Delinquent Girls Are Too Fond of Me

Two days had already passed since that day.

The day I lost my virginity for the first time in my life.

Even now, the memory made my penis ache faintly.

The filming continued even after the second climax.

To be honest, the first and second times weren’t usable for footage because I was just a clueless virgin, completely at her mercy.

Starting from the third time, I moved more deliberately, trying to be mindful of the camera.

Having experienced two climaxes already, I felt a bit more confident, and it was definitely better than before.

When I finally laid Lee Ju-ha down and mounted her, thrusting my penis in,

to be honest, I even felt a sense of conquest.

Looking down at her own body, Lee Ju-ha could only pant heavily, her breast rising and falling. Just watching her like that made all the frustration I had felt until now seem to vanish.

And so, the first shoot came to an end that day.

We had sex, but nothing really changed afterward.

If anything, I was the only one who felt self-conscious. Lee Ju-ha, on the other hand, acted like it didn’t matter at all—like it was no different from picking her nose or something equally trivial.

That evening, we even ordered delivery to celebrate both the first shoot and me losing my virginity.

Honestly, who else but Lee Ju-ha would buy delivery food to congratulate someone on losing their virginity? She’s crazy…

And to think it wasn’t someone else – it was her. Her body, her vagina.

Since that day, my emotions have been all over the place.

The lingering sensations of that day would sometimes bring back the scent of skin mixed with the sharp smell of semen.

The memory of thrusting in, pushing through her tightness, would make me hard at the most random moments.

Thinking about sleeping with Lee Ju-ha and losing my virginity would sometimes make me laugh to myself, laughing for no reason.

But other times, I’d feel blank, realising how bizarre my precious first experience had been.

I’d always imagined losing my virginity to someone I loved, in a romantic setting, with gentle passion…

Not like this.

“Damn it…”

Well, it’s in the past now.

A new day begins and life goes on.

It’s back to the routine of a first year student.

“That’s all for today’s lesson.”

“Thanks for the lesson!”

Damn.

I haven’t been able to concentrate at all for the last two days.

Every time I try, the memory comes flooding back, completely derailing my concentration.

And now there’s a side effect.

Whenever I see a woman pass by, I keep imagining them naked.

What would they look like? What about her? Damn it.

I don’t even want to think like this, but my brain seems to be running on this circuit by force.

Maybe if I stay at home for a few days and play games it’ll go away.

It’s spring, and the smell of shampoo and skin that women carry around only makes it worse.

After seeing nothing but school uniforms in high school, the variety of colourful outfits in college feels like sensory overload.

I’m sure I didn’t feel like this at the beginning of the semester… It’s all because of Lee Ju-ha.

“Where should I go…?”

Losing my virginity hasn’t really changed anything.

I’m still a loser, a friendless loner in my freshman year.

Other students seem to have made friends at the beginning of the semester and are already hanging out in groups.

Sure, I see familiar faces and exchange greetings, but that’s about it.

I don’t eat lunch with anyone or hang out with them.

What if I end up going through college without making any friends?

The fear creeps in, but damn it, I just can’t bring myself to strike up a conversation.

I don’t know… Maybe I’ll make at least one friend in time?

“What should I do at lunch?”

Even eating alone feels like such a chore…

Going to a PC cafe to eat ramen in a corner or grabbing a triangle kimbap to eat in an empty spot or classroom is exhausting.

I’m always on edge, afraid someone might walk in… afraid I might run into someone from my class.

Damn… I thought graduating from high school would mean I’d finally stop being a loser, but here I am, still stuck. Ugh…

“…”

Maybe I should get some new clothes?

I keep wondering if I look too much like a loser and that’s why no one wants to hang out with me.

Back in high school, I could just casually ask the person next to me what game they were playing, or strike up a conversation while forced to team up in gym class.

Sometimes just bringing snacks like Saekom Dalcom or Mychew and sharing them during breaks was enough to make friends.

But in college, that doesn’t seem possible…

It feels like everyone’s in their own group from the start. Trying to strike up a conversation feels awkward, especially when the next class is about to start.

