Honey! I'm Sorry Again

It was early autumn, and the crisp Korean wind carried a faint bite, softened by the occasional flurry of delicate snowflakes.

The air was fresh, yet within the pristine corridors of Samhwa Private Academy, something simmered beneath the surface.

A young man strode through the school's hallways.

Sae-Joon Han.

His every step was slow yet deliberate, his long legs carrying him forward effortlessly.

The black uniform he wore clung to his form as if it had been crafted for him alone, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a presence that seemed to command attention without a single word.

The pristine white collar of his shirt peeked from beneath the dark blazer, accentuating the sharp contrast of his jet-black hair, tousled just enough to look both careless and deliberate.

His features, cut from stone, spoke of cruel beauty. High cheekbones.

A defined jawline. And golden-brown eyes that flickered with quiet, undeniable dominance.

He exhaled. A thin mist escaped his lips, curling into the cold air.

Then, he entered the classroom.

And time stopped.

A faint gasp rippled through the room.

Girls froze mid-conversation. Books and pens slipped from slack fingers.

Even the usual whispers before class died in an instant.

It was as if his mere presence had stolen the breath from every person in the room.

"Oh my god…"

"He's hot."

"Why do I suddenly feel so warm…?"

Joon felt it.

The heat.

The way their thighs pressed together beneath their skirts.

The rustling of fabric as they shifted in their seats.

The subtle, intoxicating scent of arousal that lingered in the air like a forbidden perfume.

So, this is what it feels like to be a handsome guy in a pornwha.

Joon barely stopped himself from smirking.

This wasn't his world. Not originally.

Memories flickered.

A dimly lit apartment.

A cheap bottle of soju.

The sound of a woman moaning beside him.

His cock buried deep inside her, ruining her as she clenched and writhed beneath him.

Even though she wasn't his girlfriend.

She was his best friend's fiancée.

And yet, the scum in him had relished every second. Had enjoyed wrecking her completely.

She had been a woman he'd plowed behind his friend's back for months.

Then—

A door slamming open.

The cold, hard barrel of a gun pressed against his temple.

His best friend's face—contorted with rage, teeth gritted as he compared his puny pencil to my cock.

Bang.

Pain. Darkness. Silence.

Death.

And then—

A sudden jolt.

A new body.

A new world.

It hadn't taken him long to realize where he was when he saw the name of the school:

Samhwa Private Academy.

A place he recognized immediately.

He had read this before.

[Honey, I'm Sorry Again.]

An infamous NTR pornwha where the protagonist was cucked, humiliated, and broken repeatedly, until he finally enlisted in the military, came back as a new man, and began his revenge arc.

But Joon Han was not that protagonist.

In the original story, he did not exist.

And yet, here he was.

A wild card.

A mistake in the script.

And if he was here, there was no way in hell he was going to live as a side character.

Joon smirked inwardly.

If this was a world where women fell for men who radiated dominance…

Then he'd conquer it.

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"I-Introduce yourself, Mr. Han. Or do you want us to wait until sunset?"

A stammering voice broke the silence.

Joon's golden eyes flicked toward the front of the classroom.

Miss Kang.

Their voluptuous homeroom teacher.

She was a sight to behold—long, silky brown hair cascading over her shoulders, her tight white blouse struggling to contain her ample chest, and a form-fitting pencil skirt hugging her wide, child-bearing hips.

She was supposed to be mature. Professional.

Yet at this moment, she looked—

Not nervous.

Needy.

The way her hands clenched the attendance sheet too tightly.

The faint tremor in her fingers.

The way her chest rose and fell with uneven breaths.

"She's the slut that sucks the villain's dick in this pornwha. She's weak to indifference. She likes confident men."

Joon's smirk deepened.

"This really is a pornwha world."

Still, he played along.

Raising a hand lazily, he ran his fingers through his thick black hair, lips curling into an easygoing smirk.

Then, he spoke.

"Joon Han. That's all you need to know."

Deep. Smooth. Hypnotic.

A shiver rippled through the classroom.

Even the most composed girls had a visceral reaction.

Hyejin Seo.

The undisputed queen of the class.

Rich. Gorgeous. Impossible to impress.

Yet at this moment—

She was shifting in her seat.

Her thick thighs pressed together beneath her scandalously short skirt.

Her perfectly shaped chest rose and fell with every heavy breath.

"J-Joon, take a seat next to Hyejin," Miss Kang finally managed to say, her voice unsteady.

Joon didn't hesitate.

His long legs carried him across the room effortlessly, the weight of every gaze burning into his back.

He could already feel the resentment from the male students—glaring daggers, filled with jealousy.

It didn't matter.

Sliding into the seat beside Hyejin, he turned to her with a slow, knowing smile.

She returned it, her lips curving into a sultry smirk.

"Looks like we'll be getting… very close," she whispered, her voice dripping with unspoken promise.

Joon leaned in slightly, his breath warm against her ear.

"I don't mind that at all."

Hyejin inhaled sharply.

Fuck.

She wasn't the only one affected.

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AFTER CLASS.

Joon barely had time to stand before the girls swarmed him.

"Joon-oppa, are you single?"

"What type of girls do you like?"

"Come to the rooftop with me… we can get to know each other better."

They pressed closer.

Soft bodies brushing against him.

Plump lips parting slightly as hungry eyes stared up at him.

Joon chuckled.

'If I didn't know what was coming in the future—if I hadn't read that particular orgy chapter—I might've been tempted to actually date one of them.'

'But now? No chance.,

He thought.

"Aren't you all being a little… forward?"

"Can you blame us?"

A new voice.

Hyejin.

She stepped in front of him, gaze dark with intent.

A single finger trailed down his firm chest.

"You're new, but you have a chance. You can take them to the toilet right now if you want."

Joon's fingers barely brushed her wrist—

Yet Hyejin gasped, her knees nearly buckling.

"You're sensitive. But the woman I want to fuck… is you."

Her face flushed deep red.

"Y-you—"

Joon leaned in, his voice a whisper against her ear.

"If you want to fluster me, you'll have to try harder. I'm what they call degenerate scum."

Hyejin shivered violently.

Challenge accepted.

And then—

A voice rang in his ears.

[ Ding… ]

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(End of The Chapter. )