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Chapter 55
🕑 Added 2025-03-10 19:56:46 +0000 UTCTravis and So-Yeon stepped out of the bathroom, parting ways without a word. He watched her walk off, her skirt swaying with each step, and the faint glisten of cum trickling down her thighs making him smirk. There was something deeply satisfying about seeing the evidence of what they'd just done still clinging to her as she disappeared into the crowd.
'That felt good. What to do next?' he mused, stretching his arms as he made his way back to class. 'Well, I don’t know, but I guess time will tell.'
The classroom was already filled with students, some chatting idly while others actually paid attention to the lecture. Travis made his way to his usual seat, where Na-Yeon was quick to shove Ha-Seong aside, making room for him.
“Tch, rude much?” Ha-Seong grumbled, scooting over with an annoyed huff.
Travis just chuckled as he sat between them, leaning back in his chair. The lecture droned on, but his mind was elsewhere. He had zero interest in whatever the teacher was saying, and from the looks of it, neither did Na-Yeon.
A sudden vibration from his phone broke his daze. He pulled it out, unlocking the screen to see a message from none other than Na-Yeon—who was sitting right beside him, phone still in hand.
Shin-Na: You took forever. Were you taking a shit or something?
Travis smirked, shaking his head. Typical Na-Yeon. He instinctively checked her stats, expecting a small shift, but what he saw made his eyebrows raise.
• Love: 45
• Interest: 100
• Lust: 1
‘Damn, what did I even do for it to grow that fast? Must be her own thoughts. Well, that’s nice to see. But I won’t take it until I see a 100. And I’m sure I’ll be seeing that very soon.’
He typed out a simple response.
Me: Yeah.
No need for anything more. He put his phone down and let out a quiet sigh before resting his head on the desk. The exhaustion from earlier was creeping up on him, and with nothing worth paying attention to, he let his eyes drift shut.
The soft murmuring of the classroom faded into the background as sleep took over.
As soon as class ended, Travis stretched and yawned, glad to finally be free from the mind-numbing lecture. Na-Yeon wasted no time grabbing his arm, tugging him along before he could even check his phone.
"Come on, let’s eat," she said, her tone playful yet firm.
"Bossy, aren’t we?" he teased, smirking.
She rolled her eyes but didn’t let go. "Shut up and be grateful I’m giving you my time."
He chuckled but followed without protest. Ha-Seong was nowhere in sight, apparently busy with something else, which meant it was just the two of them for lunch. That suited Travis just fine.
Once they got their food and sat down, he immediately noticed a shift in Na-Yeon’s behavior. It was subtle, but undeniable. The way she leaned in slightly when he spoke, how her eyes lingered on him just a bit longer, and the way she reacted to his teasing—it was all clear as day.
He smirked, resting his chin on his hand. "You’re looking at me like you’ve got something to say."
Na-Yeon scoffed but averted her gaze, poking at her food with her chopsticks. "You’re imagining things."
"Oh? So you weren’t just staring at me for the past five seconds?"
She shot him a glare, cheeks slightly tinted pink. "Shut up and eat."
Travis chuckled, enjoying her flustered reaction. 'Her love stat definitely went up. She’s reacting way too sweetly to my flirting now.' He could make a move right now, but there was no need to rush. He had a plan—a similar approach to what worked in the story, just with a few personal tweaks.
As they continued eating, their conversation flowed naturally. It was easy, comfortable, and full of little teasing jabs. At one point, Na-Yeon set her chopsticks down and leaned forward slightly.
"Hey," she started, her tone more casual now. "You wanna hang out after school?"
Travis raised a brow. "That depends. What do you have in mind?"
She shrugged. "I dunno, just… spending time together. You free?"
A small smile tugged at his lips. "Yeah, I’m free. Let’s grab some food at that diner near the station."
Na-Yeon’s expression brightened slightly, and she nodded. "Sounds good to me."
Travis leaned back, satisfied. 'Things are going well.' He could see it—the slow but steady progression. And if he played his cards right, it wouldn’t be long before she hit 100.
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The final bell rang, and students flooded out of the classrooms. Travis stretched lazily, slinging his bag over his shoulder as he met up with Na-Yeon near the door.
"You ready?" he asked.
"Obviously." She rolled her eyes playfully before glancing around. "Where’s Ha-Seong?"
Travis smirked. "Busy with something."
Na-Yeon raised a brow. "Oh? And what’s that?"
He shrugged. "Something personal."
