The Secret Affair

Spring was in full bloom at the university, teeming with activities: freshman games, inter-college, inter-facility, and interdepartmental competitions were underway. Lectures were occasionally postponed, and an infectious sense of excitement permeated the air.

Muffled moans and labored breaths emanated from the last class on the third floor of the language department. In the far corner of the room, bodies intertwined, sweat mingling with the sound of panting. The sweet scent of cherry blossoms wafted through a slightly ajar window, mingling with the palpable sense of passion and desire saturating the air.

The rhythmic ebb and flow of bodies, punctuated by the melodic sounds of pants, moans, and breath, created a vivid tableau of two lovers heating up the room. Mia eventually pulled away from their passionate kisses, fixing a seductive gaze upon Min-Joon, the Chinese teaching assistant, who panted heavily. She tenderly ran her hand over his chest while caressing his bulging form.

"I like you," she confessed, pausing to catch her breath.

"If you help me a little with my Mandarin test, we could keep this a thing," Mia suggested, batting her eyes at him in a flirtatious manner. She spoke in Korean, and Min-Joon nodded in agreement. Following Mia's guidance, he tentatively touched her breast, following her instructions to squeeze and rotate in circular motions. As a novice in this kind of interaction, he found himself relishing the experience.

Min-Joon, a new Chinese teaching assistant at the school, sported rounded glasses and exuded a shy, nervous disposition, often adorned in formal attire that contributed to his nerdy appearance. Despite his cuteness, his notable shyness posed challenges to his teaching role. Mia, recognizing his shyness, took the opportunity to form a close bond with him. Despite their contrasting personalities, they found common ground and developed a strong friendship.

Until a mysterious encounter lured Min-Joon to a secluded spot, unveiling his genuine and pure reactions to intimacy, which captivated Mia. Unable to resist, she playfully engaged with him, encircling her arms around his neck and drawing closer, initiating a deep and passionate kiss. With practiced finesse, she expertly intertwined, licked, bit, and suckled his reddened lips.

His soft and thin lips met Mia's plump and juicy ones, responding to the moment with an unskilled and inexperienced attempt to pull her close while pressing against her. Mia took the lead, guiding Min-Joon in exploring her body and curves. Despite his shy nature, his movements and actions exuded dominance and possessiveness.

He disliked the barrier between them and ventured into her skirts, a move that Mia appreciated, deepening their kiss. She delicately unbuttoned his shirt and tenderly caressed his upper body, eliciting soft moans from him. Responding to his desire, he motioned toward her neck, nuzzling her caramel skin. As she reached his lower body, she sensed his arousal and slightly moistened tip. With a sense of urgency, she led him to the far end of the hall, swiftly pulling a chair…

She pushed him down and began a provocative lap dance above him, aiming to tease and please him to the fullest. As he blushed and his neck turned a bright pink, she positioned herself on top of him, catching him off guard, and engaged in a rhythmic movement, rubbing both of them together. Breaking away from the kiss, she met his eyes with a seductive gaze.

Conveying back to the initial scene. After his confirmation, Mia stood up and blew him a kiss. "You know where to find me," she winked, then skipped out, leaving Min-Joon to tend to his throbbing arousal.

How about: "Ae-cha hurriedly scanned her surroundings, realizing her sketchbook had been missing for four days. Panic set in as the department's upcoming fashion show competition was just two weeks away.

"All her clothing designs and layouts were scripted within it.

'Ae-cha,' she heard her name mentioned softly as she noticed Chin-sun and Bae approaching in a short distance. Ae-cha managed a small smile, but anxiety about her missing book gnawed at her, overshadowing her expression.

"How are you holding up?" Chin-sun asked with concern as they sat together under the shade of a giant dogwood tree. Ae-cha sighed slowly and absentmindedly picked a bloom. "My sketchbook is missing," she said, her expression downcast.

"Every design and creation is in there," tears welled in her eyes. "I could lose the competition without it," she admitted, her head drooping.

