Chapter 73
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 73
Chapter Title: The Exchange Student Has Arrived
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The next morning.
Ding dong!
Ding dong!
Bang bang bang bang!
A noisy pounding echoed from the front door, starting early in the morning.
The teacher's voice reached me in my half-asleep daze.
"Jinwoo! Lee Jinwoo!"
The teacher was knocking on the door to my room.
My head was still spinning from the hangover, and my mind was a total mess.
'What time is it...'
Yesterday evening.
We'd barely made it to the store in time.
The teacher had laughed with a puzzled look about why she needed to get dressed again, but I'd sweated bullets putting her panties, bra, and everything else back on one piece at a time.
Still, I'd managed to get her fully clothed before my battery completely died, and we'd each headed home.
"Jinwoo! If you're awake, open up! Teacher's gonna be late!"
The teacher kept pounding on the door.
I wondered why she hadn't just called, but then I remembered my phone's dead battery.
I threw on some random clothes and headed to the door.
When I opened it, there stood the teacher, impeccably dressed in a suit.
"What's the occasion?"
"Jinwoo, did you sleep well?"
Had she not drunk any? Her face looked fresh and clear, without a trace of hangover despite how much I'd had.
With her long, wavy hair neatly half-up, she looked even prettier today.
"Teacher, you headed somewhere? You look stunning."
"It's my first day on the job."
"Oh, right, that's today. But what's up this early?"
"What do you mean? I came to feed you milk, Jinwoo."
"......Pardon? Milk?"
The teacher undid a couple of buttons on her shirt, which looked ready to burst anyway, and pulled out her breasts.
She thrust them toward me, heavy with weight.
"Hurry up and drink. Teacher has to get to work."
Yesterday evening.
After the payment in Yeouido, things with the teacher had wrapped up nicely.
But the milk contract lasted until her breast milk completely dried up.
This seemed to be a separate clause from the regular payments.
Of course, all within my magnetic field range.
"Uncomfortable like this? Want it in a cup?"
"No, just give it to me."
After having sex in the mart and running naked through central Yeouido, nothing felt shocking anymore.
I simply cupped her breast and drank the milk she squeezed out.
"Teacher, it still tastes like booze."
"Yeah. Guess Teacher's still got some in her system. Just make do today. I'll bring better tomorrow."
......Tomorrow too?
Once I'd finished, the teacher straightened her clothes.
I figured that was it as she headed down the stairs, but she turned back.
"Oh, right! Jinwoo."
"Yeah?"
"About yesterday..."
Her face flushed as yesterday's memories surfaced.
"The park stroll was fun. Let's walk together again sometime!"
......Looks like she's starting to remember the payments.
Sure thing, Teacher.
Next time, we'll have an even richer, more enjoyable stroll.
I saw the teacher off to work, then went back inside to get ready for school.
"Hey, dork."
"Yeah?"
"......You're not gonna try paying today, are you?"
Morning classes ended, and it was lunchtime.
Running into Bae Ji-yoon on the way to eat, she instinctively pressed her legs together and tugged at her skirt.
"Oh... today really is a no-go! You know, that time of the month."
Who asked?
Besides, the installment payment system kicked in automatically when my semen tank was full, regardless of my will.
If it were topped off, it would've paid for Ji-yoon on its own.
But after dumping so much into the teacher's ass yesterday, it still wasn't full.
No payment triggered even with her right there.
"Scram! Shoo! Shoo!"
"Relax. Doesn't seem like it's happening today. Guess I don't have enough for a girl like you."
"Phew... thank goodness. But dork, your wording kinda rubs me the wrong way?"
Whatever.
No time to bicker with her.
Cafeteria was at peak crowd now.
If I didn't hustle, I'd end up with mystery fish cutlet instead of pork katsu.
"Whoops, my bad. Catch you later."
"Hey!! Dork, wait up!"
Ji-yoon grabbed my arm, looking seriously flustered.
"What? I'm busy."
"You eating alone?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Aren't you usually with that other dork? Where's he at?"
"Jin-su? He's been busy. Probably skipping today."
Jin-su had been ditching school a lot lately.
Classes allowed proxies anyway, so no big deal.
"So, really alone?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Wanna grab lunch with me?"
"......Huh?"
What the hell.
Why was this snooty girl making such a request?
Her expression didn't scream post-sex intimacy either.
"What's with the face? Should be honored a girl like me asks to eat together. Why so sour?"
