Do I Like Women Too Much?
Someone might ask if I don't like women too much.
My answer? You're damn right.
I work out, take care of my skin, and wear designer clothes precisely because I love women. But I never thought of myself as some sex-crazed beast with a brain in its dick. I'm just a guy with a healthy libido who's honest about his desires.
Honestly, every other guy loves women just as much. They just won't admit it outright because it looks bad. I kept it under wraps too—for the simple reason that "no woman wants a guy who cycles through girls like tissues."
On the surface, you gotta be the polite, charming nice guy to get popular. What you think inside doesn't show. Like on a fancy restaurant date, even if you're wondering, "What color are her pussy lips?" she has no clue. Just hand her a handkerchief, speak in that smooth baritone, and keep the small talk flowing.
This isn't misogyny. I swear, no man loves women more than I do—why would I trash them? If anything, I'd drag other filthy pervs through the mud. And yeah, that includes me.
Getting to the point: sex is at the core of everything I do.
"Gulp..."
After dinner, once all my roommates headed off to shower, I sat alone on my bed, wrestling with a dilemma I couldn't share with anyone.
Should I go for it? Nah, too much of a gamble... But the odds are decent, right? I know the future.
Too many variables. I saw exactly what happens if you fail.
"The penalty for failure... Shit... Yeah, that kills the vibe..."
No! Change perspective. Aside from Lee Kangin, every trainee looks at me with contempt anyway. If I fail, what do I really lose? You can't steal from a broke beggar.
"Alright... Worst case, I can rewind time anyway... Let's do it!"
I made up my mind. Blanc was right. Fortune favors the bold. Or something like that. You won't achieve shit if you're too scared.
High odds of success, and bailing out of fear? That's loser behavior. Once decided, no turning back. Execution in a few hours.
*
"Blanc? You pull yourself together?"
"Ugh... Don't remind me... Worst experience of my life..."
"You look way better than this morning, though."
Blanc's morning ordeal was shocking, but the lunchtime fiasco with Ri Shaolin overshadowed it, so it got buried in the chatter. Lucky break for him. His color was back, even if he still looked a bit haunted.
"Makes me curious now. What the hell happened between the instructor and Ri Shaolin?"
"Oh! Right, you weren't there! It's a long story..."
I cut off Blanc mid-excite with a palm-up stop. Sorry, but I've got plans—no time for the full tale. I asked for the summary.
.
.
.
"...Whoa... She's insane..."
"Right? Total psycho!"
You could say Ri Shaolin was another victim of Chris Bennett's madness, like Blanc. He even felt sympathy for her.
"Speaking of the instructor... I mean, the woman."
"Call her Gwangnyeon-i. She said to."
"Uh... Gwangnyeon-i... I saw the whole thing front-row by accident. What I'm saying is... she's totally..."
I could guess the rest. Witnessing her crazy games up close? Bad for the psyche. Disgusting? Repulsive? Something like that.
"...smoking hot."
"Yeah, totally smoking—wait, what?"
I doubted my ears. Couldn't keep a straight face. I stared at Blanc like, You serious?
The other three roommates, chilling nearby, overheard and rushed over.
"Oh man! That morning trauma must've broken him! Blanc, it's okay—mental illness can be cured with meds and therapy..."
"But there's no psych ward here!? Fuck! Gwangnyeon-i ruined my friend!"
"Don't worry... sniff... Blanc... I'll avenge you... I won't forget you... sob..."
"Today, we lost a dear friend. If you cherish your bros, swear revenge on that instructor right here..."
"I'm still alive and totally sane, guys...?"
Sorry, but after that ordeal, calling her sexy? Sure, she's hot physically. But from you?
"I'm dead serious. What if... I'm into her?"
God... Straight out of a rom-com cliché. [Classic denial line when you're already smitten] Number two on the list. Side note: Number one is "Whoa... I almost fell for you just now."
Blanc looked utterly sincere. Jittery bridge effect gone nuclear? Heart pounding from terror, mistaking it for love?
But then my roommates chimed in, shredding my sanity. Natural Healing wouldn't save this.
"...Truth is, I was eyeing her too."
"...S-so was I..."
"Ahem..."
My brain's melting!! I always figured I had above-average lust. But these half-baked weirdos? My confidence is tanking.
Feel love after that? Sure, I'd fuck Gwangnyeon-i if given the chance—beg for it, even. But lust and love are different. As a girlfriend? Too... too... wild, right?
"But the instructor's got charm, y'know?"
"True. Path to her heart's thorny, but a real man wants the challenge."
Hmm... Their vibe was pure, puppy-love infatuation, not raw lust like mine.
Fuck... I give up.
Lust and love are separate. They're just dudes with quirky tastes. Whatever.
No use overthinking—they're beyond me.
"Chanyoung, what about you?"
"Me? Eh... haha. Dunno."
"Figures... Never had a girlfriend, right? No shade, just saying—don't take it wrong."
