Follows Laundry Room Domination, Part II
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Then you’d scroll through Instagram, and you’d see a girl posing with her legs out, her stockinged toes prominently pointing right into the camera, and you’d like it, but something about the face looked familiar to you.
No. It couldn’t be. Yuna couldn’t be a foot fetish model...
You scrolled back and looked at the face again. Damn... It looks just like...
But you don’t really know what Yuna looked like. You’d only seen her once.
Yet... You looked at the name on the account. It said “워십유나.” You copied that and pasted it into Google Translate. “Worship Yuna.”
No... It can’t be... Yuna must be a popular name in Korea...
You kept scrolling her photos. The locations looked vaguely familiar... Yuna posing with her feet facing the camera on the university sports field? Yuna resting her feet on the desk at the library? Yuna on the treat mill at the university gym?
Then there was a face you recognized easily. There Yuna was posing with Hana. There was no doubt. They were the same two bombshell beauties you’d encountered in the laundry room.
You’d must have liked dozens of her photos over the past weeks. You’d been casually scrolling, taking half a look, pressing ❤︎, and scrolling on. She had to have seen you’d liked at least a couple of them. There was no way you could go back and unlike all of them.
A sense of dread filled your body. And... ...a sense of excitement?
Calvin James
2025-02-05 04:00:12 +0000 UTC