Across The Pornhwa Verse

Travis was dropped off at his apartment while So-Yeon drove to work. She had a hundred questions running through her mind, mostly about how he planned to get to college on his own. A part of her wanted to wait, just to make sure he had everything figured out, but Travis reassured her with a confident smile.

"I've got it all covered," he had said, his tone firm yet warm.

She studied his face for a moment, then nodded. If he said he had it handled, she believed him. Without pressing further, she drove off, but her heart felt lighter than it had in a long time. As she navigated through the morning traffic, she couldn't stop smiling. It was the first time in what felt like forever that she had been this happy, and it was all thanks to Travis.

Meanwhile, Travis arrived at his new place, only to find several moving trucks parked outside, ready to deliver his belongings. He cracked a grin and waved them over.

"Follow me," he instructed, leading them upstairs.

The movers efficiently placed everything inside, though most of the heavy lifting was done by Travis himself. His unnatural strength and speed made the entire process a breeze. Within no time, everything was in its rightful place. He stepped back, admiring his work with a satisfied nod.

'Not bad. Looks like home now.'

After a quick change of clothes, he was about to leave for school when a sudden knock at the door caught his attention. He opened it to find Yeon-Ah standing there, her radiant smile brightening the entire hallway.

"Good morning, Travis," she greeted, her voice as soft and sweet as a gentle breeze.

"Hey, Noona. How are you?" He stepped aside, gesturing for her to come in.

"I'm great," she said, stepping inside and immediately taking in the room. Her eyes widened in shock as she scanned the furnishings.

'How does he afford all of this? Is he a chaebol or something?'

"Wow," she finally said aloud. "I see you've furnished the place really well."

"Yeah, figured I'd do it all today since I'm officially moving in," he replied. "I'm planning a housewarming party—well, apartment warming, I guess. You're invited, of course. Also, please invite the others."

Her eyes lit up. "Oh, that sounds fun! Do we have to bring gifts?"

"No, just your marvelous cooking is enough," he said with a grin.

Yeon-Ah's cheeks tinged pink at the compliment. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, trying to hide her reaction. "Well… I can definitely do that."

He watched as she composed herself. It was subtle, but he didn't miss the way she fidgeted slightly, caught off guard by his words.

"I should get going now," she said. "I'm sure you need some time to yourself. But if you're ever free, feel free to come and sit with me anytime, okay?"

Travis nodded. "Thanks, Noona. I'll keep that in mind."

Before he could say anything else, she suddenly stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him in a warm hug.

"I'm really happy you moved in," she murmured. "I don't know how many times I'll end up saying that, but it doesn't matter."

Travis returned the hug, his voice softer now. "No matter how many times you say it, it'll always feel great to hear it from you."

Her breath hitched. He felt the subtle shift in her posture, the way her heartbeat quickened just slightly against him. A moment later, she pulled back in a hurry, her cheeks flushed.

"Okay! See you tonight," she said, clearing her throat. "What time again?"

"Seven on the dot."

"Alright! Bye!" She turned on her heel and walked out, though her movements were slightly more hurried than before.

Travis leaned against the doorframe, watching her go with a smirk.

Love: 9

Interest: 25

Lust: 2

'Decent numbers. Gotta work harder if I wanna shake her even more.'

He chuckled to himself before closing the door.

Travis pulled out his phone and dialed Ha Ye-Jung's number. The call barely rang twice before she picked up.

"Travis?" Her voice was light, almost eager.

"Yeah. Can you drive me to college?"

"Of course!" she responded without hesitation. A second later, he heard rustling, followed by the sound of an engine roaring to life.

She wasted no time, jumping into her sleek Mercedes C63s and speeding over. Within minutes, she pulled up in front of his apartment, rolling down the window with a smirk.

"Get in, ~darling~"

Travis chuckled as he slid into the passenger seat. The interior smelled like leather and faint vanilla, the scent she always carried. As she shifted into gear, the car purred forward, gliding smoothly through the streets.

"How's the mansion treating you?" he asked, glancing at her.

Ye-Jung's lips curled into a satisfied smile. "It's great. All of us girls get along really well. Even Ruri—who I was sure hated me at first. Turns out we just misunderstood each other. Now, we're on pretty good terms."

"That's cool," Travis said, nodding.

She tapped her fingers against the steering wheel. "Oh, and guess what? That neighbor boy? Heard he moved back in with his parents."

