Common Sense at the Movie Theater (1)
“Just hear me out a bit more.”
“O-okay.”
“Frankly speaking, if you were a guy, you'd be screwing every other girl out there. You could've had a few girlfriends by now if you weren't holding back out of consideration for me.”
“That's true, but why bring that up so suddenly here...”
One thing she couldn't deny, no matter what. It was a plain fact that I was exercising restraint because of Chae-a, and she was always grateful to me for it.
Chae-a was the one keeping me from fooling around with other girls purely out of selfishness and jealousy. Even if I kept her as my bitch and brought in another one, she'd probably complain.
I'm satisfied with fully conquering just Chae-a, so no need to bring in more girls anyway.
The important part was that she'd nod along to this.
“Yeah, I'll be honest. When I'm with you, sometimes I think of you like a sort of girlfriend. The kisses, buying you these clothes—it might all be stuff I'd want from a girlfriend.”
“W-what...?!”
“But you're going too far too. I get you don't want me dating other girls, but hold back a bit on using your body to relieve my urges. You won't let me have a girlfriend because of you, but you won't play the part either?”
“Girlfriend... stand-in...?!”
Chae-a's face turned beet red. She clearly hadn't imagined a straight pitch like that coming right at her chest.
Is this okay?! Truth be told, I was a little flustered myself. I'd gotten too carried away with my emotions and ended up blurting out way too much honesty. After saying it, I was scared of her reaction—my clenched fist was slick with sweat.
“That's... weird. We're originally just friends... And in front of others, we have to act proper anyway, but doing lewd stuff is the same, so why should I go as far as playing girlfriend...?”
“What we do in front of others is just acting! Sometimes I want to date a real girlfriend for real.”
“Sometimes...?”
But surprisingly, Chae-a's eyes were wavering. Hard to believe, but she wasn't flat-out refusing—it looked like she was slowly being persuaded. A little more coaxing, and she'd cave completely.
“S-so, what you're saying, Geon-yul...”
“Huh?”
“You just want me to stand in as your girlfriend sometimes?”
“...Y-yeah. If you hate it, I'll give up and just find another girl...”
“N-no, you can't!”
Suddenly, she shrieked in a shrill voice and pounded my chest with her fists. Realizing how jealous she sounded, Chae-a froze stiff. I was just as flustered, stammering without words.
We stayed like that for a few seconds before Chae-a snapped back to a masculine tone. Even after all the huge changes in this world, she was forcing herself back to her pre-world self.
“Fine, no helping it!”
She acted all chipper like it was no big deal, face like she'd bolted on a steel plate.
“W-what? I mean, I've been in the wrong too. Consider it payback—I'll do what you said.”
“You'll really do it?”
“Ugh, how many times do I have to say it? I've thought about repaying you for a while now. I've just been a burden, taking without giving back. Gotta help out somehow, right?”
“In that case...”
I timidly pulled the huddled Chae-a into my arms and stroked her ass over her hot pants.
“Eek, hiiyaah?!”
Her bold, boyish tone clashed with the frail girl's moan. Sliding my hand down from her ass to tease between her legs confirmed my suspicions. Even through her pants, her pussy area was soaked—flooded, almost. I hadn't even touched it properly, but just hearing what was basically a confession had gotten her this excited...?
“H-haaah...”
As my palm grazed her pussy over the hot pants, Chae-a squeezed her eyes shut and let out a trembling, slutty moan.
“U-um, Kang Geon-yul? I get you're excited I'll play girlfriend, but... isn't this progressing too fast?!”
“Grabbing your ass is too fast?”
“Normally, this kind of skinship on the first day...”
“What're you talking about? We've already done no-condom creampies. And since we're not real lovers, why bother matching the pace of normal-world couples?”
“...Yeah, when you put it like that.”
Chae-a nodded dumbly right in front of my chest. Her crown was so cute, my dick hardened in an instant.
“Oh, right! I didn't say this? Being your girlfriend stand-in is only when you're horny and I'm up for it—don't get any delusions that I actually like you or anything...”
She sounded firm, but it wasn't registering. My head was blooming with creative ideas on how to differentiate lover mode from our usual owner-pet dynamic.
“Ugh, Chae-a, why do you talk so much?”
“Girlfriend... treat... slurp...”
I shoved a finger into her nonstop chattering mouth— she started sucking reflexively the second it went in—and kneaded her ass while making a proposal.
“Since we're on the topic, how about we make today our first girlfriend date?”
“Slurp.”
Nod nod.
“Mm... wanna catch a movie then?”
“Smooch, smooch...”
Nod nod.
I kneaded her ass as she just nodded silently, then gave it a smack and grinned brightly.
“Great! Let's hit the nearest theater!”
“Pwah! S-sure...”
“You like movies?”
“Y-yeah. Movies are great, but... do you always treat girlfriends like this? It feels no different from how you treat me like a bitch in front of others...”
