The Instant Photo Booth's Common Sense (2)
Damn, my face is burning hot.
I'd told her to strike a bitch pose and declare to everyone that she was my exclusive bitch, but I never said to spit out lines that embarrassing.
Chae-a's face was flushed just like mine, red enough to burst at any second.
"Ugh, urgh... Then you should've taken better care of me! How does it make sense for an owner to just leave his bitch out on the street like that?! To passersby, I look like a stray without an owner!"
"Well... yeah, sorry about that. I was just stepping away to the bathroom for a bit."
"Tch, if it's the bathroom, you could've used your bitch's mouth, but these young kids these days..."
With those horribly off-kilter words, the uncle dragged away his collapsed buddies and vanished.
By this world's common sense, I was the one at fault for neglecting my pet and letting her leak female pheromones everywhere. So why were they shaking like leaves?
"Hm."
I didn't need to think long to figure it out. It was thanks to this body of mine.
I hadn't built it up specifically for this, but I ended up reaping the benefits anyway.
Even in this male-superior, altered-common-sense world, fights between people were still a thing.
"You can sit up properly now."
"Got it... I mean, don't order me around! Anyway, why'd you take so damn long?"
"I told you. Took a while to take a shit."
"Haaah... constipated?"
"Guess so."
I couldn't meet Chae-a's eyes as she scrunched her face and stared at me. My conscience was stabbing at me, sharp and insistent.
The truth was, I hadn't been late because of taking a shit in the bathroom.
'I'm at my limit here. Can't hold back much longer...'
Today had been fun, shopping and getting outfits matched with Chae-a, but it had also been a real ordeal for me.
My lower half was rebelling against my will, pitching a fit nonstop.
There was one secret I hadn't told a soul, since there was no need to broadcast it.
Ever since arriving in this world, I hadn't jerked off even once.
The pent-up lust was starting to get unbearable.
'Should've just busted one ages ago. How'd it come to this?'
When I first got here, I didn't even have the leisure to rub one out alone. No time, no headspace for it.
I was too busy gathering info on this world, desperately trying not to look like some antisocial weirdo to everyone else.
That time Chae-a asked in that baffled tone if I was impotent, that's the excuse I gave her.
But reality was a bit different.
The chaotic phase only lasted a day or two after arrival.
Once things settled, I started craving to dump a load into anything—an onahole, a human toilet, whatever.
Sure, normal dating wasn't an option in a world like this, but so what? It was a setup where I could pick any girl I fancied and fuck her on the spot whenever I wanted.
That's why I lived extra cautiously.
To make my virginity-graduation fuck the most satisfying ever, I no-fap'd for a solid week.
By the end of that week, balls heavy and ejaculation volume brimming with confidence...
That's when Chae-a showed up.
'Shouldn't have invited her home.'
I'd let her in somehow, and then guilt and awkwardness tied my hands. Couldn't do a thing.
Going out to fuck or bringing a girl back would just be a blatant jerk-off taunt to Chae-a.
And if she caught me mid-wank in the bathroom or under the covers? She'd tease me till my ears bled.
Her mind might be a guy's, but she looked like an actress or idol on the outside—my pride would take a massive hit.
So I held back. Endured and endured.
I'd planned to lose it yesterday, but Chae-a's presence kept me locked down.
And now she was the reason my dick was pissed off?
I'd passed the hyper-horny middle-school phase long ago, but this body still had plenty of drive.
Plus, with the no-fap streak, when Chae-a stripped down to her undies in the clothing store or moaned inserting her anal plug...
It'd throb rock-hard, no helping it.
Just a bit ago, even—staring at her bare tits, pink nipples and areolae in the store, I worried my cock might explode.
Panicking, I bolted for a hiding spot.
Thinking it'd be me hiding, not her, I left Chae-a in the photo booth and fled to the bathroom.
Even alone, I worried it'd take too long, so I didn't fully satisfy myself—just calmed it down enough to emerge.
Thinking back on that photo duo still...
"Ngh, doing it again."
"Huh? Something wrong?"
"Nah, nothing. Wanna check out that side over there?"
This situation would keep happening.
Not just sharing a bed at home—we'd be roommates in the dorm too.
Jerking off comfortably without prior agreement would be tricky.
Maybe time for a serious talk.
I eyed Chae-a walking a bit awkwardly, legs pressed together unlike before.
***
I just couldn't understand my body.
At what point did it get this soaked down there?
I wanted to believe it wasn't wet from when those uncles tried to jump me.
Otherwise, my pride wouldn't survive.
A pussy that gets slick the instant a dick comes out, no matter whose—no thanks.
Even if it happened without my say-so, I hated it.
So, not because of the uncles. Decided.
But... if not that, then only Geon-yul saving me from them.
Got wet from being rescued? Or maybe while striking that vulgar bitch pose and spewing filthy lines.
Either way, horrifying.
Fine, entrance ceremony or Geon-yul attaching my tail—those made sense. The ceremony was pure eye-candy for anyone, and anal plug insertion was physical stimulation unavoidable.
But just now, or yesterday overhearing Mom and that Geon-yul bastard's call and getting aroused? Totally weird.
