That Slut Hee-kyung (9)
It felt like ages since I'd set foot back on campus.
In reality not much time had passed at all, but the heavy stretch of events from the day before made the whole place feel strangely fresh again.
That sentiment evaporated the second I ran into Gyeong-jun in front of the central library.
"What the hell happened to your face?!"
"Uh…"
Oh, right. I'd even gone to the hospital that morning and still managed to forget. Dense as a rock, that's me.
No wonder everyone from the neighborhood all the way to campus had been flinching the moment they saw me.
"Gyeong-hun, this isn't something to be embarrassed about. Who was it? Spill. Should I call Taesik hyung right now?"
"Family business. It's settled, so drop it."
"Ah… that, huh?"
The bastard. Our friendship was so tearfully noble and moving, yet the history written across my eye was anything but clean.
I snatched the hand holding his smartphone and whispered fast.
"Hey. How far did you get?"
"Just, you know~. Let's say we made it as far as exchanging intimacy through touch?"
The way he swaggered while saying it rubbed me the wrong way.
I was curious how far this punk had actually gone to be shrugging his shoulders like that, but what I really wanted to know was how pretty the girl was—her looks, pure and simple.
Honestly, if she was anywhere near our Hee-kyung's level she wouldn't lose to anyone.
I'd stake my dick on that certainty.
Whether Gyeong-jun had actually landed a girl of Hee-kyung's caliber, and how far he'd pushed his luck with her yesterday—that was the real question burning a hole in me.
"Screw it. We're going right now."
I couldn't wait and took the lead; Gyeong-jun scrambled after me in a panic.
"It's only two in the afternoon. What bar's even open?"
"Order soju at a gukbap joint. Done."
"Around school?"
Watching this usually cocky bastard fidget made my irritation spike.
Here it came again—his caution disease. Everything about him was solid except the way he tried to be careful about every damn thing.
"Where else would we go if not around school? The way you're talking, you put the moves on a school girl, didn't you?"
The punk bristled, clenched his teeth, and hissed back at me.
"Moves? Dude, it was a mutually complementary relationship formed under mutual agreement."
Must be nice knowing so many fancy words.
In the end we rode the subway a few stops out to the entertainment district near campus.
The place we walked into was an izakaya.
Given the hour, it was empty except for Gyeong-jun and me.
We ordered roughly; when the bottled beer and soju arrived he mixed somaek with practiced hands.
"Alright, talk. Who from school? Who did you meet that you got that far in a single night?"
He'd claimed those two underclassmen he'd struggled to invite had only fleeced him for the meal, yet somehow there'd been sudden progress.
"Right, so I bought them lunch and then they just grabbed their drinks and ditched me at the café, yeah?"
Back then, right after kicking Dad out of the house, hearing that news had pissed me off so badly I'd yelled at Hee-kyung until she cried.
"I was so fucking wound up I just sat in the library trading stocks, and then around evening Eun-sol messaged me."
"Eun-sol?"
"The one with the big tits. Big ass."
Ah. Her. One of the two juniors from yesterday's lunch plan.
A plump, meaty type whose curves were just barely holding their shape.
But that bitch was so sly she could claim second place school-wide without anyone arguing.
She never flinched at the dirtiest guy-talk, fired right back, and knew exactly how to flash a soft eye-smile and flick her tail—a fox of the highest grade.
"She said she'd treat me to dinner as thanks for lunch."
"Oh~. Better than I expected!"
I meant it. Ever since returning to school it had been nothing but freeloading girls, yet a college woman who actually offered to pay out of gratitude—Eun-sol was the first.
"So we did the first round right in front of school, and damn she ate well. One line out of her mouth and boom, toast time. I never even got a word in."
Looking at her frame I could believe she ate well, but I swallowed the comment.
The side dishes arrived right then, so I scooped some onto a plate and pushed him for the rest.
"We put away maybe five bottles there? But the booze just wouldn't hit. You know what's wild? Eun-sol was wearing something low-cut today—full cleavage on display. And every single time she clinked glasses she'd stretch her arm out like this, and her tits would bounce. For such a tiny motion. Just extending her arm once and those breasts would jiggle like crazy."
He was grinning ear to ear as he remembered it; it must have felt that good.
Somehow the whole flow was different from mine.
I was locked in a cutthroat war of nerves with that slut Hee-kyung, while Gyeong-jun was living through a heart-pounding little romance.
I was jealous as hell.
"I was feeling so good I paid and we left. Then she asked if I wasn't hungry since I barely touched the snacks in the first round. Hehe—I was eating her tits with my eyes the whole time."
The shy bastard turned into pure trash-talk the second it was just the two of us.
