Episode 7: Sex Recording
Episode 7) Sex Recording
Assistant Manager Choi Ara called.
"Hello?"
I answered nervously, wondering if something had happened, but she was cool as ever.
"Manager Shin? Just called because I was bored. Are you enjoying my photos?"
Of course, the moment Da-hee left, I had thought, "Should I take a look at those photos?" but...
"I deleted them all in case my girlfriend saw."
"Huh? So the ones posted on Twitter are it? Then why did you take so many?"
"No, I kept them. Might need to use some more later."
Ara fell silent for a moment before speaking again.
"You saved them separately? Wow, Manager Shin, you're dangerous."
"No, no, I just saved them for this job. I'll delete them all later."
But she was unfazed.
"Just kidding. Keep them. Look at them as much as you want. If you leak them, you'll end up in jail paying me a fat settlement anyway. I've already shown my face publicly—that's partly why I'm quitting the company. Some got fired after being exposed, others quit preemptively when they sensed it coming."
Ah... It made me realize again how careful one must be with verification—whether it's Da-hee or Ara.
"But did you really call just because you were bored?"
At my question, Assistant Manager Ara hesitated briefly before answering honestly.
"I've been thinking—for now, playing around like this is fun, but..."
"But?"
"That pushover. Instead of just sending photos blindly and getting played, wouldn't it be better to meet him face-to-face before I quit? Hook me up with him once before I leave. Wouldn't it be nice for me to have a pushover lined up before I switch jobs? If he turns out to be a hopeless degenerate, I can just cut him loose."
Ah, she had a point. From my perspective, too, meeting the guy would be more reassuring than running an account for some anonymous stranger. Though once you meet face-to-face, things tend to escalate quickly... Still, it was a good idea.
"Sure, I'll talk to him. But you know I live with my girlfriend, right? If you call at night, she'll get suspicious."
"Oh, come on. A guy handling work stuff might take risqué photos with a female colleague or take late-night calls sometimes, right? Would your girlfriend really nag you over that?"
If Da-hee heard that, she'd lose it.
"Just make up a work excuse when you call..."
"How is this not work? We're making a million won in a day."
Assistant Manager Ara always had a way of making me laugh incredulously. Just as I was shaking my head in disbelief, I heard the front door beep—beep-beep-beep—as it unlocked. I wanted to hang up quickly, but Ara kept talking.
"Got it. I'll be careful. But Manager Shin, you're way too whipped. So what if you break up? That's just how relationships are, right?"
"I can't do that..."
"Idiot. See you tomorrow."
"Yeah, see you tomorrow."
I hung up. Da-hee, noticing I had been on the phone, asked:
"Who was that?"
"Oh, just someone from work."
"Your face lit up when you were talking—must've been a girl. Right?"
Was that it? Do I really have no immunity to women? Ah! Maybe it was because I laughed at something Ara said earlier.
"No, nothing like that."
"But what kind of work call happens this late with a female colleague?"
Since it was unusual, Da-hee was subtly on guard. She even phrased it weirdly—"female colleague from work." They say people who've cheated (or are cheating) get extra sensitive. Even if it was my fault for setting her up with a bull, in the end, Da-hee still cheated.
"No, it's just—she's quitting soon and was going through stuff at home when she remembered something and called to thank me for being considerate."
"And that had to be at this hour?"
Still a bit on edge after our fight earlier, Da-hee pressed—but sensing that continuing would only escalate things, she dropped it. I asked her instead:
"Weren't you going to the gym? Why'd you come back?"
"Because I thought Oppa might be flirting with some other girl... Just kidding, it started pouring outside."
"Ah."
Then she said:
"I want to."
"Huh?"
"Since I couldn't work out, I'll make up for it this way."
"Uh..."
"Don't want to?"
"No, it's not that... I'm just happy you're being so forward."
"Should I shower?"
"Yeah."
Da-hee went to wash up. Soon, the sound of running water filled the room. Even after over 2,000 days together, sleeping with Da-hee still excites and delights me. Of course, I'm human—petty and flawed. Separate from my Netorare fetish, sometimes during sex, flashes of Da-hee being taken by other men overlap in my mind, leaving me with a strange feeling.
'A hell of my own making.'
But maybe that's why my relationship with Da-hee feels fresh again. We've known each other for ten years—it was bound to get dull, comfortable, predictable. Yet sleeping with her still thrills me like we just started dating. Thanks to Netorare, perhaps. Not that it was the right thing to do. My feelings always swing back and forth like this.
'Speaking of which...'
Sex with Da-hee would make great content for the Twitter account. Who knows when I'll use it, but... phone recording...
By the time Da-hee finished showering, I had opened a recording app and tucked my phone under the bed.
Discovering your lover's "switch" is a joyous thing. Da-hee liked it a bit rough and intense. It's embarrassing—pathetic, even—that I only realized this now. In my defense, Da-hee often told me, "I love it when Oppa holds me tenderly and goes slow."
It's not like I hadn't seen her writhing ecstatically under Tae-yang, her ass bouncing wildly—but I'd assumed it was just his size or technique. I even thought I should be extra gentle afterward to compensate for how violently he'd taken her.
