009. Open Beta (2) Han Yu-ra VS Shin Na-young
Who should I meet today out of the two? Of course, morally speaking, meeting Shin Na-young was the right call, but I'm a programmer who always thinks rationally. Someone who finds tweaking code more comfortable than chatting with people. Do you think a guy like that could resist weighing the pros and cons?
I started comparing them.
Man... this really is a happy dilemma.
Candidate number one: Han Yu-ra.
I looked down at her. A bit shorter than me. Breasts that burst violently out even in a suit, hips that overwhelmed most adult women. And that surprisingly slim waist revealed every time she adjusted her jacket—what about that? It was a lewd figure that seemed to beg me to grab her hips with both hands and shake them back and forth.
And she was whispering in my ear, her breath warm against it.
"I haven't started my period yet..."
Fertile window. Irregular cycle, maybe? She knew exactly how to piss me off, like she was begging me to knock her up right now.
Ha... fuck. I shouldn't get excited.
Yu-ra added one more word.
"...Master."
I hated myself for getting so turned on by those three syllables. Was it my kink? Because I'm a guy? Or was it just the situation—the company rep with the red ponytail and that sly smile blatantly seducing me?
But Shin Na-young was no slouch either.
"What are you two doing?"
She approached with a hint of jealousy and openly hugged my arm tight. Her soft breasts squished against me, their shape pressing right through. It was a sensation that made my brain tingle.
Ah...
The impact was intense. That plain gray hoodie hiding surprisingly big tits. When they mashed against my arm, I couldn't help imagining. Her toned body. Those killer abs I always wanted to grope every time I saw them—the perfect eleven-pack. The firm lower abs stretching down, and below that, her tight, pristine pussy.
Haa...
I couldn't choose between them. The competition here was too fierce. Their eyes were practically shooting laser beams at each other.
If I pick Na-young, will Yu-ra understand?
We fucked a few days ago, so now it's Na-young's turn. Would Yu-ra buy that? No way. It would leave a scar on her heart.
-Oh, so she's the one on the hook? You got yours already, so you're done? Wow... Im Seong-u's living the dream~
She could totally think something like that.
And if I picked Yu-ra instead?
-Are you insane? Wow, really shacking up with Han Yu-ra? Seong-u? Just marry her! Go knock her up! Have kids!
That'd be the end of it.
So I needed a third option here. Right.
Yu-ra or Na-young—a third way to satisfy both without hurting either...!
Why, doesn't the number three make you think of something?
...Kim A-ram!
Yeah, right. If some guy took her virginity, he'd lose everything for life—so if you have any sense of judgment and self-control, avoiding her is the smart move. Maybe train yourself to take a breath even around a beauty and think rationally if it's the right call?
So I told them.
"I'm heading home today... I pulled an all-nighter yesterday, so I'm kinda beat."
"Hmm..."
Han Yu-ra narrowed her eyes. She nodded like she had no choice.
"That's a shame. You've been working so hard, Seong-u, I wanted to reward you today."
"Reward...? Reeeeward? CEO Han, what do you mean by reward?"
"I'll buy you a drink."
"Seong-u, you won't hang out with me either?"
Switching to casual speech right in front of Yu-ra. Her intent to flaunt how much longer she'd known me was obvious.
"Yeah. I'm pretty tired today."
I said that and quickly called a designated driver. There's a term called catfight, and watching one seems pretty popular and fun, but having it play out right in front of me was exhausting.
"Haa... then drop me off on your way home. We'll split the driver fee."
Han Yu-ra glared at Shin Na-young with wide eyes.
"Na-young, what are you doing? Seong-u said he's tired."
"Huh...? I'm just going home today too."
"How can you guarantee that?"
"Guarantee? Do I need to guarantee anything? Our places are on the way, so we're just sharing the ride. Can't drive drunk, right?"
Yu-ra clicked her tongue lightly. She shot glances at me and Na-young.
"Actually... I prepared something special for Seong-u."
Oh...!
Special... preparation...!
Those words ignited my animalistic, trashy instincts again.
Han Yu-ra prepared something special?
"Seong-u... I trust you, but still."
Don't trust me... please!
Don't trust me anymore!
"Hmph. Preparation? I have something like that too. Seong-u, if you come to my place tonight... I'll do something really, really amazing for you."
Han Yu-ra furrowed her brows.
"Something amazing... doesn't sound like much."
"Hmph. Do I need to spell it out?"
Na-young puffed out her chest, strutting proudly. Now they were ignoring me completely, staring each other down.
Did they hire based on looks only...?
Han Yu-ra exuded mature allure. The bright red dye made her even sexier, her sharp eyes gave off an edge, and that explosive figure. Sultry, sticky charm? She came off so professional and cold, but in bed, she turned into an obedient, good girl who listened well. She'd act cute like a pet begging for treats, enduring intense stimulation half-forced on her, blissed out in happiness.
Shin Na-young was the total opposite. She looked way younger than her age. Incredibly soft, pale skin no one could match. Under that small frame that stirred protective instincts hid big tits that asserted themselves and a slim, toned body from consistent workouts. Pinning her down completely, ravaging her precious spots nonstop—it surged up massive taboo thrill and conquest.
She was great at dirty talk too. Even as her pussy swelled red from smacking against my thigh, she'd crave more stimulation nonstop. Enough to get me hard three times in one night.
Aaah...
Still, there were manners between people. I didn't want to make them openly jealous of each other. Just quietly letting days pass. That was the life I wanted.