"And what kind of girl are you?"
"W-well!!"
My aversion to pretty girls didn't apply to her.
"Ugh... damn. Since when does a dork talk like this?"
I was just being casual without overthinking.
Seeing her pout in frustration was oddly satisfying.
"So, you coming or not?"
Didn't seem like she just hated eating solo.
She had some favor to ask.
"Hmm..."
"Argh! Why's a dork got so many hang-ups? Come on already. I'll buy something tastier than caf pork katsu."
Ji-yoon dragged me by the wrist to a building behind the school.
'International Exchange Center?'
A building behind the liberal arts college.
Never had class here, so first time on campus.
I eyed the fidgeting Ji-yoon.
"So, you're the promo model, and school's got you escorting an exchange student."
"......Yeah."
"She speaks zero English, so you dragged me in?"
"Yeah. Saw your TOEIC score last time. It's sky-high."
How'd she see that?
I'd crammed it post-discharge just to kill time.
"Promo models do this too? And TOEIC's not the same as conversation."
"Don't care! Better than me. Let's go in!"
We entered the exchange center.
Air totally different from other buildings.
All the foreigners on campus must've been holed up here.
True to name, zero Korean around.
"We're screwed. Let's bail. Give up."
"No way! Gotta vlog with her and post it. Already teased it."
"......Can't you solo it?"
"You're my manager. Hurry up."
How long she gonna milk that one-day favor?
We pushed through the intimidating vibe deeper inside.
And there she was.
A fair-skinned blonde girl seated, waiting for Ji-yoon.
"Her? The exchange student."
"Yeah. Matches the pic. Say hi!"
"Me?"
"Duh, you're the manager. Go!"
......Should I just pay her off right here?
I approached cautiously and greeted the blonde.
"Uh... hello?"
"Ah! Zdravstvuyte."
......Zdrav-what?
"Yo, she's Russian?"
"What? They didn't say."
The blonde approached the panicking Ji-yoon.
"Hello. Are you Ji-yoon?"
"Uh...? Yes! That's me."
What.
Fluent Korean.
"Nice to meet you! I'm Anna. Pretty common name. And him?"
"Hello. Lee Jinwoo."
"Lee Jinwoo? Sounds like 'squid'."
......Super fluent.
We safely escaped the foreign dungeon.
Ji-yoon, who'd promised lunch, took Anna and me to a nearby chicken joint.
"Chicken in broad daylight?"
"Dude, you know Hallyu? Foreigners go nuts for Korean fried chicken."
Ancient history.
"Anna! Dig in. Dip in the sauce too."
Her face turned endlessly friendly the second the camera flipped on for vlogging.
Born entertainer.
"Korean's great, so I'm good to go?"
"Why? You barely ate. Have more?"
"Class right after. Post-booze, greasy stuff won't go down. Catch you later."
"Aw... sorry to drag you. Thanks anyway, dork."
I said bye and stood.
"Dork? What's that?"
"Oh... yeah! Guys like Jinwoo, uh... just remember him as Jinwoo."
"Ah! Squid dork? See ya!"
......Feels like she gets it.
I waved to them and left.
After classes, heading home.
Crowd at the main gate.
'Sua already here?'
Sua had come to school to see me a few times since.
Not just camping out like before.
She'd text ahead and wait at the gate.
And crowds gathered every time.
She was pretty, dressed sharp and flashy, drawing eyes everywhere.
Net was buzzing about "XX Uni Gate Girl" already.
"Oppa!"
Bleached yellow hair, tattooed legs bare under a miniskirt.
Trench coat for fall vibes, but crop top flashing midriff still stole the show.
"Oppa, out early today?"
"Yeah. Classes wrapped quick."
Now close enough for casual half-informal talk.
"Taxi flew here too. Got here early. Thought I'd wait forever—perfect timing."
"Lucky. So, what's the meetup for today?"
"Hehe. Got a gift for Oppa."
"Gift?"
Sua pulled a coat from her bag—same color as hers.
"Try it on. Quick."
She draped it over my shoulders.
"Oh yeah... Oppa, those shoulders make the coat look good."
"Bit early for coats, no?"
"Nah, fashion's always ahead."
"Cool. Thanks anyway. I'll wear it well."
Matching coats felt couple-y, kinda embarrassing.
"C'mon. Got a spot for us today."
Sua grabbed my hand firmly and led the way.