Jealous... (1)
To Kim Seonghwan, the first two weeks of the new semester had been the biggest changes—and the happiest moments—of his entire 23 years of life. Everything felt like a dream, so every Monday, as the week kicked off, he'd head to school half-worried it had all been just that: a dream. But as the weeks passed, he'd finally accepted that these surreal events had become his everyday reality.
And right now, wasn't there a soft touch caressing his thigh, as if asking, Does this still feel like a dream?
I couldn't even remember when Yuri had changed her nickname from NewbieButtQueen to MyLoveSH. It wasn't something I'd paid attention to anyway. The real stars were the secretive, intimate photos she sent me every day—now all taken right here on campus.
Today's had arrived before morning classes: her sitting in a corner of the library, skirt hiked up just enough to sneak a shot of her panties.
In a moment like this, who gave a shit about nicknames? If anything, I figured she'd been touched because it lined up with when I'd suggested booking that pool villa for us.
But damn... she's been way too aggressive lately.
The library was a wide-open common space—no ID checks, just first-come seating for studying students heads-down in their books. That was normal. What wasn't: Min Yu-ri plastered to my side, her hand sliding up my thigh.
The openness of it all was nerve-wracking enough, but her looks made it worse.
Since when did she start dressing this revealing?
People who knew her were talking. A lot.
"Hey, did Yuri get a boyfriend lately?"
"Nah, haven't heard. Why, you got the scoop?"
"Nah, but check her outfits and makeup. She's all dolled up like a celeb. And last week, same deal—today too, super mini-skirt. Bend over a bit and boom, panties. Super tight too. Her body's insane... and that makeup? Face is fucking killer."
"She's dressed like that today too? Heard she changed after the opening meeting. Fuck, she really get a guy? Who's the bastard who melted the Ice Princess?"
Yeah, it's me, you fucker, I'd nearly blurted out overhearing those same-department guys yesterday.
Even in our group class "Advertising Expression Techniques," I felt every guy's stares on her. She was always beautiful, but before, it felt like she'd bottled it all up, hiding herself. Now? She was on full display, every asset packaged and showcased.
How could eyes not wander? Guys across the library had locked eyes with me—not once or twice. They were staring at her; I was just guilty, sneaking peeks while doing shady shit under the table, so I'd glance around and catch them.
Gasp. That far already?
She'd brushed my thigh—and more—a few times, but now her hand was blatantly stroking my dick. Leaning in like she was asking something, her soft breast pressing my shoulder, it was making me rock-hard.
God, I wanted to drag her out and ravage her in the old storage room like before. But class was starting soon—our class, "Modern Culture's Advertising Techniques." Risky.
And April 13th is in less than three weeks. Spent good money for our mood-setting first time. Can't fuck it up with a quickie in the warehouse.
I steadied myself and scribbled on a note, sliding it to her.
—Gotta head to class now.
Yuri read it, face hardening, regret plain. But she straightened up to pack her bag. Not forgetting one last grab and shake of my dick first.
Agh. Love an aggressive girl... but ugh.
Morning classes were underway for real. One wrong move, and I'd be hard all day.
As I packed, Yuri matched my pace.
"...Ah."
The guy across who'd been ogling let out a tiny sigh of regret. We ignored him. Seeing disbelief flash on his face, I knew: it wasn't just her leaving—it was her packing up with me that screamed we were more than casual.
That disbelieving look? It's an insult to me.
I shrugged with winner's pride and walked out side-by-side with her.
"Seonghwan!"
Heading into the "Advertising Expression Techniques" classroom with Yuri, I turned at the voice behind me. Yoon Yesul approached fast—long hair swaying, skirt fluttering, quick steps.
"You're early? I was waiting just in case."
"Waiting? For me?"
She handed me coffee, baffled expression and all.
"This. You were whining in KakaoTalk last night about being dead tired from work."
"Uh... thanks, but why wait outside? And coffee doesn't really wake me up. Hit the library early instead—refreshed me. Exhausted last night, but good sleep and early start? Feeling decent."
Couldn't say I'd barely read, too distracted by her handjob making my lower gut scream.
Sex drive beating sleep? Peak youth.
"Ooh, model student now? Add morning workouts, you're Mr. Perfect."
"Workouts? Psh. If I want, this Kim Seonghwan could half-marathon daily."
Bragging hard, she sidled up beside me, blooming into laughter.
"For real? Wanna work out together? Feeling sluggish—been eyeing dawn jogs or gym."
"You need to bulk up first. Too skinny for weights."
"Wanna fatten me up? Daily raids on your pork belly joint? Time to empty your wallet?"
"Nah, pass. Hit another spot."
"Hah. Weren't you 'one with the boss' there? Loyalty tanked in a month?"
She playfully elbowed my side.
Huh?
Her closeness was normal—we were comfy like that. Innocent touch, passable skinship. But... Yuri was right behind us. Yesul knew that. She was polite, mindful of eyes. Ignoring Yuri completely felt off.
I glanced back. Yuri's face: blank. The usual icy, unreadable mask everyone knew. But after ten minutes of groping my junk? Night and day.
This...?
Seeing her chill, I couldn't ignore her for Yesul. Time to introduce properly.
"Oh, Yesul. This is Yuri, same department, our group member this sem—"
"Ack! Late. Didn't preview. Going in first. Lunch? Or after—I'll text Yun-su."
"Huh? Uh? Wait... yeah, okay."
She rushed off, still blanking Yuri to the end.
What the...?
Stunned by her vanishing act, I turned back. Yuri: still cold, eyes trailing Yesul.
Oho? Could it be?
Days since I'd devoured her naked body, but I'd believed that icy face was history for me. So yeah, I was sure.
Heh heh heh. Me, basking in a beauty's jealousy. How far I've come, Kim Seonghwan.
That was jealousy: the look when someone eyes your claimed territory.
Pride swelled.
"What're you doing, Yuri? Let's go. Seniors are probably there."
Usually cautious around eyes, cocky now, I tapped her shoulder, nodding inside.
"........."
"Huh?"
She stared, then extended her hand.
"Wh... what?"
Silent, she pointed at the coffee Yesul gave me.
"This?"
Nod.
I held it out, confused. She snatched it.
"Hey?!"
I panicked; she ignored, heading inside.
My... my coffee?
Dazed, I chased her in.
What I saw next? Another twist.
"Switch seats? With me?"
Gu Han-jin, second-year groupmate ahead of me, faced her blankly.
"...No issue, but why sudden?"
Park Yeong-hwan, same year as him, looked puzzled too.
"Yeah, Yuri. Or switch with me."
Us two up front; them behind. Not assigned, but Yeong-hwan the leader had locked it in.
But Yuri marched in and asked Han-jin to swap.
She shook her head, insisting.
"Wanna sit front. Tall guy blocks view sometimes."
Lame excuse. Tiered classroom—no head blocks from back. Guys' eyes screamed bullshit, but she didn't care.
"Here."
She casually offered Han-jin my stolen coffee.
"Whoa? No, suddenly... haha, sure, swap! Of course."
Han-jin beamed; Yeong-hwan burned with envy.
"Huh? Yuri giving that? Wait, what about me?"
"Next time."
Dismissed his glare coldly.
That's my coffee, though?
I drowned in chaos.
Jealousy makes women bold.
Yuri settled in Han-jin's spot, gazing at me intently. No ice—just a bratty smirk, victorious even.
Was it for me... or behind her? I whipped around to Yesul's seat.
Flinch.
Yesul mimicked Yuri's legendary Ice Princess chill, staring my way. No smile, even eye contact. Just fixed on my seat.