.