Chapter 26
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 26
Chapter Title: The Festival Night Passes
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The echoes of Ayoung's moans inside the gym had finally stopped, and our romp came to an end.
We'd really gone at it a ton.
Blood-mixed semen kept pouring out of Ayoung's pussy for quite a while.
Ayoung lay there panting, her whole body drained of strength, letting the cum leak out from inside her.
I was taking in that lewd sight for a moment when a familiar vibration buzzed to life.
ZZZING!
Point benefit has arrived.
'Oh?'
I opened the phone's notification screen.
You can now use the Shopping Cart feature.
Unused points will not carry over and will all expire.
Would you like to use your points?
Of course I'm using them.
Shopping cart function, though?
I read the details.
With Sperm Pay, you can add to your cart and store purchases without immediate payment.
Items in your cart can be pulled out and used anytime you want.
You can transact with sellers you've dealt with before—no need to stick to the same one.
So, to sum it up.
You don't have to use Sperm Pay right on the spot. You can save it in the cart and settle up whenever you need to.
'So I can stock the cart ahead of time, then bang whenever I want. Even with different sellers?'
Jackpot.
Thanks, devs.
May you work less and earn more.
While I was geeking out over the new perk, Ayoung's expression slowly came back into focus.
"Haa... haa... Huh?"
Ayoung jolted in surprise.
No shock there.
With pants that shredded, wind had to be whistling right into her pussy.
"Oh my god!!"
The startled Ayoung clamped her hands over her privates, speechless.
"W-what happened to my pants?!"
You sliced them yourself with those scissors.
Before anyone else spotted it, I whipped off my shirt and draped it over Ayoung's ass to cover her up.
"You must've snagged them on something sharp when you tripped."
Ayoung wrapped the shirt around her hips like a skirt, hiding the gaping hole over her pussy.
"Hng... so embarrassing. Senior, did you... see everything?"
"Nah. Didn't catch a glimpse. You're good."
"Liar..."
She shot me a look like she wasn't buying it, but what could she do?
"Senior, heading to the department booth now?"
"Yeah. Jinsu's waiting there."
"Hold on a sec!"
Ayoung ducked inside, chatted with who looked like the club president senior, grabbed her bag, and hurried back out.
"Mind if I tag along? Clothes are trashed anyway—can't do much more tonight. Told the pres, and he said to head home early."
"Sure. Let's go."
It was already dark outside, the sun long gone.
Guess we'd burned through a good chunk of time screwing.
The night campus, lit up with colorful lights, felt even more like a festival than daytime.
Strolling with a cute junior through it all? Felt downright wholesome.
Ayoung was limping a bit—first time using that pussy must've stung—with every step.
I slowed to match her pace. She grabbed my arm and hooked hers through it.
"Senior, walking's tough. Lemme borrow your arm!"
Her tits pressed against my arm.
'Doesn't she feel that squish?'
Not that I minded.
"So, what'd you think of the club demo today?"
"Loved it. For real."
Couples pilates was top-tier.
Gonna hit it up often.
"Sweating it out after a workout always feels great, right? Come with me next time it's my workout day."
"Sounds good. Just call."
A different kind of sweat had flowed more, but my steps felt light anyway.
"Senior, question time!"
"Shoot."
Ayoung suddenly looked up at me.
"What color panties do you think I wore today?"
"...Beats me."
Almost bit that bait hook, line, and sinker.
I remembered, though.
That black pair—clear as day before I sliced them off in a flash.
"Okay, then: bushy down there or trimmed?"
"Obviously super thic—"
...!!
Got too caught up in the vibe.
Words tumbled out wrong.
A chill killing intent settled on Ayoung's face.
Her friendly smile vanished into blankness, replaced by a scary glare locked on me.
"...You saw it all, huh?"
"Huh? No! Saw what? Nothing, I swear."
"Knew it. Liar."
Ayoung said it with that scary look still on.
"You're the first guy's ever seen mine. You?"
"Me?? Obviously my f—"
Felt like I'd catch hell if I slipped again.
"I'm a total virgin—no experience. First time seeing one, but I really didn't get a good look! So don't sweat it."
"Figures..."
Ayoung's face softened back to normal, blooming into a big smile.
"Ahaha! You too, Senior. It's fine! Wasn't on purpose, and a peek's no biggie."
"R-really? Haha!"
"But you saw a precious virgin's special spot. You're taking responsibility, right?"
"...Responsibility?"
She grinned and looped her arm tighter.
"Kidding! Just... no more lies to me, ever. Got it?"
Ayoung clung to my arm, squeezing hard.
Those soft tits pressing in again—got me all stirred up.
"C'mon, hurry. I'm dying to check out our department booth."
And just like that, we headed back to the department booth together.
"Kweeeh!!"
Jinsu was throwing a fit.
"Korean independence!"
