About halfway down the road, Go Minji bombarded my phone with texts.

Since I hadn’t slept a wink all day, I’d crashed on a bed in the AV room, but suddenly my phone started going off like crazy.
It didn’t stop, not even for a moment. For a second, I thought there was an earthquake.

Rubbing my eyes, I checked the phone and found a flood of messages that were exactly what you’d expect from Go Minji.

- Hey, you fucking bastard.
- Do you wanna die for real?
- You left by yourself?
- Seriously? Without even saying anything? Are you fucking insane?
- Unbelievable.
- If I’m asleep, you should’ve woken me up, dumbass.
- You just up and left like I was some whore you fucked.
- Are you a virgin loser or what?
- Why didn’t you wake me up?
- I’ve got a packed schedule today, asshole.
- You’re the one who fucked me so hard I can’t do anything now.
- Just because you popped my cherry, you threw me away like an empty ice cream wrapper?
- You fucking threw me away.
- Fuck you, asshole.

She was clearly pissed that I left without waking her up.

Her messages were a total 180 from how she acted while I was fucking her.
But maybe it was because her panting, desperate face was still burned into my memory—rather than being scared or taking her seriously, I actually found it kind of cute.

Like she was just whining.