Semen-Addicted Exam Student (4)
We'd both eaten our fill moderately, and only toward the end of the meal did we get down to business.
"Studying going well these days?"
"Fuck... why ask something that kills the booze vibe?"
"It's booze I bought, so I can ask."
"...Mind your own business. I'm doing fine."
A lie. From what I'd seen of Kim Min-ah's personality so far, if she were really doing well, she wouldn't have answered with that irritated look. Hell, the Succubus System's Vital Energy consumption had pretty much confirmed the premise that 'I'm addicted to semen and can't focus on studying'—so this question was just a formality.
"For someone doing that well, your face has looked like total shit lately."
"What face? Who studies with a smile on their face? Seriously, no issues."
"Min-ah."
"W-what? Why so serious all of a sudden?"
"I was gonna play dumb and let it slide, but these past few days, your face looks wrecked, you can't concentrate, and you've been spacing out a ton. I walked by a few times and you didn't even notice."
"That's..."
It was half made-up, but she seemed to have her suspicions—her expression was gradually hardening.
"Might be nothing to you, but you're the first friend I made after coming here. Only person I know. Can't you just be straight with me? Whatever it is, I might be able to help."
Half of it was sincere. Sure, it was my doing, but I was genuinely worried about her state, and this was me actually trying to help. Unlike Yoo Seo-yeon, there was no grudge here. No matter how it started, she was the one close person I had in this unfamiliar city far from home, so I felt grateful too.
"What, so cringy..."
She was hesitating. Despite the annoyed tone, she was already sneaking glances at me. Her personality—honest with her feelings and diligent—made her weak to direct confrontations like this.
"......"
During the brief silence, she fidgeted her lips several times, debating whether to spill. I waited quietly for her choice.
It took quite a while before Kim Min-ah finally spoke.
"Umm... don't laugh, okay?"
"Won't."
"Don't say it so easy. It's a really weird story."
"Not being easy. I really won't."
"You might think I'm crazy..."
"Won't."
"You haven't even heard it yet..."
My firm assurances only made her expression more uncomfortable. Still, her resolve to speak held—she let out a short sigh and finally confessed the truth.
"Semen, you know..."
"Uh, semen...?"
I pretended to stumble in surprise, and her eyes trembled faintly.
"It tastes so good..."
"Semen does?"
"Yeah, it tastes too good, so it keeps popping into my head, I crave it, and I can't focus on studying..."
An absurd story. I already knew, so no shock for me—but anyone else would've been floored.
"Uh... why does it taste good...?"
"If I knew that, would I be like this...?"
Kim Min-ah lamented in a depressed voice. Not just her voice—her whole face had crumbled. I'd never seen her looking this down before.
"So that's why you pounced on me like that today?"
"D-don't bring that up..."
Even in her gloom, she was embarrassed—her ears turned bright red. The gap from her usual self made her oddly fun to tease.
"Anyway, the taste? Just chalk it up to your unique preferences and move on. The real issue is it distracting you nonstop. How bad is it?"
"No idea... Think of it like this: whenever my mouth feels idle, it pops up. Sometimes I snap out of it and realize I've been thinking about it."
Worse than I'd expected. Then again, it had to be this bad to qualify as an addiction.
"Even if you eat something else? You have more free time now—buy some snacks or whatever..."
"I've never smoked, but it's like quitting. You know, those people who chew gum to quit? They put something in their mouth, but no matter how much gum, it's not enough, so they go back to cigs. Like that...?"
"...That's serious."
Easy-to-get analogy—I nodded along. Back in the army, plenty tried quitting before discharge, but I never saw a single one succeed. If they didn't take it out on the rookies from the stress, that was a win. Most just got moodier and became a pain all around.
"Does semen fix it?"
"For about five or six hours. Then it creeps back up, and by the next day, same shit."
"Hmm... I said it might help, but hearing it out loud, no real fix."
"Knew it'd be like that. Don't sweat it."
