Chapter 24
Chapter 24
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Translator: penny
Chapter: 24
Chapter Title: Freshman Bomber (6)
-----------------------------------------------------------------
"They must've put a lot of care into this. The room looks great today."
"Yeah, it's really pretty."
A luxurious hotel room.
Park Won-jun had brought Song Hyun-ah here and was sipping wine he'd ordered via room service.
Unlike earlier in the lounge, they were now sitting side by side, drinking.
Their bodies brushed against each other unavoidably, creating an ambiguous, charged atmosphere.
'When should I make my move?'
Meanwhile, Hyun-ah was fidgeting restlessly.
She'd accepted too many gifts from Won-jun today, and she hadn't been able to refuse the drinks from earlier.
But she'd already exceeded her usual limit.
She really needed to head home now...
"Oh man, look at me. This is my favorite wine—hold on a sec."
Won-jun pulled out another bottle of wine.
He'd prepared several varieties from the start, precisely to keep pressuring her into drinking.
Hyun-ah hadn't been hiding her discomfort well lately; Won-jun had noticed she was feeling overwhelmed and wanted to bolt.
And a woman squirming like this? It was one of his favorite things.
"Ah."
"You okay?"
"Yeah... I'm fine..."
Won-jun's hand landed on Hyun-ah's shoulder as she closed her eyes and shook her head wearily, like a boxer gauging distance with jabs.
He was testing her, groping her body bit by bit.
"Wow, Hyun-ah, your waist is so slim."
"Ahaha."
Hyun-ah froze in an instant.
Won-jun, who'd been admiring her slender waist, now reached out and stroked her side.
She wasn't blackout drunk yet, so she reacted immediately to his touch.
'Why... why is he doing this?'
Won-jun hadn't touched her at all today, but now in the hotel room, after a little time had passed, he was getting clingy and handsy.
Why the sudden change?
"You feeling okay? Nothing hurts?"
"..."
Won-jun moved from her waist to her pretty collarbone, kneading her shoulders as he ogled her.
He was probing her limits.
Overwhelm her too much, and it'd kill the fun; let her bolt, and it was game over.
Still, he groped her boldly, risks be damned. That was Won-jun.
"Um, oppa..."
"Yeah?"
He answered practically pressed against her.
Hyun-ah leaned back slightly. Won-jun decided to strike first.
"Hyun-ah, what do you think of me?"
"Huh?"
Won-jun locked eyes with her, holding her gaze steady.
No need for words—he was telling her to look him in the face.
The moment she lifted her head from its slight bow, he spoke.
"Meeting you today... I think I really like you, Hyun-ah."
"Oppa..."
"So let's stay together tonight."
He lowered his voice as much as possible.
He nearly cracked a smile inside, but he pressed on.
Essentially telling her he wanted her body—Hyun-ah averted her eyes again.
Her trembling, doe-like eyes.
To a predator, it was the perfect delicacy.
"Oppa, even so."
"You don't like me, Hyun-ah?"
"No, it's not that. This is just too sudden."
Strike first, force the choice.
What woman could flat-out say "Yeah, I hate you" right then?
"Hyun-ah."
Won-jun gazed at her soulfully, reaching to stroke her hair.
And in that same moment, with his massive frame, he tried to scoop up the slender college girl into a hug.
"W-Wait!"
"Yeah?"
Hyun-ah thrust her hand forward firmly.
"I need to use the bathroom."
"..."
She declared it like a statement and bolted for the bathroom.
Won-jun considered grabbing her but decided against it.
"Hmm."
'Strike out?'
Laying her down cold was tough if she hadn't opened up.
Unless you got her blackout drunk or threatened her, anyway.
Still, Won-jun loved pushing into uncertain territory for the thrill.
But now, failure seemed likely.
The key in these moments: don't give her space to think.
Yet Won-jun could tell she'd fled to the bathroom to regroup.
Probably pondering what kind of guy Won-jun was, how to escape.
"Tsk tsk."
Pure physical dominance and rape was an option.
But Won-jun shoved it from his mind. That was a last resort.
Maybe tonight would be a bust?
"Sigh."
Meanwhile, in the bathroom.
Song Hyun-ah, who'd already used it thirty minutes ago, sighed.
Of course, she didn't actually need to go—she was buying time.
'This is shocking.'
Hyun-ah's face darkened.
Won-jun had seemed so gentlemanly, but with alcohol in him, he'd revealed his lust so blatantly.
Was this planned from the start? Or did the booze just turn him that way?
She wanted to believe the latter. Up till now, he'd been polite and decent.
Hyun-ah gnawed her nails, agonizing.
The buzz made her black out every second.
But her instincts as a woman were still kicking in, urging her to protect herself.
What to do? Just give in? She'd accepted so much already.
You had to repay what you received—that was basic human decency.
'But.'
She'd never even had a boyfriend, let alone sex.
