Alone in the Club Room (3)
“Ugh... my back...”
It wasn't until afternoon classes were right around the corner that Seonghwan finally managed to slip out of the club room. Clutching his waist and leaning against the wall for support, he made his way toward the building where his lecture was held.
During that brief hour-plus lunch break, Seonghwan had gone back and forth between heaven and hell, savoring pure ecstasy. In that short time, Yumi had wrung three loads out of him. She'd mounted his dick and pounded away with such force that the room echoed like a drum, grinding her hips back and forth before escalating to full-on slamming up and down for over ten minutes straight.
Seonghwan had watched PE majors doing frog jumps up the stairs a few times and knew now just how insane Yumi's stamina and strength were.
Damn, Korea University's got a real future star in women's sports right here...
A satisfied smile crossed his face as he recalled Yumi tenderly stroking and kissing his cock afterward, asking how it felt.
As long as Senior Yumi was satisfied... that's all that matters to me.
His answer had been genuine—though his thighs were trembling like jelly.
I need to start working out...
Even after three orgasms, his lust didn't quit; he was hard again in no time. If it weren't for class, he might've pinned Yumi down for round four. But while his stamina was overflowing, his muscles and endurance weren't up to par. If he'd had to thrust through all three rounds himself, he probably couldn't have gotten up now.
Thank god Senior Yumi loves being on top. But I can't just lie there letting her ride me wild forever.
It was a matter of male pride.
“Hyun-a~ Let's go together.”
“...You don't have to yell. I already see you—why wave too?”
Just one day after introductions, Jia was acting like they'd been besties since childhood.
“Yeah, yeah. You taking English Conversation? Come on, let's go together.”
“Hmm... Did I tell you my schedule today?”
“What're you talking about? We compared timetables yesterday, remember? We overlap on three classes—this is one of 'em.”
“Oh... right.”
Lee Hyun recalled staying late last night, listening to her new friend's chatter. This easygoing girl with her warm, affable vibe had even started handling chit-chat with other classmates on Hyun's behalf—like right now.
“Oh yeah, Hyo-seok messaged me asking why you hadn't replied in the freshman group chat. Everyone else greeted.”
“...Forgot.”
Last night around dinner time, a random invite to the Education Department freshman group chat had popped up on her phone. But after getting pissed at Seonghwan's lunch message, Hyun had ignored everything, muted notifications, and tuned out.
She was impressed her friend had noticed and called her out on skipping the greeting.
“Everyone else joined?”
“Yeah, Hyo-seok got all the numbers from the department office and invited everyone.”
“And you two got close already?”
“Huh? Hehe, he messaged first, and we chatted for like an hour yesterday.”
“An hour...”
Hyun couldn't even imagine it. Guy or girl, she couldn't be bothered typing that long.
Suddenly, Seonghwan's pre-enrollment “advice” came to mind.
Freshman group chats are temporary. You've got a major in mind for ed department, right? Everyone scatters eventually, so no need to cling. Not saying ignore 'em—they're connections after all.
He hadn't even bothered with that himself. Still, Hyun didn't outright dismiss it; some of it rang true.
Cliques form in big groups, some get left out. Then they splinter, and even in majors, it's cliques. Don't get tied to the chat—bond with classmates from shared lectures. No pick-and-choose.
Seonghwan himself ghosted everyone like he was fasting from social life.
Hyun grabbed her phone, thinking maybe she'd drop a greeting now. But another message was already there.
Hyun's face soured. Now she'd have to reply personally and in the group. Sending a message was easy enough, but him reaching out separately—after she'd hinted to Jia—meant he was paying attention to her.
She checked her other messages from the past two days.
Any girl would feel flattered by all the attention, but it was already piling up.
That damn “hey”...
“Hey” was starting to make her nauseous. Hyun cleared her DMs and posted in the group chat.
As soon as Hyun posted, the group lit up with replies.
Jia checked Hyun's message and the chat, then started chattering.
“See? Our Hyun's so popular—I'm jealous. I messaged some guys yesterday, got zilch. Not even a smiley.”
“...Really?”
“Oh, and Senior Park In-ho was looking for you.”
“Sigh... what now?”
Jia sidled up with a sly smile at Hyun's sarcasm.
“You into mixers?”
“Mixers?”
