Delinquent Girls Are Too Fond of Me

Lee Ju-ha’s first impression was simple:

“This guy must have been a bit of a punk in middle school.”

Sitting at the back of the class, loudly chewing gum while leaning back in his chair and scrolling through his phone, he gave off the vibe that he was definitely not someone to be messed with.

And I was right.

I don’t know if he led the group or if the group just gravitated towards him, but he became the centre of the female delinquent clique, strutting around with an air of confidence.

Even in high school, his physical presence stood out.

His bone structure was naturally solid and his whole body was visibly well built.

He was tall, and everything about him screamed strength and intimidation.

No joke, he was strong enough to beat up scrawny guys without much effort.

In fact, he once beat the crap out of a cocky second-tier guy, leaving him a bloody mess.

When I saw that scene, I immediately decided that I would never get on his bad side.

However, despite his physical dominance, his personality wasn’t all that bad.

Judging from his first impression, I thought he’d go around beating people up and extorting money from them.

But he didn’t.

He was more like one of those delinquent who would only beat someone up when he was in a bad mood – which was relatively mild for someone in his position.

My unfortunate relationship with Lee Ju-ha began after that incident.

During gym class, I would use the excuse of needing to go to the bathroom to sneak back into the classroom and grab some snacks.

Skipping soccer and chilling on the bench while secretly munching on sweet treats? Heaven.

So, feeling good, I strolled happily back to the classroom… only to find something unexpected.

Lee Ju-ha was there.

“Hmm…”

She was half-naked, wearing only her PE pants, staring at herself in the mirror.

She was lifting her breast up and down, fiddling with it.

I had no idea why she was doing such a bizarre thing.

Was she measuring her bust size? Did she think she’d gained weight and was checking? Who knows?

The problem was that I saw it.

My jaw dropped. What the hell is this crazy person doing baring her breast in the classroom!?

Every instinct in me screamed to run, but I wasn’t so lucky.

Through the mirror, she saw me standing there, mouth wide open. And, of course, she caught my reflection.

“Gasp!!!”

I didn’t know why my first instinct was to run.

Would it have been better to drop to my knees and beg for my life?

But before my brain could think it through, my body moved on its own. Run! Run, dammit!

“Sh*t!”

There was no delicate, feminine kyaaah! like you’d expect in a typical girly situation.

Maybe with other girls, that might’ve been the case. But not Lee Ju-ha.

I could feel her death-reaper-like speed closing in behind me.

I jumped down the stairs, desperately trying to escape, but… she caught me in no time.

It was the difference in physicality. Or maybe, I was just pathetically weak.

Honestly, even if I had successfully escaped, I would’ve been done for later anyway. We had seen each other’s faces.

“Ha… haah… You little… bastard, you—”

“Please, spare me!”

“You saw, didn’t you?”

I frantically shook my head.

No, I didn’t see anything! Absolutely nothing! I swear I didn’t see anything, especially not your breast!

But Lee Ju-ha’s expression as she stared back at me was pure terror-inducing.

“What exactly didn’t you see?”

“Uh…”

And that was how my history as her errand boy began.

The first three months were pure hell.

Maybe she thought I’d spread rumors, so she kept a close watch on me.

I had to stay by Lee Ju-ha’s side at all times and wasn’t allowed to hang out with other friends.

What, did she really think I’d run around saying something stupid like, “Haha! Lee Ju-ha’s breast is amazing!”?

I had no intention of saying anything—I knew I’d get killed if I did—but from her perspective, she couldn’t trust me.

After three months of being worked to death, I naturally became known among my classmates as “the errand boy.”

And before I knew it, I ended up being a minion for other female delinquent as well.

Looking back, you could say that it all started… because of Lee Ju-ha.

“Smooch.”

But then, that very same Lee Ju-ha…

Right now, Lee Ju-ha is sucking my dick.

“Ah…”

Am I dreaming? Is this really happening?

It started off so intensely that it felt like my brain was about to melt.

Smooch, spit.

Even if this were being filmed, isn’t she taking it a bit too seriously?

She could’ve just pretended to put it in, moved it around a bit, and been done with it. That would’ve been enough.

But, in a way, this was something only Lee Ju-ha could do.

Her personality had always been oddly open-minded, leaning toward a lack of prejudice.

Instead of saying “I wouldn’t suck a loser’s dick, disgusting!” she was more like “Oh, it’s a loser’s dick? Looks just like any other.”

It seemed like her thought process worked that way.

“Ah… ahhh.”

I almost melted completely.

Lee Ju-ha got up and went to the bathroom to spit out the remaining mess in her mouth.

I slowly sat up, leaning my back against the wall.

The plain white wallpaper and the typical one-room apartment setting came back into focus.

What the hell did I just do?

“Ugh, damn.”

Lee Ju-ha returned after rinsing her mouth, grumbling under her breath.

For some reason, the sight of her two bouncing breasts caught my attention all over again, and I couldn’t help but find it fascinating.

They bounced with a firm elasticity every time she walked…

“I must be losing my mind.”

Lee Ju-ha laughed and sat back down in front of me.

…Her breast was beautiful.

For a moment, my hand almost reached out toward her breasts, but I held back with great effort.

Honestly, I wanted nothing more than to grab them, squeeze them, and press my lips against hers, but I somehow managed to endure it with superhuman restraint.

Instead, my penis made its opinion known, standing up straight once again, as if eager to take charge.

“Oh.”

Without hesitation, Lee Ju-ha grabbed my penis and started stroking it up and down, leaning in closer.

That scent… her skin.

The smell of her skin, much stronger than before, filled my nose completely.

“Here comes the main event.”

Lee Ju-ha pushed me against the wall and stood up slightly.

I had the sudden urge to kiss her—not out of affection, but with a raw, animalistic desire to suck on her tongue and rub against her like a beast.

“Mm…”

As she leaned in slightly, her vagina came tantalizingly close to me.

The neatly groomed hair and the smooth line below it…

My brain and my penis were on the verge of exploding with overwhelming sensation.

Lee Ju-ha used her fingers to part her hole, slowly lowering herself onto my lap.

She’s going to… insert herself.

This is my first time…!

But in that moment, a thought suddenly crossed my mind.

“What about a condom?”

“I don’t use condoms.”

What?