Episode 10: Anxious Heart
Episode 10) Restless Heart
"Just show me your phone right now. If I'm wrong about this, I'll apologize and never doubt you like this again. So just show me your phone."
Dahui's words. Fuck. But admitting it and showing her my phone wasn't an option either. I pretended to be baffled and started getting angry.
"What do you mean, show you my phone?"
"Show me."
"Come on, Dahui. What shampoo smell are you even talking about? You think I picked up some other woman's perfume scent on the subway?"
"Does that even make sense?"
"No, you're the one not making sense. And what's this about my socks being different? Your random suspicions are way weirder."
"What?"
I had no choice. The only way was to counterattack and shift the focus of the conversation.
"Hey, honestly, just a few months ago, who was the one who cheated—me or you? If anyone should be suspicious, it's me, not you. Does it even make sense for you to doubt me right now?"
"Why are you bringing that up now?"
"Because we're talking about cheating!"
When I snapped at her, Dahui couldn't say another word. That was her weak spot. No matter how much I had set her up with that bull, in the end, she was the one who crossed the line. And after that, it wasn't me who clung to her—she came back on her own.
Her lips trembled as tears streamed down her face, and she didn't ask me anything else. A little later, she walked to the bathroom. Soon after, I heard her crying. I felt bad, but in the meantime, I quickly moved all the videos I took with Assistant Manager Ara to a secure location and wiped everything clean. I deleted all my chats with Assistant Manager Ara too. Call logs as well.
I turned off the lights. Dahui cried for a long time, showered, and came out. And just like that, we went to bed without another word.
The next day, Dahui left for work much earlier than usual. The day after too. Several days passed like that. Assistant Manager Ara had also been on external assignments at headquarters with the team leader for days, so nothing much happened. She grumbled about why they were dragging her to headquarters when she had less than a month left before resigning, but what could she do? She was the one who had received the relevant training. Left alone in the department, all I did was tweet about that day's events.
[I almost got caught by Haneul (pseudonym) for my steamy session with Assistant Manager Ji-eun (pseudonym). My phone was full of all kinds of dirty photos and videos.Haneul got suspicious when she smelled the unfamiliar shampoo scent from the motel. I even learned online that people who cheat sometimes just rinse with water to avoid leaving traces. I barely managed to smooth things over by throwing Haneul's past 'incident' back at her. I think she was hurt.]
A real 'relationship' story.
As I started thinking about leaving work in the afternoon, na12cl24 messaged me.
[na12cl24: I saw your post. Seems like there's a bit of a rift between you two. Did she catch you cheating?]
[Me: No, she didn't catch me. She'll keep suspecting, but she didn't find out. Still, I think I hurt her. I brought up Haneul's past mistake again...]
[na12cl24: I see. Well, it could've been worse. This might be sudden, but I'd like to make a little proposal, if you're open to it.]
So this is where we get to his real intentions.
[Me: Sure, I'm curious what you have in mind.]
[na12cl24: I'll be direct. The truth is, I know that DD211—no, Netorare Manager Kim—previously had a lot of fun with Haneul through netorare... or more accurately, netorase, with another bull. You had quite the thrilling time.]
[Me: Yeah.]
[na12cl24: How about trying a netorare session with me?]
My heart started pounding. Of course, it was a tempting offer. His first impression wasn't great, but the more we talked, the more he seemed like a decent guy. Even in the worst-case scenario, he had too much to lose to do anything reckless. The money he'd already thrown at me was insane, too.
But if I handed Dahui over to another guy again, the outcome was painfully obvious—our relationship would be ruined. It'd be a one-way ticket to destruction. I decided to be honest.
[Me: As much as I'd love to share Haneul again—I'm only human—doing something like that now would probably destroy our relationship. Sorry, but I don't think it's possible.]
If this bastard tried to pettily demand his money back, I'd just return it. Though... Assistant Manager Ara's cut might be tricky. After a long silence, he finally replied nearly ten minutes later.
[na12cl24: I understand it's not an easy decision. That's why I hesitated to bring it up.But from what I've seen, I get the feeling you might be feeling a little... bored in your relationship? That's probably why you had your fling with Assistant Manager Ji-eun.
And... Haneul enjoyed those thrilling times so much that I wouldn't be surprised if she's starting to crave that excitement again. Of course, take your time deciding. Just consider it.]
Bored? Me? I almost scoffed... but I'd known Dahui for over ten years. And after that time with Kang Tae-yang, my brain had melted from the sheer stimulation—no, it was more like my pleasure circuits had been fried from the electric jolts of excitement.
Had I ever felt that kind of rush since then? No.
