Chapter 19
Chapter 19
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 19
Chapter Title: Freshman Bomber (1)
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“Yawn...”
“Tired?”
“Ah! Sorry!”
“No need to apologize.”
Park Si-young had been trying to stifle her yawn behind her hand without getting caught.
But Park Won-jun spotted it right away.
In Won-jun's car.
Si-young, who had been tormented by him until dawn, kept yawning nonstop.
“Eek!”
“Hm?”
“N-no, it's nothing.”
For a brief moment as the car bumped over a speed bump.
Si-young let out a cry from the sudden pain.
This time, she couldn't let it show that it was womanly pain—she bowed her head low.
‘It hurts so much.’
Won-jun had ejaculated inside her seven times.
Si-young had suspected his stamina was abnormal, but she never imagined it would be this insane.
Of course, after the facial, it was all bare creampies without a condom in sight.
Won-jun had fully indulged in his reckless pleasure, leaving Si-young so exhausted she collapsed into sleep.
“Make sure you take your pills.”
“Yes...”
“A girl with a bright future like our Si-young can't get pregnant this early.”
“Ahaha, oppa, seriously.”
Si-young forced an awkward smile, lifting only the corners of her mouth.
Honestly, it pissed her off.
She could chalk up the dirty play during sex to his kinks, but treating a woman's pregnancy so lightly?
Still, she knew full well she wasn't allowed to show it.
“How much do birth control pills run these days?”
They were almost at Si-young's place, and Won-jun pulled out his wallet.
“Here.”
“Ah.”
“Take your pills, and treat yourself to something nice for lunch.”
Won-jun handed her four 50,000-won bills.
“Th-thank you.”
“Yeah.”
For a 20-year-old, 200,000 won was a pretty hefty sum.
Si-young bowed her head as she accepted it.
‘I'm seriously messed up.’
As she slipped the cash from Won-jun into her wallet, she started feeling a little scared of herself.
Now, getting 200,000 won from him didn't even feel shocking anymore.
He had the skills to back it up and spent money like water.
Her survival instincts were screaming again: Be picky with men. This isn't right. Don't get used to it. He's dangerous.
“...”
‘No way.’
But she didn't want to give up this lifestyle.
She didn't even want to imagine the very real possibility of Won-jun losing interest in her body and cutting contact.
“It'll be deposited within 2-3 business days.”
“Yes, thank you.”
At the Hunter Management Center.
Won-jun dropped by after a while to exchange his mana crystals and equipment materials.
With the weekend over, the incoming deposit was 160 million won before taxes.
A high amount even as a yearly salary—but this was just what Won-jun made in a week.
He was hitting the 30th floor in the Seoul Tower every other day, and he'd climbed pretty high in the Busan Tower too, so his income kept climbing.
He used to exchange everything within 3-4 days to get cash faster, but now that he had a solid pile saved up, he didn't need to bother.
“Nngh.”
Won-jun stretched.
It was still early, but he figured he'd grab dinner before heading home. Nothing fancy since he was eating alone—time was too precious for that.
Park Min-ju had said she'd be late because of school stuff.
“Hm?”
Won-jun checked his phone.
[Lee Chae-rin: Sunbae-nim, looks like I have time after all! Ah, but is it too late to hear back today?]
“...”
A grin crept across Won-jun's face.
Dinner companion secured.
And today was the day he'd claim this pretty little freshman.
‘Wonder what kept her.’
Why the late reply?
Won-jun wasn't the type to undervalue a gorgeous 20-year-old college girl.
How many guys must be swarming her? Impossible to guess.
Not just at uni—SNS too.
Chae-rin was the kind who could have dozens, hundreds of men crawling at her feet.
But that's exactly why she was worth fucking.
Squelch, squelch.
The wet friction sounds mingled with the creaking bed.
“Aang! Aaang!”
Screams that were more like moans from a 20-year-old girl who hadn't been out of her school uniform for long.
“Huu.”
Park Won-jun had freshman Lee Chae-rin laid out on the bed, ravaging her body.
Her pussy looked so fragile compared to his massive cock.
But Won-jun pounded into her without mercy.
“It hurts! It hurts! Uwaang!”
“Aa, Chae-rin, you're amazing!”
The plan had worked perfectly.
In a swanky hotel lounge with a great vibe, she'd shown some token resistance, but Won-jun had dragged it out with more drinks.
They'd ended up in a room.
He'd taken her virginity in their first round, and now he was enjoying the second.
“Gonna cum, Chae-rin.”
“No, don't!”
Chae-rin was surprisingly holding it together mentally as she begged, but Won-jun ignored her.
The first load had been a creampie anyway—what was the big deal now?
He sneered inwardly.
“Ah, so good.”
How many times had he said “good” during sex?
But this one was sincere.
After a satisfying fuck, semen erupted from Won-jun's cock.
