It had been almost a month since you had started seeing Yujin—or rather, since Yujin had decided to start seeing you. How had it come to this? The answer was as simple as it was damning: she had caught you in the midst of a clandestine affair with a professor on campus.

Panic had gripped you then, your mind spinning with the consequences—your reputation in tatters, the professor’s career obliterated. But Yujin, ever the opportunist, had cornered you with a deal, one laced with mischief and control. You’d known exactly what you were agreeing to, yet in that moment of desperation, what other choice had you truly been left with?

Thankfully, your off-campus apartment provided a haven, a place where no one could hear the whispered exchanges or the power she so effortlessly wielded. It was your one semblance of privacy—though in Yujin’s presence, even that felt fragile.

“Suck,” Yujin commanded, her tone dripping with playful arrogance. Her finger pressed lightly beneath your lips, her ever-present cheeky smile toying with you as if mocking your helpless compliance. She held all the cards, and she made sure you never forgot it.