If a hot guy said that, it'd sting. But Blanc? Despite the fancy French name, he's... not much to look at. Standard ugly-guy banter. Objectively, this obese body screams "eternal virgin," so no comeback.
Chatting dragged on till showtime. Time for my long-awaited plan.
"Chanyoung, heading out?"
"This late? No way you scored a date."
"...Hard to believe."
"It was a joke—why so serious? We just got here. No time to even chat up girls..."
"Might sneak out overnight. If I'm not back, don't wait up. Cool?"
They all gawked, jaws dropped. I flashed a casual grin, opened the door, and stepped out.
Screeech—
"Joke... right?"
"No way it's real?"
Their voices trailed as I left. Hell if I know. Will I pull it off?
*
I peeked around. Everyone crashed early from exhaustion—corridor clear. Good.
Finally, I climbed the stairs to the second floor.
Creak... creak...
Second floor, third room from the left end. Gwangnyeon-i's spot.
I stood quietly at the door. Heart pounding—unavoidable.
It was in the original novel. Some extra almost slept with her tonight.
He didn't actually bang her. But weirdly, he wasn't strung up on a log the next day. And per him, she wasn't pissed—atmosphere was chill, even cozy.
So, decent odds. Push a little with smooth talk, and one-night stand territory.
Secret? Laughably, nothing special. Just knock and ask outright. No clue why, but she didn't mind...
Overheard chatter from a nameless extra—short, but burned into memory.
"Hup!"
Fail, and tomorrow's breakfast vigil gains a victim. But no backing down.
Decide, then strike fast!
Knock knock knock!
The sound echoed louder than expected in the quiet hall. Startled me, but face stayed cool. Smiled easy, waiting.
Screeech...
"What?"
Boوزه smell. Obviously Gwangnyeon-i. Stale booze wafted from inside.
Was the original extra spared 'cause she was drunk? Booze mellowed her, made the proposition fun?
...Nah, her face was too sober for that.
"Trainee? I'm off duty. What's up this late?"
"You said yesterday."
"Huh?"
"If I want it, come find you at night. Here I am."
Even Gwangnyeon-i looked stunned by my boldness. Her face mirrored Blanc's downstairs—had to stifle a laugh.
Her expression twisted. Like spotting an alien.
"You didn't see this morning? What happened to the guys who came yesterday? Hell, didn't you help me dig pits at dawn? So you know..."
"Saw it all."
"...Whoa... You're a real psycho, huh?"
Her look shifted: alien to certified nutjob.
...Fine by me, if it leads to sex.
"Damn... First time for this. You're one abnormal fucker."
"Thanks."
"Name?"
"Park Chanyoung."
Her eyes widened at my name. What? Why...?
Truth, I hate it too. A week ago, it wasn't mine. No attachment to this new one.
"Korean? Yeah... Most Koreans got three-letter names..."
She muttered, spun on her heel, and vanished inside.
Uh?
...Me? Grabbing something? I waited politely at the open door.
"What're you doing? Come in."
"Pardon? Oh. Right."
Screeech—click.
At least gesture... She just bounced back in without a word. Threw me.
Another shock: original extra never entered. Talked at the door.
But here I am, invited in. 90% win already—woman's room secured.
No way the novel detail checked out... She really wasn't offended? And I haven't even pitched yet. Same moves as the extra, just different guy...?
Not dumb enough to hit pause on good momentum. Minor mystery—ignore.
Gawking around a lady's room? Rude. I kept head still, eyes scanning layout.
Three seconds silent? Awkward. Quick topic hunt.
Obvious: booze bottles on the floor.
"This world's got booze, huh."
"...Yeah. Class system's a thing."
"Even if folks starve, elites always got grain for luxuries?"
"Heh. You listen good."
Gulp!
She swigged from a half-empty bottle, chatting. Desk nearby: papers under it. Sharp eyes caught big print.
'Issued by District 11 Manager ⊂ Northern Training Camp Casualty List?'
Northern Training Camp—ours. Connect to booze...
Her trainees died in combat, she's mourning with drinks?
...Nah. That psycho wouldn't care. Paperwork drudgery, booze for kicks. Fits her vibe.
Shit! Overthought. Next topic...
"Oh, right..."
"Hey. Lights out."
"Pardon?"
"You're here to fuck. Let's fuck."
...Straight fire. No urge to resist.
I killed the lights obediently.
Snap!
Building near woods—room plunged dark. Eyes adjusted slow; shapes emerged.
Gwangnyeon-i...
Swish... swish...
Stripping aggressively by the bed.
...Super aggressive? Rare for first night—her taking initiative. I've seen few like it.
Pale nude, nothing on. Pity darkness hid the goods. Distance from me to bed didn't help.
Not bad. Shadows made her more sensual. Urge to devour her whole surged—savored it slow.
"What? Strip and get on the bed."
Swish...
I obeyed, shedding clothes. Trajectory clear: she'd dominate in bed.
The asker and askee. Teacher and student. Strong and weak.
Most guys dragged by her.
Normal thinking, yeah.
But I've never lost bed control. Not once.