How Does Brother Namgung Know a Tanned Delinquent…?
"You know the rules, right?
Sit with your legs spread. Don't refuse when someone touches your body.
And last of all—within seven days starting today, do something dirty with Han Yuyeon.
If you fail… Han Yuyeon is mine. Got it?"
"Nnh…"
I gave a small nod at Maeng Harang's whisper, swearing to myself that if it meant protecting Han Yuyeon, I would throw myself at him body and soul and seduce him no matter what.
…It was a little embarrassing to think it myself, but I had at least some confidence in my looks.
And as a last resort, I also kept a quiet hope tucked away in one corner of my mind—that if things didn't go the way I wanted, I could just come clean and explain the situation, and somehow it would work out.
"Ah—and of course, you can't tell Han Yuyeon about any of this—"
"Ugh…
Keep piling on conditions like that and isn't it a little much…?"
"Come on. If you told him, that guy would just go along with it whether he felt like it or not. That's not an extra condition—that's the obvious one. I only said it because I figured Big Bro Gaeul might try to cheat."
Maeng Harang had clearly seen that far ahead and tacked on one more rule. Faced with logic that, on the surface, was hard to argue with, I had no choice but to nod.
So how, exactly, was I supposed to seduce Han Yuyeon into shooting one off… no, into finishing?
First things first—I need somewhere the two of us can be alone, right…?
After turning it over carefully, I settled on a plan: take Yuyeon somewhere suitable—maybe the flowerbed thicket where we'd tumbled around last time, or a quiet corner of the rear courtyard where people rarely went—and have a secret rendezvous.
"…But where am I supposed to find Yuyeon…?"
The plan hit an unexpected snag right at the start: I had no idea where Han Yuyeon even was.
The Imperial Academy was vast, the student body enormous, and students weren't assigned to fixed classrooms—they simply hunted down whichever lectures they wanted. Finding Han Yuyeon on campus was roughly half as hard as finding a particular Mr. Wang in Nanjing: a seriously difficult challenge.
"…Mmm… Then maybe I should just wait by the cafeteria entrance at lunch…?"
The strategy I wrung out of a brain I didn't usually put to much use was this: once morning classes ended, wait for Yuyeon in front of the cafeteria.
Why the cafeteria? Because of the Academy's peculiar attendance system, which was checked there.
Lunch at the Academy could be drawn free of charge from the cafeteria (the cost was already folded into tuition), but in exchange, attendance had to be recorded without fail in a designated ledger at the cafeteria itself.
In practice, though, most people—myself and Maeng Harang included—just swung by at lunch to mark attendance and then skipped afternoon classes entirely. Even those who did attend the afternoon lectures usually bought food elsewhere or brought a packed lunch.
There was no grand reason for it. The food simply tasted terrible.
This mass rejection of cafeteria meals wasn't limited to the well-off preparatory students who'd bought their way in with donations; plenty of ordinary students joined in unless they were truly strapped for cash. How bad the food was hardly needed explaining.
At any rate, even if Han Yuyeon didn't eat lunch, he still had to show up at the cafeteria during the lunch hour to get his attendance credited. If you needed to meet someone with no appointment and no contact information, waiting in front of the cafeteria was about the best option available.
"So, uh… Harang. Seowol.
I've got to wait for someone in front of the cafeteria today… so I don't think I can eat with you guys…"
After a long morning of lectures—which, to be fair, had passed reasonably well thanks to a light novel I'd been reading—I told Im Seowol and Maeng Harang I couldn't join them for lunch. Neither of them particularly minded; they waved me off without fuss.
"Do whatever—
I'm just gonna grab lunch with Big Bro Seowol and skip this afternoon's classes."
"…I was planning to sit through the afternoon lectures myself, but… anyway, got it.
See you later, then."
How on earth had Maeng Harang put those bizarre rules on me—
—sit with your legs spread; don't refuse when someone touches your body—
—and then claimed he'd know if I broke them?
After mulling it over the past few days, I'd arrived at a hazy conclusion: Maeng Harang had eyes and ears all over the Academy.
He hadn't come out and bragged about it to my face, of course.
But whenever I walked the campus with him, people greeted him wherever we went—and it was blindingly obvious that whatever those people saw and heard would find its way back to him.
Whether that network ran on connections or on money.
Either way, anything that happened inside the Academy—unless it took place somewhere as secluded and unwatched as the thicket where I'd tumbled with Han Yuyeon—was extremely hard to be sure Maeng Harang wouldn't hear about.
