At the main gate of Hanil University, Yurin spotted Seon-ah and, overwhelmed with joy, waved her hand and rushed toward him.
"Seon-ah! I've been waiting—let's go together!"
Seon-ah was startled to see Yurin but hid his reaction. He'd long believed he needed to maintain the upper hand in their relationship by "educating" Yurin, never showing any weakness.
Yurin grabbed his hand and said, "Hurry up, I've got something to show you."
Seon-ah half-expected Yurin to drag him straight to sex, but curiosity piqued when she mentioned having something to show. "What is it?"
"You'll see if you come with me."
Following Yurin's lead, they walked for about ten minutes. They arrived at a cluster of villas.
"I decided to live on my own," Yurin explained. "I desperately convinced my parents that a girl needs independence, so it's necessary."
"You did this without telling me? That's harsh," Seon-ah replied, genuinely surprised by Yurin's sudden decision.
Hanil University's dorms had plenty of space, so it was odd that Yurin would opt for a rental. Maybe it's not just a monthly rental—she's a golden spoon, after all, Seon-ah thought. Giving up dorm life for independent living seemed inconvenient, a truth he'd learned from his past-life experience.
"Come check out my place," Yurin offered. "It's lunchtime—stay for a meal."
"I'm tired from waking up early for the speech. Can't we just rest at a nearby café?"
"Then nap at 'my place.' It's more comfortable than a café," Yurin countered.
Her tone was casual, but that sly expression hinted at ulterior motives. It was obvious—she planned to do that in her new place. The reason for choosing independent living over the dorms became clear. Hanil's dorms were strictly divided by gender—separate buildings, no chance of meeting. But living on her own? That opened the door to "unrestrained sex."
Seon-ah had planned to dodge Yurin's advances by citing the lack of a proper place, but that excuse was now useless. Looking at Yurin's haughty, beautiful face, he realized the girl who'd once been satisfied with daycare pecks was gone. In her place stood a woman meticulously plotting to sleep with him. A mix of faint anticipation and growing fear stirred within Seon-ah. This was a side of Yurin he didn't know, and it felt like seeing her anew.
It was too late to feign ignorance and escape. Resigned, Seon-ah couldn't pull away from Yurin's guiding hand.
Yurin's place was surprisingly clean and spacious—about the size of the apartment his parents had used as newlyweds when Seon-ah was born. Yurin's mother, Park Yura, was a veteran member and executive of one of Korea's top guilds. With a family home near Seoul's Cheonpyeong countryside, footing the bill for this place was likely trivial.
Since sex seemed inevitable, Seon-ah decided to treat it as a friend's house tour first, exploring here and there. "This isn't a studio—it's practically a newlywed home. It's huge," he said honestly.
Yurin beamed, looking shy but pleased. "Want to see the master bedroom? It connects right to a bathroom with a shower, and the window overlooks the forest park—pretty nice view."
"Sure, let's check it out."
Seon-ah didn't catch Yurin's expression as she led the way. If he'd seen that beautiful yet sinister smirk, he might've stopped the tour, made an excuse about urgent business, and stalled. He wasn't mentally prepared yet.
A week before the entrance ceremony, Yurin had prepared meticulously for her first time with Seon-ah. She'd convinced her parents to get a place near campus, furnishing it with a large bed—big enough for two with room to spare—and appliances fit for a newlywed life. It was a hefty expense driven by her selfish desire to turn this space into a pseudo-honeymoon home after claiming Seon-ah. Seeing Seon-ah marvel at the place they'd "live together" made it worth it.
Seon-ah's celebrity-like looks, his unusual sexual curiosity compared to most boys, and now his innocent expression as he toured "their" home—it all fueled Yurin's desire. She wanted to pin him down and have him, to see that pure face drown in pleasure as soon as possible. What sweet sounds would Seon-ah's voice make, moaning beneath her? Hiding her lust behind a soft smile, Yurin answered Seon-ah's questions and pointed out things he seemed interested in.
Soon, Seon-ah would understand—how long Yurin had waited, and the heat burning between her legs even now.
As Seon-ah admired the view from the master bedroom window, Yurin quietly closed the door, careful not to make a sound. Using her smartphone, she locked it from the outside—unopenable without her control. In her mind, she'd ravage Seon-ah until he surrendered, becoming hers alone, thinking of no one else.
"Seon-ah, look at this for a sec," Yurin said, manipulating her phone again. The window shut, and the curtains automatically drew closed.
"You can control that with your phone? Cool," Seon-ah said, playing along with genuine awe—clearly stalling.
It was almost laughable. With only slivers of sunlight peeking through the curtains, the room's mood shifted. Both knew what was coming next. In the dim silence, neither spoke for a while until Yurin broke it.
"I've held back for so long. You know that, right?" She licked her lips, swallowed hard, and lunged at Seon-ah.
"Boys are weak, so girls have to protect them," Yurin's parents had drilled into her daily. Men's frail bodies couldn't break free from a woman's strength—it was natural for women to outmatch them physically.
Since their daycare days, Seon-ah had been like a mentor to Yurin—teaching her, guiding her. No day had ever felt as thrilling as this. It was both joyful and bittersweet. She was about to violate her childhood friend, the one who'd saved her from loneliness, taught her right from wrong, helped her study, and granted most of her wishes—a mentor-like figure.
Straddling Seon-ah's prone body, Yurin began roughly stripping her clothes. Seon-ah struggled at first, but seeing Yurin's intense gaze, she froze, perhaps out of fear, and stopped resisting. It felt like their first meeting all over again. That day, Yurin had stolen Seon-ah's first kiss, but afterward, a lingering emptiness remained. Now, she thought she understood why—her lack of sexual knowledge back then, and her deepening feelings for Seon-ah.
She hoped her cousin's words were true: pin a man down and take him with your lower mouth, and he'd submit. Lost in thought, Yurin stripped Seon-ah bare, then shed her own clothes. Two naked figures remained on the bed—only one thing left to do.