Episode 9: The Last Line
Episode 9) The Final Line
"We got some unexpected money—want to grab dinner? A nice meal would be good. And if you want, we can continue what we started earlier..."
Assistant Manager Ara proposed dinner and whatever might come after. A blatant seduction. But the rational part of my mind—and Da-hee—warned me:
Don't do something stupid.
Honestly, I'd already crossed a line by letting her give me a handjob. Having sex wouldn't be strange at this point, but still... I couldn't just recklessly cross this final boundary.
"Let's just stick to dinner for now... okay?"
At my words, Ara smirked and replied, "Sure, then."
I told Da-hee I'd be late because of a company dinner. The fact that she didn't suspect a thing made me feel slightly guilty.
We left work together. It was past six, but still bright outside. The days were long. When I asked, "Where should we eat?" she suggested:
"There's a place I go to often nearby. Want to try it?"
"Sure."
We ordered, and while waiting for my food, Ara spoke up.
"It's been ages since I've been on a date with a guy."
"You said you have a boyfriend—well, partner, right?"
"We eat together. It's just not a date."
At my quiet reply—"This isn't a date either"—she grinned and asked, "Really? Not at all?" Honestly, no matter how much I told myself this was just dinner with a coworker, the fact that we were together as two people with sexual tension made it impossible to deny.
Ah.
And then, in that moment, I understood a little of what Da-hee must have felt when she gave in to Tae-yang and cheated. Yeah, it probably started as just "a simple meal" for her too.
As dinner neared its end, Ara spoke up.
"By the way, no word from that guy yet?"
"Ah, hold on."
I checked—and sure enough, there was a message.
[na12cl24: Impressive. But does this mean you're fully committing to two-timing now? Haneul might be sad if she finds out...]
Yeah, I could tell he was complimenting me while also expressing disappointment. From a netori perspective, if the netorare guy isn't desperate about his own woman, the thrill naturally diminishes.
When I showed Ara the conversation, she chuckled.
"Then try phrasing it like this: I'll seduce both and make both submit."
"Huh?"
From a netori standpoint, stealing both women from one man would be an incredible rush, but personally...
"I don't have any intention of doing that."
Ara took a sip of her drink and said:
"If you don't intend to, why run this account? Why even talk to this guy?"
A fair question. I'd stumbled into this for the money, and the timing lined up perfectly with Ara getting involved, but I wasn't even sure where my own final line was.
"I don't know, honestly."
Ara clicked her tongue. "You're gonna be trouble, Manager Shin." Then she added, "But this guy's targeting your girlfriend, right? He's already throwing money at you—of course he'd expect that. Don't you think?"
She wasn't wrong. But more importantly...
"Assistant Manager, there are too many people here. Lower your voice."
"Then want to talk somewhere quieter?"
But where exactly could we have this kind of netorare conversation?
"Where?"
She smiled faintly again. "A motel, a hotel—anywhere with a room. Relax, I won't touch you. You're not my type." Only then did I hesitantly agree. Under the pretext of "having a serious talk," we headed to a nearby business hotel. With over ten million won in unexpected cash, a night's stay was nothing.
...I might have miscalculated slightly. Watching Ara kick off her shoes, wash her feet, and climb onto the bed while saying, "Just gonna get comfortable," stirred something in me. At least it was still bright outside—past seven, but the sun hadn't set—so the mood wasn't too charged. Still, being alone in a hotel room with a woman was enough to make my heart race. Her perfume didn't help. But she continued our earlier conversation.
"So, Manager Shin, what's your end goal? For me, enough for a car would be nice. A hundred million would be ideal. You?"
For me...
"Money, obviously. Honestly, I've got nothing saved up. My girlfriend and I are starting to think about marriage..."
Ara cut in.
"But you don't want your girlfriend involved with that guy, right?"
"...Yeah."
I corrected myself.
"Like I said before, I have netorare tendencies. Seeing my woman with another man turns me on like crazy. Even now, when I'm with my girlfriend, imagining her with someone else gets me going. But if she actually got hooked on another guy again—like last time, when she broke up with me—she'd probably leave me for good."