Letting her body go just because of expensive gifts... that was...
Hyun-ah wasn't super famous, but she'd been an influencer since high school.
She still got sponsor offers via DMs occasionally.
Especially after her YouTube appearance blew up her visibility.
She blocked them instantly every time.
And those blatant come-ons from guys since high school had made her wary of men, even as she chased fame.
She wanted a guy who truly cherished her, a good man—not to give herself to someone trying to buy her with cash.
"..."
'Still.'
Hyun-ah hesitated.
Honestly, she didn't know Won-jun that well. She'd been startled by the sudden moves, but most of what he'd shown today was perfect.
Incredibly polite, mannerly, mature for a 23-year-old.
She did want to get to know him more. She hoped that groping with his big hands was just a mistake.
'Yeah, that's right.'
"Let's get to know him a bit more."
"Eek!"
"Yeah?"
Hyun-ah nearly had a heart attack emerging from the bathroom.
Won-jun had partially undressed.
"Oh, sorry."
"..."
But he slowly buttoned up, looking genuinely embarrassed and apologetic.
"It's late. Just crash here and head out in the morning. I'll drive you."
"Huh?"
"I'll shower first?"
"Oppa, wait."
"Or you first? Don't worry, bed's big—no awkwardness."
"..."
Won-jun now acted like it was no big deal to shower.
Earlier groping screamed "I want sex," but now? More like a guy sharing a bed with a female sibling.
"You should shower first, Hyun-ah."
"What?!"
"You planning to sleep dirty?"
"No, uh."
Won-jun tilted his head like what was the issue.
Hyun-ah, who'd subtly been on the back foot all day, now wondered if she was the problem.
Shhhhhh.
"..."
'What the hell?'
She snapped to—showering.
She'd decided to trust Won-jun a bit more, to learn about him, and this happened.
But if it was just sleeping? That should be fine, right?
He wouldn't force himself on her. That'd be absurd.
If anything, Hyun-ah felt relieved deep down—no more rejecting or cutting ties decisively.
Most people hated choices and responsibility anyway.
"..."
Hyun-ah emerged from the shower in her regular clothes, skipping the robe.
Won-jun headed in right after.
"Haa."
Lying in bed under the covers, Hyun-ah's heart pounded.
He wouldn't try anything, right?
More than thinking he was a decent guy, fear of this stranger crept in.
"Eep."
Hyun-ah clapped a hand over her mouth in shock.
Won-jun was out of the shower.
He'd gone in fine, but now his robe revealed glimpses of pecs.
"Mm."
Ignoring her, Won-jun dried his hair, turned off the light, and slid into bed.
"Night night."
"Yeah..."
His reassuring words eased her a bit.
He really wasn't planning sex.
Silence fell.
About ten minutes passed.
Hyun-ah couldn't sleep, heart racing.
"Today was really great."
"...Yeah, for me too."
She was trembling now, but hours ago, it'd been a dream day for her.
And she knew the places they'd hit were his amusement park.
Burden, guilt, gratitude, curiosity.
Her mixed feelings kept her clutching her chest, lying rigid.
"Hyun-ah, I really like you."
"..."
Won-jun kept flirting.
But their bodies weren't touching.
"Hyun-ah."
"Ah!"
Of course, sharing a bed, he wouldn't let it go.
A hulking guy hugged the beauty with her decent, dried figure from behind.
"O-Oppa!"
"I like you, Hyun-ah."
"Why are you doing this?!"
"Why? I told you, I like you."
"But..."
Won-jun suddenly charged in, proclaiming love aggressively.
Hyun-ah was terrified but couldn't brush off a guy wielding "love" so coldly.
Physically outmatched anyway, caught in his grasp, no escape.
She opted to dissuade him for now.
"Hyun-ah."
"Oppa, please."
Won-jun hugged her tight.
'Nice.'
While she'd showered, he'd curtained the windows.
He faced the door—findable even in dark—but positioned so she couldn't fathom an exit.
Plus, he'd bound her body.
Naturally cornered psychologically, now for verbal persuasion.
"I like you, see?"
"Even so, this isn't right."
"I like you too much. I want you."
"But we barely..."
"I want you to be my girl right now. You have to."
Won-jun pushed the obsessed-lover act; Hyun-ah couldn't overpower him physically, of course.
"Show me your face. Hug and sleep."
"Haa..."
Hyun-ah sighed deeply, like she couldn't fight it.
She looked at him, unable to hide her fear.
"You're amazing."
"It hurts."
"Okay."
Won-jun hugged her tighter.
'Not bad.'
Hugging hid his sly emerging grin.
This slow approach was pretty fun for Won-jun.
She probably thought it'd end here?
What man would settle for just hugging such a hot girl?
"Haa."
"Oppa, you're so hot..."
His hot breath made Hyun-ah tremble.
"Sorry, I can't hold back."
"Huh? Mmph!"
