Cafe Common Sense (1)
That night, I couldn't fall asleep easily. I kept fretting over what new function might be added to the bitch collar, and my eyes just wouldn't close. 'Bitch mode? Breast milk? A tail that makes me bark?' Whatever it was, it sounded horrifying.
"Haa."
But honestly, that wasn't the biggest issue. More than whatever function might be added, the real bombshell was that I'd had sex with Geon-yul again. And not forced like last time—this time, it was entirely my choice.
'I wasn't in my right mind, okay? Just won't let it happen again.' Now, when I recalled the memory of us fucking, instead of getting aroused, my first thought was, 'What the hell was I thinking?' Sure, the semen addiction explained some of it, but after a week of pent-up lust finally getting released, things had improved a bit.
'It was a mistake, no need to make a fuss over it.' After the first time, I'd resented him and confronted him, but this round was different. We'd just used the semen addiction treatment as an excuse—truth be told, both Geon-yul and I had given in to our urges and gone at it. At least I had all sorts of reasons. But Geon-yul? What the hell was his deal?
Unlike me, he could jerk off whenever he wanted, so why couldn't he control his lust? 'Well, fair enough.' Thinking it over, I found myself nodding in agreement. Maybe Geon-yul had it even harder than me with the abstinence.
Put myself in his shoes: surrounded by hot girls he could fuck anytime, living with a total ideal-type beauty—even if her insides were me. But all he could do was beat it in the bathroom. He usually kept it in check, but sometimes that misdirected lust builds up and explodes. And that's when it erupts toward me, always right there. He knows it's me inside, but since I look like his perfect girl, he can't hold back.
'...Poor guy.' Suddenly, I felt a twinge of sympathy. I knew full well how insane a young guy's libido could be. I'd been the one blocking him from using other girls' pussies outside, so maybe I'd brought this disaster on myself.
'But I can't stand him having all the fun alone.' I wasn't getting any either, so why should he? A bit selfish, sure. But that was my honest feeling.
The solution was simple, really. I hated the idea of Geon-yul whoring around and enjoying himself solo, while he just wanted to relieve his urges with a woman. So either I drop my selfishness and let him do whatever... or...
'I help him out a little?'
...A chill ran down my spine, and I hugged my shoulders. 'Crazy.' What the hell was I thinking? Help process Geon-yul's lust myself? Suck him off? Give him a handjob? No way was I planning to use my pussy to milk his semen, right?
"Just go to sleep already." But that night, my heart was racing for some reason, and my eyes refused to shut.
***
The next day, after classes, Geon-yul headed off to add and tweak functions on the collar, leaving me holed up in my room like always. No need for me to tag along, he'd said.
A few hours later, a text came from the only guy in my contacts.
I tilted my head at the message. If he wanted to talk, wouldn't it be easier to just come up to the dorm? Not that I hated cafes—I didn't mind the cozy vibe of a quiet one, even if noisy ones weren't my thing.
No school today, so no uniform. I threw on a hoodie over my white tee and grabbed my usual sweatpants, then headed out.
'Oh, bra.' Right as the elevator doors closed, I realized I'd forgotten it. Wearing one at home felt stuffy as hell, so I usually ditched it. Especially today, with Geon-yul out fixing the collar—no one to notice my nipples poking through the white tee.
I always remembered it for outings, but this time? Total brain fart.
"Eh, it'll be fine." No big deal. It was just the cafe downstairs, not some far-off place. In this world, bras or no bras didn't make much difference anyway. And since it was right below the dorm, low risk. Turning back now that I was in the elevator? Too annoying.
I zipped up my hoodie tight and headed to the cafe where Geon-yul was waiting.
***
"Why'd you call me to the cafe?"
I blurted it out the second I saw Geon-yul. I'd meant to be friendly like usual, but it came out sharp. Probably the awkwardness from last night messing with my tone.
"No big reason. Just thought we'd chat over coffee. Dude, you gotta stop holing up in your room all day."
"...What am I supposed to do?"
"Get out more. You have friends, or worst case, drag me along."
"No place I wanna go. This ain't a normal world anyway."
"Yeah, fair."
Maybe 'cause I was being cold, Geon-yul looked a bit down. From his side, he was just trying to get me out for some fun—good intentions. Had I been too harsh?
"...PC bang or movies might be okay."
"Right?!"
Back in my old world, those were my go-tos. Movies and games were hobbies, and those spots probably weren't too warped here.
