Chapter 82
Chapter 82
“It’s a secret.”
Bom giggled, meeting Jae-gyu’s intense gaze.
Reflected in Jae-gyu’s dark eyes, flickering like a bonfire, was her own image. She could now clearly read the eyes of this man who liked her so much he couldn't control himself.
“Wanna guess?”
Jae-gyu leaned his face closer. Bom gave a short nod, challenging him to try. What strange thing was he going to say this time?
“I want to be with Seon Jae-gyu for the rest of my life.”
“...!”
Her breath hitched. The rest of her life? Jae-gyu moved even closer, taking Bom's hand and lacing their fingers together.
“I want to marry him.”
“What nonsense...!”
“...You wished for that, didn’t you? My intuition is good.”
Good? What’s so good about it? As if she’d wish for something like that right after they started dating. Jae-gyu's lips, having made his wild guess, curved into a wide smile.
“You’re lucky, Bom.”
“What do you mean?”
“The person who can grant your wish is right here.”
No sooner had he finished speaking than Jae-gyu lowered his head, cupping Bom's face with his rough hands. Bom, who had been startled by his joke, glanced at Jae-gyu's cheek, where whipped cream still clung from her earlier prank.
“The cream, you should wipe it...”
“Leave it. I’ll get it all over me, and I’ll lick it all off.”
Before she could ask ‘get it where?’, Jae-gyu kissed her deeply and effortlessly lifted her into his arms. Holding her close, Jae-gyu slowly walked towards the bed, one step at a time.
The man's overwhelmingly large body pressed Bom onto the bed. Before she knew it, Bom's heels gently bumped against the bed frame.
“Good thing I fed you eel earlier today.”
Jae-gyu lifted Bom's arms, pulling up her loose top, but instead of taking it off completely, he left it draped over her elbows.
“Why eel...?”
Laying Bom down, Jae-gyu let out a low groan. With his hair disheveled, he fixed a burning gaze on Bom's body, her arms bound by her draped top, and his pants front bulged.
“Because sleeping is out of the question now.”
As Jae-gyu lowered his upper body and began foreplay, his breath was hot and humid, like someone who had just finished exercising. Without hesitation, Jae-gyu slipped his hand between her back and the sheets, unhooked her bra, and pushed it up, also leaving it draped over her elbows.
“Please, take my arms out, hnn.”
Bom struggled, her hands completely trapped beneath Jae-gyu's body.
“Haaah...”
Jae-gyu kissed the tip of Bom's nose, then, like stamping a seal, moved lower and lower, covering her entire body with his lips.
“H-ah, ahh, eugh!”
Every time his lips and hands touched her, sparks seemed to fly before her eyes, and her lower back stiffened.
Jae-gyu, who had been relentlessly sucking and nipping, began to pull out his heavy Penis. She already knew he was fully erect, having seen the clear outline through his sweatpants.
Even after spending many nights with Jae-gyu and intertwining their bodies, there was still something she hadn't gotten used to.
From the tip of his heavy, slowly swaying Penis, sticky, transparent Pre-Cum dripped down like a thread.
The way his Glans Penis glistened, wet with fluid as if he'd already ejaculated, was still something she couldn't get used to. The veins wrapped around the shaft pulsed and throbbed like a separate living entity, and his Glans Penis twitched.
“Eugh...”
Bom closed her eyes. Although his Penis was still a bit grotesque to her, Jae-gyu himself was the best gift she could imagine. He was slowly entering her body.
“Ha, already so tight. Relax.”
Bom spread her legs wide, relaxed, and received Jae-gyu. The fire-hot shaft plunged deep inside her, filling every empty space tightly.
Just a deep Insertion was enough to send a shiver through her, making her scalp tingle. With immense pleasure, Bom sobbed out a moan.
“Eugh, it feels... good...”
Bom wrapped her calves around Jae-gyu's sturdy waist. Soon, he hooked her legs over his arms, pulling Bom flush against his body. Then, he began to move his hips.
“Ha, I haven't even put in the cream yet, huff, look at all the white foam.”
“Ah, ahh...”
With the sensation of him thrusting deep, an endless stream of moans escaped Bom's lips.
Through her blurring vision, Bom looked at the sweat-soaked Jae-gyu and made the wish she had made at midnight once more.
‘Please let me stay with this man forever.’
⋆★⋆
Despite the still sweltering heat, the classroom air conditioner remained fixed at 26 degrees Celsius.
“Ugh, I wish I could go back to the Closing Ceremony day...”
Se-jin's seat was by the window in the second row. As she endured the heat, the incessant, loud chirping of cicadas was seriously grating on her nerves. Finally, she put down her pen and buried her face in her textbook.
“You're hot, aren't you?”
Seon Han-gyeol, who had been solving problems in the seat in front of her, turned his chair around. Se-jin, still face down in her textbook, merely lifted her eyes.
