Episode 14: The Other Man's Consent
Episode 14) Accepting the Bull
Monday. Busy and exhausted. Above all, it's so hot I feel like I might die. How the hell are people supposed to live when it's this sweltering from 8:30 in the morning?
More importantly, today Assistant Manager Ara finally returned after completing her training and business trip at headquarters. When I greeted her in the morning, she said, "Want to go up to the rooftop for a minute?"
"Today's my last day. I'll say my goodbyes after lunch and leave right after."
Once we reached the rooftop, Assistant Manager Ara dropped the news. Huh?
"Wasn't it supposed to be until the end of this month?"
"That's right. Originally, yes, but... I just moved it up a bit."
Listening to her story, it seemed there had been trouble with Team Leader Seo during the training and business trip. Assistant Manager Ara, who usually gritted her teeth and endured, must have fought back since she was leaving anyway. No wonder she hadn't contacted me once during that period. She must have been in a terrible mood.
"That's a shame."
I felt both flustered and regretful. Despite everything, we'd grown close, and I thought I could rely on her for advice or help with the many things coming up. Just as I was about to suggest grabbing a meal together, she spoke first.
"I thought about having dinner together, but I already have plans tonight. Sorry."
"Ah... It's fine. Just disappointing."
"Let's have lunch."
"Sure, but I'm really going to miss you, Assistant Manager."
When I expressed my regret again, Assistant Manager Ara nodded and then added,
"I saw your Twitter post."
Was she talking about the bull situation?
"Yeah, things progressed faster than expected... My girlfriend is a bit more proactive than I thought."
Assistant Manager Ara chuckled.
"Be careful. What if your girlfriend really hits it off with another guy?"
"Yeah, I know. It almost happened once before..."
At my words, she seemed to think for a moment before saying:
"Always remember this. I'm a woman too, but women are incredibly selfish creatures. It's in our nature to trade up if a better man comes along, so be careful."
Oh? She continued:
"You need to manage your total score well. Looks, personality, money, vision—if you maintain a strong total across all these categories, a woman might spark with another man temporarily, but she won't leave you for him. You get what I'm saying?"
"That makes sense. It helps."
Assistant Manager Ara's advice. Perhaps the most crucial advice for someone engaging in netorare.
"Let's head back down."
We returned to the office together and went through the handover of duties. Since our work boundaries overlapped, it wasn't too difficult. After wrapping up the handover in about an hour, we chatted a bit more in the meeting room before having lunch together and sending her off.
"I'll keep in touch."
When I saw her out of the office and said this, Assistant Manager Ara left me with a final, cool farewell: "Hit me up if you want to sleep together." She stayed true to herself until the very end.
On the way home, riding the subway, I thought back to Assistant Manager Ara's advice. Managing the total score across looks, personality, money, and vision. But doesn't that make Seong-yeol way too dangerous?
He already dominates in looks and money. Personality and vision are still unknowns, but regardless, his total score is overwhelmingly high—so much so that competing seems impossible. The same goes for Tae-yang from before.
'What if...'
Maybe I've chosen an opponent I shouldn't have. But it's too late to back out now. I've already given him a lot of Da-hee's information—even nude photos. The pressure weighed on me.
'Can't quit now.'
Lost in thought, I impulsively messaged him on my way home.
[Me: Do you have time right now? I'd like to talk.]
Right after sending the DM, I thought, Ah, if he takes too long to reply, this could get awkward. But fortunately, he responded within a minute.
[na12cl24: I'm free. Should we meet at the same place as last time? In about an hour?]
Seems like he was just as eager. I texted Da-hee that I'd be home late.
[Me: How about somewhere quieter? It might be a little weird between two guys, but an unmanned motel would be more comfortable for talking.]
[na12cl24: Sounds good. Though a motel feels a bit much—how about a nearby hotel? I'll book it and send you the details.]
[Me: Perfect.]
"Good to see you, sunbaenim."
Facing him just two days after that obscene conversation was undeniably awkward. And now, more than ever, I felt the overwhelming gap in our appearances. Could a woman who's fallen for a man like him ever return to me? That unspoken "wall" made me reflexively switch back to formal speech.
"Good to see you. This might sound weird, but you're really handsome—then and now."
At my words, he smiled sheepishly (?) and replied,
"We haven't talked much yet, but I always enjoy our conversations. What brings you here so suddenly today?"
I laid it out honestly.
"I talked a lot with Da-hee yesterday. As you know, she was pretty thoroughly trained by that netori guy before, and after our talk, to be frank, she admitted she wants to experience that immoral, passionate sex again. If I suggested bringing in a bull, she'd probably pretend to resist but give in."
