Episode 12: The Real Beginning
Episode 12) The Real Beginning Begins
At 1 AM, when Da-hee was fast asleep, I finally sent Seong-yeol a DM under the pretext of having a sudden thought.
[Me: I think... I want to proceed with the netorare play.]
I assumed he'd be asleep at this hour, but his reply came instantly—as if he'd been waiting for it.
[na12cl24: You've made the right decision. We can meet soon to discuss methods for seducing Da-hee, specific netorare contracts, goals, etc.]
[Me: Okay.]
Even though we'd spoken casually in person, reverting to formal speech online felt natural—probably due to the distance between us. Seong-yeol picked up on it immediately.
[na12cl24: Seems like you're more comfortable speaking formally to me.]
Given my submissive tendencies in netorare dynamics, formal speech did excite me more than casual banter.
[Me: Yes.]
But Seong-yeol went a step further than I expected. Of course, he already knew my inclinations better than anyone—after all, he'd witnessed firsthand how I'd let Tae-yang cuckold me with Da-hee.
[na12cl24: I prefer casual speech, but... how about this? For the sake of the play, I'll speak casually to you, and you keep using formal speech with me. Obviously, I'll still address you formally in front of Da-hee.]
...My heart started pounding.
[Me: That sounds good.]
[na12cl24: Great. The whole "senior" thing still feels a bit awkward, but we can adjust that when we meet. Anyway, I'll speak casually from now on. Hey, senior—send me some pics of Da-hee.]
Pictures of Da-hee.
[na12cl24: Casual ones are fine, but sexy ones are better.]
I had thousands of photos of her saved across my phone and cloud, but nothing would be as thrilling as something taken in the moment. I opened my silent camera app and snapped a shot of Da-hee, fast asleep beside me.
A tribute for another man.
The moment I sent the photo, Seong-yeol hearted it and immediately followed up.
[na12cl24: Did you just take that while she's sleeping next to you?]
[Me: Yes.]
[na12cl24: Does that slut usually sleep without a bra or shirt on?]
His question sent a strange pang through my chest.
[Me: She used to always wear something to bed, but ever since she got cucked by another man, she says it feels stuffy—so now she sleeps naked.]
After a pause, Seong-yeol left a remark dripping with amusement.
[na12cl24: So she's been trained by another guy, huh? Like a total whore. No, not like—she is a whore.]
[Me: Yes. Yang Da-hee is already a whore.]
[na12cl24: Then there's nothing to feel bad about. Take a close-up of the slut's tits and send it.]
[Me: Okay.]
The humiliation of offering Da-hee's naked body in real-time was thrilling enough, but the added excitement came from obeying the orders of a junior far beneath me—while addressing him formally. I was already fully erect. So much so that pre-cum was already beading at the tip.
[na12cl24: What's her bra size?]
[Me: It fluctuates a bit, but usually 75D.]
Mid-conversation, Da-hee twitched in her sleep, startling me—but thankfully, she just shifted positions without waking. I snapped another photo and sent it.
[na12cl24: Also—what's that in her nose in the pic? A booger?]
Ah...
[Me: Seems like it.]
[na12cl24: Lol, our Da-hee's so cute. Embarrassing pics like this are great. Good job.]
[Me: Thank you.]
After a long silence from him, I sent more casual photos of Da-hee. Glancing at the clock, I realized it was already 2 AM—time to sleep. Just as I thought that, he sent a photo back.
A picture of Da-hee—covered in cum.
Overlaying that image with the real Da-hee beside me, I leaked more pre-cum.
[na12cl24: Look at that pic and go jerk off in the bathroom. Cum in the toilet and send proof.]
[Me: Yes.]
Following his orders, I got up and headed to the bathroom, stroking myself to the image.
Even as my naked girlfriend lay in bed, I was here—jerking off to a humiliating photo of her body drenched in another man's cum. The patheticness of it was disgusting, yet the situation itself was unbearably arousing. I was crossing a line I couldn't come back from. I was sending lewd photos of Da-hee to someone who knew her personally.
I shot my load into the toilet and sent the proof. My semen swirling in the bowl looked pitiful.
[na12cl24: Yeah, that's our future. My superior cum will be splattered all over Da-hee, while your inferior genes get flushed down the toilet. Got it?]
[Me: Yes, I understand.]
Just then, Seong-yeol abruptly shifted his tone.
[na12cl24: How was the play? I went a bit domineering to match your tastes, but I hope I didn't cross any lines.]
