Ahyeon stared blankly at the bathroom stall for a moment before shaking her head vigorously from side to side.

"...What?"

"I don’t know. She told me to be a slut and that she’d pay me to do it once."

At those words, Ahyeon’s face darkened instantly.

Taeyang might be known for seeing many girls, but that didn’t justify calling him a slut. Even if there were hundreds of students in a grade, it was impossible for anyone not to know Taeyang and Ahyeon. In other words, this bitch was either a clueless underclassman or an arrogant upperclassman.

"This fucking..."

Just as a stream of profanities was about to burst forth, Ahyeon pressed her lips against Taeyang’s gym pants. Of course, she wasn’t told to stop completely, but she had been advised to minimize her cursing.

She glanced at Taeyang. But he just smiled.

"It’s okay. If you’re angry, you can curse. Besides, you did it thinking of me. I appreciate it."

Saying that, Taeyang raised his hand again and smacked the female student’s white buttocks. He had no intention of being considerate to someone who had treated him like a slut. She was pretty and he had enjoyed her, but that was it.

Slap!

"Ugh!"

"Hey, how many times did you come?"

He pulled her hair, forcing her head back. With barely a trace of sanity left in her eyes, she managed to reply with a slurred voice.

"F-Five times..."

Ahyeon, who had been meticulously trained since childhood, could handle it well, but an ordinary woman would have her legs shaking after coming just a few times.

"I didn’t come even once, what a useless pussy."

It was a sarcastic remark meant to hurt her pride, but she was completely lost in the moment, her body trembling. With a disappointed click of his tongue, Taeyang smacked her buttocks again.

Slap!

"Eek!"

Her white, plump buttocks quivered.

Ahyeon watched with a displeased expression, her arms crossed.

In terms of elasticity and size, she thought she was superior, but that milky white skin looked as if it had never seen the sun, flawless and smooth.

Without ejaculating, Taeyang pulled out his penis. The female student slumped against the toilet, barely managing to stay upright.

Slurp!

Taeyang stared at his penis, covered in vaginal fluid, for a moment before wiping it off with the student’s hair.

"Hey."

"Ah!"

Taeyang swung the ten-thousand-won bill he had received earlier and hit the back of the female student’s head.

A thick wad of ten-thousand-won bills. It wasn’t a small amount, but to Taeyang, who had made a fortune in stocks and coins, it was no different from toilet paper.

"I’m not a slut."

Then he threw the money into the air as if scattering it. The face of Queen Sejong landed in a puddle of semen and vaginal fluid.

"Keep the money. Just clean up here."

With that, he left the bathroom with Ahyeon, not looking back.

*

Taeyang and Ahyeon arrived late at the cafeteria and sat down facing each other with their trays of food. Ahyeon poked at her side dishes with her chopsticks.

"...I really hate girls like that. Should I get some friends to beat her up?"

Ahyeon finally spoke, pouting her lips.

"Don’t bother. She seems to be a grade above us, so no need to make trouble."

Taeyang smiled lightly and placed a piece of meat from his tray onto Ahyeon’s.

"What’s this?"

"Just eat it."

"Are you calling me a pig?"

"Do you not like it?"

"No. Thank you. I love you. I love meat so much."

She cut the meat in half and returned one half to Taeyang’s tray.

"Taeyang, you’re too kind for your own good."

Ahyeon took a big bite of rice. With her cheeks puffed out like a hamster, she chewed her food.

"I definitely need to keep a close eye on Taeyang."

She couldn’t believe it.

How quickly those girls started flocking around him again. She definitely needed to block those lust-driven bitches from approaching him.

Taeyang laughed even more and asked,

"If you watch me that closely, where’s my freedom?"

"What freedom? You’re mine."

"Well, if that’s the case, I have nothing more to say."

It was just an excuse to stick close to him.

Besides, even if he had sex with other women, she would be envious but not jealous, thanks to his thorough training.

"But not today, right?"

Ahyeon put down her chopsticks and sighed. She was clearly disappointed that they couldn’t be together after school.

"Yeah, it’s a shame, but let’s just bear with it today. Tomorrow we can hang out together, or the day after we can go somewhere fun."

Since today was Thursday, they only had to wait one more day for the weekend. The weather was nice these days, with no yellow dust, so it would be great to go somewhere nice.

Taeyang said it casually, but Ahyeon’s eyes sparkled with excitement. Unable to contain her excitement, she jumped up from her seat.

"Really? Then we—"

"Wait a moment."

Taeyang quickly raised his hand to stop her.

"Don’t say what you want to do or where you want to go. Just listen first."

Usually, Taeyang took the lead in their meetings and schedules, but this time he wanted to extend today’s exclusive concept.

"This weekend, you decide everything from A to Z. I’ll go wherever you want and do whatever you want."

"Wh-What?!"

Ahyeon gasped and slumped back into her chair. Her hands on the table were trembling with excitement.

The feeling she had now was like the nervousness she felt years ago when she was formally invited to meet Taeyang’s parents.

