Baek Seol-ah (2)
"...We could've just gone into the city and grabbed a motel room, you know."
After parting ways with Lee Hyun-seong, the place Baek Seol-ah and I headed to was Cheonun Academy Student Dormitory Room 901—in other words, my private room.
If she was worried about being seen, we could've done just as he suggested and gotten a room in the city. But Baek Seol-ah, as if even that would waste too much time, just dragged me straight into the dorm.
Of course, it was my room, so this was the boys' dormitory. But after asking for the room number, she strode ahead of me all the way to 901. And what did that mean?
"Baek Seol-gi, looks like you've been in the boys' dorm more than once or twice, huh?"
"......"
It meant she came and went from this boys' dorm pretty often to meet someone. When I grinned and asked, she stopped in front of my bedroom door and shot me a sharp glare.
"What... are you trying to say?"
"Nah, nothing."
Just the fact that she was stepping into a room alone with me like this—she looked uneasy, like it was eating at her pride. It almost made me feel like the bad guy bullying a girl. Sure, I'd teased her a bit mischievously, but I hadn't dragged her here by force, had I?
If she had a problem, she should take it up with Lee Hyun-seong. With a light shrug, I sauntered closer with a sly grin and reached out my hand.
Baek Seol-ah backed away warily, but she didn't dodge or block as my index finger finally grazed her soft, squishy cheek. Remembering that tender feel, I continued.
"Just got curious, you know? If you're going this far to indulge your boyfriend's weird kink, I wonder just how sexually depraved the top student of Cheonun Academy's second years, Miss Baek Seol-ah, really is."
"......What? W-What the hell."
At first, she looked flustered like some innocent virgin, but once she caught my meaning, she bit her lip and glared daggers at me—like she wanted to devour me whole.
She snapped back, her temper flaring.
"Don't talk like that. Unlike you, I'm not some slut. I... I'm only doing this because Hyun-seong begged me so desperately."
"Hmm... right."
Of course, that fiery outburst didn't last. Realizing her own situation, her expression deflated, and she hung her head.
After all, how could she proudly claim she wasn't promiscuous when she'd come to another guy's room for Netorase? She knew she wasn't that detached from reality—she couldn't keep ranting about her own purity.
I gave her a meaningful look, then took another bold step forward.
"......Eek......"
Naturally, Baek Seol-ah had nowhere left to run. With her back to the bedroom door, she hesitated, then finally looked up at me with teary eyes.
"What're you doing?"
"......H-Huh?"
"Move."
With a playful smile tugging at my lips, I nudged her shoulder aside. Then I flung open the bedroom door, brushed past her, and stepped inside.
Did she think I was about to pounce on her right then? She looked flustered at my casual flop onto the bed, staring at me in bewilderment.
I jerked my chin toward the spot beside me and said,
"Why don't you sit first? Unless you're planning to stand there until you chicken out and bolt."
"......W-Who said anything about running...!"
With that little jab, her pride kicked in—as expected from the model student. She couldn't stand being dismissed like that, her eyes flashing as she glared. She hesitated for a moment, but soon forced herself over and sat beside me.
Thud—she plopped down on the bed, keeping two or three arm's lengths between us as her final line of defense. Of course, she still couldn't fully relax, fidgeting with her hands, which was kinda cute.
I debated just reaching out and toppling her over, but then changed my mind.
Obviously, Baek Seol-ah was stunningly beautiful. Abrupt as it sounds, even for a guy like me with a pretty wild history, she outshone every woman I'd ever held in raw physical appeal. No wonder she was the main heroine of the story.
Honestly, just having her in my bedroom was enough to spike my arousal. Part of me wanted to pin her down right there, courtesy of Lee Hyun-seong's twisted fetish.
But...
"Hey, Baek Seol-gi."
"......W-What."
I decided to give the girl sitting beside me one last chance—really, the absolute last one.
Propped casually on the bed sheets, I tilted my head to look at her.
"If you really hate the idea of getting tangled up with me and you're only here because that whiny bastard Lee Hyun-seong wouldn't shut up, forcing you to grit your teeth and go through with it—then say so now."
"......What? Why bring that up all of a sudden."
"I'll let you go. If you don't want to, I won't force you. As for Lee Hyun-seong... eh, I'll just tell him I wasn't into it and sent you back."
I nodded toward the door, making it clear she could leave if she wanted. Instead, Baek Seol-ah looked flustered, her eyes darting between me and the door—like she was asking, Really?
I shrugged and added,
"Forcing someone who hates it wouldn't be fun for me anyway. Feels like doing something shitty."
"......Han Taeyang, you......"
"I'm serious. If you wanna go, go. Don't do something you'll regret later, idiot."
Over the past year at Cheonun Academy, I'd always been a teasing, annoying, or downright rude asshole to Baek Seol-ah. But that was all an act—a mask to keep her at arm's length so we wouldn't get too close.
I didn't hate women. Naturally, I wasn't immune to wanting her either. But I wasn't some lust-crazed monster who'd force myself on a girl who said no.
I flopped back fully onto the bed and stopped looking at her altogether. I just pulled out my smartphone, fiddled with it, and waved her off.
"Baek Seol-gi, Baek Seol-gi. I'll let you go now, so beat it. Before I change my mind."
"......"
