Not Sober - Chapter 2. Part 7

Chapter 2. Part 7

With an awkward smile, Jenna quickly deleted the message from Sung-chan. But just as she was about to do so, her phone started ringing! The persistent vibrations even caught the attention of Seo Doon, who glanced at Jenna’s phone curiously.

“Oh, it looks like you have a call.”

When Jenna ignored the call and put her phone away, Seo Doon asked, puzzled.

“Aren’t you going to answer it?”

“Oh, it’s just a spam call,” Jenna lied, trying to brush it off.

“Ah, those annoying spam calls. I get plenty of them too.”

Despite Jenna’s attempt to ignore it, Sung-chan’s persistent calls continued. Frustrated, Jenna gritted her teeth and hid the constant buzzing in her pocket.

“When did you learn to pretend to be my friend, and how did you get my number?”

“I’m dealing with important relationship matters, and you don’t even realize it…!”

Jenna finally understood why he had found her bluntness so repulsive. She, too, was growing tired of such crass behavior.

As she ignored his calls, she thought he had finally stopped bothering her. Instead, he turned to texting.

[010-xxxx-xxxx: Chewed up?]

[010-xxxx-xxxx: Have you had s*x now? You use someone else’s d*ck for your own pleasure, and you enjoy it?]

‘What the hell is this, Who the hell told him I’m having sex with someone now?’

Jenna couldn’t understand Sung-chan’s behavior. It felt as mysterious as being struck by lightning out of nowhere.

It seemed absurd to Jenna that Sung-chan could be acting like this because he was snubbed by Jenna.

“Hayys, I don’t care; it’s none of my business.”

Jenna switched to airplane mode, not wanting to be caught up in Sung-chan’s erratic behavior any longer.

What was important to her now was not the handsome man with whom she had already had s*x, but the handsome man with whom she was about to have s*x.

*

With the car running, Sung-chan had been sitting still and doing nothing for almost an hour. Or, more accurately, not doing anything.

In his head, he kept seeing images of Jenna leaving him like a bug.

“No, that’s so f*cking annoying…”

He was sure it was anger that was boiling inside him. Every time Jenna crossed his mind, his temper flared, and he felt the urge to grab her and confront her immediately.

He added her contact information from Guo Dai. He convinced himself that this was the reason for his anger.

He also scrolled through her Messenger profile, which appeared when he saved her contact details. There were no selfies on Jenna’s profile; instead, there was a large picture of an adorable puppy.

Sung-chan kept scrolling through Jenna’s profile, hoping to find her among the other girls showing off their bodies and faces.

“What should I send her?”

“What are you doing?” ‘No, it sounds like I’m interested in her.’

Despite his previous confidence in women, Sung-chan found himself at a loss for words. He had always relied on others to initiate contact, but now that he was faced with the challenge of approaching Jenna, he realized that he wasn’t as skilled as he thought.

Sitting in his car, he struggled to formulate a message, feeling uncertain and inexperienced in this new situation.

“No fucking. What the hell am I supposed to send her?”

“What the hell would I say to Jenna that wouldn’t hurt her pride and still get a response?” He thought for a long time.

Meanwhile, he was still getting messages from women he couldn’t even remember when he met them. But he ignored them.

Before he knew it, he was doing what he hated the most: shaking on one leg.

“Aah, this is so f*cking annoying.”

After pondering for a moment, Sung-chan finally decided on a message. He ran his hand through his hair, grabbed his phone, and typed out,

“Where did you learn to run away from me?”

He hoped it didn’t come off too harsh, considering he was just trying to get her to understand. That was when he decided to tone down his language for her sake.

Sung-chan chewed his lip nervously as he stared at the screen of his phone. Something just didn’t add up in his head.

“Why didn’t she ask for my number?” he mused genuinely.

He was used to being welcomed everywhere he went, by people of all ages wanting to be close to him.

But she was different, and he couldn’t understand her resistance.

“Maybe my d*ck wasn’t good enough for her?”

He didn’t want to admit it, but it made sense. Why did he avoid her like that?

It was puzzling, however, that their encounter hadn’t resulted in a positive connection, especially considering the intimacy they’d shared that night, as evidenced by the dampness of her p*ssy.

Only her hole was that wet. Or her p*ssy clinging to him with every thrust.

As he replayed the day, his mind painted the scene in increasing detail. Soon, his c*ck was getting a little harder down there.

“Damn, that is so yummy, p*ssy.”

He sighed and looked down at his bulging pants. She’d been avoiding him like the devil and the fact that he was bulging…

‘I’d rather be the fucking prosecutor.’

If that were the scenario, Sung-chan could understand why Jenna would flee in disgust. Objectively, Sung-chan seemed to be flawless—a person too perfect for her own good.

He had a handsome face, an attractive body, impressive height, a well-endowed d*ck, and considerable wealth.

“Why the hell isn’t she interested in me?”

As she fidgeted with his nerves, his phone vibrated once. He gasped and checked her phone, too scared to feel the vibration.

[010-oooo-oooo: Who is this?]

Jenna replied. As if he had been waiting, Sung-chan wrote back.

[010-xxxx-xxxx: The one who f*cked you].

He only had s*x with him.

After he told her who he was, she didn’t answer.

“Look, has she been having s*x again?”

What the f*ck, she’s a rabbit, she’s a rabbit, she’s a rabbit, she’s a rabbit, she’s a rabbit, she’s a rabbit, she’s a rabbit, she’s a rabbit.

That’s what he decided, feeling his patience running out, so he dialed her number. Yes, he could communicate with her over the phone.

“Tooroot, tooroot….…”

Listening to the repetitive beeps, Sung-chan thought about what to say.

“How dare you have s*x with another man? “

“Are you free tonight?”

and he’ll pretend it never happened.

Yes, that was enough to soothe his ego. Although Sung-chan usually didn’t care about seniority or juniority, today he unexpectedly acted more arrogant than usual.

As the ringing continued, Sung-chan’s impatience grew. Eventually, Jenna didn’t answer the call anymore.

No matter how many times he tried to call her, she never answered.

[010-xxxx-xxxx: Are you chewing?]

[010-xxxx-xxxx: Have you ever had s*x with another man? Do you use another man’s d*ck for your pleasure and enjoy it?]

Shocked and unaware of how bad he felt, Sungchan sent a series of messages.

But not a single response was returned.

He couldn’t believe it.

He can’t even get her to respond to his messages, and this is how he treats her?

She was the one who asked me to f*cking sleep with her in the first place.

“Until then, I didn’t give a fuck about her.”

He was so angry with resentment.

‘Why the hell is she avoiding me all of a sudden?’

As he thought about Jenna, he was overcome with an unfamiliar feeling of regret.

He feels like he’s been taken advantage of.

He couldn’t deny it anymore.

Jenna had no interest in him, and he was the only one who had an interest in her.

Suddenly, he looked at the other girls’ chat rooms on his phone. It occurred to him that she was just like them, all those nasty people she hated so much.

“No way.”

He was shocked and needed fresh air. He got out of the car and wandered around the school for a while, stunned.

And that was when it happened.

His contact was a heavenly junior who was chewing everything in the distance, with some kind of potato next to him.