Ah... I replied immediately.
[Me: No, it was incredibly exciting. I'd love to keep enjoying it like this.]
[na12cl24: I'm so glad you had fun. I'm thrilled with all the Da-hee pics too. We can discuss specifics when we meet.]
[Me: Understood.]
[na12cl24: You must be tired after cumming—get some rest. I've got to check the coin futures market, so I'll be up late. Have a great Sunday tomorrow.]
[Me: Thank you, junior—no, future Master.]
He seemed to like the title, sending a heart in response. Then he left to attend to his business—but my excitement didn't fade so easily. It had been years since I'd indulged in netorare. I told myself I should sleep, but ended up jerking off three more times in the bathroom.
Waking up in the morning, I did feel a slight clarity crash. Even if I'd been incredibly turned on last night, groveling like that to a junior whose face I'd seen—whose status I knew—was... well. But that shame also fed into the thrill of immorality.
"Oppa, why do you look so tired today?"
On a cloudy Sunday morning, Da-hee woke me up, unusually eager for morning sex. But after last night's marathon, my erection was lackluster at best. After a long session of touching, stroking, and coaxing, I barely managed to get hard enough to enter her—only to go soft again almost immediately.
With a slightly disappointed look, Da-hee asked, "Did you jerk off last night without me?"
I laughed awkwardly. "Yeah."
"What? You should've just woken me up then."
"You were tired."
"It's the weekend, who cares? The weather's so gloomy today—I really wanted to go at it."
Lately, Da-hee's sexual demands had noticeably increased. Was Seong-yeol right? Was her desire really surging? She sat up and said—
"Then, Oppa..."
"Eat me out."
Already heavily aroused, Da-hee wore an obscenely lewd expression—her body fully primed. I regretted it a little. If I'd just jerked off once last night, I'd be in perfect shape right now. Slowly, I moved toward her pussy.
"I'm so turned on right now, Oppa... Seriously, why'd you jerk off last night?"
"Sorry."
As an apology, I slid my middle finger into her pussy—about one knuckle deep. She wasn't just wet—she was dripping. The sheets would need washing later. I pushed my finger in deeper, then brought my tongue to the juices flowing out of her.
"Mmm..."
The moment my tongue touched her labia, Da-hee let out a moan. With my right middle finger buried inside her, I slowly twisted it as I began licking her pussy.
"Ah—"
Even though she hadn't showered, there was no unpleasant smell or taste—just a faint, almost imperceptible scent. If anything, a slight musk would've been even more arousing.
Slurp
"Ah—"
Sluuurp
"Ngh..."
Slllurrrp
"Aah—"
I drank the juices flowing from her pussy. Da-hee let out a cute, nasal whine. She'd once told me she wanted to always be my adorable girlfriend—even at 40, 50, 70, 80. She had a naturally cutesy side, but still.
I continued licking her pussy before suddenly lifting my head to look up at Da-hee. She abruptly asked me:
"Do you like it?"
"I do."
Da-hee let out a stifled laugh before asking again.
"What do you like?"
"You."
With a slightly pouty expression, she pressed further.
"Do you like me? Or do you like my pussy?"
She was deliberately provoking me. I could tell she was already highly aroused. She wanted dirty talk—to both say it and hear it. I slid another finger inside to stimulate her pussy. Da-hee gasped, her pussy twitching. After taking her clit and pussy into my mouth again, I pulled back and answered:
"I like you, and I like your pussy."
Just as Da-hee was about to say something, I launched into another round of netorare dialogue.
"Da-hee, inside your pussy—"
"Mmm..."
She closed her eyes gently. I rubbed her clit with my left hand, wiggled my right fingers inside her, and slowly parted her labia with my tongue before pushing in—softly, yet thoroughly stirring her depths. As if this were a pussy that might one day be taken by another man, never to be tasted again.
Slurp, slurp, slurp—
The continuous flow of her juices eventually made my cock throb. God, I wanted to thrust in and fuck her senseless. I wanted to impregnate Da-hee. Pulling my right hand out of her pussy, I gripped my cock and stroked it—all while my tongue and left hand worked even harder on her clit and pussy.
"Ahh, say more. Dirty talk."
Da-hee finally stroked my head as I continued lapping at her pussy. Then, I finally resumed my earlier words.
"Da-hee, I want you to always be happy. In everyday life, and in bed. I'll give you everything I can—100%. And for what I can't give you, someone else can."
