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They were condoms I had bought for that one-in-ten-thousand, truly once-in-ten-thousand possibility. But contrary to my expectations, the person who opened that box of condoms wasn’t Woogyun but Cha Geonhyeok, and that day I had sex with a man for the first time.
“Ngh, ah! Ah! Hah…!”
Afraid the semen-filled condom in my hand would burst, I couldn’t even grip it properly and squeezed my eyes shut. *Haa.* Cha Geonhyeok let out a low breath near my ear, kissed my cheeks with *smack, smack* sounds, and pulled out his cock that had been lodged firmly in my hole. He lifted his upper body, peeled off the condom from his cock, and tied the end. Then he placed it in my empty left hand.
I clutched a condom in each hand and heaved my chest. My vision spun round and round. My body trembled from time to time. Cha Geonhyeok, holding my thighs, stroked my lower abdomen with his hand.
“What time is your class today?”
“T-two o’clock…”
“You’re going to be late.”
My half-lidded eyes snapped wide open. I tried to hurriedly get off the bed, but Cha Geonhyeok stuck his hand into the back of my head. He lightly gripped my hair and shoved his tongue into my mouth without warning. Concerned about the condoms in my hands, I groaned, unable to do this or that, then *smack*, brought my hand down on his back.
“……”
One of the condoms that couldn’t withstand the pressure burst, and semen flowed down Cha Geonhyeok’s back. I was flustered for a moment, but it looked good on him.
“Who told you to play around?”
While I was at it, I wiped my wet hand on his body. With great audacity, I even smeared semen in his hair. I giggled at Cha Geonhyeok’s gaze staring down at me silently.
“Lee Yunhae, is this funny?”
“Are you mad? That’s why you shouldn’t block someone’s future. Move so I can go to school.”
“I’m done with classes today.”
Cha Geonhyeok, who had been propping up his upper body slightly, pressed his chest against me and put his weight on me. It was heavy. I frowned slightly and pushed him away with my sticky hands.
“I know. So what?”
“What do you mean ‘so what.’ I’m saying let’s do it one more time.”
“What are you talking about. No, ngh!”
The glans entered inside my hole. Since we’d done it twice, it didn’t hurt much. But the sensation of raw cock without a condom was different from the start.
“You crazy, you crazy bastard! Put on a condom!”
“Put on?”
“Put on! Put it on right now!”
“Okay.”
Cha Geonhyeok obediently answered and got up, stretching out his arm to get a condom. He put it on his erect cock and grabbed my legs to spread them. *Mmm,* I took in his cock halfway. Only then did I realize I’d been caught in his trap. But it was already too late.
“Geon, Geonhyeok…!”
I flailed and pulled Cha Geonhyeok’s neck toward me, and Cha Geonhyeok said in a flat voice like a joke, “Oh my, eating well,” as he smoothly inserted his cock into my hole. Every time he moved his hips, *squelch, squelch,* sounds came from below. My reason drifted away all too easily.
“Ah, ah! Hah!”
Come to think of it, how did I end up continuing this relationship?
“Mmm! Ngh! Ah, it hurts…!”
“Hey, don’t bend your back.”
“Nnngh, hah…!”
I don’t remember well. I just came to my senses and I was here.
* * *
My body was worn out. Lethargy combined with spring drowsiness made me yawn repeatedly. I entered the lecture hall and sat in a corner seat, lying face down. *Throb, throb,* my lower back ached.
I always had sex with Cha Geonhyeok at my place. Because of that, throwing away the condoms filled with Cha Geonhyeok’s semen, washing the blankets stained with gel and semen, and ventilating the room were all my responsibility. Suddenly annoyed by that, I threw the condom back at him yesterday. In conclusion, I ended up cleaning up that condom too.
“Am I a pushover or what…”
Sometimes it seemed like my mouth was smarter than my head.
“What pushover. Did someone string you along?”
With a bored face, the class president who does everything sat down in the seat next to me with a thud and asked. I removed his bag strap that had landed on my arm and lifted my prone body. When had he asked the question—the class president was busily tapping on his phone.
“Who are you always contacting like that?”
“Who else. My girlfriend. So, why are you a pushover?”
“I’m not a pushover.”
I spoke in a sullen voice. I should have denied it calmly, but I got choked up without realizing it. Doesn’t this make me look like a real pushover? I parted my lips to calmly add an explanation. But the class president, who put down his phone face-down, was faster than me.
“If you say you’re not, then you’re not. But, are you seeing anyone right now?”
