Chapter 278
Chapter 278
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: The Cool Beauty Idol's Obsession
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I got that she was pissed about the noise all night, but was it really okay to go straight for that the moment we met in the morning?
In the hallway, right before heading to school, no less.
'She's thoroughly twisted, huh?'
Next to me, Ayoung had her arm linked with mine, glaring with wide eyes. In front of me, Park Seoyoon was fiddling with my dick.
Just looking at the situation, it was paradise—no heaven better—but the backstory was a chaotic mess.
Setting aside the side for now, the front was the problem.
I quickly racked my brain on how to react to those fingers crawling over my dick like they were dancing.
Pretend nothing was happening and stand there like a stone statue: first option.
Overact and give Park Seoyoon the reaction she wanted: second option.
'Second one's better.'
Forced into acting I'd never done in my life.
I subtly felt the grip tighten and twisted one thigh.
"Ugh!"
I even frowned to sell the realism.
Shin Ayoung, oblivious to the truth, tightened her hold on my arm and yanked me toward her.
"Oppa, you okay?"
"Just twisted my ankle a bit. No big deal."
I reassured her and sneaked a glance at Park Seoyoon.
Her lips curved up even more. She seemed satisfied with my performance.
'Since she confirmed it for real, she 100% believes it now.'
Unlike the full-on assault I'd expected, her hand detached from the dildo.
She withdrew her hand from the eco-bag and reverted to her expressionless face.
Like she'd only touched it briefly to verify.
"By the way, we haven't even properly introduced ourselves yet? I've already gone casual with Hye-yoon from next door."
"Casual with Hye-yoon?"
"Ran into her by chance at the convenience store yesterday. She recognized me, so I just dropped the formalities."
Her decisiveness was impressive. Years in the industry shining through, she was incredibly proactive.
She extended her hand first for a shake.
With just a light palm touch, Park Seoyoon smiled and continued.
"You probably know, but I'm Park Seoyoon. Just started my second year at Mirae University, 24 years old."
"I'm Park Woojin, 24, in the College of Engineering."
"I'm Shin Ayoung, 22, same department as Oppa."
Caught up in the mood, Shin Ayoung finished her intro too. Park Seoyoon clapped at the name.
"Ah! You're the one rumored to be the prettiest girl at school~"
"Me?"
"Just walking around, and guys go like this."
She cleared her throat with a hem-hem, then launched into an impression complete with gestures.
"Hey, hey. Park Seoyoon's super hot and all, but personally, I think Shin Ayoung's prettier?"
"They're the same tier, but Seoyoon's got that celebrity buff."
Finishing her quick impression, Park Seoyoon beamed and offered her hand again.
"Stuff like that. You're every bit as pretty as the rumors say."
"Ah... I can't hold a candle to a celebrity. Still, thanks."
"No way. If anything, you're prettier than the rumors."
The two slathered gold on each other's faces.
True sincerity or fake, who knew—but the atmosphere was harmonious, so it wasn't bad.
Once acquainted, Park Seoyoon turned back to me with a bright smile.
"But we're the same age, so casual speech okay?"
Behind that beaming face lurked pitch-black intentions, but there was no reason to refuse.
I didn't know how she'd act going forward, but having a celebrity friend was a net positive.
"Sure. Casual it is."
And so, in this subtly tangled dynamic, we rode the elevator down.
Thud... thud...
Just like yesterday, girls on both sides as I headed to school. Even more stares today.
Of course, courtesy of the girl on my left.
No longer hiding, Park Seoyoon had ditched her hat and mask, flaunting her stunning looks outright.
"Oh, right, Woojin."
"Yeah?"
"You said College of Engineering—what do you usually study?"
Utterly ignoring the stares, she chatted confidently.
Weird when I thought about it.
She knew I'd been fucking Ayoung all night, yet here she was, glued to my side.
Her head must've been dominated by thoughts of playing with the wireless-connected dildo—those black eyes shooting daggers from right beside me might as well have been invisible.
"Just mechanics and random stuff."