She scoffed but didn’t push the topic further, linking her arm with his as they headed out together. Meanwhile, Ha-Seong, left behind, was more than happy to have a moment alone—mainly to deal with some pent-up frustrations before Na-Yeon could barge in on him again.
The walk to the small diner near the station wasn’t long, but the atmosphere between them was lighter than usual. The sun was starting to set, casting a golden glow over the streets. Travis glanced at Na-Yeon, noticing how the light caught in her hair, making it shine just a bit more than usual.
"You’re staring," she said without looking at him, a smirk playing on her lips.
"Can you blame me?" he shot back smoothly.
She let out a small laugh. "Flirt."
"Only with you."
Her smile twitched slightly before she looked away, pretending to be focused on the road ahead.
Once they arrived at the diner, they picked a booth near the window. The place had a cozy vibe, with the scent of grilled food and fresh coffee filling the air. It wasn’t fancy, but it was comfortable.
After placing their order, they settled in, chatting idly as they waited.
"So," Na-Yeon started, resting her chin on her hand. "You never really told me what took you so long earlier."
Travis smirked. "Maybe I like making you wait."
She scoffed. "Or maybe you were taking a shit like I said."
He chuckled. "Believe what you want."
Their food arrived, and as they ate, the conversation flowed naturally. They talked about school, random things they noticed throughout the day, and even a few personal stories.
Na-Yeon set her chopsticks down, her fingers lightly tracing the rim of her cup as she leaned forward just a bit, her voice carrying a casual but meaningful weight. "You know… I don’t usually ask guys to hang out after school. Well, except Ha-Seong—he’s like a brother, so you don’t have to worry."
Travis instinctively narrowed his eyes at that, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his mind. ‘Huh?’ The way she worded it, the way she clarified that Ha-Seong was just like a brother—it felt oddly specific. He wasn’t sure if she was saying it to reassure him or if it was something she wanted to make clear for herself. Either way, he decided to put it aside for now.
He leaned back slightly, his amusement evident as he met her gaze. "Oh? So I’m special?"
Na-Yeon’s lips parted for a second, but then she quickly scoffed, tilting her head in mock defiance. "Don’t let it get to your head," she shot back, but the way her eyes flickered away at the last moment, the slight twitch of her fingers against her cup—it betrayed her.
Travis smirked, watching her closely as he took a slow sip of his drink. The warmth of the diner, the dim lighting, the way her face softened just slightly under it—it all painted a scene that felt a little more intimate than before. He could see it in the way she fidgeted, in the way her shoulders weren’t as tense as they usually were.
‘Yeah, things are definitely going well.’
Travis leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table. "You sure I shouldn’t let it get to my head? Because it kinda feels like you’re making me feel special on purpose."
Na-Yeon huffed, crossing her arms. "You think you're special. There’s a difference."
He chuckled, tilting his head. "Yet here you are, blushing and looking away like I just caught you in a lie."
Her eyes snapped back to him, lips parting as if to argue, but no words came out. Instead, she clicked her tongue and picked up her drink, taking a long sip to avoid responding.
Travis smirked, watching her. 'She’s getting flustered way too easily. That’s a good sign.'
Setting her cup down, Na-Yeon sighed, then met his gaze again. "Fine. Maybe you’re a little special."
He raised an eyebrow. "A little?"
"Yeah, just a tiny bit," she teased, holding up her fingers to emphasize a barely-there gap. "Don’t go thinking you’re some prince charming or something."
Travis smirked. "Please, I’m way better than a prince. I actually show up when a girl wants me around."
Na-Yeon blinked, caught off guard by that one, and for a second, something flickered in her eyes. He wasn’t sure what it was—maybe surprise, maybe something deeper—but she quickly masked it with a scoff.
"Whatever," she mumbled, but her smile was lingering.
Travis let the moment settle, watching as her love stat ticked up slightly.
• Love: 50
• Interest: 100
• Lust: 2
'Nice. She's falling faster than I expected.'
She picked up her chopsticks again, playing with her food before glancing at him. "You’re fun to be around, you know that?"
He raised a brow. "Oh? Are you admitting that you enjoy my company?"
She rolled her eyes. "Obviously. Why else would I be here?"
"Hmm. Maybe because you secretly have a crush on me?"
Na-Yeon scoffed but didn’t deny it this time. Instead, she smirked. "If I did, you’d have to work harder to impress me."
Travis grinned. "Oh? So you do have a crush?"
Her smirk faltered for a fraction of a second, and she quickly stuffed a bite of food into her mouth to avoid answering.
Travis laughed, shaking his head ' Alright, time to make a tactical escape 'he thought.
TO BE CONTINUED 
