Open Beta (8)
A week passed like that. Shin Na-young opened her eyes in her empty studio apartment. Haa...
Right after the open beta launch. She'd taken Im Seong-u's cum deep into her womb. For the week since, her heart had been racing like a Formula One engine. It had been hard to even work properly.
I should've taken the pill.
Like most women, Shin Na-young hated her period. She'd never liked it. The pain was on par with a headache or toothache—like a knife ripping through her lower abdomen. She'd taken birth control to regulate her cycle, but even that had caused hormonal imbalances that tortured her for a while. So she'd hesitated with the emergency contraceptive in hand.
What was that stuff, anyway? It ramped up progesterone tenfold, making the cervix secrete more mucus. In short, it boosted the womb's defense performance. But Shin Na-young already suffered every time she switched pills. Suddenly multiplying the hormones in her body ten times—what agony would that bring? Just thinking about it was horrifying.
Im Seong-u had told her:
"Na-young-ah."
"...Yeah?"
"If the morning-after pill stresses you out, don't take it."
He'd said something a bit self-destructive. Na-young had snapped at him without thinking.
"Seong-u-ya. That's irrational. Better to suffer a bit now than get pregnant and fuck everything up."
"It won't happen."
"..."
"And if it does... Well, up until it went in, it felt good, but holding that pill that might mess up my body directly... it was torture."
Late twenties. The cost of a mistake weighed her down too heavily.
Shin Na-young had screamed in frustration.
"You don't love me, do you?!"
"..."
She knew she shouldn't say it. Im Seong-u couldn't even look at her after that, and Shin Na-young felt a twisted sense of victory. But he said:
"That wouldn't be forcing marriage. Na-young-ah. Marrying you would make me happy."
"Wh... what?"
"I'd take responsibility. We're both adults."
Shin Na-young's heart fluttered. Her face flushed red as she stared at the scene before her. She muttered softly.
"...You bastard."
"..."
"Trash."
And then they'd embraced.
And so a week passed. Having chosen not to take the morning-after pill, her mood was fantastic now. Summer sunlight poured down brightly, as if blessing her period.
Red blood flowed from below.
Fuck yeah!
No need for a pregnancy test.
I'm on my period!
Even without the pill, the egg hadn't been fertilized and died off. She let out a victory cheer.
"Hoo-rah!"
It was silly, but Shin Na-young became utterly ecstatic Na-young. The menstrual cramps even felt welcome today.
I! Have! My period!
"Yesss!"
Her womb had miraculously blocked Im Seong-u's billions-strong sperm army. It was like the Battle of Salsu. Her pussy had tower-defensed the invading commie sperms like a champ. What a glorious victory.
I was... kinda hoping a little.
She'd been buzzing with that female anticipation. Purely animal instinct—she loved the act. Being mating-pressed by Im Seong-u, inseminated in a position where the cum couldn't escape. She knew it was her kink.
But that was just bodily desire. Shin Na-young had enough rationality left not to end up hypnotized by an app, ravaged by tentacles, or high on drugs doing naked dances in public.
So right now, she was happy. Her life wasn't fucked.
My... pussy is strong.
Her period felt great. She'd heard older women say periods made them feel like they were flying—bullshit back then, but now she got it.
With a light heart, she texted Im Seong-u.
Her heart felt refreshed after sending that. But...
Why's that?
Did this really give her an edge over Han Yu-ra? She felt a tiny bit deflated. Shin Na-young gazed out the window. Late-twenties spring was fading.
...
Good thing.
If Shin Na-young got pregnant, I'd have raised the kid. Reckless thought, I knew. But shoving ten times the progesterone into her already sensitive womb? No thanks.
Last week had been rough for me too.
Scary shit.
As her childhood friend—no, as a man—I couldn't accept knocking someone up and not owning it. Sex is free. Pregnancy is responsibility. I wasn't trash enough to dump that on her.
