One day, right after a sticky, tongue-heavy kiss, something akin to their first encounter in Yurin's room happened again. Yurin grabbed Seon-ah's wrists with her left hand and started pulling off his pants with her right. Seon-ah shouted "No!" repeatedly, but Yurin's eyes were wild—flushed with excitement, unfocused, her grip rough and frantic. Yurin's state stemmed from puberty, years of unintended arousal, the onset of self-pleasure, and factors Seon-ah couldn't fathom.
But when Seon-ah glared at her with cold, resolute eyes, firmly rejecting her, Yurin had no choice but to back off. She realized forcing it would end their relationship—rape-like behavior wasn't worth it. Calming her excitement, Yurin apologized, blaming Seon-ah for stirring her uncontrollable urges.
Seon-ah reflected on how he'd touched Yurin's body and let Yurin touch his over the years. With Yurin's peak sexual age hitting, it had exploded. He acknowledged his partial responsibility. They reached an agreement: sex would wait until college, and Seon-ah would occasionally relieve Yurin's pent-up desire with his hands. It was a relief to settle it this way—going all the way with his sensitive body would've left him a helpless mess.
He had to figure out how to manage this sensitivity before going further. Otherwise, who knew what might happen?
His attempts to desensitize his body were futile. The more he masturbated, the more sensitive he became. His past-life experience with hundreds of encounters was useless in this reversed world. Accepting Yurin's desire physically might drive him insane. He feared the intensity but also felt a flicker of anticipation. Yurin's looks matched his tastes perfectly, and surely she wouldn't be too rough, right? Sex wasn't self-pleasure—maybe he could endure it.
With no real solution, Seon-ah began ignoring the looming consequences with baseless confidence.
Time passed, and the long-awaited yet dreaded Hanil University entrance ceremony arrived. Studying was tedious, one of the dullest things he did. Though most past-life memories were fuzzy, repeating it brought back nostalgia and a renewed sense of its importance. Wanting to honor his current parents, he poured effort into it.
Universities here were chosen by grades. In a world where Gates unleashed magical creatures, what field earned the most? Medicine, since people got hurt? Not quite—awakened healers encroached on that, making it less popular. Guild management, aiding guilds, military, civilians, and government? Regular companies also dealt with Gate-related investments, so it wasn't much different from general business studies.
Among many options, Gate Resource Studies was the most lucrative. Elixirs, potions, metals lighter than 3kg with bulletproof coverage—the resources from Gates defied human imagination. Handling them required specialized licenses and skills, refined over 50 years of regulations. Hanil University led the field, founded by the top Hanil Guild, which supplied students with Gate items worth millions to billions for practice. What other school offered billion-dollar teaching tools?
Entry required top-tier entrance exam scores, especially for Gate Resource Studies. Seon-ah had another reason for choosing Hanil: to escape Yurin by living far from home in the dorms. But somehow, Yurin followed him there. With her mother Yura's hunter merits and a donation admission system, Yurin—born with a silver spoon—easily enrolled. Hunters who closed Gates earned special points for university admissions, jobs, and more, though it required significant achievements. For Park Yura, a veteran of Hwaryong Guild and a hunter a decade senior to Seon-ah's mother, it was feasible.
Since "that incident," Yurin's predatory glares whenever she got the chance terrified Seon-ah. Going all the way would be disastrous. Even now, Yurin's sly, expectant expression reflected in her eyes.
"It's only been a week—'long time' my foot," Seon-ah retorted, brushing off Yurin's casual remark in a futile attempt at denial.
"The day we've been waiting for is finally here. Aren't you excited?" Yurin said, as if talking about the ceremony, then leaned close to Seon-ah's face and whispered, "I mean sex."
Her voice was soft, but the words threw Seon-ah into a flustered, excited panic, his face flushing. Yurin's lustful expression, licking her lips, revealed her intentions—tinged with something sadistic. Seon-ah's cheeks burned.
"See you after the ceremony," he stammered, his heart sinking with shame and fear. The urge to flee surged to the top of his mind.
Hanil University, renowned as a prestigious institution, had a tradition where the top freshman spoke on behalf of their peers, addressing faculty and seniors with their aspirations and reflections. Yurin stared intently as the top student spoke—it was Seon-ah, her closest friend and lover. They'd studied together during exam seasons, and Yurin knew Seon-ah had always excelled. Seeing him shine filled Yurin with pride and a desire to brag.
"With that, I conclude. Please guide us freshmen well," Seon-ah finished. Before the ceremony ended, he slipped out under the pretense of a bathroom break. He'd texted other classmates earlier, so heading to the dorms afterward seemed fine.
Rushing toward the main gate, heart pounding, he spotted a familiar figure—his childhood friend and the reason he was fleeing. Yurin was already waiting at the gate, approaching him.
"How did she know to wait there?"
Yurin had noticed Seon-ah slip out the back after his speech, acting like he was avoiding someone. It felt off. Applying to Hanil, far from home, in secret; his surprising skill at kissing—all of it was suspicious. Another girl's shadow loomed over Seon-ah. Promising sex after college wasn't something a guy here would say lightly. To Yurin, it wasn't just a crude act—it was a long-awaited promise with her beloved.
Seon-ah wasn't the type to lie about sleeping with her, even if he were dating someone else. He loved naughty things and never lied about matters involving Yurin, even if he hid them. With anticipation, Yurin waited at the back gate. After years of arousal, she'd finally hold Seon-ah accountable—and ask his body directly if another girl existed. Her excitement grew, moisture pooling between her legs.
Even if there were another girl, Yurin vowed to ruin Seon-ah's cheating body, marking it as hers alone.