Was I completely free from craving that kind of stimulation? No. Hell, wasn't I clinging to netorare tweets right now, unsatisfied even after cheating?
His words were loaded, too. That Dahui might be starting to crave it again. Hadn't she been a little more assertive lately? As much as I hated to admit it, his words struck a nerve.
[Me: I'll think about it.]
I left it at that and headed home. It was a rare weekend afternoon, but my mind was restless. Would today be another silent day between us?
"Oppa..."
What greeted me at home was an unexpected sight—Dahui, slightly drunk, waiting for me completely naked. Even after dating for so long and sharing the same bed every night, Dahui still radiated overwhelming sexual allure. Just the sight of her bare body made me swallow hard.
"Dahui."
"Oppa, I'm sorry."
Dahui apologized to me. I didn't know if she genuinely believed she'd misunderstood or if she just didn't want to press the issue since she'd cheated too. Either way, she was the one apologizing first.
"No, you don't have to apologize... It's fine."
I was the one who should've been sorry. But Dahui immediately said:
"You don't have to shower. Just take off your clothes and come to bed."
"I'm all sweaty."
"That just turns me on more. I love your smell, Oppa."
I swallowed hard again. I took off my shirt. The AC breeze cooled my skin slightly, though my back was still damp with sweat. Maybe I should just shower first. But Dahui pushed me down onto the bed before I could.
"Honestly, I really wanted to do it with you. That's why I regretted suspecting you when I didn't even know anything. The past few days have been so hard for me."
Dahui confessed openly. In the end, what she wanted most was to be with me. Just like how guys in their twenties would apologize first just to get laid, even if they didn't mean it—Dahui was doing the same now.
'Haneul enjoyed those thrilling times so much that I wouldn't be surprised if she's starting to crave that excitement again.'
na12cl24's words flashed through my mind again. While I was still dazed, Dahui pulled off my pants and tossed my underwear aside before climbing on top of me, rolling her hips. I could feel how soaked she was inside.
"Hah, ngh, ah, Oppa..."
"Does it feel good, Oppa?"
The slippery pleasure. Even the folds of her pussy were slick. How long had she been turned on? When I thrust deep, her walls clenched tightly around the head of my cock. The way Dahui's pussy gripped me—it was incredible, and the fact that this beautiful girl was using all her skills just for me was unbelievably hot.
But my mood was still a little off. Honestly, we hadn't fully cleared up the misunderstanding, and I knew Dahui hadn't completely let go of her suspicions.
"Yeah."
At my dry response, Dahui looked slightly disappointed but rocked her hips even harder. Fuuuck—the intense stimulation, combined with it being our first time in days, made me way too sensitive. I was already close. And then it hit me—
"We didn't use a condom. What if I cum inside?"
Thud thud thud thud! The wet slapping of skin filled the room as Dahui rode me with everything she had. Trying to hold back, I flipped us over into missionary.
"Dahui."
"Oppa."
Sex really was the best remedy for a strained relationship. All the resentment, guilt, and unease melted away in the sweet pleasure. Right now, the only things that mattered were the soft sighs of the beautiful girl beneath me, the tight grip of her pussy, and the slippery ecstasy.
Dahui moved her hips slowly, heightening the sensation. She clenched and released around me, making every thrust even more delicious. We muffled our ragged breaths with kisses, tongues tangling. To push myself further, I imagined it wasn't my tongue in her mouth—but na12cl24's.
'If another man's tongue were in Dahui's mouth again...'
My hips jerked at the thought.
'If another guy's cock were inside this sweet, tight pussy right now? If my cock wasn't mine, but his?'
My breathing grew rough. Sensing my excitement, Dahui tangled her tongue with mine even more fiercely. Eyes tightly shut, she desperately worked her pussy and tongue at the same time.
'You filthy slut.'
I cursed her in my head as I looked down at her. The more depraved she became, the hotter it was. Not that I wanted her to fall completely—but I did want to watch her degrade further, corrupted by another man.
And once again, I thought of na12cl24. I shouldn't—but I wanted to hand Dahui over to another bull again. I wanted her taken from me again. I wanted to lead her into utter depravity. Hah...
The moment that thought fully formed, my head grew foggy, and an intense pressure built below.
"I'm—I'm gonna cum."
"Mhm, Oppa."
"Can I cum on your face?"
"Okay."
After a few more thrusts, I quickly pulled out and aimed at her face—but unfortunately, my cum splattered between her stomach and chest instead.
The sheets were soaked with sweat. Da-hee, her hair disheveled, lay pinned beneath my hips, gazing up at me with an enigmatic look. As I remained dazed in the afterglow of climax, she asked:
"Can you go again?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Okay."