“Ugh…”

I guess I’ll just fill up on snacks and have a proper meal at home later…

I can’t help but think about the warm delivery pork belly I had with Lee Ju-ha two days ago.

I want a real meal too… a proper one.

Shuffle, shuffle.

With a long gap between classes, I either have to go to a computer café or bury myself in the library on my phone.

Killing time feels like such a chore.

I never realised how inconvenient a timetable could be. Especially as a first year, where half the courses are pre-assigned and there is no room to adjust.

“Ah, the numbers don’t add up. The numbers.”

As I passed the wide field on my way to the library, a group of students caught my eye.

They were a few boys from my class, along with second and third year students.

Oh, crap!

Of all people, it had to be someone from my department. If I make eye contact, it’s just going to be so awkward.

I quickly changed course, sticking as close to the edge of the path as possible.

Just act like you have another class! Walk fast!

“Oh? It’s Jun-hyung.”

“Who?”

“The guy walking over there at the edge.”

Crap!

I tried my best to move in full Dark Templar mode, but I was still spotted.

Man, their eyesight is insane.

“Who is that? Is he from our department?”

“Yes, yes. He’s a first year in our class.”

“Oh, really? Hey, mate! Get over here!”

A loud shout calling me out echoed across the field.

Nooooo!!!

At the same time, the eyes of all my classmates turned towards me.

Please, no, damn it… With my face flushed, I quickly ran over to the senior.

“Hello, Senior!”

“Oh yeah, hey. So you’re a first year. Where are you off to?”

“T-to… the library.”

Dozens of blank stares from my classmates pierced me.

The library? What for? For what? Their expressions screamed these questions.

I hate that kind of attention…

“Oh, you have a break? How long is your break?”

“Th-three hours.”

“Wow, perfect timing!”

What’s so perfect about it?

No way… please, no!!!

The senior clapped his hands with a beaming smile.

“What was your name again? Jun-nyuk? Junhyeong?”

“I’m Lee Jun-hyung.”

“Ah, Jun-hyung! Do you play football? If you have nothing else to do, why don’t you join us? We’re one player short!”

“Sounds… great.”

More like ‘catastrophic’. I cried inwardly as I hesitantly took off my backpack.

I couldn’t really say no…

To make matters worse, a couple of girls from our department were sitting on the benches nearby watching. The humiliation was unbearable.

I hadn’t even started running and I was already breaking out in a cold sweat!

“Hey, we’ve got enough players! Get ready!”

“Alright!”

Damn it… no, I don’t want to… Playing football in such an open space is the worst.

Tearing up inside, I took the shirt a classmate had given me.

What the hell… Real Madrid, number 7? Isn’t that Ronaldo’s number with the vinyl sheen?

Why this one? Seriously, weren’t there any other shirts? Why did they give me this one?

“OK, let’s allocate the positions!”

The teams were already set, so of course I ended up on the white team.

“OK, I’ll play up front with Juhwan and Seungyeop.

Everyone else, sort out midfield and defence.”

Luckily, one of the seniors volunteered to play goalkeeper.

At least it saves me from total embarrassment – no worries about being hit by a flying ball or jumping back in fear.

The midfield, of course, was made up of the more athletic or football-savvy players.

The defence, of course, was made up of the less skilled or those who just wanted to take it easy.

Naturally, I ended up on the left side of defence…

Right-back – the most useless, forgettable position in school football. Feels familiar.

The only problem is that it’s annoyingly close to the bench, so the girls’ stares make me super self-conscious!

“Are you good at football?”

The centre-back struck up a friendly conversation with me.

He had dark skin with a few pockmarks and looked like he’d be great at football.

Apparently, he’d given up a midfielder’s spot for the seniors and ended up here as a special case.

Not all defenders are cut from the same cloth.

“Ah… no, not really. I can just clear the ball when it gets close to me…”

“That’s all a defender has to do.”

“R-really?”

Wow… that was my first real conversation in days.