"Oh."
He let out a light sigh of admiration. I continued.
"But separately..."
"Separately?"
"I'm a little worried."
"Worried?"
It felt like admitting defeat as a man, but I had to say it.
"From what I can see, you're way too attractive. If things escalate between you and Da-hee, I don't think I stand a chance. She's already left me once for another bull—only coming back after he dumped her. Once something like that happens, there's no guarantee it won't happen again. That's what worries me."
Seong-yeol nodded, seeming to understand.
"I get what you're saying. Especially since I've had a long-standing crush on Da-hee sunbaenim, I can see why you'd be concerned."
Then he stood up and said:
"But if this were a few years ago, maybe. Now? You don't need to worry at all. Da-hee sunbaenim is still lovely and beautiful, but she's already been passed around enough by other men—I wouldn't fall so hard for a woman like that to imagine marrying her. And if Da-hee sunbaenim left you for me, I'd be the one disappointed. I promise you—I'll enjoy her and return her."
Cold, harsh words. But a sobering reality. So at the very least, a future where Da-hee and Seong-yeol end up together doesn't exist? That gives me a slight edge in the total score management. Especially if there's a disqualifying flaw.
"But honestly, isn't part of you wanting to experience being stolen from again?"
I gulped. Seong-yeol went on.
"Da-hee sunbaenim is an attractive woman. Even if it weren't me, she'd be tempted by countless men in her lifetime. And she seems like the type who struggles to resist. She might cheat on you secretly a few times. But if she's truly the kind of woman who'd leave you for another man, then she'd leave you for someone eventually. A woman who repeats mistakes once will do it twice, three times, four times. Isn't it better to test that now rather than face the worst after marriage? Besides, there's always a chance she might reject my advances."
A test, huh.
"That makes sense."
I nodded. We exchanged a few more meaningless words after that. The meeting itself was pointless—only his words left an impression.
Da-hee is pretty. She'll be tempted by countless men in her life anyway. So if she'd leave me for him, she'd leave me for someone else eventually.
...It felt a bit like convenient reasoning, but it wasn't entirely wrong.
"It's late."
Lost in thought, I walked home slowly. By the time I arrived, it was almost 10 p.m. Da-hee asked who I'd met. I hesitated but decided to steel myself.
"Da-hee."
"Yeah?"
I swallowed hard. Then lied smoothly.
"I didn't really meet anyone. Just needed to clear my head. Walked around aimlessly for a while."
At my mention of feeling troubled, Da-hee gave me a puzzled but uneasy look.
"What was bothering you?"
Of course, she probably had an idea. I confessed.
"Lately, my libido's been boiling over. But it's not just wanting you—it's wanting to see you in another man's arms."
Da-hee let out a deep sigh. She stayed silent for a long moment before finally replying.
"We talked about this yesterday, right? I feel it too sometimes. But are you seriously bringing it up again?"
The "it" she meant was, of course, netorare—or rather, netorase. And what came out of her mouth next was shocking again.
"What if I really end up liking another guy and leave you? Doesn't that scare you at all?"
I had no answer.
"I got carried away yesterday and said some weird things too, but do you really want this? And who would it even be with?"
Her voice rose slightly in frustration. From her perspective, I must have seemed like I'd lost my mind to lust—or worse, that my desires mattered more than her. I took a steadying breath and spoke.
"Let me say it again—nothing in my life is more precious than you. Even if something terrible happened and we broke up, and I met someone else someday, I swear I could never love them as much as I love you. You're the one I gave my first love to."
Da-hee softened slightly at that. But what followed was still the same.
"But you know this... When I first saw you as a woman, you were already another man's girl. Yeah, that's my fault for lacking courage. But the price I paid was letting another man have you. For years. In my mind, the image of you in another man's arms feels more natural than you in mine. That's why I started netorare—and it nearly led to the worst outcome. But it's also incredibly thrilling. And that's what I keep thinking about now."
My honesty left Da-hee torn between shock and understanding.
"So you want me to sleep with Tae-yang oppa again?"
"No, absolutely not. I just want to see you in another man's arms, lost in ecstasy."
Da-hee squeezed her eyes shut, frustrated, then shook her head. Finally, she nodded.
"Fine. I'll think about it."
With that, I couldn't push further. That night, Da-hee went to bed earlier than me. Maybe she wanted to escape the stress and frustration of reality.
"Oppa."
