Phase 1: Hee-kyung the Bitch (18)
Like always, I headed out at a reasonable hour to a reasonable bar and claimed a seat.
I ordered some side dishes and drinks without much care for whether they arrived or not, my eyes locked solely on that bastard Gyeong-jun's mouth.
"Alright, explain it from the beginning, comrade."
Gyeong-jun mixed a soju-and-beer cocktail with practiced skill, tossed it straight down his throat, and flashed a grin.
"Where do I even start explaining~?"
Gyeong-jun had failed the big move thanks to Eun-sol's pussy-flesh shield and a sudden urgent bathroom emergency, and he was still sore about it.
That frustration turned the day's events into a memory, and the memory became fap material he could pull up anytime.
"Huff, huff…!"
The chance that slipped away right in front of him became lingering regret, and that regret triggered furious jerk-off sessions at all hours.
"Huff!"
Inside the bathroom of a soon-to-be-redeveloped abandoned school building, Gyeong-jun was happily shaking his cock like crazy.
He tried to focus solely on the feel of the pubic hair and pussy flesh he'd touched back then, plus the aftertaste of the kiss, but he couldn't picture anything except Eun-sol's face. So as a consolation prize he pulled up her photos on his phone and used those as side dishes.
"Damn it, just a little more…!"
They had wanted each other, but the finish had gone sideways that day, and ever since, Eun-sol hadn't contacted Gyeong-jun properly.
Gyeong-jun, for his part, couldn't reach out either.
The reason? Simple.
After that KakaoTalk message, Eun-sol never replied, so sending a string of follow-ups felt too awkward.
Afraid of looking pathetic, afraid of seeming obsessed, Gyeong-jun checked his smartphone every few seconds to see if the unread mark had disappeared.
"Haa, hup…!"
As time passed, even the near-sex incident with Eun-sol grew distant, and the sensations and afterglow faded.
So to cling to them somehow, he would sneak into any deserted place—no matter the time or location—and pound out furious wank sessions.
Same right now.
His dick was already stiff and aching to the limit, yet the moment he thought of Eun-sol he dove straight into the bathroom. That alone proved Gyeong-jun had lost it.
He had jerked off so much that the shaft barely responded, yet he still forced it up and came anyway. That sheer tenacity, at least, had to be respected.
"Euph, ahh, my dick stings."
He had thinned out and even developed muscle pain in his palm from the constant stroking, so the load he shot was tiny.
Still, riding the satisfaction of successfully climaxing while replaying the memories of Eun-sol, he was weakly cleaning up with tissue when a KakaoTalk notification arrived.
The message he had been waiting and waiting for.
The title had changed from "sunbae" to "oppa."
"I'm not sunbae, I'm oppa? That means I'm her private older guy…! Ughk! Kugh!"
It was just a title cleanup, yet Gyeong-jun's eyes rolled back and his cock stood up again.
But from overuse, his dick was more exhausted than a baseball pitcher who had thrown a full nine innings.
A stinging pain even flared left and right under the glans. Gyeong-jun took deep breaths, trying to calm it down, when more messages hit.
Clearly the messages got shorter and more demanding the further they went—pure attitude—but our Gyeong-jun didn't notice any of that.
All he thought was,
"Eun-sol is desperately looking for me…! Heok!"
His positivity was something to emulate, but by this point it was straight-up delusion.
Alone and thrilled, his cock stood again only to punish him with pain. Clutching the bathroom wall and suffering, Gyeong-jun finally let out a sigh.
"Should I go one more time?"
A little later,
"Why are your replies so late?"
That was the first thing out of Eun-sol's mouth when she found Gyeong-jun sitting on a campus bench.
It was a ridiculously rude way for a junior to talk to a senior, but Gyeong-jun didn't care one bit.
Look at this girl Eun-sol, so eager to see me she nags about the reply. Cute.
Gyeong-jun really did seem like a guy who was fine with anything.
The woman who had been leaving his messages on read suddenly KakaoTalked him in irritation for not answering, yet Gyeong-jun focused only on the fact that she was showing interest.
Without the slightest consideration for what kind of interest it actually was.
"Ugh, look at that face. Happy to see me?"
"Of course I'm happy. Looking at my almost-girlfriend."
"Who's your almost-girlfriend? Unbelievable."
