Chapter 6: Devoured
At the main gate of Hanil University, Yura waited for Seon-a. The moment she spotted him, her heart swelled with joy. She waved frantically and dashed toward him.
"Seon-a, I've been waiting for you. Let's go together."
Seon-a spotted Yura and was struck by an overwhelming wave of surprise.
Yet he showed nothing of it.
He had long believed that he must "educate" Yura to claim the upper hand in male-female relationships, and he could not afford to reveal any weakness to her.
Yura took Seon-a's hand and spoke.
"Hurry. I have something to show you."
Yura had always intended to drag him straight into sex, but the mention of "something to show" ignited Seon-a's curiosity.
"What is it?"
"You'll find out if you follow me."
Following Yura's hand in hand, they walked for about ten minutes.
There stood a villa village.
"I decided to move out this time. I desperately convinced my parents that girls need independence."
"You did this behind my back? That's too cruel."
Seon-a was stunned by Yura's sudden decision to live independently.
The dorm garden at Hanil University was spacious enough.
Yet Yura's desire to secure a monthly rental room still seemed astonishing.
'She's a gold spoon, so maybe she doesn't even need a monthly rental room.'
Abandoning dormitory life to start living alone would undoubtedly be uncomfortable.
It was an uncomfortable truth Seon-a had learned from his previous life.
"First, come see the room. It's lunchtime, so let's eat lunch too."
"I'm exhausted from waking up early for the opening ceremony. Can't we just rest at a nearby cafe?"
"Then come to 'my home' and take a nap. It's far more comfortable than a cafe."
Her words sounded casual, yet that lascivious smile sent a shiver down Seon-a's spine.
This was clearly her plan to do that forbidden thing in the rental room.
The reason for choosing independent living over dorm life had finally been revealed.
The dorms at Hanil University were strictly separated by gender.
Because the buildings were different, they could never meet.
But once they began living together, they could finally have sex whenever they wanted.
The excuse Yura had used for so long—that no suitable place existed no matter how much of a sex maniac she was—had already been discarded.
Looking at Yura's dignified and beautiful face, Seon-a felt a strange mix of anticipation and dread.
The Yura who had been satisfied with nothing more than kisses from daycare had vanished. In her place stood a woman who now showed ruthless precision when it came to having sex with Seon-a.
Contrary to the faint hope he had felt, fear bloomed inside him.
He realized he was about to see a side of Yura he had never known.
By now, it was too late to pretend ignorance and flee. Seon-a could not pull his hand away from Yura's guiding grip.
Yura's house was cleaner and far more spacious than expected.
It was roughly the size of the house their parents had used as their honeymoon home when Seon-a was born.
Park Yura, Seon-a's mother, was an elder member and executive director of one of Korea's largest guilds.
The suburban house near Cheonpyeong in Seoul was easy to imagine she could afford.
Seon-a wandered around the place, thinking of it as his "friend's" house before they finally had sex.
"It's not even a one-room—it's almost like a newlywed home. It's huge."
After voicing his honest opinion, Yura's face lit up with delight, though she seemed a little embarrassed.
"Want to see the bedroom? There's a shower room and bathroom right inside, and the window overlooks the forest park ahead, so the view is quite nice."
"Let's take a look."
Seon-a didn't notice Yura's face as she led the way.
If he had seen that beautiful yet lascivious smile, he would have stopped the tour, made an excuse about urgent business, and tried to stall for time.
Because the situation in his heart was still unprepared.
Yura had prepared everything since a week before the entrance ceremony for this first time with Seon-a.
She had convinced her parents to rent a place near the school, bought a large bed that was roomy enough for two people, and gathered other appliances necessary for newlywed life.
She had spent a considerable sum with the selfish intention of turning this space into a kind of honeymoon home once she claimed Seon-a as her own. Yet seeing Seon-a admire the house while touring it made her feel strangely satisfied.
Unlike ordinary men, Seon-a's appearance—striking like a celebrity—overflowed with sexual curiosity.
Yet right now, he was looking around the house he would soon share with Seon-a with an innocent expression.
Seon-a wanted to pin him down and have sex as quickly as possible.
She wanted to see the moment that innocent expression would melt into pleasure.
What sweet voice would Seon-a make when he was pinned beneath her and forced to moan?
