Chapter 35
Chapter 35
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 35
Chapter Title: Famous Cheerleader (3)
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“Doesn't this smell nice?”
“Huh? Yeah.”
A hotel in Hannam-dong, Yongsan-gu, Seoul.
In a special suite reserved exclusively for VVIP guests, Lee Ji-ah was drinking with Park Won-jun.
The snacks—wine, chocolate, cheese, and more—were so pricey they could make your hands and feet tremble just looking at the menu.
“It's way more fun drinking like this with someone else. I should do it more often with you, Ji-ah.”
“Haha, sounds good to me.”
“Yeah?”
“Huh?”
Sitting side by side, the two enjoyed the stunning hotel view and fine liquor.
Won-jun turned and gazed tenderly at Ji-ah's face.
“You're really pretty.”
“Eek, what?”
“I've never seen anyone as pretty as you.”
“Liar.”
“For real.”
Ji-ah, her expressions sluggish from the alcohol, smiled and took a sip of wine.
Does he really like me that much?
Ji-ah couldn't help but think Won-jun was totally smitten with her.
His info was limited, but he'd mentioned multiple times that he preferred going solo. A guy like him active as a celebrity? No way that'd go unnoticed.
And that sincere gaze he'd shown all day.
It was just like a pubescent boy head over heels for a pretty girl.
Normally, if a guy dragged you out like this, refusing to let you go home and bringing you to a hotel room, you'd assume he had ulterior motives.
You're the only one for me. The only woman in this world I know besides my mom—
Guys who spout that crap and flip the switch once they get what they want? A dime a dozen.
Ji-ah had heard it plenty and knew the type well.
Especially celebs at her level—few people would truly protect them if something shady went down, so they stayed extra cautious.
But Won-jun was such an oddball that Ji-ah couldn't quite read him.
“Ji-ah, your eyes are so beautiful.”
“Yeah? Oppa, you're pretty cool too.”
“Thanks.”
Won-jun kept staring into Ji-ah's eyes.
He looked entranced, like someone mesmerized by a priceless gem.
“...”
Gulp.
Ji-ah tensed as Won-jun leaned in closer.
What's going on?
Was he really into her? Or was this all an act?
Ji-ah was utterly confused.
“Ji-ah, stay a bit longer.”
“What?”
“No, just... sleep over.”
“Oppa.”
His words made Ji-ah's heart sink.
What did that mean?
Sleep over—she got that part. But what was the hidden implication?
Any other guy, and she'd have bolted, thinking she misjudged him.
But she was pretty buzzed, this wasn't some dingy room, and he wasn't your average dude.
“Huh?”
“I want to be with you, Ji-ah.”
Won-jun took Ji-ah's hand.
Too sudden to react.
“It's late. Shower and let's hang till morning.”
“Oppa, um, that is...”
“Don't you want to?”
“No, it's not that.”
“I'd feel so lonely sleeping alone. Stay by my side?”
“Oppa...”
Won-jun's words left the usually confident Ji-ah fidgeting, her eyes wide like a deer's.
High nose bridge, perfect head shape, big eyes.
Ji-ah's classy features now trembled like a lost little girl.
Won-jun had suddenly turned bold, aggressive even.
Forcing an answer before she could think it through.
Exactly his intention.
When pursuing a girl you'd just met, don't give her too much time to think.
Basic theory he'd mastered.
Smooth.
Ji-ah's eyes darted back and forth.
Won-jun casually stroked her shoulder.
Perfect.
All the puzzle pieces fit.
Get her tipsy to cloud her judgment.
Seduce with the mood, the breathtaking Seoul night view.
Late hour, prime Seoul location but notoriously hard-to-reach hotel.
She'd dressed up, uncomfortable shoes all day—exhausted. Booze in her system, killer room. She'd want to crash here.
Unless iron-willed, no way she'd push back and trek home uncomfortably.
And this girl? Countless guys dying to give her rides. Uncomfortable trips her norm? Taxi stand meant a long walk outside this massive hotel.
Final piece.
Won-jun didn't squeeze hard, but positioned his massive frame to envelop her slender one naturally.
This overwhelming physical gap makes refusal tough once locked in.
Right here.
He considered grabbing her huge breasts suddenly, sending a no-escape message laced with fear.
But her vibe seemed comfy, flowing easy—no need. Save that for resistance.
“Oppa, then... just sleep, since I'm tired.”
“You shower first, Ji-ah.”
“Mm.”
Won-jun said if it was just sleeping, she'd go shower without protest.
He'd actually stick to it.
Or claim just holding hands—but no plans there.
This way was more fun.
Shhhhh.
“Haa.”
In the luxurious shower, Ji-ah washed up.
She hadn't skimped on underwear just in case, but hadn't planned to give in on first meet.
Yet here she was—room, drinks, now showering.
Sleeping together was happening. Would it end there?
He was buzzed too, mood screaming sex ahead.
“No way.”
Ji-ah muttered softly to herself.
“...”
Wait, is it okay?
