Chapter 21
Chapter 21
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 21
Chapter Title: Freshman Blitz (3)
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"Hurry up, please move faster."
"Yes!"
Seongsu-dong, Seoul.
At the sharp voice of a woman in her thirties, the young women scrambled into action.
A popup event for the famous luxury brand Miu Miu was underway.
"Kyaaah!"
"Look over here!"
In the spot swarmed by cameras and crowds, a female idol member serving as Miu Miu's ambassador struck poses.
She was just someone who'd show up briefly for the popup like always, but she was drawing massive attention.
"Haa."
I'm jealous.
Song Hyun-ah, a 21-year-old sophomore in the dance department at Saja University, pouted as she watched.
Even as Hyun-ah—the girl with over 10,000 Instagram followers and a short video that racked up a million views—she was nothing more than temporary staff here.
They'd just propped her up because she had a pretty face and a great figure.
How could she compare to that shining luxury ambassador celebrity over there?
Besides, all the daily staff gathered here were on her level anyway.
But man.
They said luxury brand gigs were tough, but the nagging was no joke.
She was only doing this for a day or two—did they have to treat her like this?
"Hyun-ah! Aren't you ready yet?"
"Yes! Sorry!"
Hyun-ah got scolded by her assigned manager.
This was nothing like what she'd expected.
On SNS, countless people showered her with love; at school, guys were lining up to ask for her number or show interest. Was this reality?
"This model's size didn't fit quite right when I tried something similar."
"Yes, this item is..."
The event kicked off in earnest.
The celebrity and her entourage had left, but as expected in Seoul's hottest spot with a famous luxury popup, the place was packed.
Even though they'd stationed staff one-on-one to prevent it turning into a flea market and provide proper service, crowds thronged anyway.
Hyun-ah was having a rough day.
She wasn't a pro seller, so perfect explanations were impossible. This was just a popup, after all.
But the customers had no patience for that.
Getting good service was one reason people came to luxury shops.
"You can't even explain that properly."
"I knew it, but it just slipped my mind. Sorry."
"Ugh, seriously."
"..."
Was it just her imagination?
Hyun-ah felt like that manager was being extra harsh on her specifically.
She knew she was inexperienced, but the other staff weren't much better.
"If there's anything you're looking for, please let me know!"
"Yes, thank you."
"..."
Even after greeting the customer, Hyun-ah couldn't tear her eyes away.
A man with incredibly polite speech.
Tall build, dressed in a neat suit.
He looks about my age.
And from the entrance he'd used, he was here on a brand VIP pass.
Yet he hadn't worn a single piece of Miu Miu?
...Girlfriend.
Hyun-ah could guess right away.
If it were a gift for his mom, he'd have picked another brand.
This was a whole other world.
Hyun-ah tried hard to suppress her tangled emotions.
"Excuse me."
"Yes?"
"Are you from Saja University?"
"Oh! Yeah! Yes, I am. How'd you know?"
"I think I saw you in the school magazine. I'm from Saja too."
"Ah..."
"Park Won-jun, economics major, class of '22."
"Hi, nice to meet you. Song Hyun-ah, dance major, class of '24."
Hyun-ah ended up introducing herself on the spot.
She never expected to run into someone who recognized her here.
She'd only done a quick interview for a school promo mag— and he remembered her from that?
Of course, Won-jun had scoped out her SNS beforehand.
He'd learned about her popup gig from her Instagram post.
"This is great. I don't run into fellow alumni much outside school."
"Ahahaha."
Hyun-ah laughed at Won-jun's words.
She wasn't particularly surprised to meet an alum.
But on this kinda down day, this guy was somehow lightening her mood.
Impressive.
Class of '22 meant even if he'd taken a year off, he was mid-20s.
A luxury VIP at that age? His family must be loaded. Had to be.
It was rare for an unemployed undergrad to make that kind of money.
"Sir, let me assist you! Looking for a specific model?"
"Hmm, let's see."
"..."
The manager who'd been nitpicking Hyun-ah nonstop went super deferential with Won-jun.
That was real service mindset.
But Hyun-ah had different thoughts.
Jealous.
Bowing and scraping like that.
If she had money like that, she'd want to shop at the luxury hall and get treated like royalty.
But with her current fame, that income was out of reach.
"It's so popular even with teenage high school girls that affluent moms buy it as graduation gifts."
"Really?"
Won-jun nodded.
And bought a bunch without batting an eye.
"Thank you."
Bags, wallet, two pairs of shoes—2 million won worth.
Hyun-ah, who'd snuck a peek at her alum's shopping spree, was stunned.
Ugh, just don't look.
Different world. Different world.
Don't get attached. It'll just make her feel inferior.
"Hyun-ah, by the way."
"Yes?"
Post-shopping, Won-jun approached Hyun-ah.
"Truth is, I'd like to get to know you personally."
"Oh!"
Won-jun held out his phone.
"Could I get your number? I don't do Insta."
"Y-your number?"