And the reason I was thinking about all of this right now was…
"You can't fight back anyway, right?
So why don't you go cry to your boyfriend for help like last time?"
…because the same delinquent student who'd been harassing me before Han Yuyeon kicked his legs out from under him and saved me had grabbed my wrist while I was leaning against a wall near the cafeteria waiting for Yuyeon, and dragged me off somewhere out of sight.
"…You coward…!"
Genuine fury surged through me at the delinquent's behavior. My voice shook with helpless rage, and the delinquent just smirked with a nasty little laugh.
"Last time you had your whole belly showing. This time you dressed up pretty cute, huh?
Boyfriend say he doesn't like outfits that are too slutty?"
Does this bastard know Maeng Harang too…?
No—he knows I can't fight back. That means he definitely knows Maeng Harang…
I considered kicking him in the groin and running, but if this guy ratted me out to Maeng Harang, I'd automatically lose our bet.
And if that happened, Maeng Harang might take Han Yuyeon's virginity (?). For the sake of protecting my only remaining childhood friend, I couldn't—however furious it made me—resist this despicable man.
"…H-hurry up and touch me… and finish… please…"
Last time I'd been helpless under this man's hands. This time, I swore I would not act like some easy little bitch.
I bit my lip and muttered it under my breath. His hands shoved up the clothes I'd chosen with some care for Yuyeon's sake, and a moment later I felt his fingers stroking my thighs.
"Hah… nnh…♡"
"What, you putting on airs just 'cause you've got a boyfriend now?
You're nothing but a trash-tier dick-sleeve."
I bit down harder on my lip, trying to swallow the moan that slipped out on its own as he stroked the already hypersensitive insides of my thighs—but seeing that only seemed to piss him off more.
"Lean against the wall and stick your ass out."
"………"
I shot him a reluctant glare, braced myself against the wall, and pushed my hips back. Without hesitation he yanked my underwear down, toyed with the plug a few times, unlocked it, and pulled it free of my ass.
Schlick—
"Hooook…♡
D-dick… mating… is off-limits…♡"
I could feel my unplugged hole fluttering open and shut, begging to be filled again. I twisted around to look at him and desperately insisted that his cock was not allowed.
All Yuyeon and I had managed so far was kissing. If I took some other man's cock again… I really felt like there would be no going back.
"…Tsk. Come to think of it, he did say forced penetration was off the table, didn't he…?
Well. Can't be helped."
Schlick—
A moment later, something far smaller than a cock pressed slowly into the entrance of my ass. From the shape of the tip I could feel through my hole, I knew exactly what it was.
"Hooooh…♡"
Ah—his finger…♡
Even if we were tucked out of the way, the rapturous sensation of a man's long finger violating my rear pussy out in the open made my whole body shudder.
But it was only his middle finger, slowly fucking in and out. I kept expecting something else long and similar—his index finger, his ring finger—to push in as well, but no matter how long I waited, nothing more came.
Thrust— schlick—
"Hnn… haaah…"
Of course a single finger felt good to a point—but for someone who'd already tasted the climax of a thick cock packing the hole full and grinding hard against the prostate, one finger thinner even than the plug couldn't help but feel lacking.
Ah—this guy… he's trying to tease me…!
"Ahn, ah, aaah…♡"
I clenched and squeezed, trying to force the stimulation in my rear pussy harder—but my hole had already degraded into a plush little sleeve that loved wrapping snugly around a cock. No matter how much I tensed, all I managed was to feel every single knuckle of his finger with agonizing sensitivity. Climax stayed hopelessly out of reach.
"Whoa… look at that meat-hole wringing down from the inside.
One finger not enough for you?"
And the whole sequence of things I'd just done only gave the man more ammunition to mock me, once he felt me deliberately clenching my ass around him.
"Haaauu… shut uuup…♡"
It had been the same with that guy Naerip last time. Why were all these greasy types so good at doing filthy things while being so thoroughly, uselessly annoying?
Schlick—
"Hnnn…♡"
At last he seemed to decide he'd teased me enough. He pulled his finger free of my rear pussy and started rubbing the broad tip of his glans against the entrance of my ass.
"How about it? Bet you can barely hold out anymore. Want me to shove my cock in?"
The rapturous feeling of his cock rubbing against my hole—fluttering open in search of a master—almost made me waver for a second. Then I thought of Yuyeon, whom I should have met by now, and clenched my teeth hard.
"…I wooon't… cheat any mooore…♡
If you're done touching… then just finish alreadyyy…♡♡"