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    “Why? Do you want to get hit now?”

    Dayoung asked, looking straight into his eyes.

    It had a face that looked so scary and stern that it gave me goosebumps, but was also so lovely and beautiful.

    “Then kneel. Right now.”

    “Oh, no!”

    Seopwoo shook his head vigorously.

    Dayoung raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

    With an expression that seemed amusing, it was fun to see how frightened Seopwoo was by her words, which were obviously meant to be a joke.

    “Library, where are you going?”

    “Over there…”

    Seopwoo gently pointed in the direction with the tip of his chin.

    His eyes fixed on several places, as if he was discovering people he knew, and then returned to Dayoung.

    Dayoung smiled with sadistic satisfaction.

    “I will go first, so you can just stand here and then leave. When I tap. Do you understand?”

    “Ne, …yes……”

    “Don’t take your foot off your seat right now.”

    Dayoung walked towards the exit.

    The sound of high heels hitting the marble floor rang in Seopwoo’s ears.

    He stood blankly in the hall, awkwardly greeting people he knew and eagerly waiting to hear from them.

    Two minutes have passed.

    3 minutes,

    4 minutes.

    5 minutes have passed.

    Seopwoo became increasingly anxious.

    He had no idea how long Dayoung would keep him there.

    If someone asked me what I was doing standing here, I really had no answer.

    6 minutes.

    7 minutes……

    His eager waiting was rewarded after eight minutes.

    – go.

    Just one letter.

    The moment Seopwoo saw the extremely short message that Dayoung had sent, he let out a longer and deeper breath than any sigh he had taken all day.

    He sighed and quickly left the hall.

    The moment he entered the library and took a seat, he once again felt the traces of burning on his buttocks.

    In order to avoid touching the painful area, he found a hard chair and sat on the edge of the seat with the area closest to his thighs.

    After adjusting to his posture, he opened the book.

    At that time, I received another message from Dayoung.

    – Ask if you want to leave your keys with me.

    Seopwoo’s heart sank once again.

    He gulped and repeated dozens of times before finally replying.

    – yes.

    Massaging his trembling fingertips, he began studying.

    * * *

    It wasn’t until 10 p.m. that I received a call from Eugene.

    Seopwoo, who was concentrating on solving a problem, felt his heart sink the moment he saw Eugene’s name on the screen.

    After spending time with Dayoung, I felt like I had forgotten about Eugene while I was studying.

    He raised his head as if he had been hit by electricity, ran out of the reading room in a huff, and answered the phone.

    “Yes, Mr. Representative.”

    The unique sound of the library hallway reached Eugene through the phone.

    “Oh my. Are you in yet?”

    “Yes. It’s still a library.”

    “How much more do you want to do?”

    Eugene’s voice, which was picked up by the car’s microphone, showed a hint of fatigue.

    How hard her day had been was naturally conveyed to Seopwoo’s heart.

    “Uh, ha, about one or two more hours…”

    “So late?”

    “Yes? Because… there are a lot of tasks…”

    “Are you going to sleep in the dormitory today?”

    “Oh, maybe…”

    “Do you think Dayoung took up a lot of time?”

    “Yes, yes?”

    Seopwoo’s voice suddenly rose.

    It felt like a secret time that I didn’t want to mention became a hot topic without warning.

    Eugene’s laughter could faintly be heard in my ears.

    “When did you break up?”

    “Well, I… ate dinner… around six… ”

    “We’ve been together for a long time. Did you have a good time?”

    “Yes yes? That, that……”

    Seopwoo didn’t know what to answer.

    When I tried to easily reply that I had a good time, I felt like I was doing something wrong to Eugene, and when I tried to reply that I didn’t, I felt like I was sinning against Dayoung.

    Instead of getting angry, Eugene asked him in a gentle voice, as he was wasting his time just pursed his lips.

    “Teacher. Do you have too many assignments?”

    Seopwoo’s face brightened with a sense of liberation as if a difficult topic had passed.

    “Yes? Uh, hey, it’s a bit much… but…”

    “I was going to give you homework today, but I can’t? There are too many assignments.”

    “Yes? Uh, ah, no.”

    Seopwoo couldn’t forget how excited he was while doing the homework Eugene had assigned him the day before.

    “If you give it to me… I will sleep…”

    Her laughter was heard softly.

    “I enjoyed reading your email yesterday.”

    Startle.

    A feeling of tension that something was coming ran down Seopwoo’s spine.

    “I read it several times. I think Dayoung satisfied a few things today. Is that right?”

    Seopwoo’s face quickly heated up.

    “That, that……”

    When he couldn’t answer easily and only muttered his pronunciation, Eugene smiled brightly from inside the car.

    “If I’m embarrassed to talk about it, I write it down in my homework.”

    “Yes, yes?”

    “Write down what happened with Dayoung today, write down how excited you were at each point, and send it by email.”

    “He, he, representative, representative……”

    “Why?”

    “That, that……”

    “Do you hate me giving you homework like this?”

    “Ugh……”

    “You don’t like it?”