"Ah♡"
After getting hard, putting on a condom, and teasing her a little, I slid halfway in—then pushed deeper, brushing against that spot just beyond the tip. Focusing on those two points—moving slightly faster, slightly rougher—Da-hee reached climax in minutes.
"Nghh!"
Watching her back arch, eyes fluttering in pleasure, I always wondered: How intense must that feel? And how had she endured half a year without it?
'Maybe she didn't.'
Even after orgasming, Da-hee kept grinding against my thigh, murmuring:
"Oppa, I want it from behind today."
"Yeah, let's do that."
Out of selfishness (?), I'd always stuck to missionary. But I knew—she loved doggy most.
"Should we try anal?"
"Nooo! I didn't do an enema, and I'm not doing it!"
"Okay."
Her panicked reaction—immediately thinking of enemas—was oddly hot. She must've done them often for Tae-yang. For their pleasure.
'Sigh.'
Prepping her ass—squeezing in enema fluid herself or letting him do it, expelling filth into the toilet, wiping clean, then spreading for him... Da-hee, who once found it painful but grew to crave it, even telling him, "Lately, taking it from behind feels... ngh... better."
Vibrators for her clit, dildos for her pussy, his cock in her ass—yet with me, she refused anal. Tae-yang's words came back:
[Sky Frog's words: She told me the other day—lately, she likes doggy with her boyfriend. When I asked why, she said imagining his cock while taking mine turns her on. She's really embraced being a depraved slut, huh?]
The memory made me fully hard again. For Da-hee, these might be memories she'd rather forget—
'But does she really want to forget?'
Every time we do doggy, one video always resurfaces in my mind.
Da-hee, biting her tongue, panting like a dog, eagerly rocking her hips to please Tae-yang's cock.
"Clench your asshole. Your pussy should be tight, so why's your ass so loose?"
"Couldn't take it anymore and texted me first? Guess you've fully given up now, huh?"
"Think we can skip condoms soon? Either take pills or get pregnant."
"It's fine if I show our videos to friends, right? Not posting them—too much hassle."
"Tighter! Squeeze like you're doing kegels. Focus on my pleasure, not yours."
...
"Why'd you stop suddenly?"
"Uh, no reason."
Netorare? Of course those thoughts make me hard. But—
Being her boyfriend? Those same thoughts bring dizzying despair, killing my erection. Sometimes.
Hesitating, Da-hee asked, "Should we switch back?"
She knew—my dick often goes soft in doggy. Definitely some kind of trauma. Not always, but...
"No, it's fine."
I steadied my breathing, ready to continue—when Da-hee spoke.
"Then should I tell you a college story to get you excited? One you might... like."
A story I'd like? Usually, it's her tales of Tae-yang during handjobs—but college story? Ah, she must mean Min-ho.
"Tell me."
Da-hee rested her face on the pillow, lying comfortably on her stomach. I pressed my half-hard cock against her slick pussy. The slippery pleasure starting from the tip soon enveloped my entire length. Da-hee's soaked entrance—now effortlessly accommodating me.
"Ah... I'm really wet, right?"
"Yeah."
"Should I tell you the honest version or tone it down?"
"Honest."
"Okay."
Da-hee began honestly.
"I never talked much about college, but honestly? I really liked you, Oppa. Well, I liked Min-ho too, but..."
As she spoke, my cock surged to full hardness. Feeling it, Da-hee twitched slightly before continuing.
"Looking back now, when you enlisted, I felt kinda betrayed."
"Betrayed? Why?"
"I thought we felt the same, but you just left for the military. I thought, 'Ah, to Dong-jae Oppa, I'm just a convenient friend, a meal buddy, a junior.'"
Ah... Why does a ten-year-old memory still sting?
"No, I really liked you."
"I know now. But back then, that's how I felt. I didn't understand men well."
I wanted to ask—Do you understand them now?—but didn't. As she spoke, I slowly—but a bit roughly—thrust inside, rubbing against her walls. Deeper than usual.
"Hup! I thought you'd confess right before enlisting. I even joined 'military boyfriend' forums, asked friends with army boyfriends for advice... Sounds silly, but I was preparing. I heard guys on leave really want it, so I'd have to sleep with you. It was intimidating—I'd never done it. But I was ready to give you my first time."
My hips moved slowly, pleasure building—but my chest ached. I'd accepted it before, but to think Da-hee's first time could've been mine...
"But you left without a word. I'd prepared so much—it felt like heartbreak. Do you know how much I hated you then?"
"Heh, sorry."
I forced a laugh, but inside, I wanted to cry. Fuck.
"I was so down that Min-ho invited me out with other classmates, saying he'd buy drinks. How could I keep refusing? So after turning him down a few times, I finally went. One by one, people left until it was just us two drinking. I must've said all kinds of things drunk."
"Like what?"
"That I felt like a naive high schooler, so you didn't confess before leaving."
"That guys must have needs, but I was too timid."
