The Beginning of Depravity (4)
'Could the world really be this beautiful?' Seonghwan spread his arms wide toward the university gate, gazing up at the sky in rapture.
Last night, he'd lost himself in ecstasy with a busty bombshell, experiencing mind-blowing sex that made his chest tingle. And this morning, a heavenly beauty had sent him a photo.
Yuri, draped in a light blue jacket, brazenly showed off her stunning legs through a short skirt straight to the camera. It rivaled the hot pants she'd worn at yesterday's orientation— a bold, revealing outfit utterly unlike her usual style. The guarded Yuri who always shunned men's gazes was nowhere to be seen these past couple of days.
'A woman's transformation is innocent? No way! A woman revealing her true colors is like a heavenly dragon granted immunity.' Transformations take time. If a woman changed overnight, it just meant her hidden true self had finally emerged.
'Where'd she even get those short clothes on such short notice? She must've had them ready, planning this kind of outfit all along, right? Isn't that so, you cute little things?'
Seonghwan still couldn't believe his luck, but the photos from Yuri this morning and the text from Yumi that arrived right as he got home from her place last night proved it wasn't a dream.
'The sky really is so blue. I'm so refreshed, I could even clean the shitter at work with a smile on my face.'
Whistling as he recalled his nights with Yumi and Yuri, Seonghwan ducked for cover the moment he entered the university gate.
'What the—? That guy. He's not even student council, so why's he standing at the gate first thing in the morning with that rotten face?'
As Seonghwan passed through the gate, he spotted Mincheol—Yumi's boyfriend—up on the stairs, scowling at his phone.
Gulp.
The reason Mincheol was blocking the gate was obvious.
'Senior Yumi blew him off mid-call to fuck me.' Phone sex while banging your rival's girl—straight out of porn. With Yumi's screams echoing through the house, no way she could've picked up. The last missed call count Seonghwan saw before leaving her place? Thirty. No wonder Mincheol had pulled an all-nighter in agony and was now staking out the gate for her.
'Yumi's gonna use the back gate from now on, though.' But he couldn't exactly tell Mincheol that. Her one-room was now their secret love nest... a den of lewd memories just for them.
"Ahem."
Seonghwan cleared his throat loudly and stretched his arms like he was just waking up.
'Yumi and Yuri are right here with me, on either side. Time to strut.'
Squaring his shoulders, he boldly climbed the stairs through the gate. Just then, Mincheol looked up from his phone and spotted him approaching.
"Morning, Sunbae."
Seonghwan bowed deeply. Mincheol's face twisted in fury.
"You. Where you coming from?"
'What a greeting...' Keeping his expression neutral, Seonghwan straightened and met his eyes.
"I left home early for morning class, just got here. You have class too, Sunbae?"
"......Hah."
Mincheol studied Seonghwan's face for any slip, then sighed and looked away.
"Whatever. Scram."
"Yes, sir."
He'd sworn not to flinch, but facing down the burly Mincheol still rattled him. As Mincheol waved him past, Seonghwan bowed quickly and tried to slip by.
"Hey!"
Seonghwan froze. Turning back with a guilty flinch he quickly masked, he faced Mincheol again.
"Yeah?"
"......Where were you yesterday?"
"Me?"
Suspicion oozed from Mincheol's face—not just at Seonghwan, but a toxic mix of irritation, anxiety, worry. All boiling down to doubt.
One wrong word, and Mincheol would tear into him. Seonghwan locked eyes and pulled out his rehearsed alibi.
"I was covering the afterparty for the econ department orientation at my part-time gig. Some friends from freshman year in the college showed up, so I joined them for round two after my shift. By the time we wrapped, it was barely 11 p.m."
He'd memorized it on the bus ride over to dodge any prying eyes.
'Nailed it!' Seonghwan smirked inwardly.
But Mincheol eyed him oddly.
"I ask where you were, and you recite your whole itinerary like you rehearsed it?"
'Fuck!'
As Seonghwan sweated under the scrutiny of his flimsy perfection, a voice called from afar.
"Seonghwan!"
"Huh?"
"Oh?"
