Episode 4: Three Worries
Episode 4) Three Dilemmas
When Choi Ara outright admitted to running a sex Twitter account, there was no point in hiding anything anymore.
"I run—well, ran—a netorare Twitter account."
At that, Assistant Manager Choi Ara grinned and muttered to herself, "Why are there so many guys like this around me?" before suggesting, "Shall we talk in the meeting room? We can order lunch." She led me there, having already placed an order on Baedal's Eats with an estimated delivery time of 12:40 PM. Slightly unfortunate timing.
"You're really full of surprises, Manager Shin."
Choi Ara joined the company late last year. According to our team leader, Seo Yunjeong, she had hopped between jobs—a webhard company, a car dealership, an entertainment management firm, and even a law office—with an average tenure of just six months. Surprisingly, though, she had recommendation letters from her former bosses at the dealership and law firm, which made our team leader wonder, What kind of skills does she even have? Half out of curiosity and half out of lack of better candidates, they hired her.
She's definitely skilled.
From my experience working with her, she's undeniably good at her job. She has a knack for cutting to the chase. She might seem careless about everything, but she handles the critical points well and has sharp instincts. Her work requests to me are always clear and concise, so as long as I handle the grunt work properly, she's a solid colleague. Honestly, if she ever climbs to a team leader or executive position, she could really go far. She's still in her mid-20s—much younger than me—yet already an assistant manager. She was originally a high school graduate but earned her degree through KNOU while working.
That said, her workplace social skills are an absolute disaster.
She cuts off the team leader mid-meeting with, "That's not what you said earlier, is it?" She wears crop tops braless to work (though today, since her nipples weren't visible, she must've worn one). She clings to the arm of a 70-year-old client CEO and coos, "Buy us all coffee!" (The old man actually loved that one). Or she outright threatens the CEO with, "You know this isn't how the comprehensive wage system is supposed to work. Should I just form a union?"
In short, she's a real character.
Naturally, our rigid Team Leader Seo Yunjeong despises her. The type who rubs authority-obsessed people the wrong way wherever she goes. I suspect that's why she changes jobs so often—regardless of her competence. She's also the type to say whatever pops into her head.
"So, do you just post sexy pictures of your girlfriend on your account?"
Ara's question. I hesitated, unsure if I should answer honestly, but to my surprise, she pulled out her own Twitter account and showed me.
Huh?
As I gaped, Choi Ara laughed.
"Is this really taken at your desk? Can I zoom in?"
She grinned. "What? No way." Then she laughed again before adding, "Is this also because of our conversation yesterday?"
"Yeah."
She took her phone back and asked,
"Can you tell me more? About the netorare stuff. I'm really curious."
So I laid it all out. How I had a mutual crush with Da-hee in college, but due to timing (my military service) and my own cowardice, I "lost" her to a junior. How that birthed my netorare kink. Years later, when Da-hee finally became my girlfriend, my already-ingrained kink led me to secretly indulge it on Twitter—until I almost lost her for good to a bull I'd introduced. How she came back after six months but avoided intimacy.
And finally, how we recently reconciled, but financial struggles made things suffocating—until I vented about it on my account, and some rich guy offered money. I told her everything.
Then, without missing a beat, Choi Ara said:
"This is fun. Want to partner up?"
True to form, she cut straight to the point.
"Honestly, Manager Shin, you're not my type... but anyway, that mystery sugar daddy said he'd pay if we post hot, steamy content to keep him hooked, right?"
"Yeah."
"Obviously, his real interest is your girlfriend, so he won't drop 100 million won just for my pics. But what if we play up an 'office affair' angle? Post stuff of us together? That's gotta be hot, right? Money-wise, weeks where my pics or vids go up, we split 50-50. Otherwise, it's all yours. What do you think?"
When I stayed silent, she shrugged.
"Fine if you're not into it."
"Wait—"
But she was already counting down.
"Ten."
"Huh?"
"Nine."
"Hold on—"
"Eight."
"Ah—"
"Seven, six, five, four, three, two—"
"I'll do it. Let's do it."
She grinned.
"Think about specifics—what we should do, what I should do. We start uploading tomorrow. Oh, and just so we're clear—no sex. I don't sleep with guys who have girlfriends anymore."
"Anymore"? What do you mean "anymore"?
On my way home, my list of worries had multiplied.
First, money. If things stay like this, Da-hee and I will break up eventually. Neither of us can easily save even 10 million won a year, and we have no savings as it is. Da-hee's already stressed about marriage. If this drags on, she'll end up suggesting we split.
