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Episode 165: Hey, Want to Come In for Ramen? 

To get straight to the point  

My attempt at outdoor sex with Mi-hyun failed. 

I tried to ride the mood and pull Mi-hyun out the door with me, but  

"Hey, are you crazy?" 

Shit. 

Mi-hyun’s expression was dead serious, not just pretending to resist she genuinely didn’t want to. 

‘Huh. This isn’t it.’ 

So, flustered, I pulled out of Mi-hyun’s pussy and tried to persuade her. 

"Come on... it’s thrilling, don’t you want to try it outside?" 

"No way! Are you crazy?" 

...Way too firm. 

Ouch. 

Yeah. 

Honestly, this is normal. 

Maybe it’s because I’ve gotten used to sluts like Go Joo-hee who accept everything... 

I just assumed Mi-hyun would go along with anything if I pushed, but seeing her serious face, all the confidence I’d gained from fucking Go Joo-hee deflated like a popped balloon. 

Of course, dragging someone out into the hallway for sex with no build-up is a good way to get slapped. 

Mi-hyun isn’t someone I can treat like Go Joo-hee. 

"Tch... fine." 

But when I visibly pouted in disappointment, Mi-hyun, glancing toward Mom’s room, grabbed my lips and said, 

"Geez... why? Why do you suddenly want to do it outside?" 

"I just... wanted to try it." 

"Jeez... did you watch some weird porn or something?" 

It wasn’t porn, it was just from doing it with a girl who’s down for anything... 

But if I said that, I’d be dead. 

"Sigh. Whatever. Let’s just go back to the room and finish." 

But even as she looked at me like I was pathetic, she still wanted to keep having sex, so she pulled me back to the room. 

Tch. 

I’ll make it happen someday. 

Obviously, I don’t spend every single day just having sex. 

It’s not like I’m fucking Mom and Mi-hyun every day... 

Well, I do, but only as a way to relieve stress. 

My main job is still being a college student. 

And it’s mid-April  

Time for my first midterms. 

So I spent most of my time holed up in the library with friends, studying. 

Of course, we all hit a wall and fell into despair. 

"Ugh... this is so fucking hard." 

"Shit, why do I have to do math again in college?" 

Damn Big Data Applications major. 

I don’t even know if it’s humanities, science, or some hybrid bastard, but 

I have to keep learning and re-learning statistics... 

More fucking math. 

But who can I blame? 

It’s called "Big" Data Applications for a reason. 

They want people with solid foundations in math, computer science, programming, statistics, databases, 

plus the ability to apply AI and big data to finance, accounting, production, marketing... 

Just looking at it, there’s a ton to do. 

"Damn it, seriously." 

Honestly, I didn’t have some big vision when I chose this major. 

I just vaguely thought it’d be promising for the future, good for getting a job. 

"Hey. This Big Data Programming class makes me want to shoot the professor and go to heaven with him." 

"Haha... shut up and study." 

By the way, I’ve only introduced Gyutae as my friend, but of course I made plenty of friends in my major. 

Funny thing when I was a virgin, I was introverted and didn’t have many friends, 

but now that I can have all the sex I want, I’ve become more outgoing. 

Confidence? 

Or just being more relaxed? 

Maybe that’s it. 

‘Is this the power of being an alpha male?’ 

I got rejected when I asked Mi-hyun for outdoor sex yesterday, 

but I didn’t do it for no reason. 

There’s a primal pleasure in being able to make women cum whenever you want. 

That confidence just overflows. 

Of course, right now I’m just a lost soul wandering between algorithms and logic circuits. 

Anyway, while I was burning out in the library, 

one of my friends nicknamed "Choksae" for his chatty mouth came over to our study group and whispered, 

"Hey, let’s go to the student lounge!" 

"Huh? Why?" 

"Senior Shin Mirae is buying pizza and chicken!" 

"Really?" 

"Yeah. Why?" 

"How should I know? I’m just telling you to come eat." 

"Thanks!" 

"Let’s go, let’s go!" 

It was 11 o’clock. 

No wonder I was starving. 

Our pack of hungry hyenas drooled as we sprinted to the lounge to receive our senior’s blessing. 

"Whoa! Real chicken and pizza!" 

"Hey! Hey! Don’t run!" 

"Ah, sorry!" 

We burst into the lounge to see tables covered in chicken and pizza. 

And... 

There was beer. 

... 

Beer during exam week? 

Is this for real? 

Then our sponsor no, our benefactor, Senior Shin Mirae looked over us freshmen with a satisfied smile, clapped, and spoke in a playful, teacherly tone. 

