Not Sober - Chapter 4. Part 1

Chapter 4. Part 1

After persistently pleading like one of those desperate suitors you see in cheesy romantic movies, he finally took the opportunity and went to the kitchen at the crack of dawn.

He put fresh vegetables and fruits in a blender and made a healthy juice.

He walked over to Jenna, who was still in bed, and tried to wake her with a hesitant hum.

After a few unsuccessful tries, he gathered the courage to speak, his voice surprisingly soft and gentle.

“Jenna, wake up. It’s morning.”

Jenna opened her eyes quickly and asked, “Who’s there?”

Jenna scanned the room, her alertness was obvious, and she was trying to identify the source of the unfamiliar voice. She realized it was Sung-chan and felt a shiver run down her spine. She regarded him cautiously.

“Wow, why the sudden change in tone? You startled me,” Jenna exclaimed.

“What? Why wouldn’t I? You said you liked a sweet and kind guy,” Sung-chan replied with clenched teeth. His hand holding the juice showed signs of tension.

“Just drink the juice when you wake up. It’s good for you,” he added.

“Oh my god…” Jenna was taken by surprise by Sung-chan’s unfamiliar behavior.

“Eat up and get ready for school. I’ll give you a ride,” he said with a gentle smile.

“Thank you.” Jenna watched him, unsure of how to respond to this unexpected kindness.

“Yeah, it’s only temporary,” Jenna reassured herself, trying to make light of the situation, but her casualness felt forced. Ever since Sung-chan’s unexpected change of behavior, Jenna has been struggling more than she realizes.

She had heard rumors that he rarely attended classes, but now he was showing up every day and even trying to enroll in classes that didn’t match his grade level.

“Senior, you need to go now. Your class is in the next room!” Jenna urged him.

But Sung-chan persisted, insisting on staying. He bumped into some old classmates from his department along the way.

“What’s up, Sung-chan? You’re attending class… but who’s the girl with you?” one of them asked.

“Oh, isn’t she a junior in our department? What’s her name… Min Jenna, right?” another chimed in.

“Ah, that’s her! She’s the one who always skips class events!” the first one recalled.

Sung-chan reacted to his classmates’ comments with a hint of sensitivity.

“What are you looking at? Stop looking. Jenna’s tired.” He positioned himself between Jenna and the others. Jenna felt trapped and quietly slipped away from the conversation. Eventually, after repeated warnings from the school, the commotion died down.

By then, the rumor of Jenna having a boyfriend had spread throughout the class. As Jenna approached the car that had come to pick her up, she noticed her classmates staring at it.

Why is the car so flashy? Jenna thought to herself, pulling up the hood as she got into the car. Sung-chan waited for her with a look of anticipation in his eyes.

“Did everything go well at school?” he asked.

“Yeah, nothing unusual happened,” Jenna replied, her mind flashing back to the encounter with her curious classmates earlier. She forced a smile, feeling out of place at the sudden attention.

“Oh, good. What did you have for lunch?” Sung-chan inquired as he fastened Jenna’s seatbelt.

“Just something light,” Jenna replied. She felt a sense of foreboding as a saying flashed through her mind: “When a person does something they’ve never done before, it’s time to die.” Could this be the end?

Jenna shot Sung-chan a wary look as he expressed concern for her well-being.

“Light? That’s not much. You must be hungry. Shall we grab something to eat before heading home?” Sung-chan suggested.

Jenna hesitated, feeling uncomfortable with the idea. “Uh, no. You don’t have to…”

“No, let’s go get some meat. I know a great place,” Sung-chan insisted, flashing Jenna a shy smile.

Jenna couldn’t shake her uneasiness despite his efforts to be kind. She glanced up at Sung-chan in surprise, knowing it must be difficult for him as well.

“Mmmm… brother,” Jenna muttered, catching Sung-chan off guard.

“Huh?” Sung-chan replied, puzzled.

“Are you okay?” Jenna asked again, her tone serious.

Sung-chan casually shrugged his shoulders. He said, “I’m fine. Why?”

“No, are you okay?” Jenna pressed, her concern evident. Sung-chan dismissed it with a wave.