If she were pregnant, I'd have taken two more freelance gigs, registered as a sole proprietor properly, whatever to feed the kid.
But no need now.
Gotta be careful.
A man's word is gold. But his dick weighs even more. Not "son's cock weighs a ton" 'cause that sounds shotacon—man's cock weighs a ton. A man's dick must be heavy. Sure, in size, mass, hardness... but mainly, caution when using it.
Spraying seed just 'cause she's in a cat costume? I'd end up like ancient Persian kings with ten-plus kids.
Anyway. Open beta was sailing smoothly. Spring to summer. Swim season. Servers held, no fatal bugs.
But not problem-free.
"Seong-u-ssi."
I turned. Familiar woman. Red ponytail. Massive tits that murdered reason and awakened instinct. Sexy suit sealing them tight. Han Yu-ra.
"Yes?"
"Th... there's a problem you need to help with."
"...Knew it was coming."
"Come downstairs."
I grabbed my laptop and headed to the cafe with Han Yu-ra. We sat in an empty spot, exchanging anxious glances.
...
Open beta progressed smoothly. No visible issues. But investors weren't thrilled.
Han Yu-ra had scrapped three planned features. Act 4+ story. Ranking system. And that fucking room decoration system.
Why'd she plan that shit...?
All Kim A-ram's fault. I prayed she'd rot in jail.
Han Yu-ra and I stared at the remote meeting screen. The investor company's drone employees showed only faces, speaking authoritatively like a secret org from Evangelion.
After perfunctory chit-chat, straight to business.
They ranted: bad community buzz, event mishandled... Clearly digging for dirt.
> ...Anything to say?
Han Yu-ra had a response.
"Sorry. We could've developed more, but focused on revenue. Prioritized BM over minor bug fixes."
> ...
"Current revenue's at 20 million."
> That's not what we're discussing.
> Open betas rarely monetize. Looks weird... Kim A-ram planned this, right?
Vein bulging on Han Yu-ra's forehead.
"Yes..."
> What's the planning intent?
"..."
"..."
> ...
Silence. Kim A-ram wrote the BM. The twisted intent lived only in her astral skull. Han Yu-ra was speechless.
No forgiveness planned.
That's the vibe. Young entrepreneurs need beating. Drones cared more about reports than success.
Their stance: Squeee! We gave money, do it! Scammers! Write 100 pages proving you're not!
Angel Ventures drew swords.
> Han CEO. Can't let this slide.
> DCInside's full of negativity... No moderation?
"Yes...?"
DCInside?
Any reason for them to hate our game? Unexpected issue tensed Han Yu-ra's face with stress. Made me uneasy.
> Manage that too.
> Tech audit coming for dev stuff. Attach docs, prepare well.
> No hard feelings... Let's cooperate. Right?
Han Yu-ra bit her lip.
"Understood."
Short remote interrogation ended. She slumped back, sighing. To her, revenue was business's top value. Investors felt stifling.
"Doesn't make sense."
"Me neither."
"We're not R&D or gov contractors. What is this?"
Game dev's back-breaking enough. Add paperwork? Everyone'd be groaning zombies.
"Seong-u-ya... What now? Tech audit? Ever dealt with one?"
"Haa..."
I'd suffered here before, but time to carry.
This company's worth at least 10 billion.
Week's revenue topped 20 million—in open beta. Per Kim A-ram's plan, beta progress carried over. Expected.
I'd snag director spot.
By quitting, maybe 10%—at least 1 billion.
I told Yu-ra:
"Yu-ra."
"...Yeah?"
"Nothing stimulating come to mind?"
She blanked, then blushed realizing.
"...Seong-u-ya."
Yu-ra was so obedient. Face red, she mewled like a small animal.
"...Now I plan play too?"
She wasn't clueless. I'd carry, she'd support hard. But we had our contract.
I said shamelessly:
"Creativity's low lately."
"Really."
Yu-ra smiled slyly, sidled up warmly.
"Look forward to it."
Chills down my spine—felt too good.