episode_0091

“Hmm.”

Cheon Soyul and Baek Ayun. For the two girls, unlocking the door wasn’t that difficult. Baek Ayun didn’t even need to physically break the door; she just had to disable the lock.

Crack!

A tiny current flickered from the tip of Cheon Soyul’s index finger. The moment her fingertip touched the door lock, the locking mechanism lost its function with a faint burning smell.

It was truly a simple act of crime. They were aware of it, but such thoughts were meaningless to those blinded by jealousy and curiosity.

Creak… With a slow metallic sound, the dorm room door began to open little by little.

As the room’s interior was revealed, the two felt a faint sense of guilt.

“As expected.”

“…Indeed.”

The moment they confirmed Lee Hyunjin was tangled up on the bed with a black-haired woman, any guilt they felt evaporated like volatile fumes.

A cold sneer appeared on Cheon Soyul’s lips, while Baek Ayun’s expression, in contrast, visibly sank.

Another woman, then?

How long had it even been since then?

To reiterate, at this point, they couldn’t help but acknowledge his ‘talent,’ but even so, the surging displeasure was hard to suppress.

Would he only come to his senses after his body was truly torn into pieces and shared?

“…Haa.”

Cheon Soyul, who briefly ground her teeth, soon sighed in futility. It was because she realized that it was too late and meaningless to think of such retaliation now.

If you can’t avoid it, enjoy it. Cheon Soyul didn’t usually like that saying, but in this situation, she couldn’t bring herself to do so.

‘That rutting bastard, seriously.’

If Lee Hyunjin’s playboy tendencies couldn’t be fixed, perhaps the best way was to keep him on a leash and control him. Wasn’t that what she had realized weeks ago?

Thinking that, Cheon Soyul swallowed dryly. Gulp.

What she felt was heat.

Not from outside, but from within.

Of course, the heat mixed with the scent of bodies from beyond the door crack was also clearly perceptible, but the heat she was referring to now was quite different. Rather, it was ‘something’ blooming within Cheon Soyul herself.

Cheon Soyul could now clearly define the name of that heat.

Excitement. Or arousal.

Contrary to the monologue she had just muttered, condemning Lee Hyunjin, the animal most aroused right now was none other than herself.

Just watching made her breath ragged. Her legs twitched involuntarily, and she even felt a soft thumping sensation in her stomach.

“…”

Cheon Soyul, who had briefly parted and pressed her lips together, ultimately couldn’t overcome her desires.

Swallowing silently once more, she reached out her hand, directing it towards her lower body.

Squish…

“…Uh.”

Her hand, lifting her skirt and slipping inside, smoothly pushed into her underwear. Cheon Soyul felt a pleasurable sense of immorality at her already slick and wet, lewd self.

And so, self-gratification began naturally.

It was a thought she had tried her best to deny until now, for the past few days… but now, she no longer had the strength to do so.

Cheon Soyul’s reason was still in denial, but her true feelings had changed somewhat.

It was too clear to uphold her pride. Just look at this moment. What was the sight that had driven her to extreme arousal?

If she spoke of it, she would surely be treated like a lunatic. That is, witnessing the scene of infidelity(?).

“…Hiyah, h-wooah.”

Twitch, twitch. Relaxing the tension in her thighs and slightly curling her toes, Cheon Soyul continued her self-gratification with a pleasantly relaxed expression.

Fundamentally, there was only one thought fixed in her mind: since he had committed such an infidelity, Lee Hyunjin was now dead in her hands.

The thought of summoning him to her room after this moment passed and mercilessly tormenting him sent thrilling shivers down her spine.

That, of course, was not a normal thought.

Normally, probably 100% of the time, she would have immediately burst in at this very moment to stop the wicked traitor.

The reason she wasn’t doing that, but merely engaging in self-gratification for herself, was simple.

‘…The best…’

Simply because that felt a step better.

Cheon Soyul had already reached such a state (?).

Lee Hyunjin was hers anyway. It wasn’t strange to lend him to someone else for a moment and satisfy her sexual fantasies by watching the scene, was it?

It was, so to speak, the magnanimity of a victor.

Cheon Soyul’s two eyes held a fervent light, endlessly taking in the scene beyond the door crack.

The immoral sight of the man she loved, mingling bodies with another woman who wasn’t her.

The other person was someone she knew. After all, she was quite a celebrity.

Seo Harin, a third-year student. The student council vice-president.

She certainly had the impression of being a beautiful senior, yet she somehow managed to skillfully charm even such an impressive senior.

Such a capable man had accepted her proposal, of all people.

And hadn’t he also plainly stated that he had feelings for her as well?

The affection she had inwardly ignored and turned a blind eye to for a year had now grown to an irreversible extent.

Oh, and of course, her sexual satisfaction was also at its peak.

As an example, this very moment was such.

“…Hah, haa.”

To interpret it more accurately, perhaps it was enjoying this sense of immorality combined with the thought of being able to drain Lee Hyunjin dry by tomorrow?