Jinsu, drunk off his ass, was causing a total scene.
"Filthy scum! Ptui!"
Acting like some independence activist.
Treating the seniors like traitors and bellowing at the top of his lungs.
"Who dragged this guy in?"
The student council president senior said, looking pained.
"Sorry. I'll get him out."
I hustled Jinsu to a corner.
Soon as he sat, he was out cold, snoring away.
"Haha. Jinsu senior's a riot as always."
"Weak drinker must've pounded way too much."
Watching him flop there, I felt kinda bad for ditching him solo earlier.
"Senior, gotta hit the bathroom."
Ayoung stepped out, so I parked myself next to sleeping Jinsu.
"Uuuu, bunny bunny carrot carrot..."
Mumbling in his sleep like that, he was deep under.
That's when Hana noona sidled over my way.
"Jinwoo! Why'd you take so long?!"
"Got held up. Jinsu pounded it, huh."
"Yeah. First party in ages—got hyped."
"Who'd he drink with? Figured he'd be sulking solo in the corner."
"Me. Hehe."
That explained it.
Noona looked a little buzzed herself, in high spirits.
"Where's your boyfriend?"
"Dipped early—evening plans. Jinsu looked bored alone, so I kept him company!"
"What about serving?"
"Me? Fourth-year here. I slack, and who’s gonna call me out?"
Said that, but I knew she'd hustled harder than anyone.
Only now, with evening crowds thinning, did she catch a breather.
"Jinwoo! Here—bottoms up."
"Now? Drinking?"
"Festival vibes. Gotta take noona's shot, right?"
The cute bunny poured into my glass.
This mood was something else.
"Ahem! First one's a one-shot. You know the drill?"
I knocked back noona's pour in one go.
Sweet stuff.
Right then, Ayoung returned.
"Oh my gosh! Hana unnie! Where'd you find a bunny girl this cute?!"
Another bunny closing in.
...Bunny?
Ayoung had come back in full bunny girl getup.
Pilates-honed thighs, full of volume and tone.
She totally outshone every other bunny girl there.
"Whoa! Ayoung, you're stunning! That killer bod—no contest against mine. Fits you like a glove!"
"Hoho. Only this was left in the department office. Does it work?"
Right.
Your pants ripped.
Ayoung slid in beside me and poured a shot.
"Take mine too. Thanks for hitting the club event today."
"Uh... cheers."
Flanked by bunnies, knocking back shots? Felt off.
Both eye-catchers, so our table drew stares from other seniors fast.
Hana noona, department vet, clocked the vibe first.
"Jinwoo. Get Ayoung outta here."
"Huh? Why?"
"See those upperclassmen? Been pulling cute freshmen over, messing around."
Noona nodded toward a pack of grad-lookin' seniors stealing glances at Ayoung.
"Probably never seen her before—definitely got their eyes on her. They'll call her over for drinks soon. Take her out. I'll watch Jinsu."
"What about you? You good?"
"Me? Gonna bail for 'work duty.' Hehe."
Classic.
Fourth-year clout's no joke.
"See? They're inching over. I'll say I sent her on an errand—go now."
"Got it. Catch you later, noona."
"Yeah! Hurry. Make sure Ayoung gets home safe."
"Walking like this feels just like a date."
...Why say something so cringe?
Parading with bunny girl Ayoung, people's eyes kept sticking to us.
Better head somewhere less crowded.
"Huh? Off to a dark spot? Didn't think you were that type, senior."
Quiet.
Blame the bunny suit.
We hit a quiet bench and sat.
Night breeze chilly—Ayoung huddled her legs close.
"Called my dad. He's coming to pick me up. Stick around till then?"
"Sure."
Peeking under those squatted thighs, her bush poked out.
...Yup, bushy Ayoung.
This bunny girl's hazardous.
"You seem like such a nice guy, senior."
"Me? Nah, not really."
Tore your hymen today—that was me.
Eyeing your bush right now, too.
"I like nice guys like you, senior. Wanna marry me if I say so?"
...Outta nowhere?
"Hoho. That got you. Kidding."
Ayoung laughed, sweeping her hair aside as the breeze toyed with it.
"I love kids. Wanna have 'em ASAP. Good guy's all I need—I'd drop out and marry tomorrow."
...So that's why the whole "impregnate me" bit earlier.
"Any dreams, senior?"
"Me? Dunno."
Too grand for a "dream," but I've got a wish.
Meet someone who loves me.
A plain loser's modest hope.
Sperm Pay let me sample women's bodies.
Chat easy like this now? All thanks to the app.
Someday, real connection without it—that'd be ideal.
Beep beep!
Spot-on timing: Ayoung's dad rolled up.
"Come workout next time for sure! I'll hit you up!"
She waved out the window till she vanished from sight.
The school festival's night slipped away like that.