Just like in the chats, the cheeky junior casually slipped into informal speech. Gyeong-jun simply nodded and said it was good.
But when she dropped her voice and denied their relationship, he immediately wilted.
"We're not almost-dating?"
"No."
"We kissed, though."
"Who calls a kiss almost-dating?"
Her immediate dead-serious tone made Gyeong-jun lose even more confidence.
Seeing him droop like a rain-soaked puppy looked so pitiful that Eun-sol cleared her throat.
"Not almost-dating… more like almost-almost-dating stage?"
"Huh? There's a stage like that?"
"There is."
"For real?"
"Geez, oppa. Do you know the word 'samgwida'?"
"I'm a returning-student uncle, so I don't know that stuff…"
"See? You don't even know it yourself, yet you start by denying."
"Sorry…"
By Eun-sol's own words they weren't anything to each other, yet the much-senior Gyeong-jun was getting scolded and apologizing to his junior.
Just a few days ago she had greeted him carefully and tensed up when their eyes met; now she treated him casually.
That was how Gyeong-jun saw it, and that was how he started getting hard again.
Whether he was cowed or aroused was unclear. Eun-sol looked at him with pure pity and held out the coffee she was carrying.
"What's this?"
"I bought it."
"Why?"
"I bought it to give to you, oppa! Do I have to say it out loud? Ugh, annoying. I'm leaving."
At Gyeong-jun's dumb follow-up questions, Eun-sol suddenly snapped, spun around, and walked off into the distance.
A girl bought coffee for me?
Stunned by the amazing fact, Gyeong-jun's phone lit up with KakaoTalk notifications.
A rapid-fire string of messages from the junior girl.
Gyeong-jun was moved.
What woman in the world would send him this many KakaoTalks?
This was clearly a match made in heaven.
She was a girl, after all, so she was picky, but to Gyeong-jun even that was just charm and coquetry.
"Ah, it's sweet. It's an Americano but it's sweet. Did she put honey in it~?"
He sipped the coffee with a goofy grin.
His cock stood up hard again, but it hurt and class was starting soon.
He quietly entered the lecture hall and sucked on the coffee straw. A fellow returning student from his year—someone he actually spoke casually with, the only one besides Gyeong-hun—walked over and asked,
"Kim Gyeong-jun, what's with the coffee? You hate carrying coffee around more than anything."
"This? Eun-sol gave it to me."
"Eun-sol? This year's freshman?"
"Yeah. She said she bought it for me."
"Hmm~."
The classmate in the pulled-down hat crossed her arms and glared at the coffee like something about it rubbed her the wrong way.
"Hey, Kim Gyeong-jun. Isn't this the coffee Eun-sol bought earlier for Tae-han?"
"What the hell are you talking about, noona."
The moment another guy's name came up, Gyeong-jun's tone sharpened.
That edged tone felt extremely unpleasant and hurtful to the classmate, so she whipped her face away and snorted.
"Hmph, what else. Handsome Tae-han wouldn't take his coffee, so she just dumped it on you instead. That girl Eun-sol."
"…!!"
"What, why so quiet."
"Tae-han is handsome?"
"Yeah. From freshmen all the way to third-years, pretty much every girl in the department is aiming for him, you know?"
"But she gave the coffee to me?"
"That's what I'm saying."
"That's a problem."
"Right? She's kind of a fox…"
"Eun-sol chose me."
"Huh?"
The unexpected turn left the classmate completely blank.
"She didn't give it to Tae-han and gave the coffee to me? Ha, so this is what almost-almost-dating means."
"……."
"Noona, I think I'm going to start dating soon."
"……."
"Ah, but do you know what 'samgwida' means?"
"You crazy bastard, look it up yourself on the internet!"
When all her good intentions went to waste, her resentment doubled. Eyes even glistening with tears, she yelled and stomped back to her seat.
"…What's her problem?"
Gyeong-jun tilted his head, then went right back to sucking on the Americano with a wide, idiotic smile.
"Ah, it's sweet~. The coffee's sweet~."
"Ah, it's sweet~. The soju-beer is sweet~."
"……."
Watching Gyeong-jun tilt his glass with that same goofy grin, I cursed God.
God, I don't know if you exist, but if you do, you shouldn't send a good kid like that into a romance that isn't even romance—just straight into hell.
We read dozens of romance books together, and look at him acting like a complete idiot.
