The Beginning of Depravity (5)

A momentary wave of confusion rattled Kim Seonghwan's head, but he quickly pulled himself together. 'Must've been because I've been hanging around these way-out-of-my-league attractive women, losing my damn mind for a second there.'

He reflected on himself, feeling ashamed that such embarrassing, guilt-ridden fantasies had even briefly crossed his mind—stuff he couldn't admit to anyone, let alone his friends. 'Gotta respect those AV actors.' How the hell did they live normal lives, banging gorgeous women and doing all sorts of kinky shit day in and day out? 'And those so-called alpha males are something else too.' What must it feel like to swing your dick at the world like that?

Forcing himself to snap back to reality, Seonghwan exaggerated his gestures and raised his voice at his best friend in front of him. "Dude, you're living the dream. One day left, huh? You all prepped?"

Jeong Yun-su grinned, clearly pleased by the words. "Prep? What's there to prep? We'll just buy food when we get there anyway. All I need is my phone charger, toiletries, change of clothes... oh, and swimsuits."

"Swimsuits?"

Seonghwan looked puzzled, and Yun-su flashed a smug, beaming smile. "You don't know about pool villas? Pool villas? By the time we arrive, it'll be all set up with hot water. Haha!"

"Ohhh. And Yoon Yesul too?"

"Why ask the obvious? Atmosphere starts with the outfit, right? Told her to pack one ahead of time, same as me."

"Damn, you've got it all locked down."

They'd gone to the cafeteria for lunch with Yesul, but she'd stepped away to the bathroom. Seizing the chance without her, Seonghwan grilled Yun-su on the trip plans. 'In this capitalist world, you gotta spend money to get results. Guy's already handsome and dropping cash— even Yesul's gotta fall hard.'

Seonghwan decided to root for his friend purely. He trusted Yun-su wouldn't hurt Yesul and would make their first night a good memory.

"Oh? Seonghwan's here?"

As Seonghwan and Yun-su chatted about the next day's schedule, Yesul spotted him and approached with a smile.

"Yeah, I make class on time, but I'm always first for meals."

"Heh. Working that part-time job's toughened you up? You used to snack a lot, but lately you're all about proper meals."

"Tell me about it. Guess people need to move their bodies. Still wiped out and sore, but I'm adapting. Food tastes better too—shoveling it down like one meal three times a day. Earning cash, staying active, eating well... getting healthy all around."

Yun-su snorted mockingly at Seonghwan's banter. "One week on the job and you're already overhyping it? Payday's end of the month, don't forget to treat us."

"Why should I? What'd you do for me?"

"That meal ticket in your hand drop from the sky?"

Yun-su pointed at the ticket in Seonghwan's hand. Seonghwan finally glanced down and grinned at him. "Fuck off. The second I held it, it was mine. Jealous? Bring a contract or IOU."

"Goddamn freeloader."

Mid-bicker with Yun-su, Seonghwan snuck a glance at Yesul. She was stifling laughs at their back-and-forth. Catching his eye, she met his gaze, her smile deepening into something brighter, warmer, more genuine.

Seeing her beaming like old times eased Seonghwan's mind. He'd worried his weird fantasies might've shown, but their normal vibe brought relief and comfort. 'Yeah, this is perfect. Tomorrow's Yun-su's day—let it slide. Next chance, get 'em a White Day gift to celebrate their first night.'

A bit early, but Seonghwan smiled, blessing their future.

The first afternoon class ended, wrapping up Seonghwan's day. Normally he'd hit the library to study till his shift, but today he sat on a bench at the department rest area for a breather—first time in ages.

Still chilly, but his thick coat balanced the outer cold and inner warmth. 'President Emeritus, long time no see.'

This spot, perfect for soaking in the vibe, was where he'd come alone or with Yesul last year to chat and unwind. Even solo, it never felt lonely. He'd park here during free periods sometimes. 'Maybe 'cause I've stared so long, but that statue always clears my head. This what they call a pure mind like still water? Pfft.'

Not planning to linger, reminiscing pulled time along. Then—

"Hey, hey, that girl over there."

"I see her, dude. Whoa, insane."

As Seonghwan stood to head to the library, voices pulled him back. 'Huh?'

Turning, he saw guys his age on a bench staring, buzzing. Following their gaze, Seonghwan couldn't help but echo them.

"Oh shit."

Min Yu-ri approached in a mini skirt, long hair swaying, her cool face matching the cold air. 'No wonder the statue looked familiar—I forgot about Yu-ri.'

Already drawing stares, her styled look amplified it. Model stride, aloof expression fitting the chill. Watching her, Seonghwan felt his calmed heart race again. 'Gonna give me a heart attack?'