This time, she thought, it wouldn’t be bad to definitely lay Lee Hyunjin down and drain him dry.

Even if not that, it wouldn’t be bad to start by leading, only to be counter-attacked and pinned down by an angry Lee Hyunjin around the middle…

“Hah, ah, uh.”

Recalling such very happy fantasies quickly led Cheon Soyul to climax.

She hurriedly covered her mouth as a flash of lightning suddenly popped in her head.

Had she not, a loud moan would surely have burst forth. Not wanting to be caught, Cheon Soyul struggled to control her own emotions.

Of course, controlling her body’s pleasure was an impossible task, so—

“Hah, mmmph…!?”

Pshh, psshh!!

It hadn’t been long since her hand play began when Cheon Soyul’s strength gave out from her waist.

She immediately collapsed halfway in place, expelling clear fluid from her lower body.

Her clothes became damp, and her crotch, thighs, and legs grew sticky. But Cheon Soyul had become capable of transforming even such discomfort into pleasure.

In short, it was a faint satisfaction felt amidst discomfort. A sensation like taking a nap on a cloud that seemed ready to collapse at any moment.

“…Haaaaaah…”

It was chilling, but not an unpleasant feeling.

A distinct throbbing sensation was present.

Cheon Soyul exhaled deeply and regulated her breathing. Beyond her blurry, swaying vision, what caught her eye was Lee Hyunjin’s complexion.

…That flushed face was undoubtedly the expression of a man excited by sexual intercourse.

Having reached climax once and become relatively sober (?), Cheon Soyul now harbored a different thought.

Slowly, she wanted to ruin that expression, that seemingly joyful expression, with her own hands.

What would be best? How could she be most effective? After all, wouldn’t it be best to reveal herself directly in this very spot?

She suddenly wanted to see his face, utterly pale like a new groom caught in the act of infidelity.

“Uh, hng.”

Stumbling like that, Cheon Soyul still managed to stand up.

A smile was playing on her lips.

It was around the time she let out a light, mischievous chuckle, thinking of turning the space beyond the door crack into a mess from now on.

“…”

“Ah.”

Cheon Soyul’s gaze met Baek Ayun’s perfectly.

…She was holding a white shirt.

There was no time to ask, ‘What’s that?’ Cheon Soyul, startled, turned her head slightly sideways to check the room’s interior.

What had changed there from a moment ago?

Traces that looked as if someone had stealthily moved, crawling around.

And at the far end of it, clothes that had been carelessly tossed aside.

…And the men’s dress shirt that should have been there was gone.

Cheon Soyul blinked her eyes and turned her head. Back towards Baek Ayun.

“Ah, umm.”

Baek Ayun was still looking at her, gently rubbing her thigh.

Her head, of course, was half-buried in what was presumed to be Lee Hyunjin’s dress shirt.

Was she perhaps sniffing it? As she buried her head a little deeper and strongly inhaled, Baek Ayun’s earlobes visibly twitched and trembled.

Her eyelids repeatedly closed and lifted… Her expression grew hazy.

The hand opposite to the one clenching the dress shirt as if crumpling it was wiggling up and down as if in conflict.

Cheon Soyul somehow found herself naturally able to read Baek Ayun’s thoughts.

Gulp-

Unconsciously, she swallowed dryly once more.

She felt her body grow hot again.

Cheon Soyul thought. After all, he was a guy who worked hard to play in the semifinals, so perhaps a short break could be tolerated for him.

It was a plausible excuse and pretext she had come up with on the spot. An excuse to buy time.

‘It’s just like that. It’s okay to let him play a little, right? Yeah.’

So—

Herself, too.

“…”

Cheon Soyul subtly moved her half-raised body and approached Baek Ayun this time.

Naturally, Baek Ayun’s pupils followed her upwards…

“Eh?”

And then, as Cheon Soyul subtly slipped her knee between Baek Ayun’s thighs, a dazed exclamation escaped her lips.

The dress shirt Baek Ayun had been holding now became public property. Cheon Soyul approached Baek Ayun, rubbing her cheek against the white shirt.

“Ayun.”

She leaned her face close to Baek Ayun, barely a handspan’s distance between them.

A proximity where their breaths intertwined. A distance where their lips would meet if they got a little closer.

Baek Ayun felt her heart pound strongly for a moment and swallowed dryly.

Gulp!

And Cheon Soyul parted her lips again.

“Other women, honestly, not a single one of them has anything I like about them, but…”

“…Huh?”

“You’re fine. You’re one of my few close friends. I can share a little bit.”

“Eh, what?”

The words she uttered were puzzling, but there was no great difficulty in understanding her intention.

Cheon Soyul let out a bright smile.

“I’m talking about Lee Hyunjin.”

“…”

“You like him, don’t you? Both you and I.”

The moment Baek Ayun’s eyes widened, her lips parted weakly.

Cheon Soyul immediately attempted a provocative kiss on her. Just like that, smack.