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Chapter 3

By the time Chaewon woke up the next morning, she realized that it was close to noon, and she had slept through all of her classes.

She bolted out of bed, grabbed her cell phone, and had to blink a couple of times before she noticed that yes it was almost the afternoon, yes she was going to have to turn in that Chem homework late, and yes she came four times last night before exhausting herself and passing out naked in her bed.

Chaewon wasn't one that masturbated often in fact she found that she was often too tired at the end of every day to even bother with it but even when she did, she only did enough to take the edge off, offer some reprieve from the stress of the day, and just go to bed.

But she saw herself in the mirror the next morning. Her hair was an absolute wreck, there were bite marks on her knuckles from where she was biting down on her hand last night, her lips were swollen from nibbling on them so hard, and there some small nail marks on her breasts from when she was palming them in time with her own fingers working in and out of her.

She looked like she had gotten laid last night.

All of this was just masturbating to the thought of Hyejoo finally touching like Chaewon wanted her to.

Imagine if she actually had sex with Hyejoo. Had Hyejoo touching Chaewon all over instead of herself.

Just the thought of that made Chaewon shiver and look away from the mirror before she jumped back into bed and wasted away the rest of the day.

When she finally snuck out of her room with her shower caddy to go and get clean all the while ignoring the smirks and eyebrow waggles of her neighbor who probably thought Chaewon had some incredible sex last night Chaewon realized that maybe all of this self denial nonsense was getting to be a bit much.

After all, you couldn't really say that you disliked someone when you got off four times to the thought of them.

So she made a decision that morning in front of her mirror after her shower.

Chaewon grabbed the edges of her mirror, stared her reflection straight in the eye, and spoke calmly.

"Alright. Stop kidding yourself. You are severely attracted to Hyejoo, and she's probably one of the most gorgeous women you've ever met in your life."

There. Said and out in the open. As much as the security guard's brash, cocky, and invasive behavior made Chaewon want to bolt or at least give her a lecture on basic decorum the senior didn't think her blood had ever boiled that hot for something in such a long time.

Chaewon never really lusted after people. Not actively. Passing attractions, sure. Momentary crushes, plenty. But the idea of Hyejoo was absolutely intoxicating, and after last night, that idea was already solidified in her body.

There was no getting around it. There was only resolving it.

Of course, that was easier said than done, which led to Chaewon's current problem.

Chaewon was nursing a cup of coffee in her hands while she sat on the benches outside the main campus library and was staring across the lawns at the entrance gates of the university. There, Hyejoo was posted in her security booth, keeping an eye on everyone who entered and exited the campus, and was currently strumming on her bass guitar with her feet propped up on the desk. Her hair was up in a haphazard bun and she had shed her security shirt and remained in nothing but a black tank top along with her signature leather pants and tall boots.

The senior grumbled into her coffee cup and felt like smashing her head into the table.

Hyejoo literally wasn't wearing anything exceptional. It was just a normal tank top and those same stupid discount leather pants and boots that she got from some hole-in-the-wall thrift shop that all of the hipsters on campus probably knew all about. But damn it if something about Hyejoo's arms showing —God, they're so toned, does she work out? — and her hair all piled up on the top of her head like she had just rolled out of bed and fixed her hair quickly just made Chaewon want to stare.