    “……Ah…no……”

    I heard Eugene’s laughter.

    “Is it because you have too much to write?”

    “Yes? Oh no! Hey, over there!”

    A reaction that hit the nail on the head.

    “Oh my.”

    Eugene laughed even louder than before.

    “Can you write everything down by today? I have a lot of school assignments.”

    “Uh, uh, that… uh…”

    “Send it by tomorrow morning. Got it?”

    “Yes yes? Well…yes…”

    “I’m sorry I couldn’t make time today.”

    “Oh, no.”

    “I’ll make time tomorrow evening, so see you at the hotel.”

    “Yes yes? yes Yes, yes!”

    “Do you like it that much?”

    “Yes yes? Uh, uhm… yes.”

    Laughter was heard again.

    “Yes. My throat hurts a little because I talked a lot today. I’ll stop now.”

    “Yes, yes… Ah. Representative.”

    “Why?”

    It was only after Seopwoo called Eugene that he realized it was a mistake.

    It was because I couldn’t decide whether it would be better to talk now or when we meet tomorrow.

    After struggling internally, he finally opened his mouth.

    “That… Yes, Dayoung…”

    “Why Dayoung?”

    “That……”

    Eugene waited without urging.

    “…Ask…if…you’d like…to entrust…the key…to me…”

    “Oh my?”

    A loud laughing sound was heard.

    “Ah, teacher, is it really okay? As Ga-eun’s mother isn’t enough, I wonder if she will now be managed by her mother’s secretary as well? What should I do because my teacher is pitiful? Huh?”

    “That, that……”

    “Is that so, Dayoung?”

    “…Yes… After we broke up… via Talk…”

    “Does Dayoung know that the other person is me?”

    “Yes? Oh, no. That’s not it… this… ask the person who filled it…”

    “I ask Dayoung to give me an email address.”

    “Yes? …Yes……”

    “I want you to tell me now. I’m not going to sleep yet.”

    “Oh, I understand.”

    “Oh really, my teacher… what should I do?”

    Eugene laughed for a while.

    “Yes. Is there anything else you need to say now? I think I really need to save my neck now.”

    “Yes, yes. CEO. There is nothing else.”

    “See you tomorrow then. Don’t forget your homework.”

    Eugene kissed the air in the car and hung up the phone.

    The smile never left her face the whole way home.

    A few minutes after Seopwoo sent the message, Dayoung sent me his email address.

    Seopwoo immediately delivered the address to Eugene.

    My heart trembled.

    Although I believed in Eugene’s culture and dignity, I had no idea what kind of conversation she would exchange with Dayoung via email.

    * * *

    It wasn’t until 11:30 that Seopwoo came out of the library.

    Although he thought of Dayoung every time his butt hurt, he devoted himself to his studies with the concentration of a young elite.

    The precum that had soaked the front of my panties had also dried up in the meantime.

    The dormitory had become quite an unfamiliar space for Seopwoo, who had stayed at the hotel for ten days.

    narrow space,

    A poor desk and bed,

    Wallpaper and lighting without any attention to the aesthetics of the interior,

    My roommate is a hard worker who is working on a programming assignment while typing on a mechanical keyboard.

    Seopwoo painfully realized how different his life over the past ten days had been from the life of an ordinary engineering college student.

    After a quick wash in the washroom, Seopwoo returned to his room and turned on his laptop.

    He turned on the notepad and started writing down everything that happened from the moment he met Dayoung during the day until they parted ways.

    From Dayoung discovering the chastity belt in the car,

    Climbing a department store escalator while holding a cage,

    Hitting the groin with a wallet in the corner next to the escalator;

    Buying and wearing briefs,

    Stroking and holding the chastity belt in front of the locker room,

    Taking off one’s pants and flogging one’s buttocks in a car in an underground parking lot;

    After leaving the parking lot, he slapped me while driving;

    Inside the student cafeteria hall, I was asked if the owner of the key was Jimin.

    He made them stand there in the hall until he gave permission,

    He even showed interest in the chastity belt key.

    Recalling every single thing that happened with her and putting it into sentences was on a different level from writing an ordinary memoir.

    While doing the homework Eugene had assigned, the front of Seopwoo’s panties started to get wet again.

    When he finished the first draft around 1 a.m., his scrotum was noticeably swollen.

    * * *

    The next day, Wednesday morning at 8 am.

    Seopwoo read the draft he had written the night before and added one by one how excited he was at each point.

    After finishing the final draft, he opened an e-mail writing window and pasted the text.

    After entering Eugene’s email address, he hesitated again, unable to press the send button right away.

    I was much more embarrassed when I first sent the email on Monday night, but that doesn’t mean the content of this email wasn’t embarrassing.

    Every time he moved the mouse cursor and saw Eugene’s email address in the recipient’s field, he felt his heart pounding with embarrassment and blood rushing to his penis.

    After struggling for a while, he finally clicked the mouse button.

    [Shipment complete]

    He closed the laptop screen, took a deep breath, and patted his chest.

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