“Hey. Don't you think our break is too short? Yesterday at this time, the library was really cool.”
“It's four days longer than other schools, but if it felt short, that makes me happy, doesn't it?”
He was saying that because they'd been together all break. Anyway, how could he say things like that without his expression changing at all...? Like a playboy.
Han-gyeol picked up a thin notebook he'd gotten from an academy promotion and began fanning Se-jin. Combined with the air conditioner, the cool breeze refreshed her face.
“Feel better?”
“Uh... yeah.”
They'd been late that morning and ran together, but why was he perfectly fine? As she stared at Han-gyeol, who didn't have a single drop of sweat on him, the heat slowly faded away.
“Did you guys see that? I Am a K-Trot Singer.”
Only then did the noisy chatter of her classmates start to register.
“Ugh, why would you watch something like that? Are you my mom?”
“I watch that too, and it's super fun! It's totally mala-mat.”
“It's highly stimulating, so you have to watch it. It'll make your head spin.”
The conversation was in full swing about a survival program that had recently started. Is that kind of thing popular these days? Se-jin had seen shows where trainees debuted as idols, but she didn't know trot was also all the rage.
“Hye-su? She's seriously a goddess.”
“Yeah, Heo Hye-su! She's super gorgeous.”
“Why is she doing trot?”
When one contestant was mentioned, the boys got noisy. From what she gathered, an eighteen-year-old high school girl named Heo Hye-su, who was on the show, seemed to be popular. They were saying she was pretty enough to debut as an idol right away.
It seemed to be a program popular across all generations. The contestants ranged in age from teens to sixties; the younger ones were visually stunning enough to become a hot topic, while the older ones each had a stimulating backstory.
“Seon Han-gyeol. Do you watch that too?”
Seeing him just smile without answering, Se-jin knew Seon Han-gyeol didn't watch that program.
“I'm not interested in trot.”
“What about idol survival shows?”
Han-gyeol still just smiled faintly. It was a roundabout question asking if he was interested in female idols or contestants, but whenever she asked like this, he would only smile.
“The girl they're talking about, from that trot show or whatever, she must be really pretty.”
“So I hear.”
Se-jin's eyes widened, having assumed he wouldn't know since he said he didn't watch it. Moreover, Han-gyeol's affirmative remark left her dumbfounded.
“What? Seriously? You said you didn't watch it.”
“Kids tagged me in posts, so I saw it.”
“Ah. You saw it? Well, I guess that's your type.”
Se-jin said coolly, sitting up straight and correcting her posture. Maybe Mom was right, and all men are the same. She opened her textbook and fixed her gaze on the section she'd been looking at before closing it.
“What are you looking at?”
Her eyes were on the text, but she knew Han-gyeol was looking at her. As she asked curtly, a large, pale hand swiftly took her left hand.
“Hey, what the...?”
“I think you're really pretty, Se-jin.”
Se-jin's eyes went wide. Was he crazy? She quickly scanned her surroundings, but thankfully, no one was paying attention to them.
“But it's not because you're pretty that I like you.”
How could he say something like that now? Se-jin's cheeks flushed red like ripe persimmons. She didn't know where he learned it, but he had a knack for saying embarrassing things without a single change in his expression.
“Ah, I get it, so stop...”
“I just like you because you're you.”
Her body temperature, which had just barely cooled down, shot right back up. Se-jin didn't want Han-gyeol to notice her hand getting hot, so she subtly pulled her hand away.
When they went to Seoul for a short special lecture during the break, his aunt must have thought highly of Han-gyeol and said something at home.
Because of that, the suggestion came up for Han-gyeol to join her in the math tutoring she was already taking.
Although he started studying late, Han-gyeol had good comprehension and concentration. She knew there was a separate reason for Han-gyeol's previously low grades, but even so, such a steep upward curve in his scores was unexpected.
Especially in math, he had improved enough that it wouldn't be a problem for them to take tutoring together, which is why they ended up doing it.
Actually, Han-gyeol's house wasn't in a particularly convenient location for commuting, but...
Drrr-!
The noisy classroom fell silent in an instant. It was their Homeroom Teacher, whom they hadn't seen in a while. The chattering students immediately stopped talking and cheered as their Homeroom Teacher placed handouts on the podium.
“Teacher! Whoa!”
“Oh, our teacher looks different somehow? What is it?”
The Homeroom Teacher was counting the handouts to distribute, dividing them according to the number of students in each row. In the meantime, the students who noticed the subtly changed atmosphere began whispering among themselves. Amidst the noisy chatter, Se-jin also spoke.
“Seon Han-gyeol.”
“Yes, Se-jin?”
“About the Homeroom Teacher. She really does look different, doesn't she? Is there something going on between her and your uncle?”
As soon as he heard the question, Han-gyeol's rose-red lips curved into a soft smile. His voice clearly held a hint of amusement.
“Ah. There is something, alright.”