Hyun-ah usually got hit on via Insta DMs from tons of guys.
She never met unverified randos from there, and ignored street number requests.
"Ah..."
But Won-jun was different.
He looked super gentlemanly. And he'd proven his success.
Not a total hunk, but friendly face, big build.
Not sketchy at all— the type that easily sparked a girl's interest.
"Here."
"Thanks."
Won-jun flashed a polite smile to the end after getting Hyun-ah's number.
The result of countless practices.
"Ugh, I'm so tired. I just wanna study."
"Nah, you worked hard to get into college—gotta enjoy what you can."
"I am enjoying it."
"Blind dates are fun too."
"Kinda boring."
A Chinese restaurant in Gangnam.
Park Won-jun was having dinner with Jeong Yu-na, a 21-year-old freshman in the Korean literature department.
"You take a lot of food pics?"
"Sometimes, but how could you not snap this?"
A Chinese spot run by a chef from the famous cooking show Gold and Silver Chef.
Dinner course neared 300,000 won per person—pricey.
Won-jun liked the private room setup.
"I'm a returning student, so I just study. Nice making friends like this. My cohort's all seniors now—no real mingling."
"Yeah? We're kindred spirits then."
"How are you and I kindred spirits?"
"I'm pretty low-key too."
"Bet you're super popular with guys."
"Why do you think that?"
Yu-na smirked, popping food into her mouth.
Because your tits are huge, obviously.
That was Won-jun's reason for targeting Yu-na.
Even face alone was cute enough; she wouldn't lack attention even if flat.
Time's limited.
Won-jun was resolved.
Become a Special Hunter, prove his skills, gain fame.
Korea's top sister Hunters got idol-level treatment now.
Fame was key to conquering women.
Money had limits. He needed a stronger weapon.
Once that happens.
No need to stick around school long. Not dropping out, but his plan was finish sophomore year first semester then take leave.
College girl blitz was a time attack.
Max out targets worth his standards in short time.
Big-titted coeds? Had to bag 'em.
Dance majors? Had to.
Girls with boyfriends? Absolutely.
Won-jun's girl-picking standards were strict.
Lee Chae-rin, who'd been dodging lately, scored bonus for looks—stirred protective instincts, worth fucking.
"If I'd had a cohort girl like you as a freshman, I might've liked it."
"What? Oh, oppa, seriously."
Her address had shifted to "oppa" before he knew it.
Met her today... hmm.
Won-jun's take on first real date.
This girl was easy.
Shwaaa.
"..."
A five-star hotel room.
Won-jun lounged back, hands behind head.
Too easy.
Yu-na showered in the bathroom.
No heavy drinking this time—just rode the mood from the hotel lounge bar.
"Gotta have days like this sometimes."
Fucking hesitant, scared, blackout-drunk girls was peerless bliss.
But easy lays had their place too.
Coed blitz had a deadline: leave of absence.
Won-jun texted the girls.
Hyun-ah: meet soon, go for it.
Si-young: longtime comfort fuck.
Chae-rin: interest cooling fast—no need to hit her up.
Park Si-young.
Recent meetup was meh.
Tried rimming, face-fucking for fun—unsatisfying.
Can she make it more fun for me?
Won-jun decided to give her a shot.
He'd grown kinda attached. Aaah, dangerous—obsessive dickmatized girls are red flags, they said.
Slide.
"..."
After sending texts, Yu-na was toweling off.
"Up we go."
She climbed onto the bed.
"Oppa, where's your spot?"
"Here."
"Nooo."
Won-jun pointed at his dick. Yu-na threw a cute fit at the blunt move.
"Haa."
Followed by a kiss.
As bodies pressed close in the kiss, Yu-na stroked Won-jun's dick.
"What is this?"
"Huh?"
"Why's it getting bigger?"
Even flaccid it was big, but swelling nonstop.
Yu-na was shocked at the two-hander size.
"'Cause you're sexy?"
"It's too big."
"It's fine."
"Oppa, go easy later, really easy."
"I'll be good."
"But you're young, so probably not much experience—aaah, sorry!"
Yu-na smacked her own mouth.
A slip from fear of that monster cock.
But Won-jun didn't miss it.
Crossed the line.
A 23-year-old returning male student with tons of experience to handle women with this dick?
Of course she wouldn't buy it.
Even if rude to guys, understandable.
Won-jun saw himself as softer and more tolerant with girls than most guys.
But that slip just now?
Felt like his girls were insulted.
Thinking of girls from his green days who screamed and struggled on his dick...
A man endures personal insults, but not when it's his woman dissed.
Won-jun stuck to his old-school romantic code.
"Yu-na, you don't have to suck it."
"Huh?"
"Lie down."
"Eek!"
He forced her flat.
"Ahh!"
Won-jun rubbed her clit hard.
"Ah, it hurts!"
"Can't hold back."
Waited till she got wet, gripping his hard dick with his right.
Nope.
Today, he'd school this cocky 21-year-old freshman proper.