“It’s not a big deal compared to what you’re going through,” he replied. He caught himself before using his usual profanity. Then in an attempt to lighten the mood, he quickly drove them to the restaurant.

When they arrived at the butcher’s shop, Sung-chan maintained his friendly attitude. He eagerly served Jenna, piling meat onto her plate and insisting on doing everything himself, refusing to let her touch the tongs or scissors.

The Korean beef they had was incredibly delicious, melting in Jenna’s mouth with its 1++-grade quality. Despite the delicious taste, Jenna found herself unable to swallow properly and felt a strange sensation in her stomach.

“Did aliens switch you on while I was asleep or something?” She expressed genuine concern, although she joked. Sung-chan dismissed the idea with a laugh, obviously not taking it seriously.

Frustrated by Sung-chan’s unusual behavior, Jenna urged him to return to his usual self. But Sung-chan refused, insisting on being kind and considerate.

“You said you like sweet, kind men, right?” he teased. Jenna felt uncomfortable, despite his kindness.

Feeling overwhelmed and conflicted, Jenna regretted ever expressing a preference for Sweet Boys. Sung-chan’s sudden change in behavior felt like sitting on a bed of thorns, as it clashed with her expectations of him.

Despite the delicious meal, Jenna left the restaurant feeling unsettled, unsure if the food had gone to her nose or her mouth.

“Did you enjoy the meal?” Sung-chan asked.

“Yes, thank you. It was delicious,” Jenna replied, bowing shyly. Sung-chan’s response, however, was far from kind.

“You’re such a pain in the as$,” he muttered in frustration, then quickly changed his mind and gave Jenna a regretful, apologetic peck on the lips.

“Sorry, I take it back,” he added with a sigh, seemingly disappointed in himself for his outburst.

‘Why did I do that?’Sung-chan questioned himself, clearly struggling with his emotions.

Jenna tried to calm him down and expressed that she felt comfortable with his normal behavior. But Sung-chan remained conflicted and frustrated, running his hands through his hair all the way home.

Despite Jenna’s attempts to comfort him, Sung-chan kept on not being himself, which made Jenna feel sorry for him.

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That night, after Sung-chan had made sure that Jenna was put to bed, he went to his study, where his computer was waiting for him.

He spent hours tapping away at his keyboard, searching the Internet for advice on how to be a nicer guy.

He asked absurd questions of intellectuals, searched for traits that women like in men, and sought advice on how to become more popular.

As he delved into his search for self-improvement, Sung-chan couldn’t help but feel a sense of frustration and confusion.

‘Was this really what Jenna liked?’ Did she prefer guys who were meek and foolish like the ones he tried to emulate?’

Leaning back in his chair, Sung-chan stared at the ceiling, his mind clouded with doubt and insecurity.

How did he end up in this situation? It felt as if fate was playing a cruel joke on him. If there was a higher power, Sung-chan wished he could confront it and demand answers for the perplexing twists in his life.

He wanted to change himself for Jenna, but he couldn’t figure out why. He was usually fearless, but when it came to Jenna, he felt powerless, like a vulnerable child.

What frustrated him even more was that, while he struggled with his feelings, Jenna seemed unaffected and at ease.

As he thought about Jenna’s peaceful face, he couldn’t shake his restlessness. “This is getting out of hand,” he muttered, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of his emotions.

Even as he cursed himself, he slipped his hand into his boxers.

His c*ck was already hard and erect, leaking Cooper fluid from the tip.

The memory of that night with Jenna was still fresh in his mind. Her damp, cramped insides had been frighteningly tight to penetrate.

Remembering the feeling of her warm inner walls, he began a slow stroke down his p*nis

“Haah…….”

Soon, a hot breath came out. His erect p*nis was thick with veins.

His fine forehead wrinkled, and his slow hand gestures quickened.

The room echoed with the sound of excited breathing and flesh rubbing against flesh.

“F*ck, Jenna…… Min Jenna…….”

He wanted to thrust his c*ck into her tight hole all over again, to rain kisses on her cheeks as she gasped for air, to spew out a torrent of affectionate words.