Brought her here, touches escalating—he wasn't that innocent.
But no rude vibes so far.
Didn't seem like a one-night stand hunter or fuckbuddy type.
And heading home now? Exhausting.
Uncomfy heels all day, long walk for a cab from this hotel—drunk to boot, no chance.
Screw future worries. Just crave comfort now, regret tomorrow if needed.
Shhhhh.
“...”
Washed and dried, Ji-ah clutched her face and lay down.
Shower roared—guy, probably quick.
“No way.”
Ji-ah kept mumbling.
Thoughts flipping every five seconds.
No good—but unavoidable.
Not as great as hoped? Need more time.
Rare catch at her level. Jump in? No, can't seem easy.
Thoughts scattered, so she could only follow his lead.
And that usually led one place.
Just wait it out.
Regret stalls choices. Easier handing reins to him.
Less self-loathing later—just blame him.
Max her value, snag top guy.
Then steer him.
Classic female survival play.
Ji-ah thought she'd walked that path solidly—till now, ditching choice at crunch time.
Slide.
Won-jun emerged, hair already dry.
Thud.
Thus, they hit the bed.
“...”
“Sleep?”
Ten minutes passed?
Won-jun's hand on Ji-ah's shoulder.
She flinched.
Busted—not asleep.
As expected.
Ji-ah realized he wanted her body.
Still, she hoped it wasn't the goal from jump—lust just bubbled up midway.
And couples who fuck first, date later? More common than she'd thought.
Guess we're doing it with oppa right away.
Whatever. Reins handed—self-justify now.
“Mm, oppa, lights off.”
“Just a bit longer.”
Face and body this perfect—why lights out?
Won-jun had zero intention.
Easier than thought.
Speech, reactions—total win.
She clearly wanted it too.
Too easy? Kinda boring.
“Ji-ah.”
Won-jun hugged tight from the side. Should've teased slower—but rushing on purpose.
“...Um, wait.”
“Yeah?”
Heart pounding, Ji-ah hesitated, then spoke.
“Oppa, you like me?”
“Yeah?”
Ji-ah turned, locking eyes straight.
No guarantee from words, but she wanted to hear it.
“I like you.”
Won-jun answered, hugging tighter.
He's serious.
He really did.
Pretty, killer body—dream girl for tons of guys.
How not to love?
Just not exclusive—affection style a tad unique.
“Haa.”
Won-jun kissed Ji-ah.
Now hands' turn.
Hand on those huge tits, mismatched to her slim frame.
All-natural megabombs—no fake feel.
While dudes debated surgery online, Won-jun groped for real.
Perfect.
Won-jun thrilled.
How many jerked to her cheer routines, dance shorts, TV clips—craving these tits, dominating her?
Kinda juvenile, but the thought revved him.
“Mmph!”
“...”
Won-jun's rapid advance startled Ji-ah.
Hand in panties already?
“Haa, these're in the way—off.”
Mid-kiss, Won-jun pulled back and said.
Skillfully bypassing wide hips, panties peeled.
“Ahh!”
Near-hairless pretty pussy—Won-jun played it masterfully.
Kisses resumed.
Ji-ah's anxiety faded, pleasure taking over.
Teased entrance first, then soft clit strokes.
Won-jun liked pain but loved arousal too.
Tonight, hands over tongue to punish her.
“Mmmph!”
Fingers slid in, hooked up for G-spot.
How'd he find it so fast?
First-meet guy nailing her sensitive spot—intense pleasure hit Ji-ah.
Fingering's a gamble.
Nail it, melt her pre-insertion. Botch, just pain and fear—shrink her up.
Worst: rage-quit and bounce.
But Won-jun's vast experience nailed it.
Bold, long middle and index fingers pumped.
Ji-ah clamped legs at first odd feel, then relaxed.
“Haa, haa.”
Fingers out—Ji-ah panted, mind blown by his fingerwork.
Pride stung, but honestly? Craved more.
“Can't hold back.”
Won-jun grinned, shedding panties.
Her words suggested no plans to give it up today—conquering a reluctant girl? Peak rush.
“O-oppa.”
“Yeah? Why?”
“...”
Snapped back, Ji-ah swallowed.
What the hell's that size?
Biggest dick ever—goosebumps thinking it inside.
“Aaah, Ji-ah, you're too good.”
But he was eager.
Won-jun spread her legs, fingered pussy for wetness—prepping insertion.
“Oppa, gentle...”
“Yeah.”
Dick approached.
Hotel entry to now—thoughts galore, but body surrendered. Just prayed less pain.
No romance for that earlier bliss at this size.
“Oppa, wait.”
“...”
“Condom. Aaah!”
“Yeah?”
Won-jun pretended not to hear, thrust in raw.
“Ahh, feels good.”
“Mmph!”
Covered her mouth, lifted legs—piledriver pounding from above.
Flail all she wants—mouth sealed, no screams. No biting tongue either.
Raw-fucking condom-askers? Never gets old.
Glad Ji-ah got this treat.