Ara asked:
"So you're saying you want to send your girlfriend to another man again, but you're scared of losing her?"
Was that it? It wasn't entirely wrong.
"But does that Twitter guy know you two broke up before?"
"Probably. My old deactivated account's last post mentioned we ended things."
Ara nodded.
"Then tell him honestly: 'I really want to do netorare, but I'm scared we'll break up. So for now, I'm using Assistant Manager Ara—no, what was the fake name? Ji-eun. Using Ji-eun to satisfy that urge. It's trashy, but...' He already said he'd pay just for serious relationship talk, right? He'd probably find that even more interesting."
Ah!
"Assistant Manager Ara, you're a genius. That's exactly how I should reply."
[ Honestly, my netorare tendencies are still strong. But after how badly things ended last time... if it happens again, I think Haneul would really leave me. So this is kind of a substitute. Sounds terrible, I know. ]
I sent the reply. Ara, reading over my shoulder, snorted. "Wow, way to phrase it horribly!" But na12cl24 replied immediately.
Watching me type, Ara muttered, "Ugh, this makes me look like a consolation prize. Terrible wording."
After reading his reply, Ara frowned. "Okay, that kinda hurts my pride. Got any more pics of your girlfriend besides the ones I've seen?" I showed her a few more. "She is pretty," she admitted surprisingly easily.
Then she asked:
"Since we're already at a hotel, want to do some photo work? Pretty sure that guy's low-key hoping for it."
Before I could answer, I showed her his latest message.
The moment she saw it, Ara started undressing. My heart pounded like it might burst. Thud-thud-thud-thud. I'd already seen her naked at the office, but this was a hotel. Could I hold back? As I gulped, she stripped off her top and struck a pose.
"Turn on the camera."
Choi Ara. Honestly, "pretty" didn't even cover it.
Excluding celebrities on screens, in real life, she and Da-hee were easily the most beautiful women I'd ever seen. Considering Da-hee leaned more innocent, a woman like Ara—this stunning—might never fall into my arms again in this lifetime.
So what the hell was I doing?
"I'm ready—why just stare? Take the shot."
As I fumbled with the camera, she added:
"Manager Shin—no, Dong-jae oppa. Honestly, I've held back long enough. Strip and lie down here. I'll keep it a secret. Promise I won't call you a slut. It's awkward for me too, you know, seeing you rock-hard like this."
I exhaled sharply. A devil's temptation—no, an angel's. Here I was, a netorare guy, being seduced by another woman. Was this so-called reverse netorare? As I hesitated, Ara's teasing turned outright provocative.
"Take off your pants and lie down, oppa. I'll do everything your noona hasn't. Okay?"
Honestly, I'd been fully erect for ages, pre-cum leaking to the point of discomfort. I asked:
"Is it because I have a girlfriend that this interests you?"
Ara nodded.
"You've got a girlfriend, you're stubborn—where else would I find a guy these days who's as devoted as you? Total dork vibes. It's attractive. But think about it, oppa. Your girlfriend—Da-hee, right? Even if you introduced her to that guy, she's the one who crossed the line. And despite that, she came back to you because you accepted her—meaning she values emotional connection over physical, right? So you can do the same with me. Give me your body, not your heart. Makes sense, no?"
Ara's logic. It sounded like gender-reversed reasoning, but it was compelling. My hand holding the phone dropped. I slid the phone onto the bed and started unbuttoning my pants. As my belt came off, Ara smirked victoriously. When I stripped fully, she rubbed her thighs together, and at the sight of my cock, she let out a soft moan.
"Oh..."
I swallowed hard and climbed onto the bed. The moment I lay down, she straddled me. Ara was already wet; I was already hard. Mounting me, she aligned us perfectly.
We became one. My cock slid into her slick pussy, gliding over subtle ridges. With each inch, Ara shuddered slightly. When I was fully sheathed, she clenched around me, eyes fluttering shut as if savoring the sensation.
