#33. Abandonment
#33. Abandonment
Chased out of Minho oppa's studio apartment, I couldn't help but tremble with humiliation.
...Even though just a little while ago, I was a total mosol ada.
...Even though I'm a total pervert bastard who gets hard just from having my fingers sucked.
My pride was hurt so bad that I was pissed off.
Me... I, of all people...
I begged him to fuck me, and he kicks me out...?
Shouldn't the normal thing be to choke my neck and pound my pussy like a dog?
I'd been so thrilled thinking I was finally getting some proper training, following his orders with a happy heart, but all he did was watch me humiliate myself and then banish me.
...Lee Min-ho.
Standing in front of his door, I made a vow.
Oppa.
From next time on, I'll make you hard just by looking at my face, so you better know that.
Looks like our playful oppa here was seriously lacking in discipline.
Monday.
"Wow. Holy shit."
"Hey. Did you see that girl who just passed?"
I could hear the male students whispering as they passed by, but today of all days, I let it slide with a good mood.
Because that's exactly why I'd dressed like this today.
I'd bought a skin-tight black dress that looked like something you'd wear to a club.
It was so short that I kept having to tug it down, but I had to endure this much.
And today's highlight item.
A choker.
Around my neck was a slightly tight black band necklace.
The visual was straight-up reminiscent of a dog collar.
I figured it was plenty to stimulate any guy's heart.
Honestly, I thought I could make oppa go into heat in no time even without showing any skin, but I'd decided to play along with his rebellion.
Ha... seriously, oppa.
If you don't fuck me properly and thoroughly, I'm gonna get mad. Me.
With that mindset, I grabbed the lecture hall door handle.
Hoo... let's go.
Slipping in through the back door, I first scanned for Minho oppa's position.
Finding Minho oppa was easy.
He was always with Hwi-min oppa, so spotting Hwi-min oppa's yellow hair was all it took.
The lecture hall was buzzing since class hadn't started yet.
Around the middle, I spotted the backs of Hwi-min oppa and Minho oppa, who had claimed their seats.
Walking toward their spots, I dragged the chair back with a druruk.
"Hello. Oppa."
How's this. Pretty, right?
Doesn't your eye go straight to me?
Too much for a mosol ada like you?
"Uh. Hi."
I was curious about Minho oppa's reaction, but weirdly, it was Hwi-min oppa who responded to my greeting.
Meanwhile, Minho oppa didn't even glance my way despite hearing my voice.
He just kept silently staring at his phone screen.
"Um... oppa?"
As Minho oppa stubbornly ignored me, I waved my hand back and forth over his phone screen.
"Oh. Yeah. You're here."
His half-assed reaction made me feel my annoyance building more and more.
He'd even put his phone down, but still wouldn't look at me.
Hey. Lee Min-ho. I dolled myself up like this just to show you.
Look. Look at me, damn it.
Hurry up and look at me so you can vent that creepy lust on me.
I wanted to grab his cheeks with both hands and force his face toward me, but this was the lecture hall full of all my classmates.
I had no intention of causing a scene and becoming gossip fodder.
As I pondered how to handle this guy, Hwi-min oppa came to my rescue.
"Hey. You asshole. When a junior greets you, respond properly."
He straight-up smacked Minho oppa on the back of the head.
Ow. Go for it.
"Ah. Why'd you hit me? Say it with words! Words!"
Minho oppa, caught off guard by the sneak attack, glared at Hwi-min oppa before finally turning his head toward me.
He scanned me up and down like I was some product on a department store display shelf.
How's that. Totally fuckable, right?
But Minho oppa's reaction was ice-cold.
"You got something to say to me?"
"No..."
"Then why do you keep calling me."
What...?
I could instinctively sense that the vibe he was giving off had changed.
Just at our last encounter, he couldn't stay still at my every word.
He'd been totally paralyzed by my cheat key of threatening to report him...
Was this because of the contract we'd made between us?
But if he was acting like this because of the contract, then he'd basically broken our deal.
He wasn't taking 'responsibility' for me properly, like Lee Jin-seong from the novel.
Oppa wasn't ordering me to do lewd shit or saying anything to tear down my self-esteem.
Rights and duties.
Oppa was just asserting his own rights and nothing else.
"Oppa."
"What."
"...You remember the contract terms properly, right?"
If he kept acting like this, I'd have no choice but to give him a stern warning using the threat of reporting him.
Haa... but if he keeps this up, it's gonna feel different from the true training I want...
Letting out a deep sigh as I waited for his response, I couldn't help but be shocked.
Because instead of answering, oppa shoved his phone screen in my face.