Even if intentional teasing, getting off on words mocking me—no matter who said them.
...Am I a masochist or something?
Those types love getting hit or verbally abused with dirty talk.
Never imagined it for me...
Naturally, the scene from earlier replayed.
Not strict first-person—more like floating ghost, viewing myself objectively in third-person.
Legs spread wide in a squat, toes slightly raised, fists clenched tight by my face—a girl.
Even her ass had a tail wagging playfully.
Like fawning over the guys in front of her.
- "Sorry, but Chae-a is Geon-yul Owner's exclusive bitch, so I can't offer my bitch pussy to anyone else!"
And then she says that. Exclusive bitch, bitch pussy. No way she improvised that on the spot—the raw lewdness pouring out felt too real.
Gulp.
I swallowed before I knew it.
"This... no matter how I look, it's a total bitch..."
"Huh, what'd you say?"
"Nothing!"
No way that's really me. Must've been possessed briefly. Or...
Maybe the original owner's influence lingered, wresting control without me knowing.
But the memory felt too vivid for that.
"Aaaahhh!"
I screamed, messing up my hair wildly.
"Hey, forget what you saw earlier! Don't tease me about it—that was a desperate act in a real danger zone, got it?!"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Got it, sure."
Geon-yul jumped at my outburst, nodding frantically.
Not like it was rape-bait material he'd tease over.
"How about... a deal?"
"A deal? Outta nowhere?"
But the bastard didn't stop there, suddenly proposing a transaction.
I considered grilling him on what, but his expression had been off since earlier too, so I decided to hear him out.
"Might be a sensitive topic, but hear me out."
"Why the dramatic setup."
"...How've you been handling your sex drive since coming to this world?"
"Hic!"
Damn, an involuntary hiccup.
And a sudden horniness drop? Don't ask that with a straight face!
"Ugh, urgh... thought it was something serious..."
"Not teasing—serious, so answer."
"Hmph. Eyes off. Don't stare like that."
I hesitated, scratched my cheek lightly, then answered.
"Doesn't feel that bad. As a guy, once a day was the rule, but here? Not really. Never learned how anyway... Not asking you to teach me! Don't misunderstand!"
"Okay, okay. Got it. Not that intense, right."
Kang Geon-yul still deep in thought.
What now? My turn to ask?
"...W-well, what about you, then."
"Huh?"
"I'm fine, so spill freely."
I tossed the bait, and he bit, unloading right away.
His libido felt stronger than back home, but no-fap made relief tough.
Grabbing an onahole or toilet girl felt like jerking off in front of me—too guilty.
And solo? Awkward sharing a tiny room alone.
"Wait, you really haven't done it with anyone?"
"Told ya. Explained the whole story. Held back till meeting you, missed the timing."
"Heh, hee... So partly my fault, huh."
"Not exactly."
"But why worry? No need to mind me. Go wild outside, pick girls and fuck away. This consideration's plenty. In this world, not getting railed is already a huge debt I owe you."
Geon-yul's eyes flickered slightly.
"Hmm."
He probably hoped for that answer.
Deep down, yeah—I didn't want him leaving me alone at home to fuck around.
...Not in a weird way.
I'd lost everything; him reveling solo would just breed relative deprivation.
But nitpicking my benefactor's sex life over mere jealousy—who helped me survive intact here—felt wrong.
Without him, those uncles would've gang-raped me without resistance.
Hell, even leaving home meant crashing back, handling my little bro's loads for breakfast semen bibimbap.
Horrifying just imagining.
Compared to that future, him fooling around a bit? Can't complain.
But saying that...
"...Nah, still. Can't deny responsibility for bringing you here. I've been looking after you, but that barely evens the score. Not doing so would make me insane."
His reply was perfect—100/100.
I'd said go ahead, but if he jumped at it eagerly, might feel a twinge.
Couldn't help grinning, hard to hold back.
"Heehee... Ahem! Fine, do whatever. If banging out feels bad 'cause of my face, just jerk it."
"Can I?"
"Hey! Why ask my permission?! Am I your owner? Dorm or your place, whenever you feel like it."
I paused, adding conditions.
"Seal it tight in tissue 'cause it stinks, don't spill on floor in room or bathroom. And not right in front of me."
"OK, easy enough. Thanks for understanding."
"Guys can't help it. I get it."
Problem solved? His face brightened.
That erection at entrance ceremony—mid-endurance streak, huh.
Yeah, once he starts wanking, fewer boners from me. Win-win.
"Oh right."
"What?"
"One more condition."
"...What now?"
"Nothing big, but I know I'm hot—don't use me as jerk-off bait."
Joking to lighten the serious mood.
My looks changed, but 15-year childhood friend Geon-yul wouldn't fap to me. I knew that.
"...Hey?"
No quick reply. Glancing over, some unreadable expression flashed briefly on his face, then gone.
"Duh. Who jerks to a guy."
"Haha, ha, ahaha... Right?"
"Obviously."
***
Next morning, Geon-yul's trash bin overflowed with tissues crusted in a week's worth of cum.
Sealed or not, the thick stench leaked out, forcing me to shower and shampoo with my nose plugged.
"Crazy bastard."
Insane stamina.