Episode 11: Self-Justification
Episode 11) Self-Justification
I asked him—na12cl24, no, Kang Seong-yeol—this question:
[Me: You called us "seniors." Do you know me?]
After a brief pause, he replied:
[na12cl24: I'm sorry for only bringing this up now—I was afraid you might block me. Truthfully, you two probably don't remember me. Especially you, senior. There was a grade difference, and I was always quiet. I was a junior back then, but Dahui noona was really famous... I liked her from the start. Then, I stumbled upon your tweets by chance and, little by little, became convinced it was you. After years, I finally get to talk to you like this.]
There was no way out now. Well, I could still deny everything, but he was clearly convinced—if I backed out now, he wouldn't just accept it and move on. And honestly, my cock was already stirring. As I hesitated over how to respond, he continued:
[na12cl24: If you have time, could we meet this weekend? Or even briefly on a weekday? If you decide I'm some creep, you can block me then—I'd completely understand. But if you think I could be useful for your... inclinations, we might create some good memories together.]
When I didn't reply, he added:
[na12cl24: I don't know how much you trust me, but considering the money I've already sent, meeting me wouldn't be a loss. At least financially...]
Right. I was still hesitant, but he had sent a lot of money. Maybe meeting once wouldn't hurt. Leaving him as a lurking threat seemed worse than facing him head-on.
[Me: Alright, let's meet Sunday. How about 2 PM?]
On Sunday, I lied to Dahui, saying I was visiting my parents, and went to meet him. A quiet café near Sinmin Station—especially deserted on the second floor. He said he'd be wearing a black T-shirt...
Ah.
My tension evaporated the moment I saw him. He was even more handsome than I'd imagined. With looks and money like that... honestly, what woman wouldn't fall for him if he pursued her?
"Nice to meet you, senior. I'm Kang Seong-yeol."
"Yeah, I'm Shin Dong-jae."
One funny thing—before meeting him, I thought "Kang Seong-yeol" sounded like an older man's name for his age. But seeing him in person, it fit perfectly. Unbelievable.
"I'm really happy to meet you. Honestly, this feels like meeting a celebrity."
"No, I should be saying that."
"Please, speak comfortably. I'm younger, and I was your junior in school."
"...Sure, I guess."
Slowly, the conversation began.
He had transferred into their university from a provincial school and thought Dahui was a goddess the moment he saw her. But back then, she was dating Min-ho, the class president, so he could only admire her from afar.
"Honestly, after making money from crypto, I got a ton of plastic surgery. Jaw reconstruction, facial contouring... Back in school, I looked way more pathetic. If you saw my old face, Dahui noona wouldn't recognize me now."
"Ah..."
Honestly, with looks like his, neither Dahui nor I would ever forget him. But if he'd gone all-out with surgery, I could kind of understand.
By fourth year, when Dahui finally (?) broke up with Min-ho and he thought he might have a chance, he learned she was dating me—and gave up completely.
"When Dahui noona was with you, she looked genuinely happy. With Min-ho, it always seemed like she was forcing herself to fit his mold. But with you? None of that. I thought, 'Ah, she's really found someone she loves.'"
After graduation, he lucked out with crypto investments and struck it rich.
"Not to brag, but once I had money and good looks, women flocked to me. Random numbers on the street, connections at parties..."
With that face? Obviously.
"At first, it was amazing. Women approaching me? Confessing after minimal attention? It's every average guy's dream. So I went wild—for about two years. But I got bored faster than I expected. I know it sounds spoiled, but it's true."
It did sound ridiculously spoiled, but coming from that face, I believed him.
"Eventually, I started looking for something more thrilling—that's when I got into Twitter and discovered the Netorare scene. Not as a cuck, but as a bull. I already knew how exciting it was to take another man's woman."
A significant number of the women who threw themselves at him already had boyfriends or husbands.