The next morning, before my 7 a.m. alarm even went off, Da-hee woke me up.
"I thought a lot about it yesterday. Let's do it."
"Do what?"
"Whatever you want."
"Bring in a bull?"
"Yeah!"
A mix of bewilderment and joy crossed my mind.
"Thank you."
And then I was fully erect. Morning wood, but still.
I checked the clock. 6:48 a.m. My alarm was set for 7:05—17 minutes to get ready for work.
"Da-hee, thank you."
"Ugh, but I really don't want to."
Her half-hearted resistance. I pulled off her sleepshirt, then groped her breasts as I tugged down her pajama pants.
"We have to get ready for work."
"There's still time."
I peeled off her panties. The moment she agreed to the bull, I turned into a beast, pinning her down. Da-hee seemed turned on too—her breathing grew rough, her pussy wet.
"Da-hee."
"Yeah?"
"Just imagining another man's cock inside you makes me feel good."
"Freak."
She playfully shoved my chest, but I forced her legs apart and thrust my cock between them.
"I'm not even wet yet."
"You'll get wet once it's in. You like it rough anyway."
Da-hee teased, "Do I?" but as my touches grew rougher, her protests faded into heavy breathing.
"Da-hee, you—"
"Yeah?"
"Just imagining you grinding on another guy gets me so hard."
At that, her gaze shifted slightly.
"Like this?"
My cock, buried in her tight pussy, slowly slicked with her wetness. She clenched around me, rolling her hips slowly.
"Oh, this—"
Then she pulled me close, whispering in my ear.
"Oppa."
"Yeah?"
"Tae-yang oppa."
Gasp.
Calling me by another man's name. I almost came right then—like a pathetic premature ejaculator. Through the tight grip of her pussy, I could feel every subtle movement as she rocked against me.
"Feels good?"
"Yeah, so good."
But Da-hee's roleplay wasn't over yet.
"I like Tae-yang oppa's cock better than Shin Dong-jae's, that pathetic loser."
My cock twitched inside her. If I wasn't careful, I would've cum instantly. And we weren't even using a condom.
"And oppa."
"Yeah?"
Da-hee lightly sucked my earlobe, her tongue teasingly tracing the shell of my ear—the sensation sending shivers down my spine.
"Knock me up. I want to have your baby."
My breathing grew even rougher. I really wanted to cum inside her. A glance at the clock: 6:52 a.m. It felt like much longer had passed, but only minutes had gone by. The warmth of Da-hee's breasts against my chest, the flick of her tongue against my ear—even probing inside.
Hah...
How could this be so intense? Suddenly afraid of cumming too soon, I pulled out. But Da-hee reached down, gripped my cock, and guided it back inside her.
"Dong-jae oppa."
"Yeah?"
"What if..."
What now?
"What if I really fall for another man...?"
"...Yeah?"
"That's your fault. You know that, right?"
"Yeah."
A complete deflection of blame. But it was true. Da-hee was already a slut who'd been trained by another man and nearly left me. And now I was pushing her back into the heavenly hell of netorare.
"You can cum inside. It's a safe day."
"Really?"
"And this'll be the last creampie you give me for a while. Got it?"
"Yeah."
Then Da-hee stroked my ass.
"Prepare yourself mentally, oppa."
"Okay."
"Really prepare."
"Yeah."
She tightened around me, skillfully milking my cock. Did she learn these advanced pussy techniques from Tae-yang? How the hell did he train her like this? But Da-hee wasn't done.
"Actually..."
"Yeah?"
"I really wanted to get pregnant with Tae-yang oppa's baby."
"Ah—"
At those words, I couldn't hold back—I came inside her in thick, pulsing spurts. Da-hee let out a soft sigh. Throb, throb, and another throb. Then a few final weak dribbles.
As the last drops of my cum spilled into her, she said bitterly:
"I mean it."
The post-nut clarity hit me, my gaze turning cold. Seeing this, Da-hee smirked slightly before adding:
"But you're thinking of someone specific, right? There's someone in mind—that's why you're like this."
Sharp as ever. I slowly got up, rolling up some toilet paper to wipe her pussy and prevent my cum from staining the sheets. Then I said:
"There's a guy I found online. Handsome, great body—your type."
Seong-yeol had undergone significant plastic surgery, and enough time had passed that Da-hee would never connect him to his past self.
"I don't trust your taste, oppa."
"Then let's meet him soon."
"Fine."
Finally, full permission was granted. All that's left is to hand Da-hee over to Seong-yeol and enjoy the show.
< To Be Continued >