Episode 13: Dahee's Confession
Episode 13) Da-hee's Confession
Having nearly broken up over it before, bringing up my Netorare fetish again with Da-hee felt like crossing a forbidden line. Naturally, she grew suspicious.
"Oppa, be honest. Are you secretly back in touch with that Kang Tae-yang guy?"
I denied it firmly—though my resolve had weakened again.
"No, never. And I don't want to be. ...Unless you're the one drawn to him."
Then she asked, "Or did you find someone else?"—a direct hit—but I brushed it off. I couldn't carelessly mention something that wasn't confirmed yet.
"No, nothing like that."
Da-hee hesitated before speaking again.
"Then... can I be honest about one thing?"
Her question made me tense. I swallowed hard.
"Honestly... I've been wanting to do it again too."
...What spilled from her lips was a simple confession. She wanted to sleep with another man.
"Ah! Not that I want to see him again. Just... the idea of being with someone else while I have you—it was insanely thrilling."
Hearing that, my cock hardened again. Noticing, Da-hee reached out and slowly wrapped her fingers around it.
"Oppa."
"Yeah?"
"Do you really like the idea of me with another man?"
Was she testing me? A sudden unease crept in, but lying now would be pointless.
"Sorry, even if it's a messed-up fetish... yeah. I love it. Too much."
Her hand began moving up and down my shaft as she spoke.
"Why do you like it?"
...In a way, this was our first real conversation about it. Back when we nearly broke up over Netorare, we never talked like this—just exchanged photos, shared stories, and before I knew it, she'd become another man's woman. Maybe this was the chance to finally be honest.
"I'm not entirely sure myself."
"Mhm."
"You're so beautiful and desirable... I think the fear of losing you twisted into something else."
Da-hee nodded slowly. Her eyes flicked up to meet mine before her hand resumed its slow, teasing strokes. God, the combination of her touch and these dirty confessions was driving me wild.
"But what if I do get taken away? It almost happened before."
Her words, spoken like a detached observer, made my heart race as memories of that pain resurfaced.
"It terrifies me. This might sound crazy, but back then... I seriously considered suicide. I felt like I'd ruined everything."
At the word suicide, Da-hee froze briefly before shaking her head.
"You can't die. No matter how much I cheat."
The way she said it—like she was already planning to—made me exhale sharply. Da-hee tightened her grip deliberately, though her strokes remained agonizingly slow.
"Hah..."
At my sigh, she giggled.
"Want me to speed up a little?"
"Yeah."
She increased the pace—just slightly, teasingly. We locked eyes and smiled awkwardly. Then she asked another question.
"So when I was having dirty sex with another guy... were you at home jerking off like this? Pathetically?"
I nodded slowly—then admitted more than she asked.
"Yeah. I'd imagine you with Tae-yang. Ah, they must be having dinner now. They're heading to a motel. Da-hee's probably sucking his cock right now. How many rounds have they done by now? Stuff like that."
The confession seemed to excite her too—she let out a soft breath and sped up her strokes.
"He sent you photos and videos, right?"
"Yeah."
So many. Pictures of you turned into a slut.
"Did you jerk off to them a lot?"
"Yeah. On weekends, sometimes six or seven times a day."
"That's insane. You've never gone that hard with me."
Her tone carried playful resentment, but I just chuckled.
"Sex and masturbation drain energy differently. And Netorare... it's a kind of thrill most people never experience. Hard to resist."
Da-hee licked the bead of pre-cum forming at my tip before asking,
"Do you still have those photos and videos?"
I do. I deleted some, but of course I kept most. Still, I didn't want to say it outright—the thought of reminding her of Tae-yang scared me a little.
"No, I don't. Deleted them all."
"Okay."
She probably didn't believe me. Just didn't press further. Instead, she took my tip into her mouth, sucking lightly—slurp, slurp, slurp—making deliberately lewd noises before pulling back to stroke me again.
"We did a lot of filthy things together."
"Like what?"
I already knew most of it from Tae-yang's messages and videos. But hearing it from her mouth was a whole different level of real.
"Just... regular sex, anal, me sucking him from behind... public exposure, outdoor sex, S&M play. And..."
She hesitated. I could guess why. To keep Tae-yang from leaving, she'd slept with a third man at his request. By now, she'd tried almost every Netorare kink imaginable.
"And?"
She dodged the question.
"Just... everything. That's why I felt too ashamed to come back to you. Honestly, even now, being here feels shameless."
I sighed.
"Da-hee, don't think like that. I suggested it, I set it up, I let it happen."
"No, it is shameless. That's why I avoided sleeping with you for a while after coming back."
Then, a sudden confession burst out of her.
"But lately... I can't hold back anymore."
Hold back what?
"What can't you hold back?"
Da-hee answered plainly.
"My libido."
Then the floodgates opened.
"When I was with him... sometimes he'd call me to his office during overtime. I've worn a small vibrator to work. I know it's insane."
"Not insane. Just what happens when you're drowning in lust."
