Chapter 1

There may be no set place for having s*x, but clubs felt a bit dangerous and dirty. He also felt uneasy because he never knew when the door might open.  

Still, for Jaegyeom—who was tipsy and frustrated to the point of losing his mind—it didn’t really matter. Jaegyeom buried his face in the cleavage of the older woman sitting next to him, busily working his c*ck.

“Jaegyeom… Ah, ah!”

He was turned down by Kim Yeo-hee again today. ‘F*ck, she smiled like she was going to accept me, too.’ Kim Yeo-hee would go along with every joke and listen to all his complaints whenever he said he was having a hard time, yet she flatly refused any confession of love.

He asked her hundreds of times why she hated him or what her reason was, but she would only quietly shake her head. Whenever he pictured her pale face, a part of his heart felt like it had been punched.

To think this was love—it was horrifying. He’d been at this for three years. And the fact that he planned to keep it up was even more horrifying.

[“Yeo-hee, just close your eyes and go out with me. Huh? How many times do I have to tell you I like you? I really f*cking love you.”

“…Leave out the ‘f*cking.’”  

“If I leave it out, will you date me? Huh?”  

“No, it just annoys me to hear it.”  

“Then let’s sleep together just once—have one hot round of s*x. Then you’ll really fall for me. By that time, you’ll be clinging to me. One hundred percent. I promise.”  ]

At that trashy confession, Yeo-hee frowned as if she were crumpling a sheet of paper. Jaegyeom wanted to smack his own mouth.  

But there was no other way. Confessing didn’t work, being nice didn’t work, begging didn’t work. At this point, he half-wished Yeo-hee would realize how good his d*ck was and cling to him like the others did.  

[“Move. I need to hang the laundry.” ]

Of course, that wasn’t going to work either. Watching Yeo-hee walk away with the laundry basket, Jaegyeom ruffled his hair in frustration. He liked her, he loved her, he wanted to sleep with her. There were so many things he wanted to do with Kim Yeo-hee, but she had no intention of playing along.  

He felt resentful, upset, and embarrassed. And yet, thinking about her pretty face made him hard. Jaegyeom fixed his gaze on the woman beneath him and continued moving his hips.

This woman had eyes that resembled Kim Yeo-hee’s, so I often hung out with her and had s*x. How great would it be if she were actually the real Kim Yeo-hee instead of this knockoff version…  

“Noona, look down a bit. Yeah, like that… Ah, hoo…”

“Ugh, are you thinking about her again? You’re seriously disgusting… Aah, mmph!”  

“Yeah, so help me out here. Lower your eyes.”  

Even though she shuddered and called it dirty, her p*ssy grew slick with sticky fluids. I wonder if the almighty Kim Yeo-hee would be like this, too—would she get herself dripping wet for a guy she likes and happily suck his c*ck?

When he imagined Kim Yeo-hee sleeping with another man instead of him, his *rection almost disappeared on the spot. Fixing his eyes on the knockoff Yeo-hee’s gaze, Jaegyeom barely managed to keep himself aroused. The hot, wet hole softly enveloped his vein-throbbing c*ck and pulled him deeper along its inner walls.

“Kim Yeo-hee, Kim Yeo-hee….”

“Ah, right there… I like it, ah, aah!”

“Sh*t… Ah, Kim Yeo-hee… Hah.”

In his mind, he wanted to barge into the little room where Kim Yeo-hee lived, strip her n*ked, and shove his c*ck inside her. He wanted to just take her however he liked. Whether she wanted it or not, he wanted to force his c*ck into her, suck on her lips, and squeeze her br*asts. Every time he saw her turn away coldly after rejecting his confession, Jaegyeom would unconsciously have those violent fantasies.

Of course, it was nothing more than a fantasy, never to be realized. Jaegyeom didn’t have the guts to do something like that to Yeo-hee. He was afraid she would hate him, afraid she would run away… Because of that fear, he had never even properly held her hand.

