"Here. Ramen."
A steaming bowl of ramen lands on the table with a *thunk*. The spicy aroma stabs my nose like a goddamn knife. Holy shit… smells good.
*Slurp.*
Not some fancy Han River ramen, but it ain't some dry-ass instant crap either. Perfect water ratio, perfect noodle chew. What the fuck? Why's it so good?
But…
The better it is, the more I'm freaking out.
She didn't… slip some sketchy shit in here, right? Like her "special sauce" or some delinquent voodoo?
I sneak a glance at Ye-young.
She's grinning like a smug asshole, staring right at me. *What? Not eating?* her face says.
"…"
I look back at the bowl.
No spit globs floating around, at least. Doesn't look like she stirred it with her grubby paws either.
It's boiled to hell, so it's probably sanitary… but still…
"Did you… put anything in this? Like… spit or some crap?"
Her face twists like I just called her a fucking moron.
"What the hell's wrong with you?" she snaps, looking ready to deck me.
"I'm a nursing major, dipshit."
What the fuck does nursing have to do with not spitting in my food? Is she saying she's too hygienic for that shit? Her goody-two-shoes act's making me *more* suspicious.
No choice, I guess…
Swallowing my pride—and maybe my dignity—I slurp a noodle. …Fuck, it's good. Goddamn it.
"Tasty, right?" she says, smirking.
"Y-Yeah…"
Why's she gotta keep that creepy-ass grin? It's freaking me out!
But yeah, it's delicious. Did she lace it with some magic delinquent sauce? Tastes too good to be normal.
"Yo, you're matched," she says.
Oh, shit, yeah.
I chew my noodles, peeking at the pick screen. One win, and I'm in promos. Heart's pounding, waiting for my team's picks.
"Huh?"
Support… Shaco?
Ye-young's face looks as confused as mine.
"This tier… Shaco support?" she says.
"No way…"
What the fuck's a Shaco support? Saw it on YouTube once, maybe. Stick to YouTube, you clown! Why bring that shit into my game?!
"Lmao, what a shitshow," I mutter.
The Shaco pick pisses off the team, and they start trolling. Top picks… Rammus? Okay, Rammus is manageable, probably!
"Lol, let's go," someone types.
Then mid picks Master Yi. …We're fucked.
It's fine. I'm jungle. If I carry and bot picks something normal—
"15 gg go," bot types.
…Twitch?
We're so fucked.
Rage boils up like a goddamn volcano. These assholes! Fine, let's all die together! Time for some next-level jungle Yasuo bullshit!
"Lmao, jungle Yasuo, nice," someone types.
"Hilarious, you lunatic."
No, wait.
I snap out of it. Rage meter hit max, but I gotta chill. Losing's on me. I need a normal pick… don't wanna tank my LP!
"No fun," someone types.
"Lame."
Graves or Nocturne it is.
I pick Nocturne. With this dogshit comp, Nocturne's the least bad option.
The dumpster fire pick phase ends, and the game starts.
"Bronze or Plat, it's all a fucking mess," Ye-young says.
"…"
People are people, I guess…
---
"Whoa," Ye-young gasps.
I'm shocked too.
Game's rough, but we're somehow pulling ahead. The troll Shaco support's tearing through lanes like a maniac. Thought it was a throw pick, but… dude, if you're good, say so! Why let the team tilt into troll picks?
"Mid gank," someone types.
"Coming, wait," I reply.
The "15 gg" kids flipped to tryhard mode. Turns out, we might win. Our individual skills aren't bad, and the enemy team's fighting among themselves. Bet they're typing, "Losing to this shit comp? Really?"
"Ugh…"
Still, it's a grind. Our comp's garbage, so every teamfight's a nightmare.
Thirty minutes in… any longer, and we're screwed.
"Nipple," Ye-young says, poking me.
"For fuck's sake!" I yell.
Her poking's the worst part! At first, it was "Shouldn't you gank now? Ward there? Do this?"—all her backseat gaming bullshit driving me nuts.
Now she's just poking me for fun.
Leave my fucking nipples alone! Why's she so obsessed?
"…"
Her poking's bringing back… memories. Of that time. Shit, now I'm *really* distracted.
I shake my head, refocusing. One win for promos. Gotta clutch!
"Nipple."
Argh! She nails it this time.
I flinch, body shaking like I got electrocuted. Fucking hell, I'm trying to focus! I slide my chair to block her, but she just moves to the other side and keeps poking.
Knew it, you evil bitch…
"Jungle, what're you doing? Focus," someone types.
"Pissed off now."
Sorry! I've got… issues!
Wanna explain, but they'd tilt harder!
"Sry sry, lost focus," I type.
"It's cool, focus up," someone replies.
Oh shit, Shaco's typing. Silent all game, and now he's got my back? I'm touched. Gotta lock in. Gotta overcome this bullshit, like the pros say.