"Mmm..."
Was that agreement or just a moan? I couldn't tell. I slid my fingers back inside her pussy, stirring again.
"And in bed, too. Even though before, we—"
"..."
Her legs tensed—I could feel it. The taboo subject of Kang Tae-yang. But this time, I pushed past that wall.
"It was risky, but it felt so good. The defeat I felt when I smelled another man's cock inside you—you have no idea how much that turned me on."
Even I had to admit, that was perverted. Da-hee squeezed her eyes shut.
"That thick, long cock plowing through this tight pussy—it still feels unbelievable."
"Mmm..."
She just lay there, legs spread, head tilted back, lost in pleasure.
"You came over ten, twenty times a day, didn't you?"
"...Yeah."
Slurp. The moment I brought up Tae-yang, her pussy gushed even more. I savored it like fine tea, and the sound only heightened her arousal.
"We're... so messed up. Ahh... I'm too..."
"Da-hee."
"Yeah?"
"You know. I'm a pervert, and you're..."
She knew what came next, but the words didn't come easily. After hesitating, I finally said it as my fingers worked inside her.
"I'm a slut."
Hearing herself say it seemed to excite her—her pussy clenched tight, trembling. Not quite an orgasm, but close. Her face twisted slightly, overwhelmed by the intensity of pleasure.
"Oppa..."
Watching her expression, I lightly flicked her clit with my tongue.
"Ahh—ngh!"
I could feel her teetering on the edge. Using my right ring finger, I slid a third digit inside.
"It hurts... three is..."
"I'll just use the tips."
"Ah!"
As she shuddered, I whispered:
"Imagine it's a thick cock."
Then, after a pause:
"Kang Tae-yang's head."
With that, I pressed all three fingers inside, forming a triangle shape. The mere suggestion—imagining the cock of the man who had taken and discarded her—made Da-hee's hips buck violently. She was already on the verge of her first orgasm. The guilt must have been intense. I lapped eagerly at her clit. Sweat-drenched, her body finally gave off that faintly musky, intoxicating scent of a woman in heat.
"Ah—ah—AHHHH!"
Her hips convulsed—twitch, twitch, twitch. Instead of pulling a finger out, I curled the remaining two deeper, hooking them inside.
"Hahh—!"
Da-hee gasped, surrendering to the orgasm. A girlfriend who, thanks to her unfortunate choice in men, could only cum from fingers instead of a cock—yet also a woman who, because of me, experienced even greater pleasure. She grabbed my hand and murmured:
"Actually..."
"Yeah?"
"It was thicker."
"What was?"
"His cock."
Thicker than three fingers?
My cock stiffened instantly. Noticing, Da-hee nudged me aside with one leg and spoke.
After studying me with an unreadable expression, she finally asked:
"Oppa... do you want to do netorare again? Or not?"
I hesitated briefly before simply spreading her legs wider.
Just before my tongue touched her pussy, I murmured:
"Your pleasure is my pleasure."
I sealed my lips over her pussy, lapping at her slit—then slid a finger into her ass, loosened somewhat by him.
"AHHH—?!"
She jolted in shock, resisting, but to my surprise, my finger slid in far too easily.
"Don't—not there!"
But I didn't retreat. A little shit on my finger didn't matter. I kept fingering her ass while sucking her pussy. Just as she was about to snap, I pulled back and said:
"Honestly? I want you to do netorare again. But I'd never force you. If you meet a guy you like, sleep with him. Bring him here if you want. Fuck him in front of me, or just tell me and go to his place. Just... don't leave me. Got it?"
Da-hee couldn't bring herself to protest further. When I gently stroked inside her ass, she only moaned, "Nngh..." If her ass was this loose, Tae-yang must have really wrecked her.
After another ten minutes of dual assault, Da-hee carefully pushed my hand away from her ass. Gripping my wrist, she dragged me to the bathroom and scrubbed my hands clean with soap before leading me back to bed.
"Oppa, be honest. Are you contacting Tae-yang again?"
My answer was firm.
"No. Never have, never will. Unless you're into him."
"I hate him."
Then she asked again.
"Or... did you find someone else?"
Damn, she's sharp. Well, it was suspicious. But I couldn't spill unconfirmed details.
"No, nothing like that."
After a pause, she spoke cautiously.
"Then... can I be honest about one thing?"
Honest? Suddenly? What's she about to confess?
< Continued >