Prologue

“I love you.”

He was smiling as brightly as ever. It was so unreal; I was momentarily at a loss for words.

When I regained my senses, I opened my mouth to ask if it was okay for him to smile like that. But I was running out of time, and I didn’t ask anything. I didn’t even have time to complete a sentence.

All I could do was call out his name.

‘For the first time that day, you, who always responded to my words with affection, did not respond back.’

‘And just like that, you left, and I still couldn’t understand.’

Because I never wrote an ending like this.

But sadly, I didn’t have the ability to hold onto someone who had left, so after much deliberation, I came up with an alternative.

I am the author, the creator of this world.

So let me do what I can.

After preparing clean sheets of paper, ink, and a fountain pen, I started my work.

On the first attempt, my hands were shaking so hard that the ink ended up dripping, so I cleaned up the ink and took out a fresh sheet of paper.

“Phew.”

I took a deep breath and grabbed the pen once more.

The first sentence had already been decided in my mind, so I wrote it without hesitation.

[This story is written for two people.]

Scritch. Scritch. 

The sound of the pen gliding across the paper filled the room, and for several days and nights, I worked on the book without sleeping or eating.

It was titled <The Story of the Extra, Litrie>.

“Should I write down the names of the ‘two people’…..?”

I thought about it for a long time, but in the end, I didn’t.

I placed the book, the only one I personally wrote by hand, on the bookshelf.

The cover looked ordinary, like any other book, and unless you took it out and read it, you couldn’t know its contents.

This book will surely find its way into the hands of someone who truly needs it, or someone destined to read it.

As I stepped outside for the first time in a while, the sky was unbelievably clear, and the green meadow seemed too beautiful to be true.

A world that I had thought was a fantasy, had become a reality.

This is the record of the end of the story.

* * *

“Hi,” a man who brightened up the campus greeted me.

“Hello!” I greeted him back, trying to hide my excitement.

“Did you prepare well for the presentation today?”

“Of course!”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

He is a senior in my department, and undoubtedly the most popular person in said department and the school.

The senior smiled warmly. With his neat appearance, his kind eyes formed a gentle smile.

“I need to print some documents, so I’ll go ahead. I’ll see you in the classroom.”

“Sure, take care on your way.”

As I bowed and turned around, a muttered word slipped out on its own.

“Perfect, perfect, perfect.”

Impeccable appearance, culinary genius, and even rumored to be from a wealthy family.

A person who embodies all of my preferences actually exists.

He was so perfect that I could easily mistake him for a modern-day prince. The nickname given to him by fellow students in our department upon their return from a school holiday was “Prince.”

It suited him, with his tall and slender stature and mixed-race heritage, his flawless fair skin, jet-black hair, and his lightly blue eyes that looked mysterious. His high nose, and even his red lips that seemed to be drawn with a brush, were perfect.

What surprised me the most was that the senior resembled one of the protagonists from the novel I had written.

Although the hair and eye colors were different, the position of the beauty mark and the mole on the back of the hand were exactly the same, to my great shock.

I thought I had finally gone crazy. I thought that I was seeing things.

But the senior was a real person. Truly, unbelievably so.

The presentation went well, and after class, I was about to go home to sleep when someone caught me.

“Um? Senior?”

“Are you leaving?”

The man with a perfectly straight smile was undeniably handsome.

“Now that the busy work is over,” his eyes curved with his smile, “Won’t you spare some time for me?”

Heat surged through my body as his finger subtly grazed my wrist. I smiled back and nodded my head.

* * *

“Ah–, hngh!”

A solid pillar of flesh mercilessly penetrated me, repeatedly entering and exiting my most intimate space.

As I shuddered at the familiar, yet always new sensations, he smiled in satisfaction and moved faster. I pushed against the firm grip that pinned my hands beside my head, urging him on.

“Faster,” I panted, “I need more– more….”

Thick, lewd sounds resounded loudly.

“Say you want me. Hurry,” the normally soft-spoken senior demanded in a rather forceful tone.

“Hngh, I want you, Senior.”

As I gasped, he stretched his lips into a long smile before pulling out. Then, with both hands, he spread my thighs further apart and pressed harder.

“Ah, Senior. Yes. Agh, ahh!”

I wanted to squirm at the sensation of his c*ck slamming deep inside me, to chase the peak of my pl*asure that I could feel rushing through my abdomen, but it was a futile struggle, as my legs were held tightly in his hands.

Seeing me climaxing lightly after a steep climb, Senior grabbed my ankles this time and lifted my legs onto his shoulders.

“Senior, n……!”

Instead of responding, his still-throbbing center pushed into me once again, scraping roughly against the walls that had tightened with my cl*max.