Second, the mystery sugar daddy.What's his real goal? If he's been a fan since my account's early days, he's probably seen the one-minute clip of Da-hee with Tae-yang and the accidental face reveal. That's likely why he's throwing insane money at me—out of all the netorare content out there, he's fixated on Da-hee, who's way prettier than most. But what does he want? Sure, a guy who burns 200 million won overnight on livestreams might just be acting on a whim, but... who knows? For now, it's safer to stick to posting my rants or content with Ara rather than Da-hee's pics.
Third, Choi Ara.She's always beyond imagination. A sex Twitter account? And the way she looked at me—like some "boring, uninteresting guy"—instantly shifted the moment I mentioned my netorare account. Like she'd just found the most entertaining toy. She's resigning in a month. We might keep in touch, but if we're selling an "office affair," we'll need to churn out content fast.
Honestly, if I play my cards right, these three problems could solve each other. If Ara and I work well together and squeeze over 100 million won out of that sugar daddy, maybe I could use it to marry Da-hee. These days, even that might not be enough... Wait, with a 50-50 split, I'd need 200 million. Not easy. And is this even a good idea?
Lost in thought, I walked slower than usual. By the time I got home, Da-hee had already showered and made dinner. After washing up, I sat at the table, and she dropped a bomb.
"Oppa, let's get married."
Huh? Why all the sudden declarations today?
"Marriage? Out of nowhere?"
Ah, maybe that wasn't the right reaction. But Da-hee was dead serious.
"You and I both know we'll never save enough to marry if things stay like this. Not even in ten years. Let's just do it."
I get that, but...
"What about the wedding, a house? A honeymoon in Hawaii alone costs over 10 million won."
She already had answers.
"Dad said he'd give us 30 million for marriage funds. I've saved about 15 million. And since there's a spare room at home, he said we could move in. We can just throw out whatever we don't need—I don't mind tossing all my stuff. Pack only what you really care about... If we live together at my place, we can save up properly. After five or six years, if we save hard, we can hit 100 million, register our marriage, take out a newlywed special loan, and buy a place in the suburbs for 400-500 million. That's the best plan I've got. Oh, and Dad said he'd buy you a car—not top-tier, but decent. What do you think?"
In short: Be a live-in son-in-law for five to six years.
"Hmm."
Realistically, it's the most plausible option. Without some miracle, this is the only way. But living under Da-hee's parents' roof for five years? How stifling would that be? By then, the "newlywed" phase would be long gone. Worse, my dad—who was once a live-in son-in-law himself—would hate this. Every time he drinks, he mutters, "My father-in-law went too far."
But if I reject this outright, Da-hee will be hurt. And I don't have a better alternative.
"Da-hee."
Her eyes sparkled with hope.
"It's a good idea. But..."
"Yeah?"
"Let's wait six months before deciding. Our lease still has seven months left anyway..."
"That's fine. Even if we booked a venue tomorrow, the wedding wouldn't be until early next year. Places are packed these days."
That wasn't my point, but... I couldn't just shoot her down without a better plan.
"Okay. Let's do that."
"Great! I'll call Mom."
Excited, she immediately phoned her mother. I, of course, didn't call mine. My dad would oppose it 100%. Mom, having been on the in-law side, might surprisingly agree—but given how she and Dad started with just 10 million won in a cheap rental, probably not.
That night, we slept together. Maybe because she felt like we'd found an answer to
"our hopeless future,"
Da-hee was more passionate than ever.
"Am I delicious?"
Da-hee would often ask this. Though it was an arousing question, the truth was she'd never uttered those words with her own mouth before being trained by Tae-yang. She must have learned it from him.
"Tell me exactly how you're delicious. Be specific."
Honestly, I'd answered this dozens of times, with slight variations each time. And Da-hee loved hearing it—especially when I thrust into her as I said it. Maybe this was Tae-yang's preference too, who knows?
Instead of answering, I traced my fingers along the folds of her pussy before lowering my head and pressing my lips against her. An old habit.
Back when Da-hee was sleeping with Tae-yang, I'd deliberately gone down on her more often. The way she'd nervously tense up, as if afraid some lingering scent or evidence might betray her, was adorable. Though eventually, she grew bolder. I kissed her wetness, deliberately drinking down the slick arousal coating her folds. Of course, more would soon seep out. Then I moved back up over her.
"First, I love that you're not too wet. Just the right amount."
"Isn't being wetter better?"
"Too much and there's less friction. Makes it less enjoyable."
