Eighteen’s Bed Novel Completed - Chapter 155

I’ve always thought about it, but I have a seriously good recovery ability. That is, that recovery ability combined with the pervert that was always inside me is the dream I have every night. And the sensation of blood rushing to my lower body is definitely crazy. I hate this about myself too.

“Please, you idiot.”

I tried to think of something mundane. Like the boring face of a professor. I turned off the tap, then grabbed my gown. And for a long time, I recalled countless people and situations that would cool my blood. Then a realistic problem arose.

Perhaps exams are the most efficient way to cool my fervor. Straying from the path is enough with my encounters with Go Yohan. There are no Fs or failures in my life plan. As reality approached, my fervor gradually cooled. Besides, I can’t stay here forever, can I?

After deciding, I put on my gown and turned the doorknob. With the click of the lock, the door opened.

I cautiously opened the door, confirmed no one was there, then quickly locked my room door. Seeing the tightly locked bolt, I finally felt at ease. Then, without rest, I quickly found clothes and changed. It was a goal I had recalled to forget my immorality, but once the goal of an exam appeared, other anxieties set in.

I really didn’t do the final check. I lost my mind again because of Go Yohan. Crazy. I should organize tomorrow’s pop quiz right now. They said it would heavily affect my grades. I had already memorized everything, but you never know. I felt at ease only after lightly reviewing the lectures I had attended.

“Tomorrow’s exam is at 9 AM… If I study for just four hours, I can get some sleep.”

I rubbed my forehead hard with my palm. Preventing the peculiar sluggishness that poured over me, I pulled up a chair.

“Ugh.”

A short yawn escaped me. I lowered the hand that was pressing my forehead, covered my mouth, sat down, and opened my book. Now I just need to organize everything. But as soon as I sit at my desk, immoral fantasies explode like fireworks. What am I supposed to do? I glared at the white paper filled with dense writing and muttered to myself as if making a vow:

“You’re going to grad school, you. You can’t be like this.”

After muttering a few times, I held my forehead with my hand and forced myself to read all the notes I had written. However, the realistic thoughts disappeared like a mayfly, blooming for a very brief moment and then fading. This was all because of the faint footsteps I heard from outside.

“Why is this house so poorly soundproofed…”

The slowly walking footsteps disappeared, then headed towards the kitchen, then approached my door. All my nerves were now directed at my room door. I swallowed hard and stared at the doorknob.

Damn it.

I hastily hit the side of my head hard with my fist. Focus, Kang Jun. You don’t want to hang there with your waist to your toes broken and cry ugly again.

The footsteps lingering near the door stopped. They were definitely not moving. I tried to act nonchalant, burying my nose in my desk. Suddenly, the doorbell rang loudly from outside the room. It was Go Yohan’s phone. Only then did the footsteps move away again, and I heard a faint sound of a door closing in the distance. Judging by the sound and the weight, it was Go Yohan’s room door.

The taut tension finally relaxed. And I had to admit.

“…”

I closed my eyes as if giving up and put down my pen. I lowered my free hand under the desk and, suppressing the feelings mixed with guilt and shame, put my hand inside my pajamas. And in that state, lying face down, I subtly touched my swollen penis.

With that small stimulation, like a flower receiving water and happily straightening its stem, my penis pushed through my clothes and rose. My reddened penis and the smooth skin around it were visible through the gap in my pajamas.

It’s not like I started masturbating after turning twenty.

As Go Yohan’s annoying words put it, my penis, like a white tower on a bare mountain, changed before and after I turned twenty. No one had ever pointed out anything about my penis, so I just thought it was a reasonably decent shape and size.

‘Your dick is white too. You are.’

In an instant, heat rushed to my eyes, and I slammed my head onto the desk. I looked down at my penis, which was vigorously erect under the desk, almost reaching my belly button. If it hadn’t been caught in my clothes, it would have been dripping water and hitting my stomach right away. I squeezed my eyes shut and held my penis with one hand, shaking it up and down.

“Ah…”

With my eyes closed and my face resting on the desk, a cautious moan escaped. I had only closed my eyes because I didn’t want to admit I was doing this, but it turned out to be an error in judgment, making me feel the sensations even more acutely. Imagination always inflates far beyond expectation.

If it wasn’t my hand touching me right now, but Go Yohan’s hand—

The imagination of three fingers awkwardly comforting me unfolded. Long fingers with protruding knuckles. Closely trimmed fingernails. Clearly visible veins on the back of his hand. The moment I thought Go Yohan’s hand was stroking me, a viscous fluid leaked out.

“Ugh.”