During my reckless high school days, I remember once forcing a kiss on her and immediately getting slapped. I had barely brushed her lips, but Kim Yeo-hee whimpered so much she looked like she had a small walnut under her chin. That was the start of hell. Every night, I could hear her crying. Damn it, it was just a single kiss, yet she sobbed like the whole world was ending.

That made me feel so resentful and angry, but seeing her ignore me and walk past as if I weren’t there made my heart sink. Her crying sounded so pitiful, and her eyes were so red and swollen—it made me feel sorry for her. In the end, I begged and begged on my knees until my cartilage was about to give out. I couldn’t stand being treated like that anymore.

“Noona, haah… what do women like for a guy to do for them?”

“Ah… ah… *sniff*… ah!”

Jaegyeom pushed toward his final spurt, pounding into the tight hole. Along with it came his dumbass question.

“Hurry up and tell me. What do they like? Huh… Ha.”

The woman, lying on the sofa and moaning, blinked her half-lidded eyes and answered.

“A new bag… ah… the latest release… heuh-eung. A really f*cking pretty one…”

“You think I haven’t tried buying her that?”

Sh*t, of course he had. Jaegyeom wished Yeo-hee at least had an interest in luxury brands like he did. But she said she hated everything.

Hearing his reply, the woman started thinking again. After a moment’s hesitation, she let out an overly loud moan and answered.

Jaegyeom went for one last spurt, gouging into the narrow hole. Along with that came his idiotically blunt question.

“Well, just… being really good to her… ngh. Only thinking about her, always picking up calls… huuuh, ah… making her your absolute priority. Ngh!”

“I’m already doing all that.”

He really was doing everything. He thought about Kim Yeo-hee all the time, tried his damnedest to treat her well. Most of his texts went ignored, but he still sent them daily. If she said she didn’t have an umbrella, he’d run out like a total pushover and personally escort her home. Sometimes, he nearly forgot that Yeo-hee was the daughter of the housekeeper employed at his place.

“Then there’s no hope… Ahk, it’s just… she doesn’t like you… Aaah!”

Jaegyeom, who had been thrusting with all his might, frowned. He was pissed off. He liked her so much, yet there was no hope? She just didn’t like him?

In retaliation for that cruel remark, Jaegyeom shoved his c*ck all the way against her cervix. He stirred up the slick, mucus-covered walls at will, moving his hips however he wanted.

At first, she screamed about how it hurt, how it was too much, but at some point she was drooling and sobbing. Wrapping her thin calves around his waist, she swayed her hips in a lewd way. He felt the urge to climax rush over him in no time.

Jaegyeom quickly pulled out his c*ck, which was pulsing inside her walls, and finished himself off by hand. Because he’d been holding back for so long, his *jaculation was lengthy and intense. Gripping his now slippery sh*ft—coated in her fluids—he rubbed it fast.

It had practically become a habit for him to picture Kim Yeo-hee’s face every time he m*sturbated. Her pale face, those pretty eyes, the little dark mole under her left eye, her soft voice, her pleasant scent…

“…Haah.”

As if it had been waiting for that very moment, his c*m shot out. The cloudy fluid splattered all over the woman’s chest and stomach. After he finished *jaculating, he grabbed a damp towel lying nearby and wiped off his hands and c*ck. With a frown—caught somewhere between a harsh dose of reality and self-loathing—he tucked himself back into his pants. The woman also seemed displeased, furrowing her brow as she straightened her skirt.

“Hey, Lee Jaegyeom. Don’t call me anymore. You’re really pissing me off… Ah.”

“You always say that, but you come running the moment I call.”

“Screw you! If you want it that badly, do it with her—Yeo-hee or whoever… Huh?”

Right then, the tightly shut door swung open, and a familiar figure walked into the room. *Boom, boom.* Deafening music blared in from outside, then abruptly cut off as the door closed.

“Hey.”

The unexpected visitor was Baek Hyeon-oh. It had been exactly three years since Jaegyeom last saw him. Baek Hyeon-oh, who had known Jaegyeom since they were young, had flown to the U.S. right after graduating high school. Now he was back, attending the same college as Jaegyeom.

