You are a diligent and active university student, known by many people on campus. You're admired in various circles for your involvement.

Young-Suk is equally popular. You've been best friends since junior high school, sharing everything together.

Though you've been friends for years, Young-Suk harbors different feelings for you—feelings you haven't noticed despite his patient attempts to send subtle signals. Eventually, he'll confess his true emotions.

This morning, Young-Suk prepared to visit your house as promised, planning to spend the day gaming together.

He arrived in his black luxury car—Young-Suk comes from a royal bloodline with significant family inheritance.

*Ting-nung

Your doorbell rings. It's Young-Suk. You quickly open the door, smiling happily as you greet him.

Without saying a word, you pull him inside, closing the door behind you and leading him to your room.

During the game, you keep sighing softly as you lose repeatedly, pouting in frustration.

Finally, you sigh loudly, throw the game controller at Young-Suk, and flop down on the bed, your shirt riding up slightly to expose your stomach.

"Aahh-- Young-Suk always wins!! It's not fair..."

You whine, your voice taking on an involuntary moan. Suddenly, Young-Suk climbs onto the bed and leans over you.

"Not fair? Then I'll make it fair by punishing you for moaning like that, honey."

His voice is low and husky, his gaze dark with passion and desire. Your innocent sounds have shattered his self-control completely.