Episode 3: Dahee and Me, And...
Episode 3) Da-hee and Me, and...
We burned passionately for the first time in a while. After giving Da-hee an orgasm at night, she climbed on top of me first thing at dawn. And right before getting ready for work, we did it again. All three times, Da-hee experienced intense orgasms.
Heh heh
I felt proud. Da-hee said she was feeling so good that she suggested we go crazy from tonight after work until tomorrow morning.
Honestly, I had been afraid when Da-hee started avoiding sex with me after she returned.
I worried her heart had become "a flame that had already burned out completely."
I feared there might be no way to fix things now.
But thankfully, that wasn't the case.
Rather, Da-hee's pent-up sexual desire had built up so much that once ignited, it burst into roaring flames.
And the fact that I could properly satisfy that burning desire was incredibly exciting and joyful.
"Team Leader Shin, why are you grinning like that all day?"
Choi Ara, the assistant manager, asked with a laugh. Honestly, she's quite young and pretty, but her personality is a bit odd. Fortunately, since she's resigning at the end of this month due to a job change, she's been in full-on Mother Mary mode. The same woman who used to moan about being broke and drowning in debt while mooching coffee every lunchtime surprisingly handed out coffee to everyone this morning.
"Oh, my girlfriend asked me out on a date after work."
Ara looked surprised at my answer.
"Didn't you say you've been dating for a while? You're still that happy when your girlfriend asks you out?"
"Well, we've known each other for almost ten years and have been dating for about six."
Hearing that, Ara's face immediately fell as she muttered, "Ah..." What's with her? Then she asked another question.
"But isn't it hard dating the same person for so long? I found it difficult."
Ah... Of course it would be hard with a personality like hers. But I couldn't exactly say that.
"It's not easy. But since we've been together for so long and gone through tough and happy times together, our bond has grown stronger."
She nodded and said, "Ah~ like a devoted wife kind of thing?"
"Yeah, something like a devoted wife."
But absurdly, Ara suddenly got annoyed and snapped, "I hate men who go on about devoted wives the most," before walking away. With that kind of twisted personality, no wonder she can't maintain a long-term relationship.
On the way home, I met Da-hee midway.
"What are you doing sitting on the street?"
"If I take a picture like this, you look taller."
"I'm not that short to begin with? I'm average height."
I stood up.
"Should we eat dinner before going home?"
"What do you want to eat?"
"I didn't know this before, but there's a famous Chinese restaurant in the back alley where people line up. The line's long, but the place is spacious, so it moves quickly."
"Okay, let's eat there and then go home."
"Oppa, you said the line moves fast. We waited almost an hour."
"Sorry, but we're next now. ...By the way, what happened to your belt?"
"I loosened it and put it in my bag so I could eat until I burst."
...By the time we stuffed ourselves, had coffee, and got home, it was already past 8:30 PM. After showering and tidying up the room, it was 9:30, and more than anything, I wanted to rest. Lying on the bed while rubbing my still-full stomach, I was surprised when Da-hee stripped and climbed onto the bed.
"Shall we?"
Even in her 30s, her figure was flawless. She doesn't make time for regular workouts, but she runs for even 10 minutes during her commute or takes the stairs instead of the elevator—small habits that keep her in great shape. A stark contrast to me, who's been sporting a potbelly for quite some time.
"How do you eat until you burst and still not get a belly?"
"I do have one."
"No way."
I laid Da-hee down.
"Da-hee."
"Yeah?"
For a moment, I debated whether to apologize again or just whisper sweet nothings. I chose the latter.
"From now on, only happy things will fill your life. Forever."
"Pfft."
But Da-hee burst out laughing. Then she said:
"Actually, something happened today that bothered me. That's why I looked upset earlier on my way home."
"What happened?"
Da-hee hesitated before speaking.
"I ran into someone I tutored in college. Remember? Yunjin—you probably know her too. She came to our university festival once."
Who was that again...?
"Sim Yunjin. You kept complimenting how pretty she was, and I got jealous. The girl you won a stuffed animal for."
"Oh! Her! That gi—"
I almost said, "That girl with the fucking huge tits."
"The one who wanted front-row seats when singers came to perform!"
"Ugh, shut up."
Da-hee kicked me. I needed to be quicker on the uptake.
"She was in high school back then! Are you insane?"
"I mean, they were big. I was just stating facts. Ow, that hurt... Anyway, why did seeing her upset you?"
Da-hee scoffed before answering.
"When I asked how she was doing, she said she's married with a kid. Must've married well—she lives in a 700-million-won apartment in Seoul."
Ah...
"Then she asked how I was doing. And if I was still dating you..."
