Baek Seol-ah (5): Morning After Shame
“Hah!”
The moment she opened her eyes, Baek Seol-ah instinctively knew something was wrong. There were plenty of reasons to confirm that ominous hunch. First off, the place where she’d woken up wasn’t her usual bed. Sure, it was in the same dormitory building on campus, so the ceiling didn’t look all that different... but you know how atmospheres just feel distinct? This wasn’t her bedroom.
...Hold on...
Memories started surfacing one by one. What had happened here last night? It seemed like the kind of memory best forgotten, but unfortunately, everything came back crystal clear. She hadn’t drunk a drop of alcohol yesterday, after all. Having intact recollections was only natural.
—Ah, nngh...! T-Tae-yang, s-slowly, gently...! Hnngh?!
“...”
That’s why it was so chilling. The instant those memories flooded her mind, a shiver ran down her spine. Baek Seol-ah’s already pale face drained of what little color it had left, her eyelids trembling.
“...Fucking insane.”
The words slipped out unbidden, sounding downright murderous. But she couldn’t help it. Squeezing her fluttering eyes shut, she clutched her head with both hands. The flashbacks came in sequence soon enough: going to find Han Taeyang with Lee Hyun-seong, asking him for that Netorase play, and everything that had gone down in the dormitory right up to the end.
Did I seriously just let Han Taeyang go and pass out...?
Separate from the thick wave of shame washing over her, there was another reason her pupils were shaking violently. She’d already steeled herself before approaching Han Taeyang, so regrets about baring her naked body and suffering that humiliation weren’t as sharp. The real issue was far graver...
The final conclusion to those unforgettable events from last night. Even from the hazy memory of drifting off to sleep, it was clear it hadn’t ended cleanly—and that alone made her flinch.
Han Taeyang heading to the convenience store because there were no condoms, her lying in bed after sending him off. And then her failing to endure even that short wait before falling asleep.
“H-Han Taeyang...?”
Baek Seol-ah called his name in an awkward voice. She sat up cautiously, wrapping the blanket around her nude body as she scanned the surroundings. The bedroom was silent. The curtains were drawn by the window—perhaps a consideration for the sleeper—and all she sensed was a faint presence from beyond the door. With that, she stepped out of the bedroom to find the man she’d unintentionally slighted last night.
Creeeak—
“Oh, you’re finally up?”
“...”
Stepping out, the living room came into view—far brighter than the pitch-black bedroom thanks to the curtains. And there was the homeowner himself. Han Taeyang, already dressed in his uniform and ready for school, turned to look at her, a piece of crisply toasted bread dangling from his mouth like a simple breakfast. Of course, he froze for a split second upon seeing her barely covered by the blanket.
Maybe worried the mood would turn awkward? He quickly averted his gaze and continued.
“...What? Toast and milk are on the table—eat if you want. It’s almost 8:30, so hurry up and get ready. Come out to class.”
“...Uh, y-yeah, um...”
Baek Seol-ah’s mouth half-opened, but no words came out, and she clamped it shut again. Clutching the blanket tight, she eyed him nervously in that anxious state. An awkward silence settled between the two—a pair who’d never been meant to share a morning under the same roof.
“...Ahem, I’ll head out first then.”
“Ah.”
The moment Han Taeyang turned to escape the awkwardness, Baek Seol-ah called out a beat late, her voice brimming with apology.
“S-Sorry, Han Taeyang. I just passed out without a word yesterday? It wasn’t on purpose, I swear... I was just so exhausted, it happened without me realizing.”
“...Nah, it’s fine.”
They weren’t exactly on great terms—more like they snarled at each other—but yesterday, he’d gone along with their coercion without complaint. Knowing that only made Baek Seol-ah more flustered. Either way, this looked bad. From a certain angle, it was like she’d taken all she wanted and bolted.
She’d let him lavish her with caresses, only to fall asleep right before the main event. And the guy who’d worked so hard(?) to please her had slipped out for condoms in the meantime.
Even if they didn’t get along, there were courtesies to observe. Especially after baring skin and pressing bodies together—regardless of the circumstances.
“I’m really sorry... I’ve got no excuse for this. You’d be right to be mad. I’ll take it all.”
So Baek Seol-ah, uncharacteristically, fumbled and apologized profusely to Han Taeyang. If she’d messed up, she’d admit it straight—even to an old rival. And taking that attitude as a given was just who Baek Seol-ah was.
“...Forget that for now, hey.”
Maybe that’s why? “H-Huh?”
Baek Seol-ah found it odd how Han Taeyang grimaced, unable to meet her eyes, and waved his hand awkwardly while glancing sideways.
...She’d been too slow on the uptake. Too focused on her sincere apology to notice her own state.
Only after Han Taeyang sighed and pointed at her body did she blink in realization.
“...Ah.”
It wasn’t late—it was early morning, time to get ready for school. She belatedly noticed her pale nude body bathed in sunlight streaming through the window. Letting out a sharp gasp, she froze in her awkward pose clutching the blanket, and Han Taeyang smacked his lips before turning away.