Meanwhile, Geon-yul tapped the table. "Sit first. Let's order something."
"...No kiosk?"
I glanced around. Nothing weird at first glance—looked like any normal cafe. Cozier than a chain, folks chatting casually over coffee. Safe to sit?
"Nah, staff comes to ask. Sit already, trust me."
"...How can I trust you."
I sat but scowled anyway.
"C-C-Creampie... cures the semen addiction, remember? But I don't think it's fully cured. I still don't feel repulsed by semen."
"Hm? Weird, it should be cured."
Geon-yul grinned slyly. "Maybe it's not the addiction—you've just changed, y'know?"
"Don't be ridiculous! No way..."
My voice trailed off weakly. That'd shatter my whole premise. I'd never bought the creampie-cures-addiction line—just figured it was Geon-yul's excuse to fuck me.
But if creampies really cured it? Comparing peak addiction to yesterday morning, yeah, it felt way better.
'No way Geon-yul was really helping out of kindness...?' Unlike me, lost in lust and chasing that insane pleasure beyond masturbation, if my friend had genuinely fucked me to help... and I'd been the only perv...
...I'd die of embarrassment.
"Kidding, kidding. Remember why you got addicted?"
"'Cause... of the sweet semen function."
"Right. But you took the collar off today. No sweet semen means less addiction."
"Wait, then I could've just gone collared-free all day!"
Geon-yul shook his head. "You know better. Post-contract, bitches gotta wear the collar. Go out without it? Instant rape bait. Your body's and face aren't exactly forgettable."
"'Not forgettable'? Praise me properly."
"Fine, you're fucking gorgeous with a killer body—be careful."
"W-What the hell, suddenly."
Such blatant flattery? My face heated up; I fanned it with a napkin. Hope it didn't show.
"Anyway, let's order. Got it?"
"...Yeah."
As I scanned the menu, Geon-yul pulled a round object from his bag. Obviously the bitch collar—I'd worn it nonstop lately.
"Picked something?"
"Not yet... So, what function'd you add?"
"Hmm, curious?"
Geon-yul smirked annoyingly. I frowned, but he clearly wasn't spilling.
"Deleted sweet semen first. Living here, you'll encounter cum plenty—no need for addiction side effects."
"Hold up, so it's fully cured now?"
"Yup, root cause gone. Semen'll taste normal again, though. Cool?"
"As long as no addiction."
"True, you hated the taste bad. But now you don't mind it much."
"...Wanna die?"
So, no more sweet scent or taste from Geon-yul's cum or pre. No aphrodisiac effect. He'd claimed it was for me, but I was thrilled.
'Tasty or gross, it's still cum. Free of side effects? Good enough.' A week ago, I'd have disagreed—insisted sweet semen was essential here. I'd tell past me the truth:
'...You can't last a week, idiot.'
I prodded more about the new function, menu in hand, but he stonewalled with "surprise."
"Sigh, fine. Cocoa for me."
"Cocoa? Kid stuff? I'll take cafe latte."
"...Cocoa's delicious, what can ya do."
I was no kid, but couldn't get coffee snobs. Cafe mocha was okay with chocolate, but americano and latte? Bitter and bland. Cocoa? Warm, sweet perfection since childhood. Superior drink, case closed.
The waitress arrived; Geon-yul ordered. I fiddled with the collar he handed me and put it on.
"Ugh, back after half a day."
"Didn't change the design. Feel anything?"
"Not really..."
As we chatted, the waitress returned—cute college girl type, bright smile, carrying two cups to our table.
"Cocoa's this side, cafe latte here."
I took the steaming cocoa; Geon-yul got his latte.
"...Huh?"
Something off. The latte cup was normal-sized, but the liquid level was low. Peering in, it looked too dark for milk-mixed coffee.
'Did they add milk? Weird.'
While I puzzled, the waitress and Geon-yul exchanged cryptic words.
"Bringing your own milk, right?"
"Yeah, make it now."
"Starting then."
Own milk? Geon-yul prepped some? Wild for a cafe to allow, and he had no milk visible. What was going on?
"Oh my."
The waitress met my eyes, widening hers and covering her mouth.
"What now. Need something to wipe?"
"Huh?" Wipe what? I tilted my head and looked down.
No cocoa spill—that'd burn first. But...
'Not warm... wet?'
My braless chest felt damp around the areola. I touched it.
"...What the hell?"
My white tee was soaked with some mystery liquid.