He had her legs folded back, buried as deep as possible.
Optimal creampie position for a girl begging him not to.
How perfect was that?
“You're awful... hick... hick...”
“Why, Chae-rin? You loved it.”
“I begged you not to cum inside...”
“Why ruin that pretty face?”
Chae-rin, mascara smudged from tears.
Won-jun stroked her hair to soothe her.
Sultry Park Min-ju, elegant Park Si-young, fresh and cute Lee Chae-rin.
All stunners in Won-jun's book, but their crying faces were especially hot.
“No!”
“Hold still.”
“Don't take pictures!”
Won-jun, fresh off a new phone, teased that he wanted a pic and held it up sideways.
If semi-forced sex was a personal scar, a video could be social suicide.
“Aaak!”
In the middle of their third round, phone in hand, Won-jun thrust hard.
One powerful stab, and Chae-rin screamed.
“Sorry, got carried away.”
“Sunbae, please...”
Chae-rin begging.
‘Driving me insane.’
Truth was, Won-jun hadn't even turned on the camera.
But how could he pass up reactions this cute?
He'd filmed Min-ju last time, but not today.
Why record when he could watch live?
“What, scared I'll show it around? Then let's use your phone.”
“That's not— aang!”
Won-jun hammered away with even more gusto.
His cock was so long it smacked her cervix even in a relaxed position.
He grabbed Chae-rin's phone with a grin.
“...”
Chuckle.
Won-jun laughed at the screen.
Chae-rin was too busy thrashing in agony to look up.
Even now, messages flooded in.
Her lock screen was a barrage of guys.
“Aang! Ahaak!”
Won-jun stared at her face and pounded harder.
‘Reply faster!’
Sex and discipline at once.
Lots of messages, sure—but not so many she couldn't reply, right?
This fuck was proxy education for all her suitors.
And damn, it felt good.
That fresh smile she flashed only for them, the ones they lusted after.
Her precious virginity they'd never touch.
While they waited on pins and needles for her replies, she was pinned under Won-jun, wailing on his huge dick.
‘Yep, that's me.’
Won-jun confirmed his tastes once more.
I love claiming women all those other guys crave.
“Aang! Hwaang! It hurts!”
“Gonna cum, Chae-rin.”
“Outside! Please, outside!”
Won-jun felt a twinge—he was gonna give her pill money later.
‘Still...’
She was begging this hard. Might as well.
“Ugh.”
Won-jun savored the intense urge to cum and pulled out.
“Ah, good.”
“Ah!”
Chae-rin thought she'd dodged the creampie and froze.
Won-jun's cock right in her face, blasting white ropes all over it.
“Your pretty face makes me cum so much, Chae-rin.”
“...”
He'd kept his promise.
Pulled out fair and square, came outside.
Of course, it was still hell for her.
Chae-rin couldn't even open her eyes.
How the hell did this happen?
She'd just been like any other girl—chatting with the guys who messaged her as Miss Popular.
Couldn't say no to drinks properly, ended up at a hotel, and now this.
With Won-jun, of all people—the capable one, the decent guy, the sturdy hunk.
“Wipe your face and wash up, Chae-rin.”
Won-jun handed her tissues like it was no big deal.
“Haa.”
Chae-rin wiped the semen from her face, then saw it on her arms and chest.
She looked ready to burst into tears any second.
‘Hmm.’
Won-jun figured he might not see Chae-rin again after this.
Unlike how he'd slowly broken in Si-young, he'd gone full throttle today.
‘Kinda annoying anyway.’
Playing with her would get tiresome. Pretty girl, nice tits for a slim build.
But plenty more ahead.
“...”
Chae-rin headed to the shower without a word to Won-jun.
He watched her go.
Perky ass. Not super tall, but a sexy backside.
‘No future anyway.’
She probably wouldn't put out anymore, and he wasn't that into her.
So what to do?
“Chae-rin.”
“Huh?”
Won-jun followed her into the bathroom.
“Why are you coming in! Get out!”
“Look how hard I am already.”
Won-jun showed off his erection.
“I'll keep the water running.”
Shhh...
The shower stayed on.
“Aang! Aang! No! It hurts!”
“Your ass feels incredible, Chae-rin.”
Won-jun pinned her against the shower wall and slammed in from behind.
‘Nice—time to try this.’
A good idea hit him.
Something he hadn't even done with Si-young, let alone Min-ju.
“Ah, gotta pee. What now?”
“Haaaang!”
Chae-rin couldn't fathom what was coming next.
“Ugh.”
“Aak!”
Won-jun spun her body around, forcing her to face him.
She naturally dropped to her knees, staring up at him.
“Huu.”
“Kyaaak!”
Won-jun pissed right on her face.
She struggled, but he held her arms tight.
The powerful stream blasted her hair and face without mercy.