Where did it go wrong, or was it destined to be this way from the start?
Minsoo looked back at the academy building behind him, then turned his head again. The chilly air seeped through, making his hands cold in his pockets.
Unable to muster the courage to confront the situation, he opted to wait for Yoomin on the familiar path they always walked together. He absentmindedly tapping a useless brick with the heel of his shoe, and glanced in the direction of a girl's voice, even though he knew it wasn't Yoomin.
I shouldn't have listened to her words.
Perhaps Minsoo lacked the courage to face rejection. He should have immediately run to her, explaining it was all a misunderstanding, a misinterpretation by Taeyang.
Would pouring out all my thoughts have eased her mind?
Minsoo and Yoomin had been together since birth. Their parents' acquaintance kept them together from a young age, and they had never been apart, not even for a moment. It felt like destiny. Desiring to take their relationship further, Minsoo lacked the courage, it was always Yoomin who initiated. Holding his hand first, encouraging him, saying, "Let's be together until the end," it was all because of her.
Me, on the other hand…
Minsoo still regretted that moment. He couldn't forget the slightly distorted expression on Yoomin's face when he asked her to wait for just a moment and said he would confess too. The emotions were crystal clear.
How long will I live as a coward? Do I have to wait again?
Desire for courage grew, yet the sigh escaped as a breath, dispersing into the air. Encountering a situation he had never experienced before, his body felt weak. A face he'd never seen before, a cold expression, and even a direct request not to follow her.
What bothered him the most was not Yoomin's attitude but Baek Taeyang's laughter. Although he couldn't read his lips properly, it was clear he was mocking him.
Why? I just saw that guy today for the first time. And why me? Does he know we're dating? Did he figure it out in that short time?
Minsoo pondered whether Baek Taeyang had orchestrated everything from the start.
Why else would he suddenly bring up the topic of secret dating? And the way it unfolded, is he targeting Yoomin?
Haa… now I'm even blaming others…
The mere contemplation of it felt absurd, leaving Minsoo feeling ashamed that he couldn't resolve the issue independently, leading him to project his frustration onto others.
But why aren't they coming out?
Despite the academy's vastness, an hour had passed. During a previous tour, they simplified introductions with a map. Since everyone would eventually learn their way around during their time in the academy, directly explaining by navigating would take more time—perhaps several hours.
Could it be that Yoomin and him are wandering around the whole academy together?
Despite thinking he's being kind, his overwhelming anxiety couldn't be erased. Baek Taeyang, even from a guy's perspective, is undeniably attractive. While awakening enhanced the physical abilities of academy students, their outward appearances usually doesn't differ much from ordinary people.
But that guy's physique is like a sculpture…
The untamed charm that couldn't be concealed even in a school uniform caught attention. If even guys found him striking, Minsoo couldn't help but wonder how Yoomin, being a girl, perceived him. Fighting against the rising inferiority complex, Minsoo slapped his face firmly twice. He needed to snap out of it. He then leaned against a corner near the school gate and closed his eyes.
When I meet her, I'll have to apologize and say sorry. Maybe then, we can go back to how things were before…
For Minsoo, the current struggle was merely the pain of growth for the sake of progressing the relationship. That's what he genuinely believed as he mumbled self-deprecatingly, "Waiting a couple more hours won't hurt."
It was his own effort, born out of a desire to be with the person he loves and to bring their relationship back to the way it used to be.
***
"Now, we can't go back to how things were before." The thought crossed my mind when I looked down at Yoomin, squirming and begging for more.
Lust was practically oozing from her eyes as the skirt hiked up, exposing her pristine white panties. She was moaning in ecstasy, reason long gone, drooling like a maniac, and even lapping up the spilled juice.
As I reached to strip off her underwear, she lifted her waist, making it easier for me to remove them. Not exactly the behavior of a shy virgin.
The fabric sliding against skin unveiled the honey trap. A delicate thread connected her panties to her dripping wet pussy, soaked enough to snap as I yanked her underwear down. I then pressed my lips against that flawlessly shaved pussy, sucking on the clit like a dog slurping up water.
"Oh, yes…! Suck it harder… Taeyang, right there… More, please…"
"Are you—"
I couldn't even finish my sentence as she shoved my head down and wriggled her hips. She kept squirming to make it smoother for a faster, deeper experience. The slurping sounds got loud as I devoured her. With each throaty gulp, she grabbed my hair and moaned like she was dying.