Yesul beamed at him, hurrying through the gate with quick steps.
****
"You run into that sunbae every morning? And why does he always glare at you like he wants to kill you?"
"...Nah, not really."
Yesul—the saintly savior—had bailed him out again. But constant rescues were embarrassing; Seonghwan could barely meet her eyes anymore.
As he dodged the Mincheol topic, Yesul glanced at him and smiled awkwardly.
"Yesterday must've been tough. You make it home on time?"
"Huh? Yesterday?"
Seonghwan tilted his head at her pointed question. She knew his shifts ended predictably.
'Am I just paranoid 'cause I flaked yesterday?'
"Started half an hour early, but boss let me off quick too. Nothing different. They ordered a ton of food up front, then just drank later. Might've even been easier."
"Hmm... Yeah, maybe."
Yesul fell silent, head down as they walked.
'She's acting weird today.'
Suddenly remembering, Seonghwan asked, "Oh, right. What'd you wanna ask me last night? You called late."
"Huh? Oh, the call?"
She paused, then brightened.
"Nothing much. Like you said, what to pack for tomorrow's trip?"
"Uh... Yunsu'll handle most of it, right? Might be better to ask him. I don't really know the girl stuff..."
'Wait.'
Seonghwan had never been on a trip with girls; Yesul knew that.
'Why ask me instead of Yunsu? Is this...?'
Asking her boyfriend's bestie, not the boyfriend. Logical.
'Oho? A surprise for her man?'
Her looks outshone her plain face, but her boyfriend's enthusiasm outpaced his skill. Girlfriend finally drawing her sword.
'What to recommend? Dramatic makeover from her image? Nurse or teacher? Or fantasy—nun outfit? Nah, too tame. Dress like a saint, per her nickname?'
Pro jobs charmed women in marriage markets; same for men with career women. Or rather, their uniforms.
'Yesul'd rock office wear.'
Seonghwan eyed her up and down appraisingly—not leering, professionally.
'Slim waist, wide hips—makes it pop. Thighs got some meat too. Pale skin rivals Yuri's... Mixes pure image perfectly with women's suiting. Theme: Boss-sub restraint play?'
His imagination soared.
'She enters with a tray, something plated over. Stockings, obviously. Hands Yunsu 'coffee,' then cuffs. Strips the stockings naturally. Gags him with them... Cuffs his wrists...'
Gulp. Lost in fantasy, Seonghwan swallowed hard, staring.
'Ooooh.'
Feeling his lower belly swell, he hunched over in panic.
"Seonghwan?"
Yesul hadn't minded the once-over much, but now she rushed to support him as he doubled over.
"N-no, Yesul. Just... stomachache. I'm fine. Gimme a sec."
He brushed her off, deep breaths calming him.
'Fuck up, and it's game over.'
It worked; his body settled.
'Ever since tasting women, I catch myself getting pervy without realizing...'
Yumi and Yuri had been off-radar before—no fantasies even. Their assets appealed, sure, but imagination stayed imagination.
Now, post-Yumi depravity and Yuri's slut play, his views blurred sometimes. They'd warped his sex mindset a bit.
'From solo-only to this...?'
He looked at Yesul again. Her innocent half-moon eyes and charming smile shone through confusion.
Thump-thump-thump.
'Huh?'
Confused, he shook his head, smiled, and looked up.
"I'm headed that building. You? Literature Hall, right?"
"Yeah! Oriental Lit Understanding, elective."
"No kidding? Next class is Hyehwa Hall next door. Lunch with Yunsu after?"
"Probably? Haven't asked."
"Gotta ask to know. Anyway."
Adjusting his bag, he waved smiling.
"Heading in. If I miss lunch, I'll text—tell Yunsu."
"Huh? Oh, sure!"
"And Yesul?"
"Yeah?"
"Personally? Nurse."
"Huh?"
"Pfft. See ya."
Leaving cryptic words, Seonghwan turned. Yesul watched his back with a subtle gaze.
He bolted into the building.
Huff huff huff.
Thump-thump-thump.
Heart pounding from the sprint, Seonghwan grimaced, clutching his chest.