"Yeah?"
"I told her we're preparing for marriage."
Huh?
"I just felt weird. The girl I tutored is married with a kid, while I've known you for nearly ten years and can't even think about marriage. It made me feel... off."
Hmm. I tried to comfort her.
"Well, she got married abnormally early. If she was in high school when you were in college, she's probably only in her mid-to-late twenties now. Who gets married and has kids in their 20s these days? You're still young too. She must've had an accident."
"But even if two or three more years pass, what have we prepared? Can we get married just by saving another 10 or 20 million won? I just felt embarrassed lying to her like that. It's awkward. We even exchanged numbers—what do I say if she asks? It's not like I'm a pathological liar, so why did I even say that?"
Da-hee blamed herself. And as her broke boyfriend, I felt a bit awkward too.
"But I didn't say it to make you feel pressured. I just hate that I wasn't honest and ended up spouting nonsense. Sorry. To you too. I'm sorry."
Da-hee stacked pillows behind her and apologized sincerely. I immediately said it was fine. But I couldn't help feeling a little hollow. Money. Everything always comes down to money.
"I'm sorry."
I shouldn't have spouted that nonsense about "forever happiness" and ruined the mood.
"Oppa, let's just sleep tonight. I'm going to bed."
Even though it wasn't even 10 PM, Da-hee closed her eyes, perhaps feeling guilty for killing the mood. I patted her back lightly and went to the living room to sip coffee alone. Drinking coffee at night doesn't keep me awake.
Feeling inexplicably gloomy, I checked my bank account. About 7.8 million won. Honestly, this was hard-earned too. Last month, I sent my dad 5 million won because his shop was struggling. This 7.8 million might have to go the same way.
'Fuck.'
Restless, I mindlessly watched YouTube in the dark, silent living room.
I know. Da-hee wouldn't want to burden me. She must've been feeling insecure and frustrated.
Objectively speaking, Da-hee is pretty and attractive enough. Her personality is decent, and her family background is average. Her company, an education firm, is the kind men would approve of for marriage, with good childcare benefits.
The problem is me.
"Ugh."
A sigh escaped me. Maybe I should switch to a higher-paying job. But where's the guarantee? Even if I do, how much more could I save before marriageable age? Tch. Without thinking, I logged into my Twitter account—the backup of my old, now-deleted one—for the first time in half a year and posted something pointless.
[ Feeling really down. Everything ultimately comes down to money. Should I just let go? ]
Obviously, I couldn't post this on Instagram, my blog, or KakaoTalk status—where Da-hee follows me. Frustrated, I vented on my long-abandoned Twitter instead. Then I went back to bed. Da-hee wasn't asleep.
"What were you doing out there?"
I lied casually.
"Just watching YouTube. Yoo Hoyeop filmed a new variety show, but it's boring."
"Celebrities need to meet the right PDs to succeed."
Holding hands, we fell asleep.
The next day, despite going to bed early, we both overslept spectacularly. Thankfully, Assistant Manager Choi Ara—currently in Mother Mary mode—didn't care, and Team Leader Seo Yunjeong was on a business trip until tomorrow, so we got off scot-free.
Phew.
After a sigh of relief, I worked hard through the morning. By 11:30 AM, after handling urgent tasks, I texted Da-hee asking if there were any issues due to our tardiness and sent a birthday gift card to my friend Doyeong. As I closed the tabs, something caught my eye on the browser.
'Ah.'
A Twitter DM.
[ From NA12CL24: Hello, nice to meet you. I'm Kang Seong-yeol.]
Before replying, I checked his profile.
'Ah...'
NA12CL24 @na12cl24 · April 30
Bought my second yacht. Good acceleration when catching the wind, but top speed is slightly disappointing. Just 5 knots faster would've been perfect.
NA12CL24 @na12cl24 · May 2
The 489 was too uncomfortable for daily driving, so I impulsively signed for a 912 GT. But the wait time is two years. How am I supposed to wait that long?
NA12CL24 @na12cl24 · May 2
DevilCoin's support level didn't hold, so I cut my losses clean.
NA12CL24 @na12cl24 · May 7
Another STI check today—all clear.
NA12CL24 @na12cl24 · May 17
30-somethings are way hotter than 20-somethings... and if they're married? Even better lol
NA12CL24 @na12cl24 · May 27
Just signed for the AMG GT. My building only allows four cars per household—where the hell am I gonna park the 912 GT when it arrives?
NA12CL24 @na12cl24 · June 1
Yangyang nights ♡
NA12CL24 @na12cl24 · June 4
Cruxium finally exploded—victory for the diamond hands! 60 mil? Wow.