Ah...
It hit me—we weren't using a condom. The thought alone nearly made me cum. Then came Ara's... review?
"Ah, oppa's cock is no joke."
"Why?"
"It's just—ah... never felt like this before. Mmm, tingling."
She rocked her hips experimentally before suddenly gasping, pressing her hands into my stomach as she shuddered.
"I just came a little already, oppa. You're insane. ...Better than him."
She'd almost let slip a name—probably her partner—but the comparison still stroked my ego. My cock was better than someone else's. Confidence surged. Even after cumming, she began moving slowly.
Squelch-squelch-squelch—slap-slap-slap—
Gentle at first, then faster. The scent of her perfume lingered faintly. With each thrust, her hips and inner walls twitched. When I tried to help, she pressed a hand to my chest, insisting on controlling the pace.
"Hoo."
Then she arched up, grinding in figure-eights.
"Ghk—"
This time, I was the one gasping. Just as she'd been lazily circling, she suddenly slammed down and clenched. I almost came right then. Barely holding back, she resumed riding me, now bouncing up and down while keeping me tightly gripped.
"Ah..."
Another soft moan escaped me. Ara took me deep again.
"Ugh..."
That expression on Ara's face. Insanely lewd. And so damn adorable.
If I broke up with Da-hee, maybe I could date Ara...
That wicked thought, mingled with guilt and a sense of immorality toward Da-hee, pushed my arousal to the next level.
"Huuu..."
I exhaled a long, slow breath, holding back my climax. This time, Da-hee moved slowly, grinding her hips down onto my cock like a millstone, taking me deep inside. The sound of her moaning—"Mmm..."—honestly, it hadn't even been five minutes since penetration, and I was already fighting the urge to cum.
Hup.
I clenched my cock, resisting the release while subtly rocking my hips in sync with her movements. Even the faintest shift from me sent electric waves of pleasure surging through Ara, making her entire body tremble with tiny convulsions. She bit her lip, stifling her moans as she came again. Both of us were drowning in the intense pleasure of our union.
[Image: Ara lost in ecstasy]
After a long moment, eyes still shut, Ara savored her second deep, lingering orgasm before suddenly tightening around me again. But this time, it felt different. Earlier, it was like she was squeezing the middle of my shaft—now, it was as if her entire pussy was clamping down on the base, swallowing me whole.
Huu...
I was going to lose it. This was on a completely different level from Da-hee. A fleeting thought crossed my mind—If I looked behind Ara right now, I bet her asshole would be twitching. And the moment that idea took hold, another wave of her contractions pulsed around me.
Ahh—
Her pussy, which had been slowly, deliciously milking me, suddenly clenched from every direction, squeezing me tight like a powerful vise determined to wring me dry. But I was about to explode before that could happen.
"Ah—Ara, I'm gonna—I'm gonna cum—"
"Mmmph!"
Instead of easing up, she tightened even harder. How was she this strong for her size? Ah, if this keeps up... I can't—
Hurk!
I clenched my asshole, holding on for dear life. But Ara, as if determined to drain every last drop, lifted her hips slightly, loosened her grip just for a second—then slammed back down, clamping onto me like a vice.
"Ah—ahh...!"
I couldn't hold back anymore. I erupted inside her, pumping my seed into her depths with reckless abandon. Splurt, splurt— It felt like my cock was making obscene noises as it emptied itself. Just when I thought I was done, Ara loosened and tightened again, forcing out one last thick spurt from deep within.
Meanwhile, my brain was melting in the aftermath of extreme pleasure.
[Image: Ara riding me, her expression blissful]
"You're really good at this, Oppa?"
I hadn't even done anything, but as I scratched my head sheepishly, she smirked and said, "Your cock is so hard. No wonder Da-hee unni's been with you for ten years."
"Nah, sex isn't that important in our relationship," I quickly denied.
But Ara sat up, her expression playful.
[Image: Ara grinning down at me]
"Let's do it again."