Truth be told, after a year in this world enduring an unwanted school life, I'd grown a bit fond of her. She'd probably think I was full of shit if she knew, but as someone who'd read the original story...
Whatever. She was the heroine, and I had affection for her as a character. Sure, I'd been stunned when that moron author suddenly pivoted to NTR drip in part 2.
But what sin did the characters have? Especially now that it was real.
'Wonder if I can call up some no-strings senior girl...'
Yeah, I'd gotten a little worked up bringing her here, and I was worried about that unresolved tension burning me out. So I scrolled through my contacts for a casual hookup from the past year or so.
That's when it happened.
"......Hah."
"Huh?"
A soft voice suddenly came from Baek Seol-ah, who'd been silent until now. I blinked and turned to her—head just twisting since it was my place, no manners needed.
She met my eyes with an unusually softened expression, no venom left, and gave a wry smile.
"Who knew, Han Taeyang. Didn't think you had it in you to care about anyone else. Color me impressed."
"......"
I froze, my thumb halting mid-swipe on my phone. A cold sweat broke out.
Was it because this was so out of character for me? For the Baek Seol-ah who'd always treated me like a pest, her face had relaxed a lot.
Whatever. She let out a relieved sigh, like she'd made up her mind, and casually reached for her shirt buttons.
Pop, pop—
"......H-Hey, what the hell are you doing?"
And just like that, she did something that left me stunned—unbuttoning her uniform shirt one by one, totally nonchalant.
I gawked as her pale skin slowly came into view, flinching hard. But Baek Seol-ah replied calmly, almost resigned.
"What else? Taking my clothes off? That's why we came here, right—to your room."
"That's not what I meant."
I furrowed my brow in response, and she flashed a rare, pretty smile—eyes crinkling in amusement, something she almost never showed me.
"What, getting cold feet now? Scared now that I'm actually about to do it with you?"
"......No, hey!"
"You were all considerate just now, and now you're flustered. Not like you at all."
No time to stop her. She finished unbuttoning, shrugged off her shirt, and reached back to undo the tie holding her ponytail.
Just like that, she exposed her creamy upper body in just a bra right in front of me, her white hair cascading free. Then, with a bitter mutter:
"No point backing out now that I'm this far. I promised Hyun-seong I'd try that Netorase thing at least once. Can't run away."
"......Baek Seol-gi, are you insane? You really gonna sleep with me? The guy you hate so much?"
Even as I asked again in disbelief, she gazed at me steadily and said,
"Guess there's a misunderstanding, Han Taeyang."
Plain and simple, like stating a fact.
"I don't like you, but I've never once thought you were so repulsive I couldn't stand the sight of you."
"......What......?"
That one line blanked my mind completely. Did I hear wrong?
Stunned into a dumb expression, I just sat there.
"What're you doing...? Hurry up and strip. Standing here in just my underwear is more embarrassing than I thought."
Blushing like a shy girl, she stood, pulled out her smartphone, and opened the camera app. She set it on the nightstand opposite the bed to capture everything.
Like she was really going to film us rolling around and show her boyfriend. And with that, no turning back—she reached for her skirt next.
Click...
She unbuckled it, face flushing crimson, and slid the skirt down between her legs. Now she was in just her underwear top and bottom.
She hesitated briefly, thighs pressed together under panties matching her white hair, but...
"F-Fine, if you're not gonna undress, I'll do it. Can't half-ass Hyun-seong's request after coming this far."
Treating her impulsiveness like sunk cost, she threatened me playfully, then strode right over to my rigid self.
"......H-Huh?"
"Strip. I said strip. Why's a guy who's seen plenty of girls freeze up like this?"
"H-Hey, Baek Seol-gi—no, wait."
"Not to brag, but you think chances to get naughty with me come around often?"
That's when I finally saw it. Her golden eyes, as she knelt on the bed looming over me—half-rolled back in a daze.
Yeah. Baek Seol-ah was already lost to shame or her sense of duty to her boyfriend's promise. She was going for my clothes in that state.
Too flustered to properly resist her tugging at my shirt and pants, I flailed my arms uselessly—
Whoosh!
"......Ah."
"......"
In the end, despite my protests, she yanked off my pants. And just like that, I was forced to realize the game had flipped on me unexpectedly.
Baek Seol-ah stared wide-eyed for a moment, taking in the bulge straining my underwear. Then, her lips twitched, and in an uncharacteristically playful tone:
"What. You're actually excited. By my body."
"......No, that's."
"Here I thought the rumors were wrong and you were impotent or something. Guess not, huh?"
We'd come this far—no way to stop it now. Caught between a rock and a hard place.
Grab!
"......Ngh!?"
Soon, her delicate fingers slipped inside my underwear, seizing my cock. A tingling shock surged through me, and I bit my lip.
Just her hand touching it had me rock-hard to the limit.
"......Whoa."
And I wasn't the only one shocked. Baek Seol-ah, who'd been aggressively pushing me, went wide-eyed and stammered.
"H-Hey. This thing. Why's it so huge...... Way bigger than Hyun-seong's......"
"......Ha......"
That was the trigger.
I'd held back as long as I could, but finally snapped.
......Gulp.
Baek Seol-ah's face, flushed like a ripe persimmon, swallowed hard. At the center of her white silk panties hugging her hips, a gray wet spot slowly spread.