"W-What should the concept be?"

Like ordinary students? Or a secret rendezvous? Or something even more outrageous? She even had a dog leash and a tail plug at home.

Taeyang shrugged casually.

"That’s for you to decide too."

"Wh-What?!"

Her mind was racing.

Ahyeon gripped her chopsticks like a knife and shouted. The cafeteria was almost empty, so it didn’t attract much attention, but if it had been crowded, everyone would have stared.

"I-I...! I’ll make it unforgettable! I’ll make it a memory you’ll never forget!"

"I’m looking forward to it. If you do well, I might even give you a reward."

"Really?!"

After that, Ahyeon quickly finished her meal and stood up.

"Let’s go!"

"Where?"

"Where do you think?"

Ahyeon pointed upwards.

"Round two is on the rooftop."

"Oh, right."

They had planned to go to the rooftop after lunch.

With the sudden change of topic, he had almost forgotten. Taeyang smiled wryly as Ahyeon dragged him by the arm.

*

"Taeyangaaaaa!!!! See you tomorrowmmm!!!"

At the bus stop near Taeyang’s apartment, Ahyeon stuck her head out of the bus window, waving her hand vigorously. Taeyang waved back gently.

Even though they lived in different directions, Ahyeon insisted on following him home, leading to a long discussion and this compromise. Of course, Taeyang paid exactly half of the bus fare.

After seeing Ahyeon off, Taeyang returned home to find Moonbyul already waiting for him.

"Wow, you’re back?"

"Yeah."

Moonbyul was ready to go out, needing only to put on her shoes. Seeing her, Taeyang’s eyes widened in admiration.

Honestly, he couldn’t help but be impressed.

"I-Is it weird?"

Noticing his reaction, Moonbyul avoided his gaze and fidgeted with the ends of her hair.

It was just light makeup, but it was a rare sight for Taeyang, making it both awkward and refreshing.

He gave her a genuine thumbs-up.

"No way. You look really beautiful."

"Tch, flattery."

"Ha. Well, I was just going to go casually, but I think I need to match your level?"

Taeyang looked back and forth between his school uniform and Moonbyul’s outfit, then said briefly,

"Just wait a moment."

He went back to his room, took off his entire school uniform, and opened his closet. He took out each piece of clothing and held it up to himself in front of the mirror.

The semi-formal suit he wore to the open class yesterday was too old-fashioned. The reformed school uniform was too casual, and casual sweatpants were out of the question.

After some thought, he put on an outfit. He finished his hair styling with gel and a comb before stepping out of his room.

He wore a navy overshirt, leaving the top and bottom buttons undone. His pants were simple, light-colored straight-leg pants. Underneath, he wore a white tee to cover his skin. He rolled up his sleeves slightly and gestured with his hand.

The outfit itself was simple and monochromatic, but his blond hair added enough flair.

"Ready. Let’s go."

"..."

But Moonbyul remained seated on the sofa, staring at Taeyang with her phone in hand, seemingly lost in thought. Seeing this, Taeyang pointed at her.

"You’re drooling."

"Huh? Oh!"

Only then did she come to her senses and hurriedly wiped the drool from her mouth with her sleeve. She knew it was embarrassing, but she couldn’t help but be mesmerized for a moment.

"What are you thinking so hard about? Let’s go."

"Uh, yeah."

They were dressed too fancy just to go grocery shopping, but neither of them cared as they put on their shoes.

While waiting for the elevator, Moonbyul stared intently at Taeyang’s back from a step behind.

No matter how she looked at it, he seemed dressed for a date rather than a trip to the local mart.

A date.

That word kept echoing in her mind. Moonbyul gently pinched the sleeve of Taeyang’s shirt between her thumb and index finger.

Since it’s a date, this much should be okay...?

Feeling something, Taeyang turned around to check behind him. Seeing her awkwardly holding his sleeve, he nodded slightly.

"You’ll stretch the fabric."

"Oh, sorry..."

Moonbyul quickly let go, feeling deflated. But Taeyang smiled and grabbed her hand.

"If you want to hold something, hold my hand. Like this."

Just then, the elevator arrived. Naturally holding hands, they stepped into the elevator.

[Doors are closing.]

The doors closed, and the elevator descended to the first floor.

Thud- Thud- Thud-

With each floor, a strange, ominous sound echoed through the elevator. Moonbyul looked around in confusion, but Taeyang casually checked his reflection in the mirror, adjusting his clothes with his free hand, seemingly unbothered. Is everything okay?

When they reached the first floor and stepped out of the elevator, Moonbyul finally realized the source of the sound.

Thud- Thud- Thud-

The ominous sound was still close by. But no one else on the street, not even Taeyang, seemed to notice it. Only then did she realize it was the sound of her own heartbeat.

Thud- Thud- Thud-

Her heart was racing, and she couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. As they stepped out of the apartment building, Moonbyul took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. This was just a trip to the mart, but it felt like so much more.