"I'll just head home today, CEO."
"Hmm... fine. You won't stop at Na-young's place, right?"
"What's that got to do with you, CEO?"
Na-young shot back. Was it the good mood today? Or the sweet buzz from the booze? Yu-ra sighed, looking down at her coldly.
"Call me when you get home tonight, Seong-u."
"Why does Seong-u have to call you?"
Na-young's combat power had leveled up since the old days. Like a Chihuahua, maybe? She followed Yu-ra's orders at work, but off-hours, this was her.
But Yu-ra was just as shameless.
"It's about business."
"You could've talked business earlier. You're not dating an employee or anything, right?"
"Ha. Na-young, that's rich coming from you. Seong-u's not just an employee—he's a director."
Sparks flew between the two women. The two who loved me fighting over me alone. I liked it deep down... but watching it up close was tiring.
Luckily, the driver arrived.
"I'll head out first then, CEO."
"Drive safe."
And so the wordy, chaotic open beta wrapped up.
....
"Haa... that was busy. Right?"
"Yeah."
Even though I'd ditched with Na-young, the days leading to open beta had been intense testing marathons. I was human too, after all—nerves got to me.
The game's pretty unique to begin with.
A collectible mobile RPG with seasons. Plus, to prove ourselves to investors, we were selling passes from open beta. The monetization model was freakish compared to other games, making test cases a pain.
I don't get the planning intent...
Kim A-ram planned it and bailed, so no helping it. Yu-ra and I debated why she'd designed it that way, agonizing over whether to add paid elements to open beta.
Couldn't slack off.
But... it's been a while since we've been alone like this.
Shin Na-young. Never imagined we'd end up lovers from high school or college days. Lots of my friends stayed platonic guy-girl friends and ended up hooking up, but I always saw that as kinda dirty. Never thought I'd ride alone with her.
But now.
Ha... fuck.
What was this? My heart was racing for some reason.
We were friends.
We were friends. If I define friendship more realistically—what is it? Someone you hit PC bangs with. Someone you drink with, who cusses out your crush for dumping you like family. Closer than lovers sometimes, but with more distance. Better expressed as friendship than love.
That's a friend, right?
But now that friend was in the same car. A woman's scent. Enough to drive a man mad—baby powder mixed with pheromones... lemon wafting teasingly.
"Hey, Seong-u."
Na-young sidled right up with sultry eyes. Girl-next-door—or even more athletic—body. Not as explosive as Yu-ra's, but her pretty ass brushed my thigh, making me twitch. Her eyes sparkled with mischief.
"You're really just going home tonight?"
"That's the plan."
"Hmph. You don't look tired at all."
Short bob cut. She tossed her hair back, filling the car with fresh lemon.
"Seong-u."
"Yeah...?"
"I've got a question."
The car felt suffocatingly tight. Na-young's pale, flushed face popped right up to mine.
Ah...
My childhood friend was beautiful. Short bob to her jaw. Delicate brows, thick lashes underneath. Her eyes looked cute and innocent at a glance, but that sly smile hid a seductiveness that could melt a man.
"What's so great about Han Yu-ra?"
"...Huh."
Hard not to freeze at that.
Couldn't say it outright.
"Her huge tits?"
"It's not some lowbrow reason like that."
Though it's not not a reason.
Na-young smirked mockingly, glaring.
It grated a bit.
"Hmph... if it's not lowbrow, then what? Didn't she treat you like shit? Gimme your hand."
She took my right hand, stroking it gently. Long scar there. From gripping a glass too hard, shards digging in and drawing blood. Hospital got the pieces out, but not great for health.
"And you still have scars like this."
Scars on the body too. But the biggest ones stayed on the heart.
"Did you like her back in college?"
I rummaged through my mental library. Seems I had a bit of a thing for Yu-ra back then. The girl I liked ended up doing that shit to me for a year.
"A little? Saying I had zero interest as a guy would be a lie."
"Hng... so that's how it was? What about me? Me?"
Na-young bit her lower lip. Expression like she couldn't forgive it. For some reason—I liked that face. A sexy woman genuinely jealous.
I told her.
"Saying I had no feelings for you would be a lie too."
She glared lightly, pinching the back of my hand.
"Then why didn't you confess?"
"...Busy with studies."
True story.
She softened a bit, like she was giving me some slack.
"Im Seong-u."
"...Yeah?"
"I... bought some clothes?"
She flashed a little devil smile, showing me her phone.
What the hell was making her advertise it so hard? If it's nothing special, punishment time... I thought.
"Ah."
I couldn't hold my breath seeing it.
Cat...
Yeah. Cat cosplay. The kind long-term couples do for events. Black cat ears on her head, red-toned makeup under her eyes, smiling slyly. Girlish body. But those disproportionately big tits crammed into a tank top with a heart cutout. cleavage fully on display in that lewd valley. Below stretched those man-slaying eleven-pack abs.
What the... were you doing.
What was she doing? Na-young's abs glistened with sweat.
"Wanna see more...?"
She tapped lower on the screen. Tight black panties damp... and a cheap adult toy beside it.
"I... masturbated thinking of you."
"..."
"Wearing this."
Na-young pressed against me, rubbing her tits on me, nibbling my earlobe.
"Seong-u... come to my place, I'll wear it for you..."
She smiled, pinching me lightly.
"I'm... ovulating."
"..."
"If you thrust in, I'll get pregnant."