I brought my thighs together, still trembling from not having reached climax. I took my hand out of my pants and looked at my glistening hand.

“…”

In the end, I had to experience frustration again this time.

“I’ve finally gone crazy.”

I want to escape reality. I hoped the thoughts that came to mind were just from fatigue, and that I could fall asleep and escape from unbelievable worries. Please, truly, please.

If life at eighteen was a prescribed life, then at twenty, I felt like a river duck that had flowed into the sea. I still felt like a minor, but society seemed to have suddenly thrown me into a vast savanna, forcing freedom upon me. You are an adult now, live as you please. But no one taught me how to live as an adult. It just felt like an extension of nineteen.

An era of indulgence and neglect. A season without adults to control loneliness and pain. A strange universe that was just nineteen plus one year, not twenty. My college life was pleasant yet not pleasant.

Kang Jun, twenty. I still didn’t fit in with my department and had no friends. I had exchanged names with quite a few people, but that was where it ended. Unlike high school, where you met in the same class every time, college risked the downfall of human relationships if you weren’t proactive. Especially if you, like me, didn’t go to department events, freshers’ orientation, or MTs.

“It’s unfair.”

I sat on the terrace in front of the library and glared at Go Yohan. As I watched him with my arms crossed, Go Yohan also crossed his arms, mimicking me.

“You’re pathetic, Jun-ah.”

“How do you always manage to build connections?”

“Connections? Well, I’m nobody.”

“A nobody? Are you kidding me?”

At my question-that-wasn’t-a-question, Go Yohan took the lollipop he was sucking out of his mouth. It was already absurd that he had his feet on a chair everyone else sat on, but he didn’t even care about others’ opinions, resting his elbows on his knees and just grinning. Go Yohan was mocking me like that.

Compared to me, Go Yohan quickly blended into the group. This was due to the difference between departments and faculties. The first-year economics department, with 160 students, was divided into four classes. Neatly named A, B, C, and D. There were classes, and there were class presidents. So their unity was stronger than other departments, and Go Yohan was subjected to the so-called ‘cheer-cheer’ treatment. Lucky bastard.

Annoyed by Go Yohan, I feigned a punch. Go Yohan, even more annoyingly, dodged even that feigned punch. He’s such a jinx. Really.

“Is that a high school? What kind of college student has classes and a class president?”

“Don’t be jealous. Do you know what class I’m in? Class C. Class C. Sounds like shit, right?”

“It’s good. It suits you.”

“My opinion isn’t really important, is it?”

I turned my head to avoid his long fingers tickling my cheek. He was still persistently following.

“You, go quickly.”

“Ah, why-y.”

Because my petty jealousy was about to flare up again. Isn’t it unfair?

When I was holed up in the library, gathering topics for my report, no one acknowledged me. But during the short break between lectures, when Go Yohan briefly visited, a whopping seven people greeted him. In just 10 minutes. I’ve been stuck with my laptop here for three hours!

Go Yohan, oblivious to my feelings, grabbed my arm and shook it. My body swayed with him.

“Jun, my lecture is starting soon.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Should I ditch?”

“…Go Yohan, you’ve really become delinquent since coming to college. You even started smoking.”

“Should I ditch?”

Go Yohan swallowed my words and asked seriously again. Why ask me that?

I looked at Go Yohan, then my gaze fell on his elbow resting on the old table and his large hand cupping his chin. And even his shoes, dirty from the long rainy season. He must have run all the way here. Then there’s no reason for me to deliberately write my report near Go Yohan’s classroom. I shook my head again this time.

“Don’t ditch.”

“Why?”

“Go to class and…”

Should I say it or not? I fiddled with the space bar with my finger, then impulsively opened my mouth.

“…you can just text me.”

“What? Text?”

My impulsively opened mouth wouldn’t close. My minimal defense was to cover my mouth with my hand and bend my waist, making the smallest sound I could.

“You get to attend class, it’s a rational choice, isn’t it?”

Actually, I don’t want to break up with Go Yohan. I believe Go Yohan feels the same. Probably. Probably…

Honestly. Honestly, I’ve imagined breaking up with Go Yohan. To be even more frank, the mere thought of it made me so depressed that I lost my appetite for several days. But Go Yohan just poked his lips with his finger, scoffing at my grand plan. How dare he.

“You’re being cheeky.”

“…”

Why do I like him? Sometimes I feel this kind of doubt. Still, I hardened my expression, pretending not to care.

“You’ll regret it later if your grades are bad.”

“Regret? Bullshit. Neither you nor I will ever have to get a job anyway.”

“I’m different. I’m going to grad school. I need to maintain my grades.”

“Grad school?”