It's embarrassing, but I've never slept with anyone other than Da-hee. (She used to take pride in that. Though after Tae-yang, bringing it up only made her uncomfortable, so she stopped.) So while I can't make any objective comparisons, at least based on my extensive experience with her—
"A pussy that's just slightly wet like this? That's the best."
"Mmm, go slow..."
The way her slickness coats me, just enough to glide but still with a hint of tight resistance—that's what makes it perfect.
"And I love how you clench around me like this."
"I'm doing it on purpose."
"Yeah, I know. But you do it automatically too, without me saying anything."
Of course, this was also something Tae-yang taught her. He trained her in so many techniques—how to give head, where to touch, how to use her tongue, how to tighten just right to drive a man wild, how to make her pussy grip even tighter, and the actual exercises to achieve it.
"Ah... I can feel you inside me, Oppa."
I could sense it too, though faintly. It was a little disappointing—she'd been so thoroughly customized for Tae-yang. For example, when she clenched around me, she squeezed too far forward, making it feel like I was pushing through empty space rather than gripping the head of my cock. If only I could've fucked her with his size—it would've been mind-blowing.
Normally, I'd take my time here, rocking into her slowly for ten minutes or more until she was fully ready. But ever since a few days ago, things had changed.
Thud!
"Ahh!"
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
"Ngh—ah! Ah! Oppa, ahh!"
It wasn't just about pounding harder. I dragged my cock along her walls, coating myself in her slickness, feeling every ridge before she was completely drenched.
"Ah... Oppa..."
I interlaced my fingers with hers, driving deep before pulling out. Each drag sent her juices splattering out—though even more pooled inside her. One deep thrust, then three or four quick, hard ones. Then deep again. I kept the rhythm unpredictable, shifting the tempo. How long had I been pistoning into her like this?
"Ahh..."
Everything moved in a rapid, relentless rhythm. I could tell—this was how Tae-yang must've fucked her. Da-hee's reactions gave it away. Even as she lost herself, her pussy twitched around me, squeezing in little pulses, trying to please me.
I crushed my lips against hers, tongues tangling as I maintained the pace. Then I felt it—her walls tightening around me, gripping the head of my cock.
Ah.
This feeling—I'd never experienced pleasure like this. I planted my legs and drove deeper, burying myself to the hilt. Da-hee met me just as fiercely, grinding up against me. We moved in perfect sync, slow but desperate, our bodies locked together as we kissed hungrily.
How long had we been lost in each other like this?
"Haaah!"
Da-hee, breathless, tore her mouth from mine, gasping as pleasure coiled tight in her lower body. "Nngh—ahh, Oppa, I'm—" She threw her head back, arching, her body begging for more.
"Ahh!"
I pressed my hips down, grinding against her clit as our connection deepened. For a few seconds, we stayed like that—until Da-hee's body tensed, her teeth gritting as tremors wracked her.
"Ehk!"
Her moans thinned to near-silence, her thighs quivering violently as her pussy clenched around me in erratic, desperate spasms. Squeeze—release—squeeze—release. What kind of pleasure was surging through her right now?
Her half-lidded eyes rolled back slightly before refocusing—then fluttered shut as she yanked me down with surprising strength, her legs locking around me in a vice grip.
"Hahh..."
"Oof—"
This was a new pattern. I felt her pulling me deeper than ever, and as the condom pressed tight, I came hard inside her. Pulse, pulse, pulse— Her pussy milked me relentlessly, almost sucking the condom right off. I pulled out carefully, holding it in place.
The load was substantial. As I peeled off the condom, Da-hee suddenly sat up and took me into her mouth.
...
That abrupt movement—it was too practiced. Definitely something Tae-yang had drilled into her. Even Da-hee hesitated for a split second before pretending nothing was wrong, diligently cleaning me off with her mouth. I flexed, releasing the last drops into her.
"Cleaning blowjob." Such a dirty phrase. My girlfriend, sucking me clean—
"A living urinal."
...Now that I thought about it, the phrasing was a bit much.
Da-hee swallowed, then flopped back onto the bed with a sigh.
"Oppa, you've gotten so good all of a sudden."
Half-joking, half-teasing, she asked, "You haven't been practicing somewhere else, have you?" I chuckled. "You're the only woman I've ever slept with. No one would believe me if I said it anyway." I patted her bare ass.
"Don't increase that number. Stay at one forever," she murmured. Then, hesitantly, she added, "I won't increase mine either..." before burying her face in her arms.
It felt like a heavy weight had finally lifted.
The next day, I went to work—and Assistant Manager Ara's outfit was something else.
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