The overflow of juice was downright obscene. Who'd believe she's untouched? When I slightly lifted my head, my eyes met with the gaze of a dirty slut. She's there, twirling her tongue around those lips, eyes filled with a craving to be fucked by a guy she barely knew. This so-called virgin was shamelessly selling herself like a streetwalker.
"I, ahh… It's so wrong… Taeyang, ah… Stop… P-Please…"
The grip on my head tightened as if an orgasmic force was building up. She begged me to stop with words, yet her legs, wrapping and pressing my head, told a different story.
An excessive flow of fluids, beyond the scope of ordinary licking and sucking, streamed down her butt crack, soaking the sheets. Her thighs, squeezing the life out of my face, heightened the pressure. And with the force escalating, her waist well arched even further.
"Aaaaaaaah…!"
A moan of pleasure involuntarily broke free, and a murky fluid poured out. Her legs seemed somewhat relieved as the tension dissipated, and her toes looked limp. I casually lifted myself up and lowered my pants.
"Ah… it-it's impossible…"
While faking horror, I sensed her craving for a good pounding. Her gaze briefly veered, fixated on the movie. The woman on the screen shamelessly spread herself, thrusting out her tongue and parting her legs without a hint of shame. She imitated the movie as the horny slut was drooling, craving it urgently, even if it meant to be raped.
"Taeyang, please… my… it's…"
Unable to hold back, she crudely slipped her fingers inside and start masturbating. The room resonated with squishy, explicit sounds. I couldn't look away from the absurd scene, and the woman on the screen was the first to reach climax. She let out a stream of gibberish while reaching her peak.
"Me too, me too… Quickly…"
While jerking off, she snatched my dick with the other hand and yanked it closer. She maneuvered her pelvis, guiding my meat to the entrance of her pussy, then commenced a back-and-forth movement. Her moans suggested satisfaction, accompanied by a mixture of sighs and whimpers.
I involuntarily burst into laughter.
Minsoo, is this the type of woman you've been putting on a pedestal? She's your one and only saint but she's also one among the sea of whores prowling the streets.
"Don't rush me, Yoomin."
I choked her, ruthlessly squeezing her throat, and rammed my dick all the way to the hilt in one thrust. Despite foam forming and only the whites lingering in her eyes, she wore a twisted grin. The sound of escaping air barely made it out of her constricted throat.
"Give it to me, gi-give it to me, insi-inside… give it to me, gi-ve it to me." She whimpered while fingering her clit. Despite her strangled throat, she begged in a raspy voice, uttering guttural sounds.
The moment I undid her bra with my other hand, her boobs bounced free, and I sank my teeth into the quivering, pinkish nipple. Her pussy tightened noticeably with the action, dripping its nectar.
As if she was running out of breath, she began clawing at the hand around her throat with her nails. Her face reddened, and it was amusing to witness the foam building up. I let it continue for a few moments before letting go, and she started panting for air.
"Ohkh, kakh, kah… Ta-Taeyang…"
Her eyes were filled with terror. She forcefully moved her lifeless tongue, opening and closing her mouth, attempting to produce sound.
"Rougher… Do it harder… More… Break me… Please… I don't care if I die…"
This is the real her, stripped of pretenses, pure instinct, and raw nature. Unable to reveal to Kim Minsoo the face, moans, and shame she concealed, Yoomin clutched her own breast like a desperate infant and suckle it away. She wasn't yearning for emotional connection; she craved a crude encounter to satiate her primal urges. Mating, becoming a cum dumpster and a lowly slut—that's her.
Seemingly anxious about the pause, she locked her legs around my waist and started squirming. Despite her lack of experience, her attempts at thrusting with her body were evident. If it weren't for the bloody mess on her thighs and the sheets, one wouldn't think she was a virgin just moments ago.
"T-Taeyang, why aren't you saying anything or doing anything? Why don't you choke me again…? Huh…? Is it because I rushed you? I'm sorry… Please… Keep going like before… I'll do everything you ask…"
"Then let's record a video?"
"Anything… Anything is fine, just do me like earlier.. Hmm?"
I raised the phone to capture her on the screen. A film longer than the one on the screen began.