Minatozaki Sanaa

At Lions College, two girls were known by everyone, but never for the same reason: Park Jihyo and Sana Minatozaki.

They had hated each other since they were 7 years old.

No one remembered exactly how it started. Some said it was because of a group project that went wrong. Others swore it was because Sana took the last grape juice from the cafeteria and Jihyo never forgot. But for the two of them, the reason didn't even matter anymore. The hatred simply existed.

Sana was the type of girl who shone effortlessly. Rich, beautiful, always in perfect clothes, impeccable hair, and a smile that made half the college sigh. She was popular, attractive, and famous for "picking up" both boys and girls with the same ease she changed her handbags.

And she knew it.

As for Jihyo… she had money too, but no one would tell. She wore baggy clothes, her cap almost always pulled down, and simple sneakers. She didn't care about appearance, didn't care about gossip, and even less about popularity. Her life boiled down to studying, listening to music, and hanging out with her only two friends: Nayeon and Jeongyeon.

While Sana walked surrounded by people, Jihyo preferred the tranquility.

And perhaps that was what irritated her rival even more.

— Look who showed up… — Sana said, leaning against the locker, crossing her arms. — The girl with the eternal cap.

Jihyo didn't even look.

— And look who's blocking the hallway as if she owned the college.

Nayeon widened her eyes. Jeongyeon just sighed.

Classic.

It was always like this. An exchange of jabs, sharp glares, and the certainty that neither of them would ever back down.

But that day… something different happened.

After class, Jihyo was walking through the courtyard when a piece of paper flew and stuck to her leg. She frowned, picking up the crumpled flyer from the ground.

“LESSONS FOR VIRGINS
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Jihyo froze.

She stared at the paper for long seconds.

— …What kind of thing is this? — she murmured.