Threesome Sex with My Female Friend's Boyfriend (5)
"Hey!"
I turned at the voice calling me and found a pink-haired girl I'd never seen before standing there, smiling brightly with her hands clasped behind her back.
"...You're in our department too, right? Nice to meet you! I'm Lee Daye. Looking forward to getting along."
Lee Daye. I'd heard the name often enough. She was famous in our department as the girl who kept a whole school of male fish on the hook—a classic fisherwoman.
Naturally the rumors about her weren't flattering. That she swapped guys almost every day, that she'd put out easily if you asked after a few drinks, that she slept around even with a boyfriend...
It was only later that I learned all of that was exaggerated gossip cooked up by the guys who'd escaped her fishing grounds.
At the time, though, I couldn't help looking at Daye with a sour eye.
"...Yeah. Hi."
With that I spun on my heel and walked off. Daye stared after me in disbelief, then muttered under her breath.
"...Fuck, what the hell is this guy's problem. So goddamn rude."
So that was how Daye and I first impressed each other.
About a month later, a small incident happened.
It was the period when, three or four months into university, I was still a total loner with zero friends, living through gray, empty days.
I was walking across campus when I suddenly heard a commotion. Turning toward the sound, I saw a man and woman tangled up in the alley between buildings.
It was hard to make out from a distance, but the girl's pink hair told me it was probably Daye.
I watched the two of them tangled together with pure disdain. Looking closer, though, something felt off.
At first I thought they were just making out passionately. Then I realized the girl was desperately resisting while the guy forced her into a hug and kissed her, his dirty hands groping her chest and crotch.
"...Tsk..."
I hesitated a moment, then finally trudged over toward the alley.
Not that I planned to do anything in particular—I just stood there blankly watching what the two of them were doing.
The guy was so absorbed in the kiss he didn't notice me at first. When he belatedly spotted me he jumped and spat out curses.
"You fucking—what the hell are you doing, you bastard? Get the fuck out of here!"
"Mmph...! Mmmph! Mmmph!"
Daye's mouth was covered by the guy's hand as she thrashed desperately, shooting me a pleading look.
I said nothing, just shoved my hands deep into my pockets and kept standing there watching the scene.
With me standing outside the alley like that, people started thinking it was weird and gathering around, whispering.
Finally the guy got thoroughly annoyed and let Daye go.
"...Ha, fuck, this shitty underclassman bastard... You better watch yourself, you son of a bitch. I've got your face memorized."
Then he left Daye behind and hurried off in a fluster.
"......Haa, haa......"
Daye dropped to her knees, breathing hard.
I stared at her for a long moment, then wordlessly spun around to leave.
Daye hurriedly called me back.
"Hey, wait a sec...!!"
I reluctantly stopped. Daye hastily fixed her clothes and dashed out of the alley.
She poked me, then said with a prim expression,
"...Don't tell anyone what you saw today. Especially not my boyfriend. Ever..."
From how desperate she looked, it seemed Daye had been the one to call the guy out in the first place.
She just hadn't expected the guy she summoned to try to force himself on her like that.
I looked at her with pity, then eventually shrugged and turned away.
Since I didn't talk to anyone in the department anyway, granting Daye's request wouldn't be hard.
When I turned away so coldly, Daye flinched like her pride had taken a scratch, then suddenly dashed over and grabbed my shoulder.
"...Hey, wait just a minute."
I turned with a 'what now?' look. Daye scratched her cheek, then flushed and mumbled,
"...If you're free, want to grab dinner together tonight? After what just happened and all, my treat. How about it?"
...I swear on my life that when I accepted Daye's offer, it wasn't because I was interested in her.
It was pure curiosity. What this girl would think looking at me, what nonsense she'd spout.
Daye really was a chatterbox. Even after going through something like that today, she talked to me cheerfully the whole time like nothing had happened.
Even when I just nodded stiffly without much reaction, Daye didn't care one bit.
While we were talking, Daye casually leaned forward to deliberately show off her cleavage. When she caught my gaze flicking there for a second, she grinned.
Looking satisfied, she straightened up again and said to me,
"...I know, you know? What you guys call me."
Then she downed her drink in one go, set it down with a clack, and said,
"You call me a man-eater, right? I heard it all, you bastards."
"......"
That was actually one of the many nicknames for Daye. I didn't particularly deny it and just sipped the drink in my glass.
Daye looked at me, then flicked her hair with a laugh and said,
"...But what can I do? I like guys, fuck. Is it a crime to be born a girl and like men? Huh?