Still, this was the first time he'd ever poured out a girl story with this much energy, so I sat up straight and listened hard.
"We went straight to that new oden bar that just opened. Damn she could eat—whole skewers vanishing in one bite. She'd down that scalding oden broth in one shot then immediately slurp the soju."
…Don't people usually one-shot the soju and then slurp the broth?
"And when I looked at her she'd be chewing and smiling, and she looked so pretty. Then she got up for the bathroom and her ass was fucking massive. If I just tugged everything down and buried my dick between those cheeks it would've been over… hah…"
I'd thought the exact same thing staring at Hee-kyung's hips while she was on all fours.
Guys really are all the same. Heh heh.
"Even better—I was already hard by then. Around that point? It was tenting over my pants a little. She saw it when she came back to the table and I shifted to let her in. She poked it with one finger and asked what this was."
That simple little tap—the second it touches you, blood floods every last corner of your dick in a pure electric rush.
I know because Hee-kyung did it to me.
What clearer signal exists?
"I was fully rock-hard so I asked if she wanted to know. She said she was curious. We paid right then and walked out. You know that dark alley by school that cuts through to the motel strip? I took her there, slid my arm around her shoulder, and kissed her."
It was a hell of a fast-forward, but I kept my mouth shut and kept listening.
"Her mouth opened and her tongue started, like, shaking hands with mine, licking like we were making a pinky promise, and then she was stroking my cock right over my pants. So I shoved my hand down into Eun-sol's pants."
"What the fuck?!"
"Gyeong-hun."
Suddenly he cut himself off and called my name.
I was burning with curiosity and answered instantly.
"Yeah? What?"
"Girls have hair on their pussies too? I thought every girl was just smooth white pussy."
Gyeong-jun was such a pure virgin he could say that with a completely straight face.
"It was really thin and fine but rough hair, and knowing it was a girl's pussy hair got me so fucking excited. I kept stroking lower and then there was this soft, indented little gap."
The description was pure idiot, yet the more he talked the harder I listened.
I even set my glass down and gave him my full attention.
"From there it was fucking slippery. I tried shoving my middle finger into the middle of it but only got maybe half a fingernail in. The pussy-meat shield is no joke. Remember that."
…Pussy-meat shield?
"Hah, but from the first round on I hadn't taken a single bathroom break. Standing the whole time made me need to piss so bad. I was right on the edge of wetting myself so I said let's just hit the bathroom and keep going, but she said no, it'd kill the mood. I was so disappointed I asked why. We'd come this far, let's keep kissing—then she accused me of only wanting a one-night stand based on her body. So I answered the way the books said."
"Which was?"
"I look at both the body and the face."
…If my memory was right, no book on earth had ever written that line.
"So she laughed. But she said not today. Let's take it slow. I said okay and sent her home."
Wow. Cutting it off at that exact exquisite point.
"Two rounds cost four hundred thousand won, fuck. Ah, Gyeong-jun you dumbass should've pissed earlier! Why the hell right then…"
"……"
Don't get the wrong idea. I have never once looked down on this friend or thought of him as beneath me. Not once. But in that moment I felt I needed to think hard for his sake.
…Kim Gyeong-jun—had this guy just gotten played for a complete sucker by a girl?
His family was loaded, he knew a ton, and his loyalty ran deep. He was a genuinely good friend.
And it wasn't as if he was some pure-hearted innocent about the world either.
People never believe this when I say it, but Gyeong-jun's family is a clan that grew huge in the underworld.
No matter how hard the two of us worked part-time jobs, how else could we have stacked thousands in just a few years?
Through Gyeong-jun's connections we took every high-risk, high-reward underworld gig that would let us dip a toe in without fully diving.
Making money outside the law—or more accurately while dodging the law—meant we trained our fists to protect ourselves, trained our instincts, trained how not to be looked down on, trained how to move the second things turned ugly.
But the art of seducing a girl for a one-night stand or simply dating one for real? That skill never trained.
Right in front of me Gyeong-jun had blown four hundred thousand won on a girl years younger than him without even properly getting his dick out.
And I was no better—still getting scolded by that slut Hee-kyung without ever receiving permission for the important parts.
I lifted my beer glass and held it out.
"Drink."
"Cheers~!"
The glasses clinked.
I slammed the poorly mixed somaek straight down my throat and set the glass on the table with a solid thud—when my smartphone rang.
The screen said Mom. I snatched it up in a hurry, but—
"Oppa! Where are you? When are you coming home? You didn't forget we promised to come back early, right? I'm not sleeping until Oppa gets here?"
It was that slut Hee-kyung's voice.
Getting a call first from my little sister whining at me made my chest flutter all over again; the corners of my mouth loosened into a helpless smile.