"Hey, girls," a crisp foreign voice interjected. "What's wrong?" Mia squatted down as she approached Ae-cha. The others were taken aback, surprised by her easygoing and friendly manner.

"This is Mia," Bae began in Korean, "she supported us during the cafeteria incident." Ae-cha and Chin nodded in acknowledgment.

"Hello, I'm Mia," she responded in Korean. "You speak Korean!" Chin blurted out, surprised. Bae rolled her eyes and shook her head as Mia responded with a perfect smile to her slight absurdity. "My sketchbook," Ae-cha sniffed.

"Let's go find it," Mia shrugged, habitually offering to help Ae-cha and gesturing towards the fashion department.

"I don't think using student models will give my designs the attention they need," Sang-ho said, his index finger resting on his lower lip as he contemplated.

"Why not just hire a bunch of famous models for your fashion show then," Jeong-hoon suggested sarcastically.

"Genius!" Sang-ho exclaimed in delight.

Jeong-ho snorted and rolled his eyes. "Definitely," the gang chuckled together. "With my designs and the models, I'm going to win!" Sang-ho hopped with excitement, taking an old sketchbook and grinning.

"Sang-ho," a shy voice said. They turned to see Ae-cha, Chin-sun, Bae, and Mia in front.

"You found my sketchbook," she smiled at the sight of it.

"Your sketchbook?" Sang-ho smirked narrowly. He turned to Ji-hoon. "She's framing me for stealing her designs," he said with an innocent yet frustrated expression.

"Why would you say that, Ae-cha Nuna?" he pouted pitifully. From the girls' viewpoint, Sang-ho had a small, malicious smile tugging at his lips, but the boys could only see his back and downcast appearance. This infuriated the gang, and they stared intensely at Ae-cha.

"And why would she lie, if I may ask?" Mia spoke in Korean with an American accent.

"Considering your sense of style—old, dull, and unenthusiastic—such things aren't in your category. You accessorize yourself with pink, even your tissues are pink. So, how can you claim the book is yours?" she said after a quick observation of Sangho. Sang-ho froze slightly, his deception gradually coming to light. His body shook slightly but he refused to back down.

"I have things that look ordinary too!" he retorted.

"Oh really?" she raised a brow, arms crossed as she scrutinized him suspiciously.

The girls shot him a look of disgust and contention. Sang-ho, usually quick-witted, found himself at a loss for words in this situation. He stood there, pondering the aghast thoughts and judgments the boys were forming about him.

"Enough!" Sang-ho froze in an instant, dreading the next words, when unexpectedly, Ji-hoon came to his defense.

"Whether it's unkeen books or pink accessories, if he claims it's his, then it's his!" He pointed defiantly towards his workstation and retorted, "Liking pink doesn't mean everything around him is pink. His stationery might be pink, but his fashion equipment is not."

Sang-ho sighed slightly, for once he felt fortunate that the dumb Miss Liling didn't allow them to customize any school equipment. Smiling condescendingly, he listened to Ji-hoon's defense.

"Sang-ho worked so hard for what he wants, so don't bring up baseless excuses to take what he has," he paused slightly and rasped in a low voice. "And even if it's not his, what can you do about it?" he queried.

Sang-ho tilted his head and beamed arrogantly at Mia, casting her a challenging look.

"You!" Mia glowered in annoyance. She sought support from the girls, but Ae-cha shook her head in disagreement, signaling her to stop.

Mia sized up Sang-ho once more, making a mental note of him, and then stormed off, the girls following in her wake.

"That boy is impossible!" she said as they walked back to the dogwood tree. She sat with a thud and glanced at Ae-cha. "Why did you make me stop?"

"It's useless to argue with them; the Players have gotten away with everything," Bai said with a sigh, slipping down lazily against the tree.

"Is there anything we can do to fix the situation?" Chin-sun asked as she pondered the situation.

"It's going to be challenging to come up with new designs. Finding inspiration isn't easy," Ae-cha muttered hopelessly.

"Inspiration..." Mia's features brightened as a light bulb seemed to appear above her head. "Guys, we're out!" she squealed in excitement.

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