Chapter 14 - Chapter 12: Episode 11 - Education
Looking through the photos Minji was showing me, I realized several of the men looked remarkably like Seon-ah.
Minji's eyes wavered for a split second. She clearly had a guilty conscience.
Ever since she started sticking her nose into my relationship with Seon-ah, I'd felt like something was off.
'She has a crush on him.'
The evidence was just a few photos buried among many others that fit her taste, so I couldn't be certain, but I definitely needed to draw a line.
Despite my attempts to stay calm, my blood began to boil.
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Thursday afternoon.
Once the lectures were over, I grabbed Seon-ah and headed out.
I had already arranged to meet Minji.
"Oh, there you are."
Minji put on a welcoming smile when she saw us.
I looked at Seon-ah and spoke.
"I didn't get a chance to tell you, Seon-ah. I'm going to a cafe with Minji—do you have time? Want to come along?"
Seon-ah looked a bit surprised but nodded.
"Yeah, sure."
Normally, I hated other women getting anywhere near Seon-ah.
It was a fact only Seon-ah, who had been with me for a long time, truly understood.
'She said she and Minji became friends, so they must have gotten really close.'
Seon-ah genuinely thought I had made a real friend.
'It's a relief. Her obsession seems to be getting better.'
Minji also assumed my morbid jealousy had finally started to fade.
At the cafe, the three of us chatted about everything—classes, assignments, future jobs, and the looming dread of military service that Minji and I would have to face in a few years.
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Whenever Seon-ah talked to another woman in front of me, my chest felt like it was going to burst.
I knew more about Seon-ah than anyone else—how many times we'd slept together, exactly how long we'd been dating, his likes, his talents, his interests, his every habit. I even knew the exact number of moles on his body.
But seeing the shadow of another woman hovering near him made my anxiety flare up.
I was restless, terrified that some brazen bitch would try to latch onto him.
And it seemed Minji, a friend I actually got along with, was no exception.
Even now, as Seon-ah spoke to her, I caught a 'strange look' in Minji's eyes as she watched him.
Come to think of it, a senior in our group chat often posted videos she called 'mancrush' content.
Minji must have shared that taste, considering she'd asked for recommendations for similar videos.
I'd forgotten because we'd been together for so long, but...
Seon-ah had an easygoing personality, unlike most women, and he had a way of speaking that wasn't 'manly' in the best possible way.
It seemed that not just Seon-ah's looks, but his entire personality was exactly Minji's type.
Well, she'd be giving up on those feelings soon enough.
Still, I couldn't help the jealousy.
My heart raced at the thought of making Seon-ah feel the same pain in his body that I felt in my heart.
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Seon-ah never stayed in the dorms over the weekend; he always left through the main gate with me.
Anyone who saw him leaving could probably guess exactly what he'd be doing until Monday.
I made a point of showing everyone that I was the one taking him away as soon as Friday's lectures ended.
It was partly to show off our relationship, but I also made sure to grope and paw at his body in plain sight. I wanted to imprint the fact that he was mine on everyone's minds, so no other bitches would dare flirt with him.
Seon-ah's skin, which I handled every day, was always smooth and soft. His body was addictive.
At first, he'd struggle, telling me to stop because he was embarrassed to be touched like that in public. But through my 'Education', he no longer showed any signs of resistance.
Sometimes, when I squeezed him hard, a faint moan would slip from his lips, which only fueled my sadism.
I just wanted to keep working him over.
Teasing him relentlessly, I led Seon-ah back to 'our house'.
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Every weekend, as I ravaged Seon-ah with my rough handling, the way he became so docile felt incredible.
The more intense the act, the better he listened to me once the sex was over.
By repeating this, Seon-ah 'tried' his best to remember what I said and heed my warnings.
It felt strange that I was the one teaching Seon-ah now that we were in university.
I'd come to realize that men really did need to be 'educated' in bed.
This week, however, Seon-ah clearly hadn't fully grasped his 'Education'.
Even though I was the one who introduced them, the fact that he talked to Minji as if he were having the time of his life meant my 'Education' had been lacking.
No matter how smart he was or how high his entrance scores were, if Seon-ah couldn't even manage this one simple thing, he clearly needed more 'Education' through repetition.
