Chapter 39
Two chairs sat side by side, with empty beer cans scattered nearby. Someone had been here with her—drinking and taking in the waterpark view from the balcony. One was surely Choi Yu-jin. But who was the other? Not Han Ya-seong. Or maybe it was him. If it was just a casual drink...
But if they'd spent the night together, it had to be that kingly guy who'd hit on her. He fit the bill—tall, handsome, with a ripped, muscular body just like Choi Yu-jin's type. Still, she never hooked up for one-nights, even after picking guys up. And she had a boyfriend now, didn't she? The third-year ace of the university basketball team, insanely popular with girls. Some even called him Seo Tae-woong from those basketball comics because of his name, looks, and skills. He was that good-looking, that cool, with game good enough to rank in the university's top three. The perfect power couple everyone envied.
But cheat on him with some hookup guy? Drinking all night and screwing? Sure, if the kingka was hotter or cooler—but to Jang Eun-ah's eyes, Choi Yu-jin's boyfriend Seo Tae-woong had the edge. Even she had felt her heart skip when she'd met him with Yu-jin.
He was that hot, beloved by hordes of female fans.
No way.
Jang Eun-ah shook her head and stepped back inside from the balcony. She couldn't imagine Choi Yu-jin sleeping with someone.
Then again... what if she'd been raped?
The worry hit her. If she'd been boozing all night with that kingka, maybe she'd gotten too wasted and it happened against her will. He had the strength and the vibe for it. Jang Eun-ah had sensed something dark lurking behind that charming smile he'd flashed while hitting on Yu-jin.
If Yu-jin had really been raped, what should she do? Things were getting serious now. She'd brushed it off assuming nothing major, but Yu-jin vanishing all night from the dorm? This was kidnapping-level bad. Or disappearance.
It happened at university MTs or club trips—girls got blackout drunk and raped by seniors, juniors, peers, or random hookups.
Jang Eun-ah rushed around, flinging open doors and checking bathrooms. If Yu-jin wasn't here, she'd wake everyone to search. If that failed, talk to waterpark staff for an announcement. Last resort: cops and a call to Yu-jin's family.
Her heart raced as she scoured rooms, even yanking open closets. What if the rapist had accidentally killed her mid-assault and stuffed the body away?
She didn't spare a thought for the missing Han Ya-seong. He was a guy—probably fine. So she focused solely on Yu-jin.
"Ah, where the hell are you...?"
No sign anywhere. Only the corner room and its bathroom left.
She hit the bathroom first. Huh? Something was off. Signs of a bath—faint shampoo scent lingering. The floor still damp. Yu-jin must've showered last night.
Clutching this clue, Jang Eun-ah eyed the corner room. Yu-jin had to be in there. But in what state? Really raped? Murdered? Or just quietly sleeping alone on the bed? Every wild thought swirled.
Jang Eun-ah didn't have many close friends and rarely partied, so she was used to overthinking alone. And she was doing it now.
She swallowed hard, gripped the last door handle, and eased it open.
A thick, weird smell hit her like a wall. Then she saw them—two naked bodies on the bed: a guy and a girl.
"Gasp!"
Jang Eun-ah froze, breath caught. The last combo she'd ever imagined. Choi Yu-jin and Han Ya-seong, buck naked, crashed out on the bed. The room reeked—a lewd stench. Cum and pussy mixed, flooding her nostrils. She reeled, dizzy. Her first time smelling that.
Her slit throbbed unwittingly, juices leaking. Purely filthy. But goddamn good. Her body heated up on its own.
The sight on the bed was still shocking. She knew Yu-jin's naked body from massage parlor visits. But face-down like this? Freshly fucked glow. White cum oozed from the split beneath her ass cheeks. Who the hell had dumped that much inside the faculty queen? Probably the guy snoring beside her: Han Ya-seong.
Jang Eun-ah's heart pounded at his flaccid cock under black pubes. Bigger than expected. Is that what a guy's thing looks like? First time seeing one live. Those thick balls too.
How the hell did Han Ya-seong fuck Choi Yu-jin? Utter mystery.
She still couldn't believe it. Them? Really fucked? The queen bee and some average junior?
No reason for it. Blackmailed? Or did he rape her? But that didn't track. Rape a girl then sleep peacefully? Yu-jin too—ass spread wide, comfy as hell. Impossible after rape. She'd be curled in terror or limp on her side, not sprawled dead-center, blissed out.
Ya-seong was the one teetering on the bed's edge. By posture alone, she looked like the rapist.
But both faces so relaxed. It screamed mutual lust, not force.
Staring, Jang Eun-ah felt her crotch twitch with a stab of jealousy. She was a virgin, and Yu-jin—famous, with a star boyfriend—had secretly banged a two-years-younger club junior. Ache, envy, self-loathing all mixed.
His cock, dangling sideways, kept drawing her eye. What would it feel like...? Curiosity burned, but she lacked the guts to touch.
She sighed softly and eased the door shut. Wanted more of that raunchy scent, but no time. Everyone would be up. This would be disaster.
Campus queen bangs average junior on MT? Total shockwave. Couldn't let it leak—club would implode. So she had to cover it up. As she closed, she hit the inner lock button. Now it wouldn't open from outside unless unlocked from within.
No one else could barge in. Their hookup stayed secret.
Face flushed, Jang Eun-ah headed out but paused—dashed to the bathroom instead. Locked it, yanked down shorts and panties. Soaked. Pussy drooling. Touching her slit: slick as hell.
She teased it with a finger.
"Ah..!"
Electric jolt, hips shivering. More? Nah—masturbating solo just deepened the pity party. She'd quit that habit.
"Whew..."
She sighed, grabbed tissue, wiped her drenched pussy. What an insane thing to witness today. This memory would stick forever.
But the biggest mystery: why did Yu-jin fuck Ya-seong? No making sense of it. Drunk or not, she didn't sleep around. Yet him? Ultimate enigma.
Fuel for endless theories. Their sex defied all logic.