She said it casually, but her slumped shoulders and faintly exhausted expression betrayed her disappointment. The problem was, her giving up like that would actually be trouble for me.
"Anyway, you still gotta study."
"No clue. Guess I'll endure somehow."
"You're showing it all over your face, can't focus, but talk like it's easy."
"Then what the hell am I supposed to do...!"
Kim Min-ah glared daggers and snapped back in frustrated fury.
"What? You gotta study, so once a day it is. Work tires me out, but it's not like I can't cum. Weird as it sounds, I'll help—so just take mine."
"Huh...?"
Her angry face from moments ago vanished; she blinked wide-eyed, letting out a dumb noise like she couldn't process it.
"I know your deal—how could I just ignore it? Anyway, semen keeps you good for half a day, right? Focus and study then."
"But you said you were tired and not calling."
"Yeah. Tired doesn't mean I can't cum. Might be more wiped after, but a nap fixes it."
"B-but still..."
"But what? You're not in a position to worry about me. Take the help when it's offered. No bitching later."
"......"
She bit her lip and frowned. Probably a storm of conflict inside. Her head saying no, it's weird—but a solution right in front of her eyes, so she hesitated.
"Ah, but I can't pay, sorry. Pleasure's the same, but cumming when tired really drains me. Money on top? Nah."
"N-no need for that!"
My casual add-on startled her into frantic hand-waving. Roles had flipped halfway, but now she was the one receiving help at my expense—her diligent nature meant she'd never push for money.
"Exam's when?"
"...April."
"Roughly three months left. Daily till then. We'll figure the rest later."
"Th-thanks..."
"Anyone'd think I'm guaranteeing your pass. Study your ass off. Failing after this would be the real disaster."
This eliminated the 60,000 won draining out every time. Pointless expense since I got Yoo Seo-yeon—hell, I should be thanking her.
"Then crash good tonight. Call me tomorrow morning when you're up. You study mornings anyway, right?"
"Y-yeah..."
Sorry? Grateful? Both? Whatever it was, Kim Min-ah kept her head down the whole way out of the shop and back to the goshiwon, silent until we split to our rooms. At the end, a tiny mumble.
"...Night."
And the next day.
The text from Kim Min-ah came at 6:30 a.m. I knew she got up early, but not this early.
I'd woken to the text sound, not up on my own—but either way, I was awake now. Wanted more sleep, but I replied anyway. Instant response.
Must've hit send the second I replied—not even a minute later, a knock at the door.
"Come in."
"Yeah..."
With our positions reversed, she was uncharacteristically hesitant, unlike her usual self.
This is kinda nice too?
Attitude aside, a pretty face makes a good picture. If anything, after getting used to her normal vibe, this side felt cute in its own way.
"Came 'cause you said call in the morning... were you asleep...?"
"Can sleep later. Don't sweat it. Day off anyway, was planning to sleep in."
I told her not to worry, but from her side, she couldn't just brush it off—guilt plain on her face.
"Whatever, hurry up and study after. I'll crash more."
No point dragging it out—I just stripped off my panties and exposed my dick. Slept in just a tank top and undies, so no room for her to complain.
"Eek...!"
Having just woken up, it was at full mast—her body jolted at the sight.
"Haven't done anything yet—why's it hard already...!?"
"Morning wood. You don't know?"
"I know that much!? Just startled, that's all!?"
"Fine, let's get to it. I'm sleepy."
"O-okay..."
I propped myself up halfway, leaning against the headboard to make space. She climbed on hesitantly and leaned in.
"Huu..."
Her deep sigh, like a breath to steel herself, tickled my dick—it tensed up again, throbbing hard.
"Then..."
"Hold up. Before we start."
"What."
"Say 'itadakimasu.' It's your favorite."
"You psycho!"
My tossed-off joke hit home—she flushed beet red and yelled.
"I'm already tormented enough by that...!"
"That's why I'm helping."
"Bad bastard..."
She glared even as she reached out, gripped my dick tight, and slowly lowered her head, mumbling in a tiny whisper.
"...I-itadakimasu."