NON 32

Rising early in the morning and heading to the dormitory, Yeongin began organizing the rest of his luggage while looking at his roommate’s bed, which was still empty as if he hadn’t moved in yet.

Lucky for him, he was able to get into the dormitory even as a senior. Having spent quite a long time unpacking all his things, Yeongin tilted his head at the roommate who still hadn’t arrived.

“Today is the first day of the semester, so maybe he’ll come in later this afternoon….”

Or perhaps he didn’t have classes on Mondays. He had been curious about who would be sharing the room with him for the semester, but Yeongin, who had an afternoon lecture, hurriedly packed his bag and went outside.

It was early March. It was still cold weather to be wearing just a school varsity jacket, but since he had thrown away his old, torn padding jacket and felt it was a waste to buy a new one, he decided to layer more clothes underneath.

Dressed in a T-shirt, a thick hoodie, and even a varsity jacket, Yeongin quickly passed through the people wearing black long-padding jackets and headed toward the College of Engineering building.

It was a school he had attended for three years, but he knew very few faces. That was to be expected; as soon as he turned twenty, his family situation worsened drastically, and he was just thankful to be able to attend school at all. Lacking the money or the leeway to participate in other departmental activities, Yeongin gradually became an outsider.

When such a Yeongin entered the lecture hall, a few gazes followed him, but they soon began whispering among themselves. Sitting in the very back as if accustomed to it, he took out his books and notes to skim through the course material in advance.

Since it was the first week of lectures, it was unlikely they would teach separate lessons, but there was no harm in studying early. Click, he took out his pen, skimmed the table of contents, and began writing in his notebook; Yeongin only lifted his head when the professor entered the lecture hall.

Except for the seat he was sitting in, the empty spots were packed tightly. He felt embarrassed, as if they had deliberately avoided him. It was when Yeongin, who kept his head down and his gaze on his notebook, was gripping his pen tightly.

He felt the presence of someone sitting next to him. A freshman? Thinking so, he kept his gaze on the professor, who was calling out names one by one, but he felt a gaze from right beside him. As Yeongin slowly turned his head with a puzzled expression, his pupils instantly widened.

Blink, blink—toward him, who was looking at Yeongin with shimmering pupils as if he hadn’t fully grasped the situation yet, Dogeon twisted his cold lips into a smirk and parted his lips.

“Long time no see, you fucking bitch?”

He made eye contact with Dogeon, who was staring at him while resting his chin in a tilted posture. How could he be here? Looking at the man who was sitting calmly in his seat and watching him, Yeongin inhaled sharply.

“Have you been well?”

How on earth is Dogeon here? Did he perhaps come looking for me? But it had already been several months, so like this?

Or maybe, harboring bad intentions toward him, he had come to find him to spread rumors at school. In that short moment, dozens, hundreds of thoughts pierced through his brain. Yeongin’s fingertips turned deathly pale and trembled finely.

“Mechanical Engineering major Ha Yeongin.”

What should I do? If rumors about him were to spread here… With his heart pounding so fast that he felt like he might stop breathing, Yeongin couldn’t think of anything.

“Is there no student named Ha Yeongin from the Department of Mechanical Engineering?”

At that moment, surprised by the gaze reaching him, Yeongin straightened his head. Recognizing the situation due to the focus on him, Yeongin raised his hand and parted his lips.

“Ah, I apologize. Ha Yeongin, I, I am here…!”

With his heart still anxious, his lips were stiff and words didn’t come out well. Yeongin, who had barely finished speaking while stuttering, lowered his head deeply at the faint laughter coming from beside him.

“Yeongin. Why don’t you answer me? Shit, are you discriminating against me now?”

Dogeon, who had reached out his hand toward such a person, touched the cheek of the deathly pale Yeongin and let the words drop out.

“Or. Did you hook another customer besides me during that time?”

“It’s, it’s not like that….”

“And that bastard knows where you like to be prodded? No. Anyway, you like it like a whore even if I fuck you any which way, don’t you?”

Feeling the gazes turning back to look at him because his voice was louder than he thought, Yeongin lowered his head again. Biting his lips and clenching his fists, he said, looking straight toward Dogeon.