With that thought in mind, I opened the door to 'our house'.
The moment the front door clicked shut, I stripped his clothes off right there and dragged him forcibly toward the bedroom.
I looked forward to the sex every weekend, but it was also the time I spent training him.
Whenever Seon-ah displayed 'incorrect behavior', I'd note it down and hammer my 'Education' into his body over the weekend.
Once we were both slick enough, I took him inside me and began to savor his body.
Seon-ah seemed to prefer sex that wasn't too rough; he let out soft, pleasurable moans, his face free of any sign of pain.
Thrusting gently, I leaned my weight onto him and whispered softly into his ear.
"It's been a while since you talked to another woman. You had fun, didn't you?"
Even though I was the one who set it up, I couldn't suppress the jealousy.
Seon-ah turned pale, and his cock inside me grew even harder.
It seemed he realized that talking to a 'woman'—even one I introduced—was 'incorrect behavior'.
Thanks to the 'Education' we did every weekend, he was quick to understand what I meant.
However, the pleasure was too much; he couldn't even form words through his moans.
"Ah... ngh... nothing... hah... happened... Ah! Ah! You know..."
He couldn't even finish a sentence, his head shaking desperately as he tried to insist nothing had happened.
"Is that so? You're sure nothing happened?"
I glared down at him and began to move more violently. Tears welled in his eyes as his breathing turned into ragged gasps.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Seon-ah's face flushed deep red as he let out a scream-like moan.
"Aaaaaah! Ah! Ah!"
The sounds grew more intense, the bed creaking loudly under the strain.
To think the bed I'd bought just a week before the entrance ceremony was already on the verge of breaking; clearly, the expensive model wasn't worth the money.
'I'll have to replace it soon.'
He was losing his mind to the sheer speed and intensity of my thrusts, but he seemed to have adapted to the pleasure enough to offer an apology between moans.
"Hah! Ah! Ah, god! I'm... sor... ry. With another... ngh! wo... man! Ah! Ah! Talk... ing... Ah! Mm!"
Seon-ah couldn't finish his apology.
Because I silenced him with a kiss.
I stopped moving for a moment, pulled back from his lips, and looked him dead in the eye.
"You need to be punished first, right? If you want to be forgiven, you have to show me with your body. You haven't forgotten your 'Education', have you?"
Seon-ah's face and lips trembled, his expression looking as though he were about to burst into tears.
Every time I saw that look, I felt the urge to be even rougher.
It stimulated my sadism to the point where I wanted to ravage him until his eyes rolled back and his moans turned into nothing but raw, metallic sounds.
I couldn't help myself.
Seeing Seon-ah's resigned expression, I kissed him again and began thrusting even faster than before.
His face flickered through a dozen different emotions every second.
I'd realized something during our time together: Seon-ah's beautiful voice was something to be cherished.
When I wanted to hear his sweet, loud moans, I'd pull away and just listen.
But if he moaned too much, his throat would get hoarse, so I'd kiss him to keep the sound in.
It was my way of being considerate; I didn't want his throat to hurt from all the screaming.
I kept him 'controlled' with my mouth, making sure not a single sound leaked out as I continued to work him over.
The rough act went on and on, until finally, Seon-ah began to spill everything.
Tears, saliva, and from down below.
For me, the best 'apology' was the one I received through Seon-ah's body and the mess he left behind.
It was only natural that an 'apology' where he gave himself completely, pouring out cum and tears, felt more sincere than just crying and saying sorry.
After several rounds of 'Education', Seon-ah finally fainted, his eyes rolling back into his head.
Even so, it still wasn't enough for me.
Eventually, after extracting a few more 'apologies', his cock went limp; he simply had no strength left.
Our fun, which had lasted for several hours, finally came to an end.
Seon-ah's sincere 'apology' was pleasing, but I still wanted more.
I planned to 'educate' him again as soon as he woke up from his nap.
I gently closed Seon-ah's eyes—he'd fainted with them wide open—and pulled him into a hug.
Yes, I'd definitely educate him again when he woke up.
Even though Seon-ah kept making mistakes despite his 'Education', I trusted him.
I trusted that one day, he would do exactly what I wanted without me having to 'educate' him at all.