In oppa's memo app, there was just one line written:
[Pwet your pussy soaked before class ends. You fucking slut.]
Blatant wording.
A straightforward order with no unnecessary explanations.
Oppa's face as he held out the screen looked endlessly cold.
But this reaction from him only made my heart pound like crazy.
It was the first proper command he'd given me.
Oh shit. Instead of this, I should've at least pretended to balk.
I should've said no even if just for show, but the professor walked in, forcing me to clamp my mouth shut.
"Alright. Where'd we leave off? Last time we talked about the differences in direction between Archigram and Archizoom, right? That sound about right?"
Not a single word of the professor-nim's explanation got through to me.
Right now, the most important thing was the mission Minho oppa had given me.
...I had to nail it.
Just like the first button in any endeavor is crucial, I believed training was the same.
If I couldn't even properly carry out a simple order to wet my own pussy, why would oppa give me bolder missions?
The lucky part was that the outfit I'd worn today was super thin.
If I'd come in jeans or some thick fabric, no amount of pussy-touching would've stimulated enough to get it wet...
Holding a pen in my right hand, I stealthily slipped my left hand under the desk.
The tough core points of this mission were two-fold.
First: Make sure no other students realize where I'm touching right now.
Second: Somehow suppress my body from twitching naturally while wetting my pussy.
I can do this. Han Na-eun.
I can do it.
My left hand crept deeper into my skirt.
Just in case Minho oppa might fuck me, I'd prepared with pretty black lace panties, and now my fingers were slipping between them.
"Eeup."
In a place this blatantly public.
In this lecture hall packed with classmates I see every day, the mere fact of fingering my pussy was making my body heat up.
I'm such a hopeless pervert.
My index and middle fingers poked at my clit.
Zing zing sensation.
A shiver of pleasure ran through me, making my body tremble slightly as I straightened my back.
That was the moment.
Minho oppa looked at my face with a pathetic, pitiful gaze.
Why are you looking at me like that?
You told me to, so I'm doing it this hard.
Can't you at least look at me with warmer eyes?
But the instant I realized why oppa was making that face, my mind went blank.
Minho oppa pulled out his phone again and wrote one sentence in the memo app to show me.
[Who said use your hands.]
Wha...?
Then... he means don't use my hands...?
Is that even possible?
Getting your pussy wet or squirting just from thinking? That's some erotic novel bullshit.
In reality, if your pussy gets wet without any physical stimulation, your body's broken.
You'd need to see a doctor.
But this guy is telling me right now...
To wet my pussy just with imagination.
Suddenly jacked up to insanely hard difficulty, my lips started drying out.
Class time is 1 hour.
Professor-nim usually wraps up 10 minutes early, so remaining time is about... 30 minutes.
I had to wet my pussy without using my hands in 30 minutes.
Is that possible... no way it is...
No. I had to make it happen.
Yeah. You think I'm gonna fold at this level?
I focused my mind as hard as possible and started thinking dirty thoughts.
Of course, for this, it's the highlights from [I Imprisoned Her].
I replayed the [Han Na-eun Episode] that oppa wrote thinking of me in my head, desperately trying to wet my pussy somehow.
But as expected...
No physical stimulation? Not enough. Way not enough.
Far from getting wet, I was just sprouting a massive urge to masturbate right now.
Before I knew it, 10 minutes left.
I didn't even need to check; I knew.
If this kept up, I'd fail.
So, no choice but extreme measures.
Druruk.
Rising naturally from my seat, I bolted out of the lecture hall to the bathroom.
Confirming no one was in the bathroom, I locked the door and sat on the toilet.
Luckily, maybe because I'd simulated so hard in my brain?
My fingers rubbed my clit a couple times, and my pussy started gushing like it was waiting.
"Haa... oppa..."
The way he's teasing me like this means some insane punishment is definitely waiting.
Pre-heating my pussy means he's gonna use it, right?
Thinking about getting utterly wrecked by him had me not just wet—I was flooding.
Leaving my dripping pussy towel-free on purpose for that sticky feeling, I pulled up my panties, left the bathroom, and headed back to the lecture hall.
I was a bit late; class had ended, and everyone was packing bags to leave.
Oppa. Perfect timing.
I'm all nice and warm...
Huh?
"Hwi-min oppa. Where's Minho oppa?"
"Minho? He went home."
"...Pardon?"
I must've heard wrong, right?
No way...
I'd prepared perfectly from outfit to pussy; no way he'd gone home...
"Minho. He grabbed his stuff earlier saying he had a tight design deadline and bolted home. If you need him, text or something."
...Lee Min-ho. You fucking asshole.