Go Yohan’s hand, which had been poking his lips, stopped. Then he asked, genuinely curious.

“Why?”

“…”

Why do you think so? Because it’s my future plan. I haven’t given up on the path to success yet. In my silence, Go Yohan put on a serious face, then suddenly stood up at a completely random moment.

“I’m going to class.”

“Sud-suddenly?”

And then, without reacting to my confusion, he hastily left the library. Without even a goodbye. I was about to call out loudly to Go Yohan, but seeing the surrounding atmosphere, I closed my mouth. Then, with bustling movements, I took out my phone and typed a message.

“I’ll wait until class is over_”

Waiting… Just as I was pondering what to write next, a reply came.

“K”

“Remember?”

It was a strange, incomprehensible message. And after a short pause, another followed.

“Don’t sit with that guy.”

“…”

I sat there, holding my throbbing head. My college life felt pleasant yet unpleasant. Pleasant things came like gifts if you endured life, while unpleasant things came almost daily, like trials. And the culprit was Go Yohan. I don’t know why Go Yohan believes in religion, but I’m the one who receives the trials.

“Excuse me, but don’t sit next to me.”

“Huh? Me?”

Kang Soohyun hit his chest in confusion. I pretended not to notice, moving my mouse, and said,

“Your friend told me to.”

“My, my friend? Did I have such an unkind friend?”

Kang Soohyun pondered the quality of his connections, fumbling at his chest. But in the end, Kang Soohyun didn’t listen to me and sat down next to me anyway. He even nonchalantly took out a laptop as big as a house, making a ruckus, and placed it in front of me.

Ugh. Is this what they mean by being between a rock and a hard place? Going back meant taking a leave of absence, and going forward meant an F. It was wrong to take the “Gender and Marriage” class in the first place. They said it was a sweet class, but I guess I fell for the rumors.

“Alright, look. I’ve made a PPT first, you see.”

As soon as he opened the laptop, the keyboard lit up with a colorful, dazzling light. Kang Soohyun, who had squeezed his body between me and the laptop, found a presentation file in a corner of his messy desktop and clicked on it.

“My laptop performs better than most desktops. I can add various animations.”

“Ah, really…”

Does he really need to add that? I squinted at the back of Kang Soohyun’s head and then shifted my gaze to the laptop. And I was aghast.

What is this font?

“J-just a moment.”

“Why? Do you want to see it that closely?”

Ignoring Kang Soohyun’s nonsense, I scrolled up to check. Crazy, Yangjae Wadangche? I’d never even heard of such a font.

“It’s, it’s pretty good, right?”

“No, look. Listen.”

“It’s pretty, right?”

“I don’t mean to hurt your feelings, but why did you use this font?”

“They say design is important for presentations these days.”

The day Yangjae Wadangche would be considered an important design seemed too far in the future. I wondered if it would even come.

“Let’s change the font.”

“Change it? Just like that? Why? You don’t like it? Why? This is why I don’t get along with liberal arts majors.”

“Why is liberal arts suddenly coming into this?”

“See! He doesn’t know his own fault.”

Kang Soohyun closed his eyes disgustingly. I tried my best to ignore Kang Soohyun’s words and, for now, chose the best basic font and changed it. However, there was a bigger problem. The content that came into view after changing the font was, quite literally, the worst kind of trash.

<What do women find sexiest during intercourse?>

-3rd place. Can I drink your XXX?

-2nd place. Oppa, your XX is delicious.

-1st place. Your XX is so delicious.

※Result of survey on 18 women

Shit, is this a buffet?

I just kept my hands on the keyboard, afraid to turn the page. It seemed Kang Soohyun misunderstood that. Kang Soohyun looked at me deeply with eyes full of arrogance.

“It’s like American teen sensibility, right? Romantic sex. Girls these days are like this, they say. They have that kind of, that kind of sycophantic mindset, different from the old days. Don’t ask how I know. You’re not the only candidate to complete my assignment. Unfortunately, Kang Soohyun, the beauty of the engineering department, has connections similar to a vast plain. Compared to my friends, your face is so ordinary it won’t even be remembered.”

“If you have such a person, why didn’t you go with that friend from the start? Why did you specifically choose an ordinary me?”

“I don’t really want to tell you that, do I?”

Kang Soohyun’s eyelids fluttered as he said that. Likewise, his legs trembled noisily. Thanks to that, every time the desk and Kang Soohyun’s knees bumped, the laptop on the desk rattled. I frowned and unfurrowed my brows imperceptibly. He’s incredibly noisy. Annoying.

“Hey, your leg…”

“Jun’s friend.”