“……”
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
Anyone could see I was single. I showed up without fail at drinking parties that happened three or four times a week, I was always in good contact with my classmates, and whenever I was asked “Do you have a girlfriend?” I answered “No” without hesitation. If he had ears, the class president would know this fact too. So why was he asking?
“Did someone tell you to mess with me from the crack of dawn?”
“What are you suddenly talking about? I was going to ask if you’re going to the group date this evening.”
I relaxed my frown. It seemed the class president really didn’t know I was single. Setting that aside for now, a group date? The most I could do there was make opposite-sex friends. But the class president didn’t know my sexual orientation. Cha Geonhyeok was the only person at our school who knew I was gay.
“Forget it. What group date… Students should study.”
“That’s true. You totally bombed the midterms.”
Was the class president a bad guy or a good guy? I smacked the arm of the class president who was holding his phone.
I failed the midterms that ended two weeks ago. Since it was my first exam in college, I thought I tried hard in my own way, but filling in the answers on the unfamiliar test papers was harder than I thought. The liberal arts subjects that had memorization-related questions within the exam range the professor told us about were relatively okay. But the essay questions for some major courses that required students’ profound insights weren’t easy. So I screwed up a bit. To avoid turning the expensive college tuition into toilet paper, I needed to pay attention to the upcoming assignments and final exams.
“Anyway, I’m not drinking for a while. I’m going to study.”
As if to show my determination, I took out a notebook and a pen from my bag and placed them on the desk. I rummaged through the textbook I had prepared in advance and opened the page for today’s class.
“You’re not going to the group date either?”
“I’m not going.”
I answered firmly. The class president picked up his phone and clicked his tongue lightly. Then he said,
“Can’t be helped. I’ll have to tell Jang Woogyun to go.”
“What?”
I turned my head with a *whoosh* sound. The class president, who had been tapping his phone with quick fingers, shrugged his shoulders.
“If there’s really no one to go, Jang Woogyun agreed to go. Since you can’t go either, I have to call Jang Woogyun, you know.”
“Wait, wait!”
I snatched the class president’s phone. The class president looked down at his empty hand and turned to me.
“What?”
“What’s this group date that Woogyun is the last resort?”
At my question, the class president crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. He exhaled a long breath and spoke slowly.
“Well… to explain simply, someone I know said they want to have a group date with our department, so I’m gathering people, but because it’s on a weekday and there’s a major class the next morning, the kids are saying they won’t go. At least Jang Woogyun has time, but it’s uncomfortable to have a group date with your ex-girlfriend, right? He was a bit reluctant about it. But that guy’s kind of nice. He said he’d look at how many people we gather, and if we’re short on people, he’d go out.”
I racked my brain to organize the situation. But it didn’t work well. The only thing that came to mind in my silently tangled head was one thing. Ex-girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend?
“At that group date… Woogyun’s ex-girlfriend is coming out?”
“Yeah. Didn’t I tell you?”
He didn’t. The class president had a good head for studying but didn’t seem to know the priority of words. That is, at least the important priority for me. No, it would be dangerous if I knew this. No, no! Now wasn’t the time to think about such things.
“D-did they date for a long time?”
“Who. Jang Woogyun and his ex-girlfriend?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t think they dated that long. But from what I saw, the girl seems to have some lingering feelings for Jang Woogyun. The organizer from their side asked me twice whether Jang Woogyun was coming out too. Very secretly.”
The class president spoke while rubbing his chin. I ruminated on his words. An ex-girlfriend with lingering feelings and Jang Woogyun who looked like a prince no matter when you saw him. If they reunited at the group date… I swallowed.
The chances of Woogyun, who was likely heterosexual, and me working out were almost nonexistent. But even so, I didn’t want to send the person I had a crush on to a group date. Especially a group date where his ex would be present.
“I’ll go.”
I returned the phone to the class president and gripped the pen in my hand. I drew a circle in the corner of the book.
“You?”
“Yeah. I’ll go.”
“Well, that’s good for me. One less hassle.”
The class president, who laughed with relief, tapped his phone again. I secretly let out a sigh of relief and drew two dots in the fairly well-drawn circle to make eyes. I even added long ears to draw a rabbit.
It was a good thing I did. Since I would be going to the group date in place of Woogyun, who would have awkwardly reunited with his ex-girlfriend, I might be able to use this as an excuse to talk to him later. Maybe I could even hear words of gratitude. Then I’d go to the convenience store together and ask him to buy me a candy or something. And there I’d buy him something better. The most expensive sandwich or white milk like Woogyun. Then good Gyun would thank me again and take me out for a meal outside school…