“Or department mixers at least.”
“...Never thought about it.”
Hyun truly hadn't. She wasn't the type to chase guys; if anything, they gave her headaches. No interest.
Jia leaned on her shoulder, whispering.
“Our department's always popular for mixers with other depts or schools. Three years ago, some PE ed major named Yumi—can't recall surname—was supposedly stunning. Two years back, that pretty senior Seo Yeon-hee from yesterday's intros was the star.”
Hyun stared at Jia in horror.
“Where do you hear this stuff? How'd you dig it up in two days?”
“Hehe, back in school, guys called me the Open Sect Leader. Without this kinda fun, I couldn't have survived exam hell.”
“Open Sect...”
An Open Sect beggar at Korea U? And bestie title in two days? Hyun had to respect it.
Her high school friends must've loved study tips—this one's probably lecturing all day on anything.
“Anyway, ed department had solid hotties till two years ago. But last year, a bombshell freshman hit Social Sciences.”
“...?”
“Min Yu-ri, Social Sciences 23rd class. Guys say she's unreal—other dept dudes scoped the library just to glimpse her.”
Social Sciences?
Kim Minhwan (Econ) and Seonghwan (Public Admin)—Social Sciences was practically their tag.
“She stole the spotlight so hard, all freshman guys—and seniors—eyed her. Tarnished ed dept's rep as the hot department...”
“Stop! Just the point.”
Hyun cut her off before her head spun. Jia grinned.
“Your beauty's already buzzing. Mixers including you are being pitched everywhere. Hehe.”
“Sigh...”
A headache loomed.
Two days in—not even a week. All I did was eat at the cafeteria and read in library scraps...
“Oh, and student council's announcing soon—freshman welcome on March 13th. Might split crowds, but they booked the building next door. Bars cluster right by campus, so it'll be fine.”
“...Yeah?”
“Yeah. Stick with me then? Guys and seniors intimidate me solo.”
“.......”
Hyun eyed Jia clinging to her arm, suddenly getting her sister Yeon's feelings.
What to do with this kid...
Sigh... tricky.
After class, Seonghwan—still wincing, hand on his throbbing back—exited the main gate and bumped into none other than his brother, Minhwan.
Minhwan, having knocked out most major credits by third year, spent time in the library or electives, so their paths rarely crossed.
But home time's the same, huh.
Minhwan's room was study-optimized—big desk, chair, shelves, gadgets—no need for library. Plus, he tried eating dinner with Yeon, so he'd head home before then.
“Hey, why didn't you come home last night?”
Minhwan grilled him on sight.
“Uh... drank with a club senior, passed out at a nearby motel. He booked the room.”
“What? Where's the motel around here? You went to Daehak-ro?”
“Ah...... yeah.”
“Real smart. Mom talked Dad down last night—he was gonna chew you out over phone. What're you doing so immature after three resits? No drive to catch up?”
“...........”
“And don't teach Hyun bad habits—let her college solo, got it? She's chased you since kids, copying everything. Dad and Mom felt so bad to Yeon's folks. You'll turn her into a loner like you?”
“...Got it. Drop it.”
“Sigh... whatever. Tonight, don't say you drank late—say studied with friends, crashed library. Dad might buy it.”
“Fine. I'll handle Dad.”
“Tch.”
Minhwan finished and headed to the bus stop. Seonghwan felt pathetic, shrinking wordless.
No, what was there to say? Drunk and crashed out is true. “Fucked a senior with a BF so couldn't come home”? I'd be homeless. This is lucky.
Hyun picked up bad habits from him till middle school. In high school, new PC bang friends hooked Seonghwan, neglecting freshman Hyun. She chased yelling; he relented, blew allowance on her ID—10k won. She even reserved seats ahead.
Months later, parents caught them gaming. Seonghwan's dad full-swung a slap in front of Hyun's folks.
They panicked, restraining him as he bellowed.
Slacking's fine. But luring the neighbor's studious girl? I'm ashamed to show my face.
Hyun fearfully defended; Dad was merciless. Seonghwan avoided her after, scared she'd catch flak too. Felt bad for scaring her.
But that shock lit a fire—she hit academies hard, studied. If Korea U's thanks to me, all good? Heh.
Seonghwan chuckled bitterly, forcing his gaze to the bus stop.