"Alright~ Let’s all be good little ducklings, quack!" 

"Quack...!" 

"Quack!" 

"Good job, freshmen. Exam week’s tough, right?" 

"Yes!" 

"I feel like I’m dying!" 

"Haha. Yeah, I thought it’d be easy when I started here, but I almost died too. So eat some chicken and pizza, recharge, and get back to studying~" 

...She really seems like she’d be better as a kindergarten teacher. 

Oh, you don’t know who Mirae-senpai is? 

Remember freshman orientation? 

She’s the upperclassman who got me and So-hye together... 

The one who, without knowing, basically demonstrated outdoor sex for us. 

And the one who treated me and So-hye to a meal before. 

She must come from money she’s famous for being generous to juniors, and she’s very outgoing, always leading as class president. 

"Yes! Thank you, senpai!" 

"Thank you, senpai!" 

We were so moved by our general no, our senior’s kindness that we dove into the chicken and pizza like zombies. 

"And! If you don’t want to drink, you can skip it, but if you do, come to this table! One night of drinking won’t kill you, right?" 

Wow. 

Beer during exam week... 

But Mirae-senpai moved to the table with beer and soju, joining the other seniors. 

...That table had already given up on studying tonight. 

‘Ugh. I shouldn’t drink.’ 

I’d already blown off too much study time at Gyutae’s place with wild parties, so I needed to avoid it this time. 

But... 

"Hey. Kang Hyun-sung!" 

"...Yes? Yes?" 

"You’re coming over here." 

She crooked her finger at me, singling me out. 

‘Shit...’ 

Actually, I’d gotten pretty close with Mirae-senpai through our TOEIC study club. 

"Ah, noona, I really need to study." 

"What, I don’t need to study?" 

"You’re just saying that because you can’t do it anyway, right?" 

"What? Want to die? Get over here, punk." 

We could joke like this without any awkwardness. 

Anyway, I grumbled but joined Mirae-senpai’s table. 

It was full of outgoing seniors a bit intimidating for a freshman. 

"Oh, Hyun-sung~ Have a drink." 

"Ah, just a little!" 

"Hey! What’s ‘just a little’? Be a man, bottoms up!" 

A rough-talking senior from the fourth year. 

"Is this Hyun-sung? Oh my, he’s handsome!" 

"Hey, he has a girlfriend, you bitch." 

"Hey, just because there’s a goalkeeper doesn’t mean you can’t score a goal." 

"What are you saying, you crazy bitch, haha." 

A third-year female senior eyed me up and down like a hungry auntie. 

"Hey. Where’s So-hye?" 

"Oh, she has a 7pm curfew. She went home." 

"What? Wow." 

"Her dad’s a pastor, right? He’s famous, isn’t he?" 

"Really?" 

So-hye, who’d gone home, became a brief topic of gossip. 

"007... Bang!" 

"Ahh!" 

We played some drinking games. 

"Black knight! Black knight!" 

"Pwah! Ugh!" 

The shot glasses spun around the table, 

and I watched as people, desperate to escape exams, drank themselves into oblivion. 

"Whoa. Shit... it’s already 3am..." 

"Noona, can you get up?" 

"Yeah... ow!" 

"Huh, what’s wrong?" 

"I think I twisted my ankle." 

"Hey, you and you, help her. Mirae’s place is right nearby, just help her a bit." 

"I’m fine, I’m fine! I can go alone!" 

"Are you sure...?" 

"Hyun-sung, I think you just need to help her a bit..." 

I got picked to help drunken Mirae-senpai back to her apartment. 

Up to now, I’ve introduced Mirae-senpai as a third-year upperclassman. 

But now, let’s talk about Shin Mirae as a woman. 

"Careful... careful." 

"Yeah. It’s not sprained that badly." 

Supporting her, we headed for the front gate. 

She wasn’t as light as So-hye, but she was slim and leaned her weight on my arm. 

Hmm. 

Her chest wasn’t too big or too small, pressing into my forearm. 

If it’s a B cup, it’s a full B; maybe a C. 

Just right not as big as Mi-hyun’s H or Mom’s E, but those two are way above average for Koreans. 

Mirae-senpai is definitely above average. 

"Haa... haa... Noona, you’re heavy." 

"What? Heavy? You’re strong enough." 

"Hehe. You think I’m fit?" 

"Yeah. Have you been working out?" 

She subtly leaned on me and stroked my arm. 

Obvious move. 

But I’m not a prude... honestly, I was turned on. 

My pants bulged noticeably. 

Soon, we reached her place... 

"Hey... want to come in for ramen before you go?" 

The classic line I’d been hoping for.