“Long time no see, Hyeon-oh?”

“Yeah, it’s been a while.”

Baek Hyeon-oh, wearing a black turtleneck sweater under a leather jacket, looked like a leading man straight out of a drama. Even under the dazzling lights, his stunning appearance didn’t waver, and the woman sitting next to him gaped in awe. Handsome to an unbelievable degree, with a polished look, a prominent family, and wealth to back it up, there was hardly anything to criticize on the outside—though sometimes he gave off a vibe so inscrutable it was almost chilling.

Sure enough, even the woman who’d just been having s*x with Jaegyeom was now blushing and stealing glances at Hyeon-oh. It was understandable. Whenever Baek Hyeon-oh walked by, all the women turned to stare at him. Unlike Jaegyeom—who had a rude, cold demeanor—Hyeon-oh had soft, pretty features. His neat, well-proportioned face gave a hint as to why women went wild for him; it seemed to twitch subtly for a moment.

“…By the way, you called me over just to fool around with that lady?”

“Ah, sorry, sorry.”

Jaegyeom responded offhandedly as he fastened his belt. Accompanied by the sound of steady footsteps, Hyeon-oh came over and naturally sat down across from Jaegyeom and the woman.

“Hello, noona.”

“…Oh, uh. Hi.”

The woman—who had just been riding Jaegyeom’s c*ck—blushed shyly at the sight of Hyeon-oh. Apparently, she didn’t have much in the way of loyalty. Hyeon-oh merely took note of this and removed his coat. A sharp, fishy odor pricked at his nose. As he took a sip of the whiskey on the table, Jaegyeom spoke first.

“How was America?”  

“It was just… pretty much the same as here. Boring… dull.”  

“What about a girlfriend?”  

“I had a few, but… I don’t really remember.”

Hyeon-oh tried to recall the faces of the women he’d met in the States. They went on a few dates, watched movies, had s*x a couple of times, but most of those relationships didn’t even last a month or two. At this point, even he wasn’t sure whether they’d actually been dating or just friends with benefits. Noticing Jaegyeom’s hollow laugh at his bland answer, Hyeon-oh spoke up first.

“Anyway, is this your girlfriend?”  

“No, no way! She’s just a noona* I know.”  

“…I see.”  

“It’s true! Really!”

Startled, the woman waved both hands, as if she was determined not to let them misunderstand her relationship with Jaegyeom. Her quick reaction left Jaegyeom looking dumbfounded. Ignoring the blush creeping onto her cheeks, Hyeon-oh ran a long fingertip around the rim of his glass.

“It’s really not like that. Jaegyeom already has a girl he likes…”

Then why is he leaving her alone and sleeping with you? He was about to ask, when Jaegyeom scowled and playfully shoved the woman’s body.

“Hah… Damn it. Why’d you say that, noona!”

“Oh, come on, it’s funny, isn’t it? Actually, this kid keeps confessing to her and getting rejected all the time.”

“…Huh?”

It was unbelievable. The Jaegyeom he knew wasn’t the type to be in a situation like that. No matter how shamelessly he acted, women were always swarming around him—he was quite a remarkable bastard. To think Jaegyeom was in a one-sided crush…

“He’s been into her for like three years, right? But she never accepts him. She turns him down every single time.”

“So Jaegyeom turned into a total pushover while I was gone?”

“…Enough. Just go home and deal with your jet lag.”

Jaegyeom rubbed his face with one hand, clearly annoyed. An anxious look, heavy sighs, and repeatedly checking his phone even though there were no calls—he was the very picture of a pathetic pushover.

“But anyway… why are you sleeping with that noona?”  

“Ah. Because that girl looks like me.”  

“…Oh.”

Even Hyeon-oh was at a loss for words at how casually the woman spoke about something so absurd. Was that supposed to make sense? It seemed ridiculous.

“Especially here.”  

The woman, who had been staring intently at Hyeon-oh’s face, pointed to her own eyes with her nail, which was adorned with sparkling jewels.