NOTAKING
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Chapter 36
🕑 Added 2025-02-22 21:55:26 +0000 UTCTravis quickly stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash away the exhaustion clinging to his muscles. Steam filled the small bathroom, curling around him as he ran his hands through his damp hair, letting out a slow breath. It was a short rinse—just enough to feel refreshed. Once done, he shut off the water, grabbed a towel, and stepped out, running it over his body as he made his way to the bedroom.
Waiting for him on the bed, Ha Ye-Jung sat cross-legged in nothing but an oversized shirt, her long hair tousled from sleep. She looked up at him with a lazy smirk, her dark eyes still heavy with drowsiness.
"Sup?" he asked, slipping on a pair of boxers before reaching for his jeans.
She tilted her head slightly. "Well, I wanted to kiss my man goodbye. Is that a problem?" Her voice carried a teasing lilt, but there was warmth in her expression as she watched him dress.
Travis chuckled, pulling on his shirt. "No, not at all. Just didn’t expect you to be up after that," he said, throwing her a knowing look as he buttoned his jeans.
Ye-Jung stretched her arms above her head with a small yawn. "I'd say the same for you." Her tone softened, and she reached out to gently brush a hand over his wrist. "I want you to rest, okay? Don’t overexert yourself. The last thing I want is to see you getting hurt."
Travis paused, looking down at her. There was genuine concern in her eyes, a softness that made his chest tighten just a little. He leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to her forehead. "Thanks for worrying. I’ll take it easy, alright?" He pulled back, giving her a small grin. "Now, I better get going. You’ve got everything under control while I’m gone, right? Since, you know… you’re the old—"
"—I know." She cut him off with a dramatic pout, narrowing her eyes at him. "You don’t have to say it."
Travis let out a low chuckle. He stood, rolling his shoulders as he grabbed his jacket. Ye-Jung got up as well, stepping in close before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.
"Don't forget to call, or we’ll get lonely," she murmured, her lips lingering for just a second longer.
Travis smirked as he pulled away. "Don’t worry, I’m only a few minutes away—depending on what car I’m driving."
As he walked past her, he stopped briefly and delivered a firm smack to her ass, earning a surprised yelp from her.
‘Fully charged,’ he thought with a smirk, stepping out of the apartment.
Travis pulled up in front of Nayeon Villa, shutting off the engine with a quiet sigh. The dim glow of the streetlights cast long shadows on the pavement, making the place feel eerily calm. He leaned back against the headrest, letting a smirk creep onto his lips as he pulled out his phone.
It took a few quick calls, a handful of well-placed words, and just like that, he was now the proud owner of the college.
'That’s step two done,' he thought, satisfaction settling in his chest. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, his mind already shifting to something more personal. 'I should probably buy some furniture for my flat. Wait, why not do it with Yeon-Ah? I’m sure she has good taste. Yes… I’m sure she tastes good indeed—I mean, has good taste,' he corrected himself, chuckling at his own slip-up.
For now, though, that could wait.
There was someone else on his mind—So-Yeon Goo. The stunning, mature beauty who was about to have her entire world flipped upside down today. This story was packed with gorgeous women, and if Travis was being honest, that was his favorite part of all of this.
Starting his car again, he turned onto the road, the city lights reflecting off the windshield as he made his way toward the college. When he finally arrived, he pulled into the parking lot and immediately noticed something that made his brow twitch.
A handful of familiar faces loitered around campus—characters from various pornhwas.
He exhaled slowly. 'So my assumption was right. Every pornhwa that’s college-oriented exists in this one place. Fuck… that’s gonna be a headache.'
Among the many possible stories interwoven here, he could already pick out some he recognized:
[ ] Sextudy Group
[ ] Is There an Empty Room?
[ ] Learning the Hard Way
[ ] Boarding Diary
[ ] Staying with Ajumma
[ ] Should I Study at Noryangjin?
[ ] Cheer Up, Namjoo!
[ ] Is There No Goddess in My College?
[ ] Circles
[ ] Lucky Guy
Not all of them would be relevant, but at least a few were bound to be. That much was inevitable.
'So not only do I have to navigate my own story, but I also have to deal with every single pornhwa plot that takes place in a college setting. Great. Just fucking great.'
He sighed, stepping out of the car. Instantly, a wave of attention hit him. Students turned their heads, eyes lingering a bit too long, murmurs already spreading. He ignored them all, walking with an air of confidence straight through the campus gates.
Inside, the energy was thick—tension, curiosity, and that ever-present undercurrent of lust that seemed to fuel this world. He spotted more recognizable characters in the crowd but didn’t bother acknowledging them. Right now, he had a goal.
‘If I remember correctly, today should be the first chapter… which means So-Yeon Goo is about to get fired. That’s my opening.’
He smirked. In the original story, she had turned to the protagonist for help, asking him to carry some files, and before long… well, one thing led to another, and they ended up tangled in each other’s arms. These protagonists had ridiculous levels of luck. In real life? This kind of situation was a damn fantasy—unless you were rich or ridiculously good-looking.
‘Fuck, let me stop drowning in my past self and focus.’
Arriving at the offices, he strode inside like he owned the place—which, technically, he did. The teachers turned to him with cautious glances, some curious, some skeptical.
One of them, a big-built man with a serious expression, stood up and reached out, as if to stop him.
Travis sidestepped him effortlessly and continued walking, his presence unfazed. He reached the principal’s office, pushed open the door, and shut it behind him before anyone else could react.
The principal, an older man with thin-rimmed glasses, looked up from his desk, frowning at the sudden intrusion.
Travis walked up, lowering himself into the chair opposite the man, crossing one leg over the other.
"May I help you?" the principal asked, his voice carrying the weight of authority.
Travis leaned back slightly, smirking.
TO BE CONTINUED