"Hmm... Yeah? Mind showing me your timetable? Curious."
"Hold on."
I pulled up the schedule saved on my phone and handed it over.
Park Seoyoon scanned the course names, let out a low groan, then suddenly exclaimed excitedly.
"Ah! You take this class too?"
"Which one?"
"This... Prof. XXX's XXXXX Studies."
A required liberal arts elective I'd signed up for since I hadn't taken it in my first two years.
You too? I swallowed the uneasy phrasing and opened my mouth.
"You taking it too?"
"Yeah. The title looked fun, so I signed up. Guess my first uni friend and I will be in class together?"
She giggled gleefully. But to me, it hit like a thunderbolt.
'This is basically saying she'll grope my dick during class, watching every reaction.'
How was this different from voyeur mode? Should I drop it?
No—better to keep her in sight. At least I could predict her moves, roughly.
"Happy for me too. Class with a celebrity."
"Right? And later, guide me around campus as my senior. Famous spots and all."
"I study all day—don't know that stuff."
"Still, you've heard things."
I'd hinted at refusal indirectly, but she wouldn't budge. Just how far did she plan to torment me?
I shot an SOS look at Shin Ayoung.
Maybe giving the newbie a shot? Jealous eyes blazing, but she said nothing.
Looked like a rough school day ahead.
Moments later, we stopped at the path between the College of Engineering and Music College, exchanging goodbyes.
"See ya later, Woojin."
"Yeah."
I gave a casual wave to the oddly excited Park Seoyoon and turned away.
Once inside the building, the hitherto silent Shin Ayoung spoke up.
"Oppa, did you already do something to her?"
"Do what? I didn't do anything."
"That... um... she just looked so happy, and I kept wondering why."
Still puzzled, she kept furrowing her brows in thought.
"I figured she'd be mad about the noise at dawn or act negative, but nothing."
"Unexpected for me too."
"Yeah? Maybe she already fell for how cool you are?"
"With celebs piled up around her, no way. My face probably looks like a squid to her."
"Pfft, what? At least squid-plus level."
"Gee, thanks."
Exchanging idle banter as we climbed the stairs, Park Seoyoon's image suddenly replayed in my head.
In the bathroom stall, she'd pulled out the dildo and sat on the toilet.
"Those twitches this morning were seriously cute. Bet she has no clue who's doing it."
Grinning innocently like a kid with a gift, she slowly stroked the glans.
Of course, as she repeated it, that smile twisted into something impish.
"Fucking all night, keeping me from sleep, and playing with two girls? Time for punishment."
Park Seoyoon finally voiced her reason for tormenting me.
Gripping the shaft properly now, she started stroking up and down.
'Gotta dodge quick, or I'll blow right through my pants.'
She had class soon too, so she wouldn't linger.
Decision made, I bolted for the bathroom.
"Stomachache—gonna hit the toilet. Go on ahead."
"Okay. Blast it good."
Blast, yeah—but not that kind.
I hid my half-erect dick as best I could and slipped into a stall.
Pants down, the fully swollen thing sprang upright.
My dick, shaking with every touch from Park Seoyoon.
The twitching must've been a sight—she rubbed the glans and shaft with both hands, picking up speed.
"Bet she's panicking right now. Probably rushed to the bathroom, scared of what's happening."
Even imagining it thrilled her; her lips curled higher.
Behind that pure-looking face, such depraved urges lurked.
Not that I could talk.
'Gotta endure somehow. No countermeasures by end of day, and cumming in front of classmates is just a matter of time.'
First day, though—she wouldn't go too extreme.
I relaxed my mind and started enjoying her touch.
Not just anyone gets a celebrity handjob first thing in the morning.
Two hours later.
Finished with majors, headed to the liberal arts building.
To avoid attention, I took the back row by the window.
Outside grew rowdy.
I knew the situation without looking.
Pretending to zone out straight ahead, a sweet scent wafted over, and my chair scraped back.
"You look even more worn out than this morning. Something happen?"
There was Park Seoyoon, greeting me cheerfully with an utterly clueless expression.