Episode 1: Dahee Returns
Episode 1) Dahee Returns
Dahee was my junior from university, a year below me. Yang Dahee, originally from Jincheon, North Chungcheong Province.
During the freshman orientation, I thought her bright smile was really pretty. But naturally, being quiet and unpopular with girls in our department, I quickly gave up on any feelings for her. Surprisingly, though, she stuck by me more than expected.
"Senior, what clubs are you in?"
"I don't do any."
"Then, wanna join the comic club with me?"
"Sure..."
She was unusually attached to me, and because of that, even my classmates and seniors started asking:
"Are you dating Dahee?"
"Doesn't she like you?"
"Hey, if you don't take the chance when it comes, you'll regret it."
I wasn't stupid—I knew Dahee was actively reaching out to me. But unfortunately, my military enlistment was just around the corner. It felt wrong to confess just a few months before leaving, and if we dated and broke up, seeing each other later would be awkward. More than anything, I wasn't sure if she saw me as just a "comfortable senior" or as a romantic interest, so I hesitated to move things forward.
"I'm enlisting next week."
"Ah..."
At my belated confession, Dahee looked shocked, even tearing up. Why did you wait until now to tell me? she asked. If I'd known earlier, I would've treated you better. She even mentioned that she was planning to take a short break from school due to family circumstances. At that moment, I hesitated—Should I confess now?—but the thought of "Why now?" made me shut my mouth.
Ah...
After enlisting and getting stationed, I finally reached out to Dahee, only to find out she was dating Minho, her classmate and the next department president. Honestly, I saw it coming. They were a good-looking pair—they suited each other better anyway. Since she had a boyfriend, contacting her felt pathetic, so I didn't reach out again until after my discharge.
"Ugh..."
When I saw Dahee after discharge, she wasn't the girl I remembered. The innocent, cute, and sharp younger-sister type was gone—instead, she had this spaced-out, slightly airheaded vibe. It's a bit crude to say, but she looked... easier. And Minho's excessive skinship didn't help. He'd grope her right in front of others without a care.
"Hey, the seniors are watching."
"So what? Dongjae-hyung and Minjun-hyung don't mind, right?"
"Uh... yeah."
Her clothes were more revealing, too. She'd say she didn't like it, but she was always in his arms.
And that was when it started—my Netorare fetish. Technically, it wasn't Netorare since we never dated, but... it felt like my girl (?) was taken and remolded to fit another guy's taste, and that somehow excited me.
Watching Dahee date someone else, go on trips, celebrate anniversaries, and hearing Minho ask juniors, "Where's a good place to go for a Jeju trip during break?"—all of it made me imagine them having sex.
Thump thump thump thump thump.
Thinking about Dahee going on overnight trips with Minho, wearing sexy lingerie or swimsuits she bought just to excite him—it gave me a pleasure mixed with unbearable pain. My beloved girl sharing love (read: fucking) with another guy... imagining her spreading her pussy open for him turned my jealousy into pure arousal.
"Ah, fuck... I'm gonna cum again—ugh!"
The swimsuit and travel photos she posted on Instagram filled me with defeat and frustration. Even if we had dated, I wouldn't have been able to travel with her as often as Minho did—I was broke. Meanwhile, Minho's businessman father gave him plenty of financial freedom.
...And if things had stayed that way, it would've just been a one-sided crush that faded with time. But in our fourth year, Dahee broke up with Minho—he cheated on her with a freshman from another department.
And surprisingly, Dahee came back to me.
"Dongjae-oppa, how've you been?"
"Yeah, good."
The girl who had treated me like an empty bottle of Pepsi NEX (discarded and forgotten) suddenly acting sweet was a shock—but a pleasant one. I wasn't stupid; maybe this was her way of making Minho jealous. He knew about the old rumors between us.
"...Oppa, can you buy me drinks tonight?"
"Sure."