“Dogeon. Please, let’s talk later.”

“Why should I do that?”

Dogeon, who chuckled, slowly lowered his hand and placed it on Yeongin’s thigh. Twitch, he trembled, and he tried to push the man’s hand away with panicked eyes, but the more he did, the more strength went into Dogeon’s hand.

As he touched his thigh, his hand entered deeper little by little. Even if Yeongin tried to exert strength to close his legs, he could not overcome Dogeon’s strength.

No matter how much the area in front of the desk was blocked, it was a lecture hall with dozens of people. What if someone saw them….

Trembling his body, he bit his lips. Yeongin’s pupils shimmered with anxiety. Enjoying such a reaction from him, Dogeon, who had brought his hand further inside, rubbed over his pussy.

“Eu, hut…”

“It’s not because of me, it’s because of you that we’ll get caught. Because of your smell of being in heat.”

Hearing Yeongin’s moan, the man who had lowered his head slightly whispered into his ear. Dogeon obsessively touched only the spots where Yeongin felt pleasure and tapped at his clitoris. He wasn’t touching him directly, but the stimulation felt after a long time made Yeongin even more sensitive.

Holding his breath, Yeongin’s hand, which was holding the man’s arm, trembled violently. His eyes turned red and he parted his lips to say “please,” but he moved his fingers even more roughly as if he hadn’t heard.

“Heu, eu….”

Before the full-scale class began, an orientation for the class that would proceed for the semester started. Hearing the professor’s voice, Yeongin’s body, his fists clenched tight, began to tremble.

Suppressing his accelerating breath, he waited for Dogeon’s prank to end. The professor’s words became longer than he thought, and Yeongin’s area below, with the climax right before his eyes, began to tremble thinly.

‘No, heuk, ah…’

His vision spun, and the thought that he might lose his rationality like this dominated his mind. Seeing Yeongin, who had started to shed cold sweat with his neck turning completely red, Dogeon pulled his hand away.

“Ah, heu…”

At that moment, strength left Yeongin’s body, which had been tense with his waist held stiffly, and his loosened legs trembled. However, the area below, with the climax right in front of him, flared and chewed its lips as if regretful. As if his clitoris were his heart, he thumped below.

Yeongin’s mouth opened on its own, he let out a long, hot breath, and the corners of his eyes turned red. At the sight of him gasping for breath while giving off a smell of being in heat that anyone could notice, Dogeon held out his damp hand to Yeongin and said.

“You smell incredibly like pussy juice. You’re truly no different from a whore.”

At the man’s scoffing voice, his earlobes flushed as if to burst. Yeongin’s eyes, staring at Dogeon while breathing roughly, were stained with shame. Seeing him pressing his red lips with his white teeth, the man opened his mouth.

“Follow me out.”

“Do, geon-ah…”

“Get out before I pin you down and fuck you right here.”

The lecture hadn’t finished yet. Moreover, the professor was his major professor. If his first impression was bad like this, he might not be able to get a proper grade…

“Fine. Then let’s fuck here, whatever.”

At Yeongin’s attitude, which was clearly thinking about something else at a glance, Dogeon, whose expression had distorted coldly, pushed his hand inside the hoodie. Touching his thin belly skin with his fingertips, Yeongin inhaled, heaved his chest, and hurriedly grabbed the man’s hand.

“I, I’ll go out. So, please, don’t do it here.”

He was scared that someone would look back. Looking at Dogeon, who had grabbed his arm roughly and made him stand up, Yeongin followed him out of the lecture hall with his head lowered deeply.

Having left his major books, laptop, and bag in the lecture hall, Yeongin walked through the hallway, lengthening his stride to keep up with Dogeon, who was leading the way with a hardened face.

“Do, geon, Dogeon…!”

Where on earth was he planning to go? Yeongin frowned at the hand that grabbed his arm strongly, ignoring his words as if he were very angry. Leading Yeongin to the bathroom at the very end, as if he knew the geography well, Dogeon locked the door and took him inside.

“Aeu…!”

“Strip.”

Why had it come to this again? He thought everything with the man had ended. Yeongin bit his lips tight and lifted his head. Dogeon was scary, but he didn’t want to be toyed with by him anymore.