She shook her head slowly.
"Once, I kept an anal plug in all night, took it out briefly in the morning, then reinserted it before work—spent the whole day with my ass burning. During mask mandates, I held his cum in my mouth until I got to the office, then sent proof."
Even as these shocking confessions hit me, part of me thought, I wish I'd recorded this. Maybe I am beyond saving. Da-hee kept stroking me but closed her eyes briefly before reopening them.
"Disgusting, right? Do you still like me like this?"
A slight tremble in her voice. I answered as honestly as I could.
"I do. So much."
Encouraged, she picked up the pace.
"Tell me when you're close. I'll swallow."
"Okay."
After a few vigorous strokes, she added,
"I always swallowed his cum."
"Yeah."
Truthfully, the shock of her confessions had dulled my arousal slightly. But the sheer rawness of her words still made me gulp.
"His cock was almost twice as thick as yours."
"Yeah."
"When I stroked him like this, he'd say he was getting close."
"Mhm."
"Then I'd say, 'Sorry, Dong-jae Oppa,' and take him into my mouth—making the dirtiest noises on purpose."
Hah... The relentless Netorare confessions kept coming. I thought I was desensitized, but hearing every filthy detail from her lips still dealt damage.
"At first, those kinds of plays and sounds repulsed me. But then... hearing him call me a slut or a whore turned me on. You know I have that side to me, right?"
I do. Her submissive side.
"But at some point, the acts themselves became the thrill. He noticed. So he pushed for even filthier plays—things we'd never done together."
All while speaking, she kept one hand stroking my thigh and the other working my cock. It was maddening.
"What else did you do?"
"Too much to remember. Oh! Um..."
She hesitated over something.
"Just say it. I'll understand. It's in the past."
"Golden... showers. Drinking it too."
I already knew. But hearing her say "golden shower" shocked me more than the act itself. At this point, it was clear—Da-hee wasn't some innocent girl anymore. She was a full-fledged (and damn good) femsub.
Still, I had to ask.
"How did his piss taste?"
Her grip grew slick with sweat. Her fingers felt unbearably sweet.
"Salty. Way saltier than I expected."
Then she grinned.
"Want to try mine, Oppa?"
Honestly? Yes. But I laughed awkwardly instead. Guess I still had my limits. Da-hee continued,
"Wanna know what else he suggested?"
"What?"
"Trying it on drugs."
What the fuck—
"Hard drugs?"
No way.
"Not like that. Some kind of stimulant, I think? I'm not sure."
"Did you take it?"
"Once."
Seeing my expression, she hesitated—but I forced myself to stay calm. It was in the past. Getting angry now would just make her hide things later. I asked evenly,
"How did it feel? I'm curious."
(Truthfully, shocked was more accurate. Not Netorare-related trauma—just sheer disbelief. Like the Da-hee I knew had vanished. Fuck.)
"Are you mad?" she asked cautiously.
I cooled my tone fast.
"Just surprised."
She nodded, resting her chin on my thigh.
"You should be..."
Then she answered.
"At first, it felt like being insanely drunk. The world swayed, my head fogged up, and everything just felt... good. Like, oh, so this is what being high is like."
Her vivid description reignited my arousal. She leaned closer, sucking my half-soft cock back to full hardness for a solid 30 seconds before continuing. I imagined her then—high, lost in pleasure—overlaid onto her now.
"Then warmth spread from my stomach to my chest, then my cheeks, then my head—like strong liquor hitting hard. And then..."
"Yeah?"
"He had music playing—thump, thump, thump—and my pleasure synced to the beat. This sounds weird, but... my whole body became my pussy. Every thrust matched the rhythm. My face burned, my back tingled, and my hips jerked on their own."
Ah— Her raw storytelling sent electric jolts straight to my cock.
"He laid me down and touched me everywhere. My whole body was hypersensitive, but in the best way. The room looked like it was glowing—gold and sunlight everywhere, blinding."
"Wow."
"When he entered me... I cried from how good it felt. A once-in-a-lifetime high."
The bliss on her face as she described it made me sigh internally.
"With every thrust to the music's beat, the pleasure was stronger than any orgasm. My vision whited out, my brain melted—like if someone stabbed me then, I wouldn't feel it. Just pure ecstasy. I'd have died happy."
Jesus.
"My mouth pooled with spit, my tongue moved weirdly—he said I might choke, so he came into a condom, tied it off, and put it in my mouth."
"Holy shit."
"I clenched my teeth, bit down—eventually, the condom tore, and his cum leaked out. I swallowed it bit by bit while he kept fucking me. Pleasure like electric shocks ran from the back of my head down my neck, back, waist, ass, everywhere. Like years of sexual bliss compressed into one day."
Ah, you filthy slut...
"From morning till dawn, just grabbing a quick bite of bread, then spending half the day eating, fucking, popping pills... Then I slowly start feeling the drugs wearing off, and I think I kinda understand why addicts in movies go through withdrawal."
"Why?"