“Nnngh!”

Before I could gather my thoughts, I felt a touch rubbing against my most swollen and sensitive flesh. I tried to resist the finger that was teasing my cl*t, but I couldn’t muster enough strength.

“Are you asking to be touched more, Junior?”

Alongside the voice mixed with laughter, it seemed like his er*ect m*mber was trembling inside me. The finger that I knew well began to rhythmically stroke my cl*t in slow circles, coinciding with his thrusts.

Unable to control my excitement, I started touching my br*asts myself.

My senior leaned forward and lightly bit the n*pple that protruded between my fingers, and then started to suck it, hard. I grabbed his hair while he sucked hard enough to make a dent in his cheek.

“Senior,” I gasped, “More. More.”

As his hips continued to thrust urgently, a low chuckle escaped from his lips. Saliva and hot breath flowed down my chest, making my skin messy, hot, and sticky.

He bit down hard on my chest as I squeezed his c*ck inside me. He licked his lips, raised his head, and smiled neatly.

“I like it when my junior is honest like this.”

“I’m always honest, ah–heuk!”

Suddenly, due to the senior thrusting in and out, my body trembled.

“Lies. You always hide your own emotions.”

I think he said something more, but I didn’t hear it.

Schlick, schlick.

I could hear the lewd sound of l*quid schlicking as flesh slapped wetly against flesh, and my breath became increasingly rapid. I tried to resist the overwhelming pl*asure by gripping the white sheets, but the senior wouldn’t allow it.

“I’m not done yet, Junior.”

“Se-Senior, stop there! Ah!”

He exerted more pressure on the finger that was rubbing my cl*t, forcing my waist to twist against my will.

‘I’m about to lose my mind.’

For a man with a reputation for being sweet, he was pounding into me with a ferocity that belied his usual demeanor. As he leaned in further, I could see my pl*asure reflected in his piercing blue eyes.

If I could hold on for just a little longer, I might regain my senses.

“Not yet, Junior.”

As if sensing my thoughts, the senior’s large hand firmly squeezed my br*ast. He applied pressure to the n*pple that popped out between his fingers.

“Senior, ah,” I winced at the slight pain. “Ahhh, ummhh.”

Eventually, I let the pain melt into pl*asure and entrusted myself to the tingling sensations given to me by the senior; my body trembled. He then lowered his head and kissed me deeply.

The senior captured my tongue until I couldn’t breathe, then immediately repositioned himself and began to penetrate me rapidly.

“You know what?”

“What, what? Mmmh….”

“Your slutty insides are trying to grab onto me, even while wallowing in filth. You’re greedily trying to squeeze me.”

Even in the midst of such vulgar talk, the senior remained handsome.

With each word, he roughly thrusted his hips into my soaking w*t center over and over again, carrying me faster and harder towards a mind-numbing finish.

“S-senior, I’m– I’m going to, hnnngghh!” I choked out, pl*asure strangling the words in my throat before I could finish them. After repeatedly bringing me to cl*max, he finally smiled with satisfaction.

The senior lying next to me wrapped his arms around my waist. He brushed his lips against my neck.

“So, Junior, when are you going to go out with me?”

Oh, here we go again, just when I thought he had forgotten.

“Do we have to go out?”

“We can’t just continue like this, pretending we mean nothing to each other.”

“Why do you say we mean nothing? We’re senior and junior – you’re my respected colleague at school.”

The senior’s delicate lips trembled slightly.

“I agreed to this kind of relationship because you’re my senior,” I reminded him gently, but firmly.

It was a couple of months ago.

A senior, known as the most handsome in the department, approached me at school. He confessed his feelings for me, but I turned him down.

Of course, I wanted to maintain a friendly relationship without any issues during our time at school.

He asked if we could still be friends, and I nodded my head in agreement. To celebrate becoming friends, we went out for drinks. Despite my decent alcohol tolerance, I ended up getting drunk while my senior remained sober.

When I regained consciousness, I found myself in his house, in his room, lying next to him on the bed.

It was that kind of story.

Looking back now, it felt like I had succumbed to his advances while under the influence.

“I thought you said you were okay with just having a physical relationship.”

He laughed bitterly at my bland comment. I was swayed by the handsome man’s sullen expression, but I had no intention of getting into a deep relationship with anyone.

“……Yes, I did.”

As my senior wrapped his arm around my waist, he sat up. His large hand gripped my chest, and his er*ect m*mber brushed against my abdomen.

As my body trembled in anticipation of the excitement that would come again, my senior looked at me silently. He then leaned down, his face close to my ear, and bit my earlobe.

‘Then I’ll have to have your body completely.’

In the back of my mind, I thought I heard a whisper.

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