Ha, Gyeong-jun, thanks to you I got plenty of part-time work and made good money, yet you, my biggest benefactor…!
Tears seemed to well up, so I lifted my head a little.
Through unfocused tears, only the bar lights blurred and spread.
Unaware of my pity, Gyeong-jun kept cackling.
"Why are you staring at the ceiling?"
"…Sex?"
"What? I can't hear you."
"Sex?"
"Why sex all of a sudden?"
"You said you'd tell me everything about sex in detail."
"Ahh, that. I meant I'd tell you if it happens. Anyway, hey, from where I'm standing it's 99 percent. Eun-sol's already my girl. She gave the coffee to me instead of that Tae-han guy—this is it! I beat Tae-han."
"Huh?"
"Okay, the wording was a bit much. Limited to Eun-sol! I beat Tae-han. That's it."
You pathetic bastard.
That bitch Eun-sol is treating you like total dogshit and a sucker, and you're happy about it…!
I let out a sigh, which Gyeong-jun took as admiration, so he got even more excited and preached his own brain-farts.
"How does it look to you? Check this out. Wow~ she sent this many KakaoTalks. Just to get one reply from me. The sincerity was so touching I sent five in a row back."
"Is that so."
"And here, from this point she only calls me oppa, never sunbae. Never once sunbae. Because we're almost-almost-dating. Hehehe. Ah, so this is what dating feels like."
"Is that so."
"This bastard keeps saying 'is that so.' I'm asking how it looks to you!"
In the end I couldn't hold back the blazing rage. I mixed half a liter of beer with soju and downed it in one shot.
I slammed the glass on the table with a bang and roared at this frustrating idiot.
"I don't know because I have no experience like that, you bastard!"
That kind of sucker experience—I wouldn't want it even if I could have it!
While I huffed and puffed for a long time, Gyeong-jun carefully watched my face and awkwardly apologized.
"Sorry. I've been the only one having a good time. Still, man, I wanted sincere support from you. Still, man, I'm fine. The fact that you're this jealous is already huge support for me."
I'm going to lose my mind, seriously—!!!!!
Our Gyeong-jun is a good guy.
He said he had been too insensitive to me and paid for the drinks himself.
My heart torn open, I silently transferred the bar tab to his account.
Watching Gyeong-jun smile brightly as he said goodbye, I cried inside.
Even the heavens are heartless, to do this to such a decent friend…
The one silver lining was that worrying about Gyeong-jun temporarily stopped my endless erection and delusions.
But whether I should be happy or cry about that left me in pure confusion as I reached the front of the house.
"Ah, oppa!"
To my surprise, that bitch Hee-kyung was waiting at the front door to greet me.
A baggy top with huge printed letters, bottoms-missing fashion. Below that, long, straight, sleek legs.
Waving at me with a huge smile filling her big mouth, Hee-kyung's figure felt so warmly cozy.
"What's with the special welcome."
"What do you mean what's with. Today's the day."
"The day?"
I blinked at the completely unexpected words, and Hee-kyung puffed out her cheeks in annoyance.
"Come on. Today's the two-week mark."
Huh?! Today's two weeks?
I checked the date on my phone.
Hee-kyung was right.
I thought it had only been a week and a half?
What kind of phenomenon was this, I wondered, but if my mind had been hazy from wanting to jerk off, it was easy enough to miscount.
"You really didn't cross the line for two whole weeks, didn't even jerk off, kept everything I said. It's pretty moving, you know?"
Hee-kyung pulled me into a hug around the waist.
The outline of her full breasts pressed against me and my cock instantly swelled.
Hee-kyung felt the hard cock against her lower belly too and whispered into my ear.
"You've worked hard, oppa. Today I'll make you cum myself."
Then she bit my earlobe with a little snap.
Luckily it was an alley, so no one was on the street.
Hee-kyung tried to lead me through the front door, but I stood frozen like I was nailed down.
"…Why?"
"Hey, let go of me for a second."
"What?"
"If you keep touching me I'm gonna cum right here."
My cock was already doing a solo tap-dance and drawing up precum, so I urgently yelled for her to stop.
And when this seductive bitch heard me,
"Hauuup~."
She opened that big mouth wide, stuck out her rolled-up tongue long and far, then grinned.
"Oppa, you can look forward to today."
…I almost came just now.