A few days later, she asked me to buy her alcohol. I knew why—Minho's Instagram had erased all traces of her, replaced with photos of the new freshman.
"Oppa, wanna date me? I... really liked you a lot freshman year."
The tears she shed then weren't for me—they were for Minho. Confessing to a guy she didn't truly love, just a "nice senior," must've felt pathetic.
But I wasn't about to pass up this chance. I knew it wouldn't come again.
"I'll treat you twice as well."
I didn't specify twice as well as who, but we both knew.
Years passed.
Now in our early 30s, both working, our relationship had lasted a while—but there was no boredom. We both gave it our all. Maybe it was better that we weren't some destined, picture-perfect couple. Knowing I wasn't handsome, I tried my hardest for Dahee, and knowing how much effort my love took, she did the same for me.
"You know what? It's been over two years since we moved in together."
"Has it been that long already?"
"Yeah."
The travel photos propped up by our bed always made me think we look so mismatched, but Dahee loved them.
"I look good in them."
"Whatever."
"Come lie down. I'll make you feel good tonight."
"Okay."
Our sex life was great too. Though sometimes, seeing her unexpectedly varied skills—like the way she'd ritualistically kiss the head before sucking—made me think, She must've learned this from Minho. I hated that part of myself.
Eventually, I couldn't hold back and asked:
"Why do you always kiss the head before sucking?"
She froze. "Huh? Uh... no reason?" Her flustered reaction confirmed it—she learned it from him. And that reignited my buried Netorare desires.
"Why the sudden question?"
"No reason. Just curious."
My long-term girlfriend, Dahee, was still using bedroom techniques she learned from her first—she admitted Minho took her virginity. If I'd confessed first, maybe I would've been her first...
"...Yeah, I learned it from Minho. I just thought guys would like it."
"Hmm."
You could argue it made sense—Dahee had only dated Minho and me by her 30s, and I was such a loser that she was my only girlfriend. But emotions don't work like that.
After that, our sex life grew awkward. She even apologized by buying a nurse cosplay outfit, but I wondered, Did Minho like this too? Pathetic.
[Sky Frog: The answer's simple.]
Around then, I realized I had a problem—one too pathetic to discuss with friends. So I turned to online forums under a pseudonym. That's when a user named Sky Frog messaged me.
[Sky Frog: If you're hung up on "getting your worth," go to a brothel. Fuck a few girls. That'll kill your inferiority complex. Maybe even two or three at once.]
[DoubleMoney: That's a bit...]
[Sky Frog: I'm serious. If you're obsessed with your future wife's purity because you've been a virgin your whole life, the solution is to get dirty yourself.]
[DoubleMoney: Hng...]
[Sky Frog: And your girlfriend has bad habits, right? Then erase them. Let another man train her. Isn't that what you secretly want? You've got Netorare tastes.]
[DoubleMoney: Mm...]
I should've stopped there. It was insane. But it made a twisted kind of sense.
[DoubleMoney: But we've been living together for years. Would she really fall for another guy that easily? She's not the outgoing type.]
[Sky Frog: Haha, I could do it easily.]
Insane confidence. I thought it was impossible—until he sent over 100 images (faces blurred, except his). Handsome, fit, kind-looking—not some sharp-faced jerk like Minho. A pretty boy with lean muscle, the type women love.
[Sky Frog: Need help? From your posts, even with the blur, your girlfriend's got an amazing body.]
[DoubleMoney: It's embarrassing to brag, but yeah, she's pretty.]
I sent photos. He replied:
[Sky Frog: I'd love to tame her.]
I knew I shouldn't—but I agreed. It was too tempting.
Three months later, Dahee was completely conquered by Sky Frog—no, by Kang Taeyang.
"Nice to meet you."
"Hi! Wow, you're gorgeous."
A staged Oimart secondhand deal, sudden haggling, a thank-you coffee, number exchange, dinner plans, a movie the next week, a fake drinking meetup with her friend Sua—then sex. Mind-blowing sex. It took just three months for her to be trained into preferring cruder, more vulgar sex.