"I knew how thrilling it was to steal someone's girl, but it was even hotter when the husband or boyfriend arranged it. Or when I went as a 'guest' without showing my face first—seeing her expression change when she saw me... And the defeated look on the man's face? That got me going. A weird sense of superiority, too."
He was surprisingly honest.
"Before surgery, I was... well, below average. My self-esteem wasn't great. But after the transformation, seeing those reactions? It filled me with confidence. Then, by pure chance, I found your tweets."
He showered me with praise.
"Your tweets felt real. Even under a pseudonym, the way you slowly unraveled your history with Dahui noona—starting with Min-ho. The jealousy, regret, anger, and how you developed Netorare tendencies. Even the twisted desire to offer her to another man... I became a genuine fan. Seriously. As a bull, it was incredibly arousing."
Yeah, I'd had a decent following back then.
"Then you posted photos. My heart dropped. Something felt familiar. I thought, 'Who is this? No way...' And then it clicked—Dahui noona. Piecing everything together, it matched perfectly."
I guess so. Looking back, even with mosaics and cropping, someone who knew her might've recognized her.
"It might sound silly, but from then on, Dahui noona became my ultimate goal as a bull."
I must've looked taken aback because Seong-yeol panicked slightly, then laughed.
"Ah—don't worry, I'm not trying to ruin your future together. I know what kind of crisis you faced during your last Netorare experience."
Know? That piqued my curiosity.
"How do you know about that?"
"Well... you know how small the Netorare Twitter scene is. Excluding lurker and fake accounts, the 'real' ones barely number 200. After being a guest a few times, Netorare husbands often gossip about other bulls—'This guy sucked, but you're decent.' That's how I heard about your rival—Sky Frog... Kang Tae-yang. You know about his secret account, right?"
Secret account?
"Besides his main, he had a hidden one where he posted stories—and media—about the women he'd taken. I got access through another Sex Twitter girl."
This world was disgustingly small. Those dirty photos he'd sent me must've been posted there too.
"That's how I found out Dahui noona completely fell for him."
Huh.
"Every depraved play imaginable—golden showers, gangbangs, sexual offerings... He even wrote about wanting to get her pregnant and force an abortion. It... didn't sit well with me. I'd liked her once too. So I came up with a plan."
A plan?
"I sent another woman to Tae-yang. An aspiring actress... I paid for her surgery, turned her into a top-tier beauty, and set her on him. That's why he dumped Dahui noona—he got caught up with her."
Ah...
Seeing my expression, he nodded.
"Right. I'm the reason Dahui noona came back to you. Not that I'm fishing for praise."
Should I... thank him? I guess I am grateful, but...
Seong-yeol continued:
"Honestly, I'm no better than him. I've done awful things, never stayed with one woman. But that's exactly why I'd be the perfect bull for you. So I'll be blunt—I want to have Dahui noona."
Hmm.
"I'm not asking for an answer now. Take your time. I'll keep sending weekly payments, but if you make a 'decision,' I'll transfer a large sum immediately. Use it for your wedding fund."
Honestly, if a guy like this set his mind to seducing her—with my help—she'd fall eventually. If I shared her preferences, arranged 'chance' encounters, or even picked fights so he could swoop in...
But beyond the certainty of success, some concerns lingered.
"What if, like with Tae-yang, Dahui completely falls for you and leaves me?"
He smiled.
"At the right moment, I'd tell her I'm non-marriage. That I'd never settle down. Most women, once they realize that, keep their boyfriends as insurance."
Hah. Considering human psychology, that made sense.
"One more question. Is 'enjoying Dahui for a while' really your only goal?"
At that, he shifted in his seat, grinning.
"Honestly, wouldn't you be more disappointed if I said yes? I already know your tastes."
I snorted. After a pause, he added:
"For now... just having Dahui noona in my arms with your permission would be enough. If you want BDSM play, I'm game. And if we agree on more... that's possible too."
Then, he delivered a slight warning.