Ah... If Da-hee really said that, Min-ho had a feast laid out before him. Untouched.
"So you started dating that night?"
"No. The next day."
Next day?
"I blacked out drunk. Woke up the next morning in a motel—Min-ho, already showered, beside me. But I was fully dressed. He just let me sleep."
Surprising.
"Then?"
"I tried to leave, but he said he was enlisting soon too. Unlike you, he didn't 'need sex'—so he asked me out."
Didn't need sex? Min-ho? Da-hee laughed too.
"I was naive then. Said I'd think about it... but since home was far, he told me to shower first. My hair reeked of barbecue and soju from drinking all night, so I did."
"And after showering?"
"Well... he hugged me, started touching me. Said seeing me cry yesterday hurt him."
"Hmph."
"But being held like that—it hit me how heartbroken I was over you, and I started sobbing."
What followed was inevitable. But I suspect Da-hee had already said yes in her heart the moment Min-ho asked her out. What woman wouldn't flutter at a handsome, masculine guy's advances? If she'd truly disliked him, she'd have bolted the second she woke up.
And that's how Da-hee gave her first time to that guy, concluding they were dating. She said she was so embarrassed by the traces of her virgin blood left on the motel sheets.
"Why be embarrassed? From a guy's perspective, that makes a girl feel even more lovable."
"I don't know. I just felt embarrassed back then."
Hmm.
"After actually dating Min-ho, I regretted it a lot. He had all kinds of female friends, senior girls—women everywhere around him. There were just way too many girls around Min-ho. The very next night after we started dating, he went out drinking with other girls."
Ah... A classic player story.
"But you didn't break up right away."
"It felt unfair. If I broke up immediately, it would've meant I gave him my first time just for a one-night stand."
"So what did you do?"
"Min-ho had a clear type—girls who dressed provocatively, strong, assertive older sisters. So I tried really hard to fit his preferences."
It was infamous. A pretty girl dressing provocatively, getting physically intimate with her boyfriend in public.
"But no matter how hard I tried, it didn't matter. Eventually, Min-ho cheated. Well, actually, I knew he'd been cheating all along. But since it was mostly one-night stands, I let it slide. At least he wasn't giving them his heart. Though later, even that wasn't the case."
But after saying all that, Da-hee made a declaration to me.
"But back then, I was young and didn't know any better. If you ever cheat on me, I'll never forgive you."
"I know. Why would I cheat?"
Da-hee arches her back, matching my rhythm. The slick sound of her wet pussy clenching around my cock grows louder, her juices making the slide even smoother. God, Da-hee's pussy feels so good. I push further, deliberately provoking her.
"So it's okay for your ex to have one-night stands, but not me?"
And Da-hee, understanding my kink, plays along.
"Yeah, no. My ex can, but you can't."
Ah... She enunciates each word slowly, punctuating them with sharp thrusts. The lewd squelching sounds grow unmistakable.
"Min-ho can. Tae-yang oppa can. But you can't."
Oh... My heart feels like it's about to burst.
Trembling, I pound into her harder and press further.
"Da-hee, be honest with me."
But she shakes her head.
"Don't ask me that."
The wet friction intensifies. Her juices flow even more freely. She refuses before even hearing my question—but I know she secretly wants me to ask.
"Da-hee, do you still think about Kang Tae-yang sometimes?"
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
No answer. No follow-up. Just the relentless rhythm of our bodies moving together. Then, instead of rocking her hips, Da-hee lowers her waist slightly, raising her ass higher—as if silently begging me to cum inside. Our breathing grows ragged.
'I want to creampie Da-hee too.'
No words. Just the chase for mutual climax.
'Right now, you're probably remembering the moment Tae-yang filled you with his cum.'
The same Da-hee who, for other men, took contraceptives without hesitation, let them creampie her freely, and even the next afternoon still felt a twisted thrill at the semen slowly leaking out—yet refuses to let me do the same.
Then, out of nowhere, she throws me a bone.
"Tae-yang oppa's cock was just too good."
"Ah—fuck... Ah..."
The moment those words leave her lips, I explode inside the condom wrapped around my cock, buried deep in her tightening pussy. The sensation is stronger than usual—so intense it sends shocks down to my asshole as I unload.
"Ahh—"
But it's not enough. I pull out, rip off the condom, and keep stroking myself, replaying her words in my head. Even after already cumming once, I manage to go again—a third orgasm, right away. Honestly, it's a first. I couldn't even do this back in college.
As I grip my cock and jerk it furiously, painting Da-hee's back and ass with my third load, riding the overwhelming pleasure until my nose tingles—Da-hee lies still, face-down, expressionless, silently letting me take my fill.
After wiping her back, ass, and pussy with tissues and cleaning myself up, I ask her:
"Why that face?"
But instead of answering, she shakes her head slightly and gets up, heading to the bathroom. The sound of running water follows—along with faint sobs.
Catching my breath belatedly, I mutter under my breath.
"Why are you crying?"
I pull out my phone from under the bed and stop the recording. Today, I've captured some truly priceless audio.
How much will this be worth once edited and delivered?
< Continued >