Her voice trembled. I answered cheerfully.
“Yeah, this is how I am. Hate it?”
“N-no?”
Chae-a shook her head as she took my offered hand.
“...I like it.”
As expected.
“Knew it.”
I'd long known she was a masochistic perv who got off on humiliating treatment—no surprise there.
How did it end up like this...?
My head felt blank. Dizzy, thoughts not forming right.
I'd meant to lay down the law properly at first, make sure he wouldn't treat me carelessly anymore. But the talk veered off weirdly.
Girlfriend stand-in...?
Sure, I'd thought about it before. Wasn't I keeping Geon-yul from hanging with other girls out of pettiness, blocking other bitches too? Maybe I should treat him better instead.
No need to spell out what "better" meant.
I'd seriously pondered jerking him off every time he got backed up. Of course, I'd dismissed it as ridiculous between friends, but the point is, I'd considered it.
Ugh, shoulda never brought it up...!
I thought I was the patient one. His attitude was getting more and more like treating me as a real bitch, especially outdoors, and I was at my limit. Deep down, I didn't hate it—secretly enjoyed it—but if I let it go on, he'd see me as a joke. Time to set boundaries.
But Geon-yul was holding back too. Refraining from other girls because of me, gave up dating entirely, and now I tell him not to manhandle me? He exploded.
And I got it. His situation differed from mine, but it made me reflect—had I been too selfish here?
Guilt. Remorse.
But his story went beyond imagination.
During sex... he thinks of me as a girlfriend?
I'd figured he just vented stress treating me like a bitch, hurling abuse. Never dreamed he saw me as a real girlfriend during it.
I don't get it.
Hearing that, I thought I'd feel pissed. How can you think of your ball-friend as a girlfriend? Snap at him that sure, my looks match your type, but inside I'm a black-hearted guy.
But the moment I heard it, my head exploded like a bomb. Boom—thoughts froze. My face flushed like a puberty-struck girl, body twisting shyly.
Not a full confession... but still.
Guilt over tormenting him alone mixed with something else. Kisses aside, the slutty clothes, ass slaps, humiliating words—all because he saw me as his girlfriend? It clicked.
Other girls here would've accepted it as normal duty for men, but I'd whined no. Natural from my view, frustrating from his.
Treating a lover roughly doesn't fit my common sense yet, but some guys like being sadistic with girlfriends.
Understanding bred a weird sense of responsibility. I already played bitch—role-playing girlfriend sometimes? No biggie. I didn't really like him, he didn't really like me. He just craved romance vibes occasionally; I could help.
Poor guy. And after all he's done.
Without him, I'd have been dragged off, subjected to local perversions. He protected my daily life, so girlfriend duty sometimes? Easy.
Just occasionally, not seriously.
Not real lovers, of course!
But midway through talking, my crotch got soaked, and his touch blurred my honest feelings.
...What if I actually fall for him?
“Man, it's been ages since the theater.”
“Huh? Oh, y-yeah. Long time for me too.”
“You used to watch a lot. Must be exciting.”
And so, swept up in the mood, today became our "Day 1," heading to the movies with Geon-yul. I enjoyed films anyway, and post-exams felt like a full leisure gift set—mood great despite everything.
“What movie?”
“Anything's fine!”
“Girlfriend 'anything' is tough.”
“D-don't act so weird just 'cause it's girlfriend role-play... Treat me normal, like usual.”
“Like friends turning lovers? Sounds good.”
“Not what I meant...”
I sighed pitifully, but smiled. PC bang was just edging without gaming—heart raced for real culture time.
Plus, no Geon-yul's friends here. Close as they were, not that close to me. Better alone with my sole ally.
Not date vibes—just comfy.
“Hey, but... lots of people, can you stop groping my ass...?”
“Boyfriend can't grope his girlfriend's ass?”
“N-not that, but.”
“Just for today. Bear it.”
“Playing girlfriend didn't mean free use of my body... Mmph?!”
Something sealed my grumbling mouth. His lips—obvious.
I shut my eyes tight, savoring lips and tongue, speechless.
“Smooch...”
How many tens of seconds? Lips parted, thick saliva string dangling. Why's he love tongue-kissing so much, solo-addict?
Face burned with shame. Calming my pounding heart, I tried meeting his eyes—gave up. Couldn't face them straight.
Looked down, lips smacking wordlessly.
“Kisses are fair game, right?”
“Y-yeah.”
Just a kiss, but body weird. Drying crotch slickened again; nipples perked under top, subtle.
Last sex too—kissing amps girl bodies more?
Geon-yul seemed fine; I was overreacting visibly.
Weird.
Rubbing thighs in uncharacteristic confusion, he wrapped my waist, led to ticket machine.
“Reserve first. Seat you like?”
“Mm, middle here...”
“Back corner.”
...Why ask then? Absurd, but his vise-grip kneading made me nod yes.
“Any...where...fine...”