Travis let out a low chuckle. "Oh? Nam Juho? Wonder why he did that."

Ye-Jung shot him a look—a mix of amusement and disbelief. It was the kind of expression that said, Really? But she didn't say anything more, just shook her head with a knowing smirk.

The rest of the ride was smooth, filled with light conversation and the occasional teasing remark from Ye-Jung. When they arrived, Travis unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to her.

"Take the SLS today. Leave this one here," he instructed.

Ye-Jung didn't question it. She simply nodded, switched cars, and drove off, leaving Travis with the Mercedes. He adjusted his jacket and strolled across the parking lot, eventually stopping beside So-Yeon's car. With a smirk, he parked next to it, locked the doors, and made his way into the school.

His first stop was the principal's office, where an older man greeted him respectfully before handing him a bag full of books.

"Everything you'll need is in here. Try not to fall behind," the principal said.

Travis took the bag with ease, slinging it over his shoulder. "I'll be fine. Thanks."

With that, he walked to class, blending into the crowd of students like any other normal kid. But as soon as he stepped inside, he noticed something odd—Na-Yeon was staring at him.

She wasn't just glancing in his direction. She was studying him, her brows slightly furrowed, as if deep in thought.

Curious, he raised a hand in a small wave. But instead of acknowledging him, she quickly averted her gaze, pretending not to see him.

'The hell is her problem?' he wondered, dropping his hand back down.

Na-Yeon sat at her desk, tapping her pen against her notebook absentmindedly. She couldn't get the morning's sight out of her head.

' Who was that woman?'

She had seen Travis getting dropped off by a stunning woman earlier, but there was no way that was his mother. There wasn't a single resemblance.

'His stepmom, maybe? But she didn't give off a motherly vibe at all…'

She sighed, resting her chin in her hand.

'There's only one way to know for sure—I'll just have to ask him myself. And while I'm at it… maybe I can ask him if he'd be willing to drive me around town.'

A small smirk played on her lips at the thought.

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The lesson droned on, the professor's voice blending into the background noise as Travis casually scrolled through his phone under the desk. Suddenly, a message popped up from So-Yeon.

So-Yeon: Come to Room 3B. Now.

Travis raised an eyebrow at the abrupt request. There was no context, no explanation—just a direct order.

'That's… unexpected.'

Still, he had no reason to refuse. Slipping his phone back into his pocket, he stood up, grabbed his bag, and walked out of the lecture hall without a word. A few students glanced at him, but no one questioned it.

Navigating through the hallways, he arrived at the designated classroom. The moment he stepped inside, the door clicked shut behind him, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

'History repeats itself,' he thought with mild amusement as he turned around—only to be yanked down into a chair by none other than So-Yeon.

Before he could react, she was already on her knees, fingers working at his zipper with practiced ease. Her eyes burned with raw hunger, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips.

"While I was busy with some work, I suddenly got the craving to suck this thing," she murmured, her voice dripping with desire. "So that's exactly what I'm about to do."

Travis leaned back, exhaling a chuckle. "Wow. That's… very random."

So-Yeon ignored him, her focus solely on his length as she tugged down his pants. His cock sprang free, standing proudly before her. Her eyes gleamed with excitement, her lips parting slightly as she took in the sight.

"So big…" she whispered, licking her lips. "Mmm, this is going to be so much fun."

She leaned in closer, her warm breath teasing his sensitive skin. The sensation sent a shiver through Travis, his fingers gripping the armrests of the chair.

So-Yeon inhaled deeply, her eyes fluttering shut as if savoring the moment. A soft moan escaped her lips.

"Mmm, it smells so erotic," she murmured. "I love it."

Her delicate fingers curled around him, her grip firm yet teasing as she began to stroke his length, her touch slow and deliberate. Her other hand trailed up his thigh, her nails grazing against his skin, sending little jolts of pleasure up his spine.

She looked up at him through her lashes, her gaze heavy with anticipation. "I've been thinking about this all morning, you know? How you taste, how you feel…" Her voice was laced with need, her lips mere inches away from his aching length.

Travis smirked. "Then what are you waiting for?"

So-Yeon giggled, eyes flashing with excitement. "You're right. No need to waste time."

TO BE CONTINUED

[A/N : I'll kinda do everything mirroring the actual pornhwa here and there but not completely. So this might be a lengthy one. Could probably end it at chapter 80 or 90. Maybe even 100. ]