A calloused, firm finger covered my lips. Ugh. I felt an intense disgust at the sensation on my lips. I involuntarily gagged. I felt like throwing up right then and there. I even almost openly swore. But then I saw the second bastard Kang Soohyun’s eyes rolling to one side as if possessed, and I stopped, creeped out.

Just ignore him. Don’t make eye contact. As I thought that, Kang Soohyun’s elbow nudged my arm.

“H-hey, the girl next to me keeps looking at me. She’s looking at me.”

“Who’s looking at you?”

“Don’t look! Don’t even look with the whites of your eyes.”

You’re the one whose eyes are rolling, it seems. And it’s so obvious. Even the student who was looking this way, whoever it was, must have noticed. I stopped getting involved in Kang Soohyun’s nonsense. And gathering my courage, I moved to the next screen. And then I squeezed my eyes shut.

<What do women most want to hear during intercourse?>

-3rd place. Do you like it?

-2nd place. Don’t hold back, you can moan. Let yourself go.

-1st place. (Calling their name) XX-ah… XX…!

※Result of survey on 18 women

Let’s stop looking.

It was clear that if I finished the assignment with the topic Kang Soohyun had chosen, I wouldn’t just fail, I’d be utterly humiliated. What would the other students in the class think when they saw this? They’d be happy, wouldn’t they? That some idiots who’d lower the curve had appeared.

I rummaged through my bag and plugged the USB with my sub-topic into Kang Soohyun’s laptop.

It was thanks to anticipating that something like this would happen.

Honestly, I think mine isn’t great either. I’m used to solving given problems, and I’m terrible at creative assignments that require me to come up with something new. But I can confidently say it’s at least better than Kang Soohyun’s. I guarantee it’ll at least go from absolute trash to something recyclable.

“Anyway, I’ve thought of a different topic, so if you also…”

“Jun’s friend, he’s coming. He’s coming this way. Can you check if there’s anything on my face!”

“Ugh!”

Kang Soohyun violently pushed my shoulder, and the mouse cursor slid off the desktop and disappeared. Shit. I quietly swore while lying down, not making a sound. I didn’t even get up, feeling like more swearing wouldn’t be enough.

Kang Soohyun looked at me, his mouth wide open. The intricate structure of his teeth was clearly visible to me.

“Ugh…”

My stomach churned as if it was about to vomit. It was an utterly repulsive sight. And miraculously, surprisingly, Kang Soohyun’s words were true. An unfamiliar presence stopped right next to me.

“Excuse me, by any chance, I… I’m sorry.”

“Yes, what is it?”

Kang Soohyun quickly closed his mouth and lowered his voice. How pretentious.

“That… to the person next to you.”

“…”

Finally, Kang Soohyun shut up. If it’s the person next to him, that’s me. I stopped the silent curse I’d been mouthing and raised my head. As soon as my vision cleared, my eyes met two people. Kang Soohyun and an unknown student. The student whose eyes met mine quickly pointed a finger at where I had been sitting.

“That, well, it’s not me, but my friend asked me to come.”

“Ah, yes.”

The student tried to point somewhere but quickly hid his finger. He awkwardly smiled, covering his index finger with his palm. I knew he was trying to be considerate of his friend, but from the atmosphere, it was clear which desk he had come from. And the awkwardly smiling mouth quickly spat out a question.

“It’s nothing else, but… by any chance, are you seeing anyone, or, by any chance, are you thinking of seeing someone?”

“Ah…”

But what should I say? Unfortunately, I wasn’t used to this kind of situation either. What could I expect from an all-boys middle and high school? Most of my studies were tutoring anyway. I subtly looked at Kang Soohyun for help. But Kang Soohyun, for some reason, had his lips pursed into a circle, pouting.

…Come to think of it, Kang Soohyun had a face that didn’t need to be in such a situation.

“…Well.”

Swallowing felt rough and annoying, like a fishbone caught in my throat.

The person. The one who boasted flamboyant features but was so deeply contoured that his face was perpetually shadowed. The one with a graceful jawline but a thick neck and heavy Adam’s apple. The one with long, beautiful fingers, but with prominent, rough-looking joints in between. Go Yohan.

I read the anticipation in the eyes of the two people urging an answer, and the unseen expectation of one more person.

“No. I don’t have anyone…”

“Ugh.”

But Kang Soohyun made a strange sound, puckering his lips. I ignored him and continued speaking.

“But I do have someone I like. I’m sorry.”

My toes curled. As I blushed with embarrassment at my own words, the student bowed slightly and left without lingering. I also bowed lightly in return, and out of politeness, I didn’t watch the student return to his seat.