Hah...
Sure, our long relationship might've made the thrill of cheating stronger—but maybe she was bored of me too. Effort only goes so far. Loving an unremarkable person takes too much effort.
Then came the moment all Netorare fans hate—yet chase desperately.
The moment another man steals your woman.
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..
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.....
I thought it was over. Dahee spoke quietly, then burst into tears as she broke up with me.
"I'm sorry."
I nodded calmly. The man beside Da-hee also stood up with her, saying, "Well then, we'll be going."
"Ugh... Ugh..."
On my way home, the tears finally burst out. The unbearable sobbing continued the entire way back. It was the end of a long relationship.
The thought that my foolish lust had twisted that kind-hearted girlfriend of mine made the tears unstoppable. The unbearable sobbing continued the entire way back.
Episode 1) Da-hee Returns
Another six months passed.
In the early hours between Friday and Saturday, someone was pressing the passcode to my two-room jeonse apartment—a place where no one ever visited after Da-hee left.
Huh?
At the door stood Da-hee, her eyes hollow. She had dragged a suitcase with her. I stepped closer, and the sniffling Da-hee threw herself into my arms, saying, "Oppa, I'm sorry..."
Of course, I welcomed her.
To put it bluntly, Sky Frog—real name Kang Tae-yang—was a scumbag. Da-hee had been discarded. Once the "fun of stealing her from me" vanished and she became entirely his, Tae-yang lost interest in her.
"So what happened?"
"At first... I clung to him desperately."
Since she had left me for him, Da-hee gave Tae-yang everything. She didn't hold back any pretense and did whatever he wanted. But since they had already been doing those things even before she left me, there was nothing new for Tae-yang. So the intensity escalated, she said.
Sucking his toes, licking his asshole, getting slapped in the face with his foot, being tightly bound for hours while enduring endless orgasms from toys, having sex with him while talking to another guy on the phone, pissing inside her pussy, drinking his piss, even being passed around by Tae-yang's friends—
But that wasn't the end.
She had to complete all sorts of missions and provide proof for them at work. Eventually, on Tae-yang's orders, she even seduced and slept with a balding, married team leader at her company—someone she didn't even like. She even went as far as offering her body to a stranger online for just a thousand won, blindfolded, all to satisfy Tae-yang's perverse desires.
And around that time, as if a fantasy had shattered, Da-hee sank into despair. She no longer felt any excitement in their play. Of course, Tae-yang had probably lost interest long before that.
"In the end, he cheated on me. No—he straight-up got another girlfriend. He threw me away."
And, of course, he found another woman. With his height, looks, muscles, cock, silver tongue, and wealth, getting a new plaything was as easy as breathing.
So it's the same ending as with Min-ho.
With nothing left to offer, Da-hee clung to him in tears—but that, naturally, only made her even less attractive. In the end, she was discarded after enduring all kinds of humiliation, not just from Tae-yang but even from his new girlfriend. And in the midst of it all, she finally remembered me.
Of course, it wasn't like I was happy about it. I'm human, and I have my pride—how could I feel nothing when my girlfriend left me for another man, got dumped, and then came crawling back?
But when I thought about it more coldly, with my looks, my finances, my height—what pretty girl would ever like me more than Da-hee? And it wasn't just about looks. Personality too.
So I held her in my arms and decided to understand, to let it all go. We resumed our relationship as if nothing had ever happened.
"Jeju Island? Sounds great!"
"Let's go eat some hairtail fish."
"Yeah!"
We went to the Han River, Jeju Island, Gangwon Province, Busan, and Yeosu. We ate at snack bars, hotel breakfast buffets, and omakase restaurants. As if we had never broken up, we celebrated anniversaries as usual and loved each other. In some ways, we became even closer than before.
Except for one thing.
The sex.
< To Be Continued >