But don't call me a slut, okay? That really pisses me off. I might look like this, but I'm still a virgin... Ah fuck, what am I saying! I must be drunk... hehe..."
I glanced at Daye with an incredulous look and shook my head slightly.
Then Daye glanced at me, leaned forward again, and pulled the neck of her clothes with her fingers to stretch it.
That made her cleavage even more visible than before. I could even clearly see the mole near her nipple.
Flushed, Daye grinned and whispered to me,
"...So? What do you think of me?"
"......"
I stared blankly at Daye's cleavage, then casually averted my eyes and answered quietly,
"...You look like a scared kid."
Daye flinched and stared at me with wide eyes. I picked up my glass, drained it, set it down, and said,
"...What are you so afraid of?"
Looking back, I don't really know what I was thinking saying that. Probably I was a bit drunk myself.
But by chance, those words hit Daye right in the core.
"...I look scared? Me?"
Daye slowly straightened up, crossed her arms, and looked at me, murmuring quietly.
It was less a question to me and more one to herself.
After thinking for a bit, Daye suddenly burst out laughing, clutching her stomach and cackling.
"Ahahaha...! Haha, reeeally...? Wow, fuck, how great is that? First time anyone's caught that... How the hell did you know? Are you a shaman? Is that why you had no friends?"
"...It's not like that."
I snapped curtly and poured a new glass. Daye poured into her own too, held it out for a toast, and said,
"...Then here's a question. What am I so scared of~?"
"How would I know. I'm not actually a shaman."
I replied incredulously and clinked glasses. Daye shrugged regretfully and downed her drink.
"...The answer is... my mom! More precisely, I'm scared of becoming the same bitch as my mom."
"......"
I looked at Daye silently. She swirled her glass so the remaining alcohol spun like a whirlpool and muttered lowly,
"My mom was a real fucking slut, you know. Even after getting married she slept around with a bunch of guys. That's why she and Dad got divorced. And even after that she never got her shit together and just kept meeting this guy and that guy.
...I know what you're thinking. That instead of being scared, I've already become just like that, right?
But I'm different. At least after I get married, I won't live like that. I'll never do that kind of thing to my kid.
So just until then, just while I'm a college student... I want to enjoy it a little... Ah fuck, I'm getting drunk..."
Daye muttered to herself, then groaned and held her forehead like she was dizzy.
Then she suddenly lifted her head, pointed at me, and shouted,
"...You! Don't you have something? Huh? Don't you have some sob story like that, you bastard..."
Of course I had a story, though nothing to brag about. But I had absolutely no desire to bring up Yumin in front of Daye.
I shook my head slightly and said coldly,
"...I'm not like you."
I thought there was no way I could have any fear. More accurately, it was closer to having become unable to feel any emotion at all.
But when I glanced at Daye, to my surprise she was looking at me with a drunk face and grinning.
I frowned, annoyed, and grumbled,
"...What, why are you laughing?"
"You're just like me, huh?"
When Daye said that with a bright smile, I flushed and got angry.
"No I'm not, what are you talking about."
"You dumb~ass, you just don't know it. Hehe..."
There was no point arguing further since it wouldn't reach Daye's ears anyway, so I just gave up.
Daye held out her glass and said with a drunken, slurred tongue,
"Come on, toast between cowards~"
"...You do it, I'm not..."
"Ha, for a guy you're so petty... Okay, cancel. There there, our little Jihoon~ wasn't a coward~"
"...Haa..."
And so that day passed, and the next day, strange things started happening.
Daye started acting all buddy-buddy with me and introducing me to her circle of friends.
At first I naturally refused in disgust, but Daye ignored that and practically forced me into the group.
As I got closer to various people even if forcibly, my personality gradually started to change.
My cold way of speaking softened so as not to make people around me uncomfortable, and after realizing there were more good people in the world than I thought, my indifferent nature flipped into one that butted into others' business.
After a year, I had so many friends that the memory of being a loner had grown hazy.
So it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the person I am now was made by Daye alone.
And so, in a corner of my heart, Daye always remained a precious connection, someone I owed a debt of gratitude to.
...That Daye was now doomed to live the rest of her life in miserable suffering.
Of course Daye herself bore some fault for how things turned out, but if Ayeong hadn't caused the Common Sense Alteration in the first place, none of this would have happened.
To set everything right, I absolutely had to meet Ayeong.
Even if something was waiting for me ahead.
Creeeak...
When I arrived at the house address Ayeong had given me, the door was open as if it had been waiting for me.