“...You’ve got this airheaded side, seriously.”
“Ah, ahaha, ugh...”
At the added remark, Baek Seol-ah forced an awkward laugh, but shame soon swallowed it whole. Biting her lip with a short groan, she bowed her flushed face.
Of course, her naked body had already been fully exposed to him yesterday. But that was yesterday—evening, in the bedroom. This was a different time, place, situation. This embarrassment was on another level.
“Eek...”
In the end, she huddled in place, hugging the blanket to her chest, whimpering softly in mortification.
Silence again.
“I’m really heading out. Take your time.”
Fortunately, the only witness to her shameful display cleared his throat and left soon after. Even so, long after Han Taeyang had exited the dorm, Baek Seol-ah couldn’t move from the spot.
I’m crazy. Seriously crazy, Baek Seol-ah...
Falling asleep first last night, ending the Netorase play in such an awkward half-measure without even going all the way. Discussion could wait. Right now, she was just utterly embarrassed.
She’d shown way too much unsightly stuff to Han Taeyang, her persistent nemesis of late...
It felt so alien, her face burning with humiliation. Sights she’d thought she’d only ever show her boyfriend Lee Hyun-seong for life—starting from her naked body, to moaning in arousal, even squirting. Her flawless image as the top student of the year had crumbled in an instant.
And of all people, to Han Taeyang...
No one watching now, she covered her pretty face in shame, pursing her lips cutely. Her two golden eyes, swirling with complex emotions, drifted vacantly to the rear. The clock showed it was quite late—rushing through a wash might barely save her from being tardy.
Staring frantically at her scattered bra, panties, shirt, skirt, and uniform in the dark bedroom.
“...Ugh, seriously.”
Irritably tousling her snowy white hair, Baek Seol-ah sprang up. For now... she’d deal with everything else after getting to class on time. That was her sole focus. Otherwise, self-loathing might trap her under the blankets, unraveling completely. Screeching in shame would be a bonus.
She couldn’t let that happen, so she shoved down her feelings and dashed to the bathroom. Naturally, the same one Han Taeyang had probably used to wash up before she woke.
How anxiously had he spent the night? Those emotions couldn’t be captured in mere words or phrases.
Forcing his wildly pounding heart to calm, he lay in bed staring at his smartphone. Waiting for a late contact from his girlfriend, who’d gone to Han Taeyang’s dorm with him...
But against his faint hopes, Lee Hyun-seong’s phone stayed silent all night.
I-It’ll be fine. Nothing happened. Probably.
His insides burned black regardless—what could he do? He’d started this himself, after all.
His beloved girlfriend, whom he adored beyond measure, mingling bodies and flesh with another man—not him. A twisted fetish where he got aroused by what normal sensibilities would find repulsive. And Lee Hyun-seong had pushed it beyond fantasy into reality.
The technical term: Netorase play. To get Baek Seol-ah’s permission, he’d begged on hands and knees for days, explaining his perverse urges to fulfill that dark desire.
—Say it again. Lee Hyun-seong.
—You want me to... what?
Naturally, the process wasn’t smooth. Unlike him, his girlfriend had perfectly normal sensibilities. The chill he felt when Baek Seol-ah, who’d always looked at him with affectionate eyes and voice, stared with icy coldness...
As a natural masochist, it thrilled Lee Hyun-seong plenty—but it terrified him more. What if this distanced her forever?
Netorase was no ordinary kink, after all—a valid worry.
—Haa, seriously... Just once, okay?
Fortunately, Baek Seol-ah truly cherished him. She’d been deeply disappointed, but ultimately gave in. The result: yesterday.
—Did you slip her some drug or something...?
Even Han Taeyang, the notorious delinquent of Cheonun Academy, reacted with shock. She’d personally, of her own will, asked him to embrace her.
What happened after she left with Han Taeyang? Lee Hyun-seong didn’t know. He’d only requested video—not a live call.
So he’d waited anxiously through the night, confirming only today. Clutching his lingering tension from morning, he arrived at class.
“S-Sorry I’m late!”
“...!”
Just past 9 on the clock, the one he’d awaited appeared. Her snowy white hair fluttering as always, entering through the back door.
...That scent.
Sweaty from rushing, yet her radiant smile suited her perfectly. If ranking Cheonun Academy’s top beauties, she’d surely place high. For a guy with his perverted tastes, she was almost too good.
Baek Seol-ah.
As she passed his seat, Lee Hyun-seong caught it clearly. The fresh citrus scent wafting from her waist-length white hair.
He realized instantly: it matched Han Taeyang’s usual shampoo exactly.
Gulp—
Lee Hyun-seong swallowed dryly without thinking. Raising his head, his eyes met Baek Seol-ah’s just as she turned to him.
Her eyes crinkled in that pretty smile—same as always, yet laced with unfamiliar mischief and faint awkwardness.
Lee Hyun-seong’s eyes trembled as he gazed at his girlfriend, whose vibe had subtly shifted after just one day apart. And then—
“...Heh.”
Like when he’d fantasized about her night, intense heat surged through him. Beneath the desk, his pants bulged rapidly.