And then, post-nut clarity hit me. I'd really crossed the line. The joy on Ara's face, so adorable, paradoxically made me feel even guiltier toward Da-hee.
Ah...
This wasn't supposed to happen. I shouldn't have given in. I'd let Ara seduce me, adding another tally to my betrayal. Of course, if I never told Da-hee, it wouldn't matter—but the discomfort was mine to bear.
Huu... I shouldn't have done this.
Meanwhile, Ara was still twitching her hips, controlling the flow of my cum inside her, squeezing and releasing. When our eyes met, she let out a soft laugh.
[Image: Ara teasingly looking down at me]
"Are you crying, Oppa? Feeling guilty about your girlfriend?"
But my tears only seemed to turn her on even more.
"Ah, Oppa, you're insane—I'm so turned on right now."
She folded her legs like a frog, pressing her arms against my chest as she rocked her hips up and down, sending even more intense stimulation through my cock. I thought it'd take a while to recover after cumming, but her technique—sucking me all the way to the base before sliding back up, then plunging down again just before my tip could escape—was so slick that it quickly brought me back to full hardness.
"Let's film again."
"Okay."
Fumbling, I reached for my phone and pointed the camera at her.
[Image: Ara posing for the camera, her body glistening]
The fact that such a beautiful girl was having sex with me right now was unreal. Tilting the angle slightly, I could see her pussy clearly—already a mess of her juices and my cum, a sloppy mix of white being squeezed out and sucked back in.
I've turned Ara's pussy into a rag soaked in my cum.
A strange sense of conquest washed over me. The realization that I'd creampied her without a condom. Still, I felt the need to apologize.
"Sorry for creampieing you."
"It's fine. I'll just give birth."
What?
When I froze in horror, she burst out laughing. "Kidding! I'm on the pill, so it's fine." Then, mischievously, she lifted herself up before slamming back down onto my cock, using the mess as lube to slide up and down, trying to milk out another load.
[Image: Ara grinding on me, her expression lewd]
"Wanna kiss?"
Still inside her, she leaned forward, pressing her chest against mine. When she asked if I wanted to kiss, the sudden tension made my cock throb even harder. Hesitating, I didn't answer—so she clenched around me twice before speaking again.
"Tell me you love me."
When I still hesitated, she upped the ante. "Call me 'honey.'" But I couldn't bring myself to say it. So instead, she demanded, "Then say, 'Da-hee, I'm sorry.'"
"Da-hee, I'm sorry."
"Say it again."
"Da-hee—ah!—I'm sorry."
The ah! escaped because she squeezed me mid-sentence.
"Do you really feel guilty about Da-hee, Oppa?"
Ara's question. I answered honestly—yes. Then I realized something. Ara wasn't calling Da-hee unni anymore, just her name. That, too, fed into the twisted sense of immorality.
"Then, deep down, while feeling really guilty, say one thing for me: 'Da-hee, you fucking slut.'"
I hesitated at Ara's suggestion. But it wasn't refusal—just hesitation. Sensing that, she pressed further. "Say it while filming me." Her pussy clenched around me, her face already flushed from the effort. Then, still gripping me tightly, she started rocking her hips.
"Mmm..."
After a while, she noticed the camera and smirked.
[Image: Ara's lewd, shameless expression]
That vulgar look. I decided to give in to her demand.
"Yang Da-hee, you fucking cumslut! Dirty bitch!"
And with those words, Ara started moving even more wildly.
"Ah, yes—more!"
"Yang Da-hee, you whore!"
"Uh!"
"Yang Da-hee, you filthy skank! Another man's cumdump! Neighborhood slut! 100-won pussy!"
"Ah, fuck yes!"
Goosebumps rose all over Ara's body. Was she that turned on?
"Da-hee's pussy tastes like shit. Ara's is the best."
Even I felt a jolt down my spine at that. The immorality. Betraying my girlfriend and insulting her to another woman—this filthy, exhilarating guilt.
"More! More fucking insults!"