His childhood heart valve surgery scar lingered; though cured, his heart was acting up lately. But oblivious, Yu-ri skipped his bench for one nearby.

"...?"

Expecting at least eye contact, Seonghwan stared, confused. 'Just coincidence? Thought she saw me.'

He'd hoped she'd come over, but she ignored him. 'Guess so. Acting close on campus would be awkward—people'd think it's weird.'

To others, they were just ice princess ignoring average guy. No drama bullshit like "You're ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the first ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠man to ignore me." Perfect distance. 'Doesn't erase the Yu-ri pics on my phone anyway.'

Concluding that, Seonghwan stood. As he turned toward the library—

He caught it. Yu-ri's sneaky, heated glance.

'Huh?'

To anyone else, coincidence. But that quick scan, then lifting her phone? Suspicious. She tapped something.

'No way?'

Seonghwan yanked out his phone, checked the gallery messages.

'Whoa? It's really there? Just now?'

A new message light blinked—timestamp matching her arrival.

'Old Student Union? Storage? 3 PM?'

Korea University's student union—newly renovated for welfare and facilities—had moved stuff to the auditorium building. The Old Student Union Building awaited April repairs due to weather. No reason for anyone there.

Trembling, Seonghwan looked up. Yu-ri was already walking—toward the old building, obviously.

No lights in the Old Student Union—even if wanted, couldn't turn on. Seonghwan opened the storage door, shone his phone bright.

Damp, eerie old-building air thickened the gloom; the light created a weird vibe. 'Me and my statue bullshit earlier—what an idiot.'

But recalling Yu-ri's sultry eyes, he steeled himself, lit the way inside.

Clop clop—his shoes echoed in silence. Rustle ahead.

Seonghwan crept toward it.

"........."

Ever seen a pale-skinned woman with long black hair draped over, leaning on a wall eyes closed in dark, humid depths? 'Ghost?'

Phone light bathed her ghostly white skin.

"Haaaaah..."

Leaning, eyes shut, Yu-ri sensed the light—or his gaze—shuddered, exhaled long.

Chill ran Seonghwan's spine. Woman luring him midday to abandoned site. Eyes hidden by hair, sly smile. Short skirt flashing secrets. Beauty. Pale skin.

No hesitation. Seonghwan strode up, loomed over her.

Feeling him approach, she kept eyes shut, waiting.

But he saw: quivering eyelids, gulping, pursed lips.

Seeing that, fragments of his daytime fantasies hit reality. Woman blindfolded, bound by man. Writhing wet under rough hands despite bonds.

'Fuck. This the feeling?'

AV-only scene. He'd figured plain life: normal girl, dating, marriage.

'The future belongs to those who seize it.'

No pause—Seonghwan grabbed her chin.

"Hngh!"

Short surprise, but he crushed his lips to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hers.

Churp. Churp.

Despite shock, as his tongue invaded, she parted lips, offered hers.

"Haah..."

Chup chup chup chup chup.

Greedily sucking her tongue, Seonghwan slipped a hand under her top.

"Hmmm..."

Each touch drew moans. Pinching nipple, he felt her twitch through tangled tongues.

'Responsive as hell!'

Second time touching her, but rougher = wilder reactions. Almost masochistic.

'Misunderstanding or not, I'll do what turns me on.'

As imagined, dreamed. Sucking tongue, he undid pants, dropped them.

Guided her hand there.

"Hngh?!!"

She jolted at the thick, hot, swelling thing. Virgin or not, she knew.

Thump thump.

Heart pounding ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to burst, hand shaking, she stroked slowly. It hardened fully.

Seonghwan pulled her hand inside his panties.

'H-Hot...'

Enormous, contrasting cold air.

'B-Big... too big...'

Overflowing her grip, towering.

Feeling the texture, she stroked instinctively.

Shlick shlick shlick.

Hard thing bucked in her hand, leaking pre.

"Eup."

Faster strokes, his pleased groans.

'Hnnng...'

Weirdly, his moans and throbbing thrilled her spine—like the bathroom one-sided play.

Pleasing man with his body, climaxing herself. Brief confusion—

Then his hand on her head.

'...?'

Pulled down, she knelt between his legs.

Thwack. Hard thing taps nose.

Feeling heat on face, urging hand above—eyes cracked open.

"Hah!"

Short scream. Eyes met: veiny, monstrous erection pulsing skyward.

Too huge to stare at, throbbing mercilessly.

Mesmerized briefly—then pull on nape. She knew what he wanted.

What she must do.

Gulp.

No refusal. Eyes squeezed shut, mouth wide, inching toward it.

Sensing it wouldn't fit all, still taking max heat.

To satisfy him even a bit.

Thus, Yu-ri engulfed Seonghwan's cock.

And realized what she'd craved all along.