"My body starts feeling cold, and this creeping thought comes—'Ah, it's gonna get boring soon.' It makes me so unbearably sad that tears start falling. Then I passed out, and when I woke up, I was hit with this massive wave of clarity."
"Why clarity?"
Da-hee said it like it was obvious.
"Because we had drug-fueled sex. And all the crazy shit I said while out of my mind came rushing back."
"What did you say?"
She shook her head.
"I can't tell you that."
"Why not? You confessed your netorare kink just fine."
"It's worse than that."
What could be worse than that? Instead of pressing further, I asked,
"So what happened then?"
"Of course, in my head, I was like, 'Now I'm gonna become a full-blown addict, but I don't regret it—it was too good. This must be why everyone gets hooked.'"
Maybe Da-hee is weaker to temptation than I thought. Then again, isn't that how drug-fueled sex works? People dive in knowing damn well it'll ruin their lives.
"And then?"
"Kang Tae-yang stopped me. He said I react way too intensely—like I'd taken some hardcore drug—and it freaked him out. He told me I'm the type who'd get 200% addicted, so he never gave me pills again after that."
"That's a relief."
But Da-hee shook her head again.
"No. That was the first time I ever fought with him. I begged him for more."
Ah.
"You get how low I sank in front of him, right?"
"Yeah."
"And you still really like me?"
Compared to when she asked earlier, there's definitely been a shift. Jealousy, disappointment, anger, emptiness, helplessness... The intensity might be milder, but I can feel those emotions faintly stirring inside me. Even so, I can say it without hesitation.
"I like you."
Da-hee nodded slowly.
"Then I like you too. Honestly, the reason I confessed all this today is because... if you ever decide to dump me, I'd understand. If I ever become too filthy and disgusting for you, it's okay if you leave. I'd get it."
"That won't happen."
Hearing that, she took my cock into her mouth and sucked hard for a while. Then she deep-throated me, swirling her tongue, working me up and down while gently massaging my balls and shaft before stroking my thighs. My breathing grows ragged again.
Sluuuurp—
She pulls my cock out with a lewd sound—the noise of her swallowing the saliva pooled in her mouth—before taking me deep again. If I had a longer dick, the head might've hit the back of her throat, but no matter how deep she goes, mine has its limits. Sensing that, she adjusts, taking me shallowly this time while ruthlessly jerking the shaft with her hand. After all the stroking and sucking, I'm already close.
"Hng..."
Da-hee pulls away and says, "Slowly, cum slowly. Count to twenty in your head and hold it back." Then she takes just the head back into her mouth, bobbing rapidly—several times a second.
"Mmm..."
'20'
'19'
'18'
'17'
Huff—Ah, I wanna cum.
'16'
'15'
Haaah
'14'
'13'
'12'
Huuuuh—Da-hee's tongue dances obscenely around the tip inside her mouth.
'11'
'10'
My asshole twitches uncontrollably.
'9'
'8'
'7'
Ah—
'6'
'5'
'4'
'3'
Ugh—It's rising.
'2'
'1'
"Hahk!"
With a shudder, I finally release, shooting thick ropes of cum deep into Da-hee's mouth—all that pent-up seed erupting at once.
"Gulp! Ughu—"
As my orgasm hits, she shakes my cock even harder, gulping down every drop. Seeing this innocent face doing something so filthy floods me with euphoria. She keeps sucking, slluuurp—sllorp—, milking me dry while I clench my ass, spurting every last drop into her mouth.
Then, wiping her lips like she just drank milk, she says,
"Ugh, my mouth feels sticky. I'm gonna rinse out and shower. Then let's eat."
"Okay."
She seems a little lighter now. Maybe that nagging weight in her chest has eased, or maybe confessing her hidden desires lifted something off her.
"Huu..."
While Da-hee showers, I sink into a wave of clarity—no, more like a crushing clarity—along with flickers of unease (Will this really be okay?), slight disappointment (Not much room for 'development' now), and exhaustion. My mind drifts to how I should handle Seong-yeol's upcoming contract.
Then, as if writing a diary entry, I fire off a tweet:
[Had a serious talk with Haneul about netorare. Heard her confessions. Turns out she's way more open—and developed—than I thought. She even told me today that I could invite a 'guest man' if I wanted. Maybe instead of 'slow and careful,' I should be thinking 'fast and urgent.']
The sound of Da-hee's shower runs in the background. Since I'm already on Twitter, I check Assistant Manager Choi Ara's account.
What, this again?
Is she posting this for me to see? If she saw Seong-yeol's face in real life, she'd know better. I snort and close the tab.
Either way, I'm left with a mix of relief, faint excitement, vague unease, and unavoidable disappointment.
What's the point of reclaiming a woman who's already been passed around by other men? And no matter how pretty she is, could I really spend my whole life with Da-hee? Could I ever truly satisfy her? If we ever grow distant, would she leave me again?
The deeper, more fundamental emotions—the kind that hit after NTR—come rushing back.
I don't know. I really don't.
< Continued >