Chapter 11
Chapter 11
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: She Came On To Me First (2)
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"Whoa, back in the army, for real."
"Ugh, I hate army stories."
"Hear me out, it's actually fun."
The freshman welcome party was in full swing.
Thanks to the organizers' thorough preparations, the students were having a great time.
"·····"
Of course, among them was a guy on high alert, eyeing his prey like a hawk.
Park Won-jun.
Once he locked onto his target, with a time limit in play, he had to stay focused.
'Park Si-young.'
A 20-year-old freshman girl named Si-young.
Pretty face, not too skinny—just the right amount of fresh appeal.
But more than that, her backstory was perfect.
They say people fall for stories, not just people.
Won-jun's growing affection for Si-young was a prime example.
A girl who came up from the provinces, confessed to by a guy she'd known for years, now waiting for her first date with her boyfriend.
How could any guy not be drawn in?
Si-young sipped her drink carefully, fanning herself lightly with her hand before standing up.
"·····"
Won-jun followed naturally.
He'd been mulling over his approach in his head.
Now it was time to act.
"Phew."
Si-young, who'd stepped out briefly, let out a breath.
The crisp winter wind as she wandered farther out made her feel alive.
The party had gotten a bit too hot.
Even trying to play it cool, it was tough for a 20-year-old to adjust.
"Hey."
"···Huh?"
Won-jun approached Si-young.
His friendly face helped.
Plus, being from the same department lowered her guard instinctively.
"I'm Park Won-jun, second-year."
"Ah, yes! Park Si-young, class of '26!"
Surface-level greetings.
Si-young bowed with a bold smile.
Won-jun wasn't a fan of how college kids greeted each other like this.
But it had a cute charm—worth watching.
'Nice.'
A slightly awkward smile.
Some clumsy makeup.
Yet that's what made 20-year-olds so appealing.
"You're from Jeonju, right?"
"Yes, that's right."
"Actually, I heard that and had something to ask."
"Pardon? What is it?"
"Well, haha."
Won-jun scratched his head with an eye smile.
A smile he'd practiced countless times.
Park Min-ju had teased him about it, but he kept asking how it looked.
She eventually said it made him look friendly.
A kind impression built rapport and eased wariness.
An essential weapon for Won-jun.
"I know a girl from Jeonju, like you."
"Oh, really?"
Si-young chimed in half-heartedly.
She was just anxious not to mess up in front of a senior.
"It's super important to me. Could you help?"
"Ah···"
"I'll make it up to you properly."
Si-young couldn't hide her discomfort.
A senior she met at the welcome party asking for a favor like this?
It was a lot.
"It's a personal thing—a girl I'm into."
"R-Really?"
Even more burdensome now.
But Won-jun pressed on.
"Thanks. I'll text you. Don't worry, I'll repay you."
"No, it's fine!"
"Cool! Have a good rest of the night."
Won-jun got her number in the end.
Same department made private chats easy, but he needed the ritual.
He left right after, while Si-young returned a bit slower.
"·····"
Back at her seat, Si-young glanced at Won-jun.
She'd planned to just sit there today, thinking only of her boyfriend next week.
Now another guy had entered her life.
She recalled talks with Kim Dong-myeong—once a dear guy friend, now her boyfriend.
Worried about creepy senior guys hitting on her.
She'd laughed it off.
'But.'
Won-jun's vibe, quiet at the party—nothing like those dramatic returnee creeps chasing freshmen.
"Senior."
"Yeah?"
Si-young approached a 23-year-old female senior she'd warmed up to.
"Is that senior usually quiet?"
"Who? Oh, Won-jun?"
"Yes."
"This is him being talkative. Before the army, he was dead silent. Always busy anyway."
"Ah···"
"Top of the class freshman year. Group projects? He'd do it all, just give him your name."
"Whoa."
"Machine. But today's different, hmm."
Won-jun had a great rep—smart, diligent.
Quiet, lone wolf, but no one disliked him.
And after the army, one big change.
"Stock jackpot or something?"
A classmate tilted her head.
Si-young got the gist.
Head to toe, designer brands.