"Yang Da-hee, you bitch! You deserve to kneel under Ara's Master and take piss and shit!"
"Yeah, good—more!"
Then, just when I thought I'd run out of insults, I said something I shouldn't have.
"Ara, I love you."
"Eek!"
Ara, who had been grinding on top of me, froze as if struck by lightning, her whole body trembling before she finally managed to sit up.
[Image: Ara stunned, her face flushed]
"Oppa, you just made my heart skip!"
"Hah..."
But neither of us could resist the electric thrill of immorality coursing through us. In the end, Ara let me kiss her.
[Image: The two lost in a heated kiss]
I wanted to cum again. Ara suggested changing positions, guiding me into doggystyle.
With Da-hee, doggystyle always made me go soft too fast...
Nervous for a different reason this time, I took her from behind—but fortunately... or unfortunately, my cock was harder than ever.
[Image: The two in doggystyle, Ara's back arched]
...And like that, I came inside her a second time, finishing with a satisfying creampie. Ara looked thoroughly pleased.
[Image: Ara panting, satisfied]
"I wanna switch partners now. Oppa, let's be FWBs."
"Hah..."
The post-nut clarity after the second round hit even harder than the first. But the pleasure and stimulation from being with Ara outweighed it. As messed up as it sounded, the pain I'd felt when Da-hee cheated on me was being washed away—like fighting fire with fire.
I wanted to go home by then, but right before heading to the shower, Ara pounced on me again. "Just one more time." Our third round went from missionary to doggystyle, then cowgirl, before Ara climbed on top again. While setting up for another recording, I finally noticed a text from Da-hee.
"Is your girlfriend coming over now?"
[Image: Da-hee's text on the phone screen]
"Yeah, she said she's on her way."
Ara pouted. "I was gonna make you cum again, but I guess that's not happening." She sounded genuinely disappointed. The third load ended up on her face.
[Image: Ara with cum on her face, licking her lips]
Ara decided to stay the night at the hotel since she'd already checked in. When I asked about my work clothes for tomorrow, she said she had a couple of outfits at the office for photoshoots. Nodding, I left the hotel.
"Be careful going home. Don't let your girlfriend find out."
"Got it. Starting tomorrow, I should call you Assistant Manager Ara again, right?"
Ara—no, Assistant Manager Ara—smirked at that.
"Call me whatever. I'm quitting soon anyway."
...Stepping out of the hotel, I checked the time—already past 10 PM. On the taxi ride home, I sent a few photos to na12cl24.
[Image: A selection of the photos sent]
I wondered if I should switch things up a bit. What he wanted was content of me and Da-hee, not me two-timing with Ara.
Still, today—finally(?)—sleeping with Ara made one thing crystal clear. The sheer intensity of the immorality, the thrill of betraying someone you love. Honestly, Da-hee was human too—I could almost understand why she did it.
Maybe this is the right kind of cheating?
A thought so insane that Da-hee would rip my hair out if she knew.
I got home close to 11.
"Da-hee, sorry I'm late."
"Oppa, your company is really something."
Da-hee rushed to the door to take my bag the moment I arrived.
"Did you drink a lot?"
"A little? Ugh, I'm exhausted. Gonna shower."
"...Okay."
Of course, I'd already showered at the hotel, but just in case, I took another one at home. When I finally climbed into bed, feeling refreshed, Da-hee suddenly spoke up.
"Oppa."
[Image: Da-hee's serious expression]
Something felt off. What now? The moment I wondered, she continued.
"Be honest with me."
My heart dropped.
"About what?"
Her voice trembled slightly.
"When you came in... I could smell a different shampoo. And earlier, when you showered, I noticed your socks were inside out. I know I saw you put them on the right way when you left. They're asymmetrical, and you always put them on wrong, so I always check. ...Oppa, tell me the truth. If you're gonna lie badly, don't bother—just show me your phone right now. If I'm wrong, I'll apologize and never doubt you like this again. So just show me your phone."
...I'm fucked.
< To be continued >