Chapter Zero

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"What's the worst thing that could happen?" I thought, after agreeing to what she asked of me. 

I'll tell you what. It made me want to break up with her, right then and there. It also made me realize what a fucking piece of shit I truly am.

Having dated Nora for over five months (I think) I had suggested that maybe it was time we take things to the next level. That was last week and I know she thought I was asking her out officially. In all honesty, I just wanted to fuck her. But I guess I wasn't ready to give up the hope of having her all to myself so I want with it. I didn't want her running off to some other dude that could (and for sure would) treat her better. Like I said, I'm a pig and all I want is a good fuck. So I went along, hoping that she might give it up.

My friends tell me I'm a bad guy for having this mindset but at 19, never having had sex, all I can't think of is having my dick inside someone, no matter what, no matter who it hurts, even if in the end, it hurts me. 

All I want is sex. And Nora is the most delicious flower there is. Big juicy boobs that bounce slightly when she walks, all perky and in a hurry, long slim legs crowned by a small but firm ass, red soft lips, soft pale skin, long dark silky hair… 

She's everyone's dream. She's my wet dream. We met in class, university to be exact and I played hard to get for a few weeks, knowing that she'd be easier to catch if she thought I didn't want her. Girls want guys who make them feel like they're less. In reality, I know she's hotter and smarter than me. She could do better, but knowing how to manipulate people gives me the advantage. Of course I knew who she was and I had my eye on her from day one. 

I knew she wanted me. Everyone wants Hwang Hyunjin. So I took advantage of her and played the gentleman. That's what nice girls want. They want a guy that opens the door for them, buys her nice things, takes them out to dinner to fancy restaurants, always picking her up in my new BMW, always listening to her, always the gentleman. But the truth is, woman… They want a sugar daddy. A replacement of the dad that never gave them the attention that they needed as kids. And I am more than willing to play my part, as long as I get what I want. 

I want her wide open for me. I want to take her innocence, destroy her in more ways than one. All her crevices, her holes, her entire body, I want to fuck her senseless, and the fact she keeps saying "no" drives me crazy. I won't do anything without consent, and I'm a patient guy. I enjoy the game, because relationships are a game. In time, she'll give it up. And I'll do everything I want and more. 

So when I got a message from Nora right after sitting down for class telling me to meet her at the Starbucks across the street after school, I thought that finally it was my chance. 

It was a two hour class and none of my friends were there. They probably all skipped this one because they're lazy fucks who don't have parents up their asses expecting decent grades. I get it though… I wouldn't be here if I wasn't in it for the money. My dad pays for my life. As long as I study, he keeps my account full. I know next year he'll want me to get a job, but for now, I still have time to enjoy being a spoiled brat. Seven months to be exact. So money is not a problem for me. Studying also comes easy, since I have a very good memory and I actually like going to classes.

So all my basic needs are covered, except for one. And my dick is tingling, victim to my imagination. I want two things. I want her cunt on my cock and I want my friends, at least one of them, here with me so I can share the news.

They're not here so I decide to text the group chat. 

"Yo, cum bags. I think Nora's gonna give it up, finally"

Text sent and I already see two of them responding. I smile, tingling dick and all.

"Treat her right, Hyunjin" 

That's Chan. He really is a good guy. Even though he shags everything that moves, he's always so considerate and honest that girls actually thank him when he turns them down. It bothers me that he truly is a nice person. It reflects on me, on how much of a piece of shit I am. 

Jisung is more innocent than me. Well, anyone is, to be honest. But he is, really, a sweet fuckboy. What is even that? I laugh, because I confirm my stupid thoughts when I see his text.

"Maybe she just wants to hang out?"

"On a bloody Tuesday night?" I ask, smiling. 

I look up and around for a second, checking to see I don't get caught on my phone. 

"Idk, maybe she wants to talk" he says, again proving my point. He gets his share of action, but my boy is still a kid in many ways. 

Again, jealousy starts stinging. I want to be more like him. Just unaware of people's true instincts, of the fact that humans are only motivated to do stuff only if they get something useful in return. I wonder what girls get when they sleep with Jisung. Safety? Orgasms? Fun? I'm not about to downplay him and pretend he's not a catch but he's such a scrawny little dude, always joking around and being late everywhere.

"Jisung, stop being such a child and pray for my penis. If I don't get with her tonight, I'll have to break it up" 

Silence follows my text and I say nothing more. They're always on my case for being a bad person, particularly for treating women like trash. I can't help myself, or perhaps I don't want to help myself. Perhaps life's easier thinking I'm better than the fairer sex. I would have to get inside my own psyche to fully understand why I am like this, but for now, all I want to think about is Nora and her sweet snatch. 

I leave my phone in my pocket and look up. The teacher has his back to the class, going on about the history of slaves in The United States of America. I give it my attention for a full ten minutes before I feel a tiny prickling sensation in my left ear. I turned around just to see another boy, two rows to my left, moving his gaze away from me as fast as he can. Not fast enough, because I caught him staring. 

I don't think too much of it and I get my attention back to the class, taking notes and trying not to think about Nora's slick crevices for the next hour and a half. 

I am Hwang Hyunjin and today, finally, I'll get laid. 


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