Not flashy nouveau riche—more like a successful early-20s guy or rich kid.
"·····"
Si-young sipped her beer, stealing glances at Won-jun.
Definitely not a senior preying on freshmen.
"Tough trip?"
"No!"
"Your new car's contract must be itching for delivery."
"·····"
On Sunday, Park Won-jun called Park Si-young to a department store in Apgujeong, Seoul.
'Might be the last chance.'
Her boyfriend was coming to Seoul tomorrow.
Thought next week meant Wednesday, but Monday?
"Lucky."
"Pardon? What?"
"Your build matches her perfectly."
"Ah, haha."
"Let's go. I'm excited."
Talking like the other girl was a mannequin.
Si-young felt odd but figured no romantic interest in her.
'But.'
Today's request: pick gifts at the department store.
She didn't get how her Jeonju roots tied to his crush's.
But a senior asked, and she'd agreed.
"Perfect—like taking that friend here, buying her head-to-toe. Sound good?"
"Ah··· yeah, sure."
"Gets me nervous thinking about it. Check for next week too? Or coordinate with staff."
Won-jun grinned.
Si-young kept up the awkward face.
'Show-off?'
What did this even mean?
Not bags or makeup—full head-to-toe shopping?
"Suits you well."
"Ah···"
Si-young's face froze.
Tried it on at his urging···
'3 million won?'
No memory of wearing anything this pricey.
Her weird day continued.
Next luxury store: skirts, bags, shoes.
As he said, full coord with a girl? Near 20 million won.
"Whoa, that's the bag my fave YouTuber carries."
"Like that bag?"
"So pretty."
Si-young spotted her beauty YouTuber's Saint Laurent bag.
"Gotta get that one."
"Buying the bag today?"
"Huh? Yeah."
Won-jun smirked.
"···So jealous."
"Of what?"
"You really like that girl."
"I do. Can't mess up and push her away."
"It'll work out."
"Thanks. With your help, it will."
Encouraging him, Si-young eyed the 2.5 million won bag bag.
Dream item for her.
'Different worlds.'
How'd a 23-year-old flaunt like that?
But his crush must be special.
"Hungry? I'll treat you to something good."
"Yes, thank you."
Si-young smiled brightly.
After seeing his wealth, refusing food seemed rude.
"······"
Gulp.
But reality hit different.
Apgujeong steakhouse, NYC flagship.
Si-young was shocked.
Over 400,000 won for two.
Orders it casually?
"Hope it suits your taste."
"No, I love meat."
"Good."
Set menu rolled out: salad, steak, dessert. Wine too.
"Wow, the wine smells amazing."
"Yeah? I don't know wine."
"Ah, okay···"
Forcing big reactions due to price.
Won-jun stayed chill.
"Can't drive you home. Here's taxi fare—go easy."
"No need, it's not far."
"It's fine. Eases my mind."
"Thanks for caring···"
Si-young spoke awkwardly, then shut up.
"Oh, and take this."
Won-jun set the bag shopping bag on the table edge.
"Pardon? Take this?"
"It's for you."
"What?"
"Bought it just for you. You said you liked it."
"Ah, no."
Si-young flinched, voice out.
Solemn vibe.
She glanced around, sipped water.
"Can't accept something this expensive."
"Take it. Makes me feel less guilty for your weekend."
"I didn't do much··· really, too sorry."
"No need. Suits you."
Si-young squirmed, eyes down.
"·····"
'Worth it.'
Pretty 20-year-old.
Won-jun was hooked on her story.
Boyfriend tomorrow.
Urgent at first, but meeting her the day before thrilled him more.
'Now for.'
Won-jun sneaked a peek at Si-young's perky chest.
Now, bed this cute girl tonight.
He knew money alone wouldn't do it.
This spend bought time, chances.
Not a waste for him.
"What do you think of this date course? End at the lounge here, then suite."
"Ah, th-that···"
Won-jun took Si-young straight to the hotel lounge next to the steakhouse.
Her face flushed—wine, and "suite"?
"Booked this room for her visit too."
"So thorough."
"Big moment. Order snacks—on me."