The sneak-attack kiss followed.
Hyun-ah was stunned but couldn't scream, mouth sealed.
Won-jun, handsome and stealing lips many guys coveted.
But he stayed calm. No rookie to botch from ecstasy.
Other spots needed simultaneous assault.
His left hand moved fast. Right arm pinned her body, immobilizing arms.
"Mmmph! Mmph!"
Her legs thrashed wildly, to no avail.
Won-jun swiftly yanked down her pants, hand diving into her panties.
Hyun-ah hadn't anticipated this, stubbornly showering in day clothes instead of a robe—but defenses breached anyway.
For this moment, endless mental rehearsals on slipping into her panties quick.
'Got it.'
Won-jun ravaged her mouth with his tongue, pinpointing her clit accurately.
"Mmph! Mmmph!"
She struggled to escape but felt her strength drain.
'Feels... weird...'
Won-jun's specialty: dual top-and-bottom assault.
Hit sensitive spots together, and resistance crumbles.
If sober and attacked by a total stranger, survival instincts might've kept arousal at bay.
But lingering buzz. Comfy bed.
And lingering hope he might be decent weakened her.
His fingers slid lower.
Clit stimulated enough—her insides slick.
Index and middle slipped in effortlessly, hooking upward to attack.
Skill honed on Park Min-ju. No woman withstood these fingers.
They pistoned inside her, legs going limp.
"Ahh, haa. Oppa, please."
Won-jun pulled his tongue away.
Could continue, but a better idea hit.
"I love you, Hyun-ah."
"Stop, please, for real."
Hyun-ah begged, shielding her body.
Her face flushed red.
Beyond raw pleasure, she knew exactly what he wanted.
Her virginity was moments from loss.
"I wanna see your body, Hyun-ah. Take it off quick."
"No, stop."
"Did it hurt?"
"..."
Sudden gentle tone. He stroked her hair slowly.
"Sorry. You're too pretty—I got carried away."
As he spoke, Won-jun dropped his panties.
"Touch it."
"N-No."
She shook her head furiously, but he forced her hand onto his dick.
"This is 'cause of you, Hyun-ah."
Her hand met his erect cock; he made her stroke up and down forcibly.
'What is this...? So hot and huge.'
Monstrous length, girth, hardness—scalding too.
"I got too excited, hurt you—sorry. But it's 'cause I like you so much."
"Let go, oppa."
"Let's strip, hug, sleep. And help calm me down—touch here."
Won-jun proposed compromise.
Hyun-ah was petrified.
That thing entering her? Unimaginable pain. Had to block that somehow.
"Good girl, Hyun-ah."
Accepting, she stripped herself.
Undressing in lingerie with a scared face—perfection.
'This progression's gold.'
Won-jun thrilled.
Not insert? Ridiculous.
But imagining her freakout later already made his dick ache.
"Your hands feel so good, Hyun-ah."
"Oppa, I'm scared. Don't do this."
She pleaded.
Scared of penetration, but naked with a guy? Hated it.
Somehow, compromising step-by-step led here.
She vaguely knew the first button was wrong but suppressed it.
Avoid worst, pick lesser evil—leads to cliff fall inevitably.
Humans always think "not me, not this time."
"Haa, can't hold back."
"O-Oppa!"
"I love you, Hyun-ah."
Won-jun showed true colors.
He rose, pressing his dick to her lying pussy.
"You want it too, deep down."
"You said no inserting! No!"
"I'll handle everything—don't worry."
"Oppa, please, spare me. Don't put it in, please."
How many "pleases" already? Her pleading face was genuine.
Won-jun could've rammed and silenced her mouth, but her pre-insertion panic intrigued him—tougher path.
"How not to? You're so pretty, Hyun-ah. Goddess. I love you."
'This is too fun, driving me crazy.'
Lie by lie, play lovesick fool till conquest. Now, enjoy this cute girl's body.
Yeah, meet a few times, ease into sex? No thrill. Had to savor reactions like this.
Better unknown—irresistible pleading faces, never boring.
"Oppa, it's my first time."
"Huh?"
"So please, don't."
"..."
"Kyaaah!"
Won-jun thrust in fully.
Well-prepped, even virgin-tight, he slid in.
'Virgin? Didn't know.'
Won-jun ignored her plight, shoving anyway.
Her wariness of men kept her virgin—no boyfriend even.
Won-jun not knowing proved trust lacking.
A few more meets, she'd have confided her pickiness.
But some things defy effort.
'Waiting for Prince Charming?'
Won-jun just sneered. SNS fan—wanted hot guy boyfriend, huh.
'Love piercing picky college virgin pussy.'
"Aaaah! It hurts!"
Her body arched in agony—Won-jun didn't care.
High school creeps via SNS.
Growing wariness after.
Hyun-ah had guarded against guys approaching.
But her virginity fell to a playboy disguised as gentle.