"Let me be completely honest with you. Senior Da-hee, she's been to hell and back, hasn't she? A woman who's hit rock bottom... Sure, she's happy now, enjoying a loving relationship in her boyfriend's arms, but it's already been six months since she returned. Do you really think she doesn't still crave those filthy games she used to play? Can you guarantee she won't waver if the right opportunity comes along?"
It was the same worry I'd been turning over in my head.
"There's something roleplaying with her boyfriend just can't satisfy. That real sense of immorality only comes from the situation, from the relationship itself."
He wasn't wrong.
"So, if I'm the one fulfilling those urges for her, wouldn't that be a win for everyone?"
I slowly nodded. Based on our conversation so far, if I was going to pursue pleasure by letting Da-hee be taken by someone else, Seong-yeol was undeniably the best choice. If we were really going through with netorase.
For now, the netorase talk ended there. After that, we discussed his coin investment strategy, and—under the pretense of using the alias "Manager Ji-eun"—talked a bit more about Assistant Manager Ara. Some school stories too. I felt a little bad for Ara, but judging by his reaction, Seong-yeol didn't seem particularly interested in her.
Around 5:30 PM, I left him and called Ara on my way home. Told her I'd met na12cl24.
"What did he say?"
I relayed the conversation and mentioned he wasn't as interested in her as expected. She clicked her tongue and muttered, "Ugh, whatever. I'm not into him either," playing it off belatedly.
When I got home, Da-hee was waiting for me in a rather revealing outfit.
"Someone's dressed lightly today."
Da-hee smiled and called out to me.
"Oppa."
"Yeah?"
"I've been feeling a little off lately."
The sudden statement made me uneasy, but I kept my cool.
"Off how?"
She glanced down at the floor for a moment before answering.
"I keep wanting to do it."
I chuckled.
"Then just do it. What's the problem?"
Smiling, I pulled her up and headed straight for the shower, saying, "I'll wash up first." As the water ran, I let my thoughts drift. Like Seong-yeol said—no, like I'd already vaguely suspected for a while now—maybe Da-hee's suppressed desires were slowly resurfacing.
But could I really replace what Kang Tae-yang had given her? His muscular build, his impressive size, the way he drove her to orgasm again and again, pushing her to unimaginable extremes—could I ever measure up?
No.
Maybe Seong-yeol's words were messing with my head. Maybe Da-hee was just feeling a little frisky lately, falling into bed with her loving boyfriend like any happy girlfriend would. I rinsed my hair and headed to bed.
After some perfunctory foreplay, Da-hee started sucking my cock. First, she coated the head with saliva, then took me in her hand, licking from the frenulum down the shaft, over my balls, and even behind them. She worked her tongue so thoroughly that my entire groin was slick before she finally took me into her mouth, slow and deliberate.
Schlurp, schlurp.
She sucked obscenely, deliberately making the filthiest sounds possible. I stroked her hair, amused by the way she looked up at me. Right. If this was all it took, what couldn't I do?
"Starting today, you're my puppy, okay, Da-hee?"
She nodded slowly, her face flushing even redder.
"You're just a bitch, aren't you?"
No retort—just more sucking, up and down.
"My little bitch, Da-hee."
The moment I said that, she suddenly pulled her mouth off me.
"Why do you keep saying weird stuff? I don't wanna do this anymore."
About two hours later, Da-hee was the one who apologized first. She said she'd just wanted something sweet and affectionate today, but my sudden, overly aggressive words had killed the mood. Still, she admitted she'd overreacted and reached out first.
"Don't be embarrassed. I'm the one who went too far. It's fine."
I quickly accepted her apology, but a bitter thought lingered.
If I were Kang Tae-yang, would she have just stopped mid-sex over a few words?
That thought circled in my head until I was nearly asleep.
"There's something roleplaying with her boyfriend just can't satisfy. That real sense of immorality only comes from the situation, from the relationship itself."
Seong-yeol's words echoed too.
Late that night, after Da-hee had fallen asleep, I finally gave in to that bitterness and sent Seong-yeol a DM.
[Me: Let's do it. The netorase play.]
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