Chapter 95
Come to think of it, that girl from middle school had been the same way. I'd thought she was sweet, but when I confessed my crush, she just laughed and spread rumors about me. Ah, now I finally understood why I'd felt so uncomfortable around Euna senior. She seemed to have a similar personality to that girl.
An inexplicable air of arrogance. A gaze that looked down on people. Eyes that said, You should obey me anytime I want. It reminded me of that middle school crush.
Euna senior was undoubtedly from the upper class. Countless people must have fawned over her, calling her "miss" this and "miss" that. That was what irked Hanyaseong.
Should I really go through with it? Fuck this missy. With Yujin senior, it had been a passive sense of conquest. But now, he craved something more forceful. He wanted to dominate Euna senior aggressively, reveling in superiority and triumph.
Alright, let's see what happens. Hanyaseong skipped the gym today and fired off a text right away.
The instant she opened the front door and walked in, he'd do it. He'd shatter that precious virginity she'd guarded for 22 years. I'm a man who follows through when I say I will! That's what he told himself.
But when Hanyaseong left the house, he'd forgotten his wallet. After finishing the galbitang and standing at the counter, he realized it in dismay.
"Excuse me, can I leave this here while I grab some money?"
"Hurry back."
Luckily, he'd been eating at the restaurant lately, so the owner lady knew him and let it slide. Hanyaseong sprinted home. Because of Euna senior, nothing was going right. Distracted by the text, he'd even left without his wallet...
He grabbed it quickly and rushed back to the restaurant. On the way, some fancy foreign car—not a domestic one—passed by. He glanced at it, paid up, and headed home feeling drained, trudging along. Then he spotted that same car parked in front of his house fence.
As he approached, the driver's door opened, and Euna senior stepped out.
She'd actually come. He had no idea what she was thinking.
"So this is your place?"
"Yeah... but you really came?"
"Yeah. You said we'd do it if I showed up."
"......It's not a joke. I'm really gonna do it."
"Go ahead. If you can take responsibility."
"......"
She seemed almost defiant. Like she was daring him to try if he wanted. Hanyaseong faltered instead. This wasn't how it was supposed to go... Everything kept going wrong.
But Hanyaseong was a man, too. He couldn't back down now.
"You're saying it's really okay if I do it?"
"Yeah."
"Then I'm really gonna fuck you."
"......"
Suddenly, Euna senior looked at him with sad eyes. Hanyaseong flinched. For some reason, he felt like he'd done something wrong. Tears welled up in her bespectacled eyes and spilled over.
"Why do you keep acting like this toward me? I just wanted to get close to you..."
She was crying from the hurt. Hanyaseong's legs went weak, and he felt mortified. He'd stirred up pointless pride and made her cry—he felt guilty.
Yet, ridiculously, seeing her cry was making him hard down there. It was bizarre. His heart felt sorry, but his dick was excitedly erecting. Getting turned on by a crying girl...
Hanyaseong decided to defuse the situation first.
"D-don't cry... Let's go inside first."
A few passersby were glancing over since she was crying right in front of the house. But what they said was different.
"Whoa, that car... Benz... gotta be over 200 million won..."
They were talking about Euna senior's silver Mercedes parked by the fence. Whispers drifted over sporadically. It really did look different from domestic cars—clearly an expensive import.
Hanyaseong hurriedly pulled Euna senior inside. As he did, reality hit him again. She drove a Benz worth over 200 million won. She was beyond his reach. Like that time at the breakwater, his guts were spilling out.
The more he thought about treating her lightly, like some easy lay he could laugh off, the more ridiculous it seemed.
In the end, he brought her into the living room and sat her on the sofa. He pulled out a few tissues and handed them over, then grabbed a soda can from the fridge and set it on the table.
"Haa... I was just acting weird. I won't do it anymore, so stop crying..."
He felt like he'd lost his mind for a moment. Euna senior stopped crying and wiped her eyes with the tissue.
But the more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed. Why would Euna senior cry over something like this? They weren't that close to begin with—just club senior and junior.
Yet after one all-night phone call yesterday, their relationship had skyrocketed. No, it was the communication that had accelerated too fast. The events of these few hours today felt more significant than five months of casual acquaintance.
Watching her on the sofa, Hanyaseong felt a sudden realization. He spotted the key difference between Yujin senior and Euna senior.
"Ah, I get it now. Why this is happening..."
"What?"
Euna senior looked at him with reddened, teary eyes. Hanyaseong sighed.
"The difference between Yujin senior and you."
"What's that?"
"Yujin senior doesn't expect anything from me. She doesn't even hope for it. So she never relies on me. But you... you seem like you want to rely on me. Like you're expecting something. That's why we keep clashing."
"......"
Euna—Jang Euna—thought it was spot-on. Now that she heard it, it made sense. Yujin didn't lean on Hanyaseong. She didn't rely on him. But from the start, Euna had been doing just that. She had expectations.
That led to frequent hurt and disappointment, spilling out in emotions. Just moments ago, his prickly attitude had made her feel slighted, bringing tears she wouldn't normally shed. She'd cried like some abandoned girl.
Why? Why was she so fixated on Hanyaseong? No, she was definitely relying on him. But Jang Euna couldn't accept that. She had hopes, but not like some pathetic girl clinging desperately. It embarrassed her, exposing her true self.
She couldn't stay here anymore. What had she even hoped for? For Hanyaseong to stand up to her father and grant her freedom? It all felt futile. He probably wouldn't, and she didn't want him sacrificing for her anyway. Better to just live like this.
She'd gotten swept up listening to Yujin talk about him, acting on impulse and derailing herself. She'd pinned too much on a mere 20-year-old kid.
Jang Euna let out a hollow laugh.
"You're right. I guess I was expecting something and trying to rely on you. But when you didn't respond, I got mad and hurt. You must've felt uncomfortable too, acting all prickly. I was wrong. I must've been dreaming some movie bullshit. That stuff doesn't exist."
She'd harbored a small hope all alone. Like a little girl dreaming from a picture book, she'd fantasized about Hanyaseong—with her father dramatically, sweeping her out of that house.
In the end, she still hadn't accepted her life. She'd been seeking rebellion against her father, who forced her virginity for a political marriage. A petty revolt through Hanyaseong.
That's why she'd expected so much and tried to lean on him. It was laughable. Jang Euna chuckled quietly to herself. Dreaming like a seven-year-old at 22—it was childish and pathetic.
But watching her, Hanyaseong's face twisted in a frown. For some reason, an invisible wall rose between them again, and his erection deflated. She no longer seemed to expect or rely on him.
It felt like they'd reverted to the bland senior-junior dynamic before that all-night call. Hanyaseong sensed it clearly—and it stung. If this was how it was going to be, arguments were better. Returning to that flat relationship sucked.
He was evolving from a mere errand boy to a knight guarding a noble lady.
"If there's something I can do, I will. Tell me what you want, Euna senior."
"Nothing anymore. I had a bunch earlier... but realizing reality wiped them all out."
Euna senior looked serene now, back to her mysterious club president face. All the emotions that had bubbled up from within had sunk back down. Just a plain senior again.
Hanyaseong hated it. Falling from the guy she expected things from to just another junior—no way.