NA12CL24 @na12cl24 · June 7
Another STI check—still clean.
NA12CL24 @na12cl24 · June 8
What's up with the Macau girls lately? Quality's gone way down. Maybe I should just fly to Manila instead?
NA12CL24 @na12cl24 · June 18
Jackpot! HappyCoin up 80 mil—nice.
NA12CL24 @na12cl24 · June 21
First time on the field. Almost got hit with the dreaded baekdol lol so embarrassing
NA12CL24 @na12cl24 · June 26
Yeosu's night sea. Good call bringing the captain. Took turns driving back.
He was obviously a crypto millionaire. He hadn't verified his account balance, but everything about him screamed nouveau riche—yachts, supercars, crypto, golf, Macau gambling. Anything flashy and expensive, he was into it. No doubt he'd seen my old tweets about Tae-yang, the "guest man" I'd orchestrated before, and now thought he could throw some pocket change at me for his own amusement. Still, blocking him outright felt like a waste.
[NA12CL24] Hello, nice to meet you. I'm Seong-yeol Kang.
[Me] Hi, I'm DD211. My current handle is 'Manager Kim Netorare,' but...
[NA12CL24] Oh! You finally checked your DMs! Nice to meet you. Like I said, I'm Seong-yeol Kang.
[Me] Likewise. So... what's this about?
[NA12CL24] Just a long-time fan. Been following you since your original account, before the backup. I'm a full-time crypto trader—current net worth is... let's say, more than 10 average salaries combined? lol The rest is reinvested.
So what do you want from me?
[Me] Okay...?
But he wasn't completely clueless.
[NA12CL24] Let me get to the point. Are you and Haneul going through some financial trouble right now? If so, I might be able to help.
I tensed up. Haneul was the alias I used for Da-hee in my old tweets.
[Me] Help? What kind of help?
I answered curtly. Nine times out of ten, these kinds of offers were scams or just rich guys flexing. He asked for an unused account number—said he wanted to prove he was serious.
[Me] Sorry, but I'm not comfortable sharing that. What if this is a phishing scam?
He laughed. [ㅋㅋㅋㅋ] Then he suggested I give him a crypto wallet address instead. I pulled up an old, empty Bytecoin wallet and sent it over.
[NA12CL24] Just sent you something—no strings attached. Consider it a fan's appreciation. Use it however you like.
I checked the wallet. To my shock, he'd sent me 30 million won worth of Bytecoin. Stunned, I asked:
[Me] Why would you send me this much...?
[NA12CL24] If you scroll through my feed, you'll see I'm just a crypto-savvy rich kid. I'm not even that old—only 27. But I've been following your posts for a long time, and if I can help, why not?
I got straight to the point.
[Me] First, thank you for the money. But if you're expecting to 'guest man' Haneul, I'm done with that. I'm actually trying for a normal relationship, marriage—hence the financial stress. If you're disappointed, I'll send the coins back.
Instead, he seemed even more excited.
[NA12CL24] No, no—like I said, this is just a small token of appreciation. But I do have one tiny request: Could you start posting again? Just diary-style updates about your relationship—photos optional (though preferred). If you agree, I'll sponsor you weekly. Minimum 1 mil, more if I like what I see. Let's say... three months to start?
He's asking me to start tweeting again? And he'll pay me per post?
[Me] What if I don't post anything in a week?
[NA12CL24] Then you still get the minimum 1 mil.
[Me] What if I post something really spicy?
[NA12CL24] Well, for reference, I once dropped 200 mil in a single night on a livestream. (I don't do that anymore.)
[Me] What if I want to quit halfway?
[NA12CL24] Either take the weekly 1 mil for three months without posting, or just tell me you're done.
Not bad terms at all.
[Me] Does it have to be about Haneul?
[NA12CL24] Nope. Daily drama, other women, or even money troubles like yesterday—all fair game.
[Me] Got it. I'll think about it.
His final reply:
[NA12CL24] Really hoping for a yes.
Honestly, this deal was so one-sided in my favor that I'd sound like an idiot refusing. Plus, 30 mil just landed in my lap. My heart was racing—until...
"Huh. Didn't peg you for a Twitter guy, Dong-jae."
Shit. Caught by Assistant Manager Ara. She smirked down at me, that teasing glint in her eyes.
"Most Korean men on Twitter fit into four categories: 1. Sex Twitter, 2. Political nutjobs, 3. Netorare, 4. FinTwit. So which one are you?"
I forced a laugh. "Uh, well—"
"I do Sex Twitter," she said. "Wanna follow each other? You're so different from your usual office self—this is exciting. What, you secretly hooking up with girls behind your girlfriend's back?"
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