I intended to rest briefly, but my recovery took longer than expected. More than anything, my sticky body felt unbearably uncomfortable.
"I'm gonna wash up."
"...Okay."
Leaving behind a slightly disappointed Da-hee, I quickly showered. The moment I returned, I pulled her into a long, deep kiss. The sweetness of her lips—yet even then, my mind wandered back to the fantasy of Da-hee being corrupted by na12cl24 (though I still didn't know his face). Even as she gripped my cock, the thought lingered.
I gently pushed her hand away and instead began rubbing her pussy. A soft moan escaped her lips, and in that moment, I cautiously asked:
"Da-hee."
"Yeah?"
I hesitated but decided to ask anyway.
"Just pure curiosity—I've only ever slept with you, right?"
The moment I tossed out the bait, Da-hee immediately raised her guard. "Don't ask weird stuff." But I pressed on. "No, seriously, I'm just curious. Like, I've even had to prove to others I'm not a virgin. Just be honest. I really wanna know."
Finally, she relented. "What do you wanna know?" she asked, her body twitching slightly under my fingers. I didn't hesitate.
"Does it feel different... depending on the cock?"
She flinched—not out of surprise, but from the stimulation below. After a brief pause, she answered, "Yeah." I was instantly hard again.
"So, are some cocks better than others? Worse?"
Again, she deflected. "Stop asking." But when I begged her to be honest, she admitted:
"Of course there's a difference..."
"Yeah, figures."
"It varies."
All the while, her pussy was dripping wet. I told her:
"Rub my cock with your tits."
She carefully climbed on top of me.
Drenched in sweat, her flushed face filled with anticipation as she groped my body—it was unbearably lewd. Then, she turned the tables.
"Then be honest with me too. Ever wanted to sleep with another girl?"
Of course I had. Hell, I already was sleeping with another woman.
"Honestly? Yeah. Lying would be worse."
"You're such a bastard."
Da-hee wiped away sweat with a towel before pressing her breasts around my cock.
Watching her expression, I blurted out without thinking:
"Da-hee."
"Yeah?"
"Since you came back to me... has he ever reached out?"
She kept rubbing my cock between her tits, feigning nonchalance. "Why do you keep asking stuff like that...?"
"Just curiosity. Really. We've been through everything—can't I ask? I like honesty."
Her thighs tightened around me as she hesitated. Then, finally:
"Not once. Not even a text."
Her tone carried a hint of disappointment. So I pushed further.
"Be honest—completely honest. Did you ever want to fuck Kang Tae-yang again?"
"No."
But I saw her breath hitch. I told her:
"Lie back down."
I settled beside her, fingers tracing her pussy and clitoris without a word—silently willing her to imagine him instead of me. Soon, her breathing grew ragged, her hips twitching. After a moment, she asked:
"Are you mad?"
"No. Why?"
"You're not saying anything."
"Just... thinking something dirty."
When I stayed silent, she suddenly confessed:
"I'm human too. Honestly, sometimes... I do think about it."
The words spilled out.
"Sleeping with you is sweet and loving, but with him... sometimes it felt like I was just a filthy slut. It's about the dynamic, the thrill. And yeah, sometimes that made me wet. But that's all. There's no one else for me now."
She probably thought I was angry, but she told the truth anyway. In response, I let my fully erect cock twitch against her. She giggled.
That laugh—what followed was raw, uninhibited sex.
"It's so good... babe."
She didn't say his name, but we both knew. I imagined my cock was his, thrusting harder. Da-hee imagined it was
his
pounding into her.
"Fucking slut, move more."
"Ahh..."
The insults only turned her on.
"Tell me when you're close—ah!"
Soon, I groaned.
"Gonna cum."
"Okay."
With that, she slammed down one last time—as if deliberately taking it inside. I came on her stomach, but her thighs were already dripping with her own arousal.
Afterward, I showered again. So did she. The sheets, of course, were changed.
While a satisfied Da-hee went to the store for groceries, I opened Twitter.
[Is there any medicine as effective as sex for fixing a relationship? Made up with Da-hee after a huge fight by fucking it out. She apologized first—then demanded sex as part of it. Guess she was starving...]
Three minutes after posting, I realized my mistake.
I used her real name.
I deleted it in a panic—but na12cl24 had already seen it.
My jaw dropped. This bastard knew us. A senior? A college junior? But I didn't remember any rich kids like him. Worse—he knew Tae-yang's full name, but I had no clue who he was. How the hell did he know about us? And what the fuck do I do now?
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