Won-jun boasted.
Si-young was drained all day. Wanted home, prep for boyfriend tomorrow.
But accepted too much.
Leaving now felt wrong.
Just a hotel bar anyway.
Drinking alone with a guy pricked her conscience, but Won-jun seemed nice.
Not seeing her as a woman. Just date practice.
Still, questions lingered.
"Senior."
"Yeah?"
"Thinking about it, my Jeonju thing didn't help much."
Si-young asked after his urged cocktail.
Pure curiosity. Booze loosened her up.
"Huh, true. I thought 'Jeonju girl—perfect helper.' Guess not."
"You're unique, senior."
"Am I?"
Won-jun tilted his head.
Watched her state.
Cocktails: pretty colors, sweet but strong.
Date-rape specials.
"You're really pretty."
"Huh? My reflection?"
"What? Senior."
"How was the line?"
"Not bad?"
Si-young slurred slightly.
'Fun. Good drinks, vibe, night view.'
Pricey spot delivered.
Like most girls weak to ambiance, Si-young was falling in.
"Spending today with you feels weird."
"How?"
"I like being alone usually. Things better now, but was tough recently."
"Ah···"
"But with you, so fun."
"Me? I'm having a blast too."
Si-young smiled shyly.
Tough past, now good.
Won-jun seemed amazing suddenly.
"Senior, bathroom quick."
"Sure."
Si-young stood.
"·····"
Won-jun's eyes shifted watching her. She'd have been startled.
'Boyfriend.'
Phone check, stands—obvious.
Hurry.
"Hey, Dong-myeong."
-Drinking?
"A bit?"
-With who?
"Friends from school."
-Easy does it.
"Sorry, heading home soon. Love you!"
Si-young ended the call in the women's restroom.
"···Haa."
Fanned with hands, blew air to sober up.
'Crazy. This is wrong.'
Until now, she thought she was fine.
Won-jun meant well too.
But alone with a guy, drinking.
"Bag too···"
Should return it. Too pricey to keep casually.
He seemed nonchalant.
"Haa, what to do."
Honestly, wanted it.
Friends' reactions?
But hide from boyfriend?
Was she always this bad?
Since middle school, envied celebs in luxury—booze weakened her resolve.
Leave first. Lingering tempts.
"Sorry, gotta go."
"Why sorry? Try this—I was gonna recommend it."
"Ah···"
Won-jun set a colorful cocktail before her—ordered while she was gone.
"Kuh! Sorry."
"·····"
30 minutes later.
Si-young coughing nonstop.
Complicated face, downing cocktails.
Sweet, potent each.
'Perfect.'
Won-jun knew she was ready.
"Gotta go."
"Yeah···"
Si-young looked wrecked.
"You okay? Thought these didn't get you drunk···"
"Sorry, cough, really sorry."
On the way out after paying.
Si-young stumbled.
"·····"
Won-jun supported her, hands slyly on waist, chest.
'Just right.'
Not blackout, but judgment impaired.
Ideal.
"Can't go like this. Rest first. Room's big anyway."
"Pardon?"
Won-jun headed to elevator right after.
'Clumsy, but it worked.'
Date course for crush. Hence hotel bar.
Consistent story sold it.
Idiot if not sleeping with her after bringing here?
"G-Gonna go. I'm fine···"
"·····"
Si-young resisted cutely. No strength.
Won-jun ignored.
Could insist on rest, but better plot hit him.
Thud.
"Cough! Hnng, ah···"
Won-jun laid Si-young on the bed.
Dressed up, limp—adorable.
"I-I'm fine, senior."
"Yeah?"
Si-young, lying down, said she had to go.
Body exhausted, bed plush.
Visible conflict.
Won-jun had no intent to let her relax.
"Si-young."
"···Huh?"
Won-jun stroked her leg.
"S-Senior."
"No need to play hard. I'll handle it."
"Mmph!"
Won-jun sealed her mouth with his.
No warning—hiked skirt, hand in panties.
Ambushed Min-ju like this often—second nature.
'And.'
Experience showed: kiss plus down there, girls fell fast.