Chapter 47: Almost Caught[18+]
While they continued their heated session, the faint sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway outside. A group of students approached the door, their casual chatter filling the silence. One of them reached for the handle and twisted it, only to find it locked.
"What the fuck? Why is this locked? We were just in here a few minutes ago," one of them muttered, jiggling the handle again in frustration.
At the sound of voices, So-Yeon immediately pulled herself off Travis's cock, a messy trail of saliva stretching between her lips and his shaft before snapping. Her wide eyes locked onto his, panic written all over her face. But Travis, leaning back against the desk, remained calm, raising a finger to his lips in a silent command: stay quiet.
"Probably someone fucking inside. Let's go check the other door and see who it is," another voice suggested, followed by a chorus of agreement.
Travis wasted no time. He grabbed So-Yeon's wrist and guided her toward the window. Moving quickly but carefully, they peeked outside, scanning the area before slipping out. The moment their feet hit the ground, Travis reached back and shut the window behind them.
Inside, the students finally managed to get the door open and stepped in, eyes scanning the dimly lit room. It was empty. Suspicious, they fanned out, checking behind desks, under tables, even peeking into the closets.
"They've gotta be hiding somewhere," one of them muttered, frowning as he kicked at a chair.
Then, one of them noticed something on the floor near the desk—a small puddle of something wet and glistening under the light. He smirked and gestured for the others to take a look.
"Guess someone really was in here," he chuckled. "But they must've left right before we got here."
Another one snorted. "Damn, that dude must cum fast."
Laughter erupted among them before they finally lost interest and left.
Meanwhile, Travis and So-Yeon made their way across the campus toward the parking lot, moving swiftly to avoid being seen. As they reached his car, Travis suddenly felt an odd twinge in his chest. A slow, simmering annoyance settled in.
'Someone just insulted me…' he thought, jaw tightening slightly. 'I'll get them one day.'
He exhaled through his nose, shaking it off as So-Yeon grabbed his arm with a grin, completely unaware of the minor bruise his ego had just taken.
They stumbled into her car, barely getting the doors shut before their hands were all over each other. Clothes were pushed aside in a frenzy, their bodies colliding with raw need. The car rocked with their movements, the windows quickly fogging up as heat filled the space. Their breaths were ragged, their moans swallowed by the enclosed space as they lost themselves in the moment.
But time wasn't on their side. As much as she wanted to stay tangled up with him, she had responsibilities to get back to. With a reluctant sigh, she reached for her scattered clothes, the scent of sex still thick in the air. She pulled her shirt over her head while Travis leaned back in his seat, running a hand through his hair and inhaling deeply.
'Man, I love sex,' he thought, still catching his breath.
She buttoned up her blouse and glanced at him, smirking. "Well, I should be going now. I need to send a report to the principal. Also, I need a massage from all the sex."
Travis chuckled, stretching his arms behind his head. "Don't worry, I'll give you one. I happen to be a good masseur."
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Is there anything you're not good at?"
"Sure, I guess. Just haven't found it yet," he said with a cocky grin, making her roll her eyes playfully.
They stepped out of the car, the cool air hitting their skin as reality settled back in. She adjusted her skirt, shot him one last look, then headed inside, leaving him leaning against his own car parked beside hers. He exhaled, running a hand down his face before sliding into his seat, reclining back with a sigh.
'Hmm, I'm hella bored. I don't wanna start a new story before I finish this one, though. It'll make things extremely complicated. Guess I'll be doing this most of the time,' he thought, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel.
The afternoon sun hung lazily in the sky, casting warm light through his windshield as he sat there, lost in his thoughts.
Just as Travis was about to lean back and turn on some music, his phone buzzed with an incoming text. He glanced at the screen—Yeon-Ah?
'When did she take my number? Must have got it from the paperwork I signed, I guess,' he thought, raising an eyebrow.
Yeon-Ah: Could you please hurry and help me?
His curiosity piqued, but he wasn't exactly busy.
Me: On my way!
Without hesitation, he turned the key in the ignition. The engine roared to life, a deep, aggressive purr that echoed in the parking lot. Travis wasted no time, shifting into gear and peeling out of the campus lot. As he sped off, his eyes caught sight of a group of students heading into a peculiar building.
'Oh, that's where the Sextudy group is held. Can't wait to arrive and make everyone my hoe. Also, I will not be sharing, so don't worry,' he thought smugly.
While he knew there were things he couldn't control—like the fact that by the time he got there, the group would already be balls deep in each other—he was determined to make every girl there bow down to his cock and his cock only. If anyone had a problem with that, they could stop reading right now.
And remember—it's only NTR if Travis is in love or has already fucked that girl and then they get fucked by someone else.
The thought brought a smirk to his face as he pressed harder on the gas. The city blurred past him, streetlights flashing in his peripheral vision. It didn't take long for him to reach Yeon-Ah's apartment complex. He parked haphazardly, barely cutting the engine before he was out of the car.
Instead of waiting for the elevator, he sprinted toward the stairwell. His legs moved fast, taking two steps at a time as he rushed upward. Whatever she needed, she made it sound urgent. And Travis wasn't the type to leave a lady waiting.
When he reached the door, he knocked firmly, waiting for a response. It didn't take long before Yeon-Ah answered, standing in the doorway with an awkward smile, her fingers nervously fiddling with the hem of her sweater.
"Thanks for coming," she said, her voice carrying a hint of embarrassment.
Travis raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, what's the issue?"
But before she could answer, a distinct, unpleasant scent hit him. His nose wrinkled slightly. The unmistakable smell of burned meat filled the air. He took a deep breath, and it all clicked.
'Oh yeah, I forgot she couldn't cook. She probably bought everything already cooked when I ate here before,' he thought, stifling a smirk.
Yeon-Ah sighed, shifting her weight. "So, I need help preparing for tonight. I could've called Ha-Seong, but he's busy with school, so I called you instead," she admitted, her tone carrying a hint of reluctance.
Travis nodded, stepping inside. "Oh, that's cool. So, what are we cooking?"
Her lips curled into a small, relieved smile, clearly expecting him to complain but pleased when he didn't. "Um… Wagyu," she said, her voice a little unsure.
Travis blinked. 'Isn't that pretty easy to make? Oh well, this is a great opportunity for me to get closer to her,' he thought, cracking his knuckles as he stepped toward the kitchen.
"Alright, let's see what we're working with," he said, rolling up his sleeves.
TO BE CONTINUED