Smiling faintly and hiding her true desire, she told Seon-a what he wanted to know or what interested her.
Soon, Seon-a would know everything.
How long Seon-a had held back.
And even now, all the way to her own boiling-hot place.
When Seon-a entered the bedroom and gazed at the view from the window, Yura carefully closed the bedroom door without making a sound.
Then she manipulated her smartphone to lock the door from the outside.
This was to ensure the door would never open unless she chose to unlock it herself.
In Yura's heart, she only thought of ravishing Seon-a again and again until Seon-a became her man and surrendered completely, thinking only of her.
"Seon-a, look at this for a moment."
When Yura manipulated the smartphone, the window closed and the curtains automatically drew shut.
"You can control even this with a smartphone. Amazing."
Seon-a admired what Yura showed her and clapped in response.
It was a rather amusing situation, given that it was meant to stall time.
With the room now dim, only a small ray of sunlight filtering through the curtains, the atmosphere had changed. Both of them could guess what was about to happen.
Within the long silence that matched the darkness of the room, with no words between them for a while, Yura spoke first.
"I've held back for a long time. You know that well, don't you?"
After licking her lips once and swallowing the dryness in her throat, Yura pounced on Seon-a.
The girls Seon-a had grown up hearing always said men were weak and needed women to protect them.
Men were fragile beings who could not escape even if they struggled with all their might when women applied force.
It was only natural that women's bodies were stronger than men's.
Seon-a, who had taught her many things and guided her since they were children together at daycare, was like a teacher to Yura.
There had never been a day as exciting as today.
It was a day of joy and sorrow at once.
It was the day she would finally claim the teacher who had taken her away from childhood loneliness, taught her right and wrong, and given her everything she wanted.
After pinning Seon-a down on the bed, Yura began roughly stripping her clothes.
Seon-a tried to resist fiercely, but when he saw Yura's eyes, he froze in terror and stopped struggling.
It was exactly like the day they first met.
On that day, she had taken Seon-a's first kiss, but even after the kiss ended, a lingering regret remained.
That regret she had felt then, she probably understood now.
Was it not simply because her sexual knowledge was still shallow that her had been unaware, but because her feelings for Seon-a had grown far deeper?
She hoped the story her cousin sister had told was true—that if a woman pinned Seon-a down and swallowed his thing with her mouth, he would surrender.
Thinking such thoughts, she stripped every piece of clothing from Seon-a, then herself shed her own clothes.
Only the natural forms of two naked men and women remained on the bed.
For the two naked figures, there was only one thing left.
Before entering the main act, she first admired Seon-a's body.
Snowy white skin, slender jawline, deer-like eyes that looked uneasy, the thing hanging between his legs that she had seen in the erotic video.
Its size was no less impressive than what she had seen in the video.
Yura grabbed that from between Seon-a's legs and wanted to do exactly what she had seen in the erotic video.
When she touched Seon-a's genitals, they felt soft and tender.
As she stroked quickly from top to bottom, a faint sound escaped Seon-a's lips.
"Ah... ah..."
Seeing him desperately try to hold back the sound, Seon-a felt a surge of satisfaction, thinking she was properly feeling a man.
At the same time, its size swelled and rose toward the ceiling.
Yura had to correct her earlier admiration.
It was slightly larger than what she had seen in the erotic video, piercing the sky.
But there was no problem.
While happy that Seon-a was feeling it properly, Yura's lower abdomen burned hot, just like watching an erotic video, and she felt the crack between her legs swallowing the man there with a deep, resonant pulse.
With the same sensation she had when she masturbated, she used one hand to piston Seon-a's penis quickly while furiously fingering her own pussy with the other.
She had forgotten she was supposed to have sex and rubbed Seon-a's and her own together with her hands for a long time before snapping back to her senses.
When she stopped masturbating and came to her senses, she saw a large amount of liquid flowing down from between her legs.
Clear water was also leaking from Seon-a's.
Looking at Seon-a, her hand that had been gripping her penis was now held tightly in Seon-a's snow-white, slender hands, and she was only letting out panting moans.
It was clear he was trying to stop her moving hand.
His face was flushed red, tears overflowing in his eyes, and his pupils were about to roll back.
Seon-a's face was a complete mess because of it.
Since she had done this much, what remained was only one thing.
Just like the woman in the video, she would swallow Seon-a's thing as her own.