Even pros can't focus with nipple pokes, though—fuck!
A chill runs down my spine.
Huh?
Something feels… off down there.
No way…
I glance down. Ye-young's hand's gripping my crotch.
My head snaps toward her. "W-What… what the hell?"
"What? Nothing," she says, all innocent.
Nothing?! You're grabbing my dick, you psycho!
I'm speechless, brain short-circuiting.
"Yo, teamfight," she says.
"…"
Let go of my junk first…
I stare at the screen, trying to focus.
No chance. I'm fucked.
---
Fifty minutes in.
The enemy team's made up or some shit, 'cause they're coordinating now. Fourth dragon's up. We're in deep shit—our comp's trash, and they've got the edge.
But the real problem?
"Ha… hng…"
My dick's out, poking through my boxers, rock hard.
Ye-young's rubbing it like she's enjoying my fucking meltdown, stroking the shaft like it's her new hobby.
"Please… let me focus…" I beg.
"Do your thing. I'm not stopping you," she says.
How the fuck do I focus with you jerking me off?!
Every time I try, her fingers graze the tip, and my brain goes fuzzy. The head's off-limits…
"Ugh… fuck…"
Precum's leaking like a damn faucet.
She's smearing it all over the tip, all slick and dangerous. Her fingers are too soft… my head's spinning.
I'm gonna lose…
"Tch."
I push her hand away, but she just glares.
Why're *you* mad? I'm the one getting molested here!
She stands, fingers hovering over the PC's power button. "Turn it off?"
"No!" I yell.
Is she fucking insane?!
The game's intense—I *have* to focus.
I could run, but losing this game means two wins to recover. This win gets me to promos—Emerald, my first shot ever! One loss, and I'm back to square one. Flow matters. No guarantee I'll win the next one.
"Ha… hng…"
I'm… kinda getting used to it.
The wet sounds are burning my brain, but I'm hanging on.
Throat's dry as hell. I swallow hard, focusing.
Her hand speeds up when I don't react.
Oh… fuck… this is bad…
"There's a fucking CCTV, you know. What if we get caught?"
"Oh, that? It's busted," she says.
…What?
My body shudders. Bullshit!
"Been broken forever. No money to fix it, they said."
Despair hits like a truck.
So I'm stuck getting jacked off while gaming?
Chat's going wild. I'm screwed.
"Fuck this shit…" I mutter.
Screw it!
I shove my chair against the shelf, pinning myself in. She flinches, pulling her hand back. Can't touch me now! Do it later, not now!
I stuff my dick back in, focusing on the screen.
One last teamfight. That's it.
"Hmph."
She scoffs, like *look at this guy*.
Mad? Too bad! Why're you grabbing my dick in the first place? Wait your turn!
"Last teamfight, go," someone types.
"Dragon bait, wait," another says.
"Ok."
This is it. Focus…
I ignore her stare, but suddenly, it's gone.
…Where'd she go?
*Grab.*
A creepy sensation hits under the table.
Her hand wraps around my waist.
What the fuck's she doing?! I try to pull my chair, but she's faster.
"Yo, what the hell!" I yell.
My dick's out again, poking through my boxers.
Is she fucking crazy?!
"Sup, wait," someone types.
"Nocturne, kill ADC only."
Can't look away from the screen…!
I'm fully hard again, thanks to her earlier bullshit.
Her fingers creep under my balls, pressing dangerously.
"Ha… fuck…"
Screw it…
Just let it happen. One teamfight, and it's over.
"Now," someone types.
"Go."
"Wait—"
Huh?
I'm aiming my ult, but something weird hits my dick.
Something warm engulfs it. Is that… her mouth?
*Slurp.* My shaft gets sucked.
No way…
"What're you doing, Nocturne?"
"Ult!"
"Use your fucking ult!"
I can't… even pros couldn't handle this!
I fire my ult late while her fingers tease under my balls.
She's pinning my waist—I can't move, can't breathe.
Don't… don't touch there, it's too much—
"Ha… fuck…!"
My hands shake on the keyboard, vision blurring. Gotta use skills…!
Can't look down, but the feeling's intense…
Don't suck the tip…!
"Hng…!"
My hips buck, body trembling. I thrust forward, unloading.
Her mouth freezes, twitching as I spill.
"Ha… hah…"
My eyes roll back.
Can't… see… I slump onto the keyboard, shaking.
*Slurp… hng…* Her tongue moves slowly.
"Ugh… fuck…"
I… I fucked the game…
Cum keeps pouring out.
My game…
I give up, slumped over, shaking.
Her lips move with my twitches, milking me dry.
Despairingly good pleasure fries my brain. Is this what it's like to get raped by a chick?
I weakly thrust, emptying the rest.
Her breath hits my shaft.
Feels… so good…