Chapter 52
What on earth did women see in a loser like him to show any affection? They must've just fallen for his handsome face. The same way men get hooked on a gold digger's pretty looks, lose their minds, ditch their families, and let themselves get fleeced.
Now Han Yaseong just found Oh Jeonghun pathetic. He no longer looked like a kingka, or even cool. Just a hollow candy with a decent shell.
"Just go."
He didn't even want to bother with him anymore. No desire to mix words with someone so far beneath him. And pity made him want to spare the guy further humiliation—just send him off with some dignity. It was the magnanimity of the strong toward the weak.
But Choi Yujin couldn't grasp that and pushed back.
"No way! What are you talking about? We have to make him apologize properly."
"We shouldn't accept it."
Han Yaseong gently patted the slightly agitated Choi Yujin's shoulder. He didn't want to escalate things further. Ending it here was best for everyone. Or at least, it preserved what scraps of pride Oh Jeonghun had left.
"This..."
But Oh Jeonghun's pride had already shattered into pieces. He'd seen it—the pity and sympathy in Han Yaseong's eyes as he looked at him. He's seeing me as pathetic.
That yanked Oh Jeonghun out of his delusions, forcing him back to harsh reality. His mental gymnastics vanished without a trace. Now the truth stared him in the face.
Sexual harassment. He could finally feel that he'd actually done it.
And he realized he couldn't even get close to Choi Yujin—not with this ordinary guy blocking the way. He didn't know how it happened, but right now, Choi Yujin belonged to that nobody. He couldn't accept it, but the scene before him proved it real.
They'd slept together! With all his experience bedding countless women, Oh Jeonghun finally clocked it: Choi Yujin and this ordinary guy had fucked.
And it wasn't her dragging him along for fun. She'd been conquered by him. She might not fully realize it yet, but her body subtly craved his affection.
He couldn't read her mind, but her flesh had already surrendered. That's why she didn't mind him stroking her shoulder or rubbing her back. No—if anything, her body seemed to heat up, begging for more.
Choi Yujin's body was more than halfway his. Anytime he wanted, it'd open for him. Her pussy would spread wide.
He knew from experience. A woman in that state couldn't refuse the man who'd claimed her body. So Choi Yujin wouldn't refuse this guy either.
And he'd tried to hit on her anyway? No wonder he'd failed.
"Haha..."
A hollow laugh escaped Oh Jeonghun. He'd been flailing blindly all this time. Choi Yujin was already that guy's, but he'd kept pushing, turning it into this disaster.
Now it all clicked. Nothing out of place. Everything he'd dismissed or done himself—he was on the receiving end now. That ordinary guy was the new Oh Jeonghun, while he was reduced to the loser who could only watch from afar as his crush got taken.
He'd lost. Completely defeated by this nobody.
Oh Jeonghun closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Understanding washed away the pathetic haze, and bit by bit, his usual self resurfaced.
"Choi Yujin, I'm sorry."
He bowed politely to her in genuine apology.
Choi Yujin blinked, utterly confused. He'd laughed to himself like an idiot, then suddenly apologized—and not half-heartedly, but with full sincerity. It felt like a formal atonement. She'd expected him to slink away in shame, so this was unexpected.
Han Yaseong, meanwhile, frowned. Oh Jeonghun had snapped back into his cool kingka mode. If he'd just slunk off pathetically, Han could've savored the win—but this proper bow erased even that tiny triumph. Guess you couldn't make a real charmer overnight.
"I'm sorry to you too."
Oh Jeonghun bowed to Han Yaseong as well. Only a formal apology like this could salvage his pride. Skipping it would wound it worse. He'd been a kingka long enough for that ingrained poise to kick in. A true loser would've made excuses and never owned up—claiming it preserved dignity, when really it just looked uglier. Oh Jeonghun knew better, so he could do this.
Choi Yujin and Han Yaseong had nothing left to say. How do you respond to such sincere courtesy? Even on the winning side, it felt like they'd lost.
Still, Choi Yujin clung to her victory, not forgetting to lecture.
"Fine. I accept your apology, Oh Jeonghun. But if it happens again, no mercy."
"Yes. My mistake for hitting on a woman who's taken."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"I just realized. That you and the guy next to you are together."
Oh Jeonghun even smiled faintly, counterattacking. Caught off-guard, her face flushed as if her secrets were exposed.
Seizing the opening, he pressed on.
"If you'd told me, I wouldn't have approached. Kinda regrettable this happened. Guess you wanted to keep it quiet... I'll pretend I don't know."
"......"
Choi Yujin was speechless. She'd never seen that counter coming.
But Han Yaseong fired back.
"Even if you knew, you'd have gone after Yujin sunbae anyway, right?"
Ordinary guys like me? You'd ignore them and push harder. Hell, maybe even force it, figuring she wasn't for trash like him.
Hitting that nerve, Oh Jeonghun turned to Han Yaseong. Not a pushover after all. He'd meant to embarrass them a bit, but this nobody blocked it again. No—Choi Yujin was hooked, but he wasn't.
Extraordinary hidden in the ordinary. Guys like this always rose eventually.
Oh Jeonghun took interest. Worth keeping tabs on—close, even.
"I'm Oh Jeonghun. What's your name? I wanna know."
He extended his right hand for a shake.
Choi Yujin was sidelined, a fifth wheel. The two men locked eyes, ignoring her.
Acting all kingka-cool, huh? Han Yaseong extended his own hand.
"Han Yaseong."
"You're something else. Never met anyone like you. You blend in perfectly, but there's something special underneath. That's gotta be why Choi Yujin fell for you, right?"
"It's not like that."
"Nah, I can read people. You'll see it too, soon enough. You play ordinary, but you see everything. She must've fallen for that. But it won't stop there. Once women spot your uniqueness, they'll flock. They ignore plain guys but swarm the special ones. You'll turn into a massive player. I know—I lived it."
He released the handshake and glanced at Choi Yujin.
"Thought it was a waste for Yujin, but nope. You'll make her suffer. Guys like this never stick to one. Temptations everywhere? He'll cave. Take it from a fellow playboy."
Oh Jeonghun was fully at ease now, eyeing Choi Yujin with pity. She wouldn't get it yet—only when it hit. His own girls had wailed only after. She'd cling to this guy's leg crying someday too. Treating him like a servant now, queen of her castle? Yeah, right.
Seeing it clear as day, he smirked faintly.
"You're really cursing me out, huh."
Choi Yujin scowled, annoyed. Han Yaseong a playboy? No way. Her head shook instinctively.
But unease crept in. If she, the campus queenka, had fucked him like crazy—pissing herself in ecstasy—what about other girls? She'd ignored ordinary men before, but with him, it was mind-blowing sex.
Would others stay quiet? Once they sensed his allure, they'd tempt him too, just like her.
The thought amplified her anxiety. What the hell was so captivating about this guy that she'd fallen—and now fretted like this?