Unrequited Love Channel (Part 2)
The title alone was enough to hook him.
Tried to Sabotage My Crush's Romance and Ended Up Helping Instead
He'd always figured he was the biggest loser on the planet—a man who couldn't even tell the girl he liked that he loved her. But a title like that dangled the delicious possibility that somewhere out there, an even bigger piece of human garbage might exist.
Mingi clicked into the post as if possessed.
It was about five times more pathetic than anything he'd imagined.
Don't even. What kind of cosmic unluckiness even is this?
This is fake, right?
The comments weren't all that different from what Mingi himself had been thinking. Then again, even just looking at the picture, you could already feel that thick, distinctive venom unique to a genuinely unhinged girl.
That wasn't to say she wasn't pretty. If anything, he understood perfectly well that she was a seriously hot piece of ass. But there was something about the way she stood outside the natural order that jabbed hard at the uncanny valley.
The reason a zombie that doesn't even exist feels unsettling isn't just because its appearance is grotesque. A big part of it is that it violates the natural order. The rule of the world that says the dead can no longer move. When that rule breaks, discomfort is born, and you don't want to get anywhere near it.
The pussy-girl in the picture was exactly like that. A jarring unnaturalness, standing miles away from the natural look of a pussy-girl—the kind that bares as much pussy and tit as possible to stoke a man's arousal. That was what created the sense of wrongness, and what pushed it further into something that felt downright creepy.
Of course, maybe it wouldn't be anything at all once you got used to it...
If Yurim showed up looking like that...
Ah. That was dangerous. Even if she did, a swelling confidence bloomed in his chest that he could love that version of her just as she was.
Maybe that other guy had been into the OP's crush from the very beginning?
Around the time that thought crossed his mind, a new post went up.
"...???"
What the hell is wrong with this guy? Is he an idiot?
He was running his mouth cursing his crush out, and yet in the end he was offering up his liver, his gallbladder, everything she wanted. What kind of guy even was this?
Mingi let out a hollow laugh, too dumbfounded to do anything else—and then it hit him that this guy didn't look all that different from himself.
He resented the girl he loved, deep down, and still couldn't bring himself to cut the relationship off. He was posting about it to a crowd of strangers like he wanted their pity, and yet he wasn't making a single effort to pull himself out of the pain.
If Yurim called me right now, mid-date with her boyfriend, and said her pussy was horny and she needed me to rub her clit... what would I do?
He'd run straight over, of course. Because he'd want to see even a little more of her.
This wasn't something Mingi was in any position to be laughing at.
"……."
Mingi logged out and posted a comment from a throwaway.
It wasn't really directed at the OP. It was closer to something he was saying to himself.
It was nothing more than a meaningless vent. He didn't feel guilty about it. Everyone acted like this on communities like this anyway, didn't they?
Yurim threw open the door to Mingi's house without so much as a knock.
"Today's date was seriously the best!"
Her face glowed as if her very soul had been nourished by a date with the man she loved, and her voice brimmed with energy.
"...Did you have a lot of fun?"
"Obviously! My Oppa is seriously the best, you know? Look at this! The necklace he bought me! Isn't it gorgeous? Oppa's not just handsome—he's so thoughtful, too? Hehe, he said he stretched his budget a little... but that's a problem I can solve by loving him extra, right?"
I could buy you a necklace that would suit you so much better than that.
He swallowed the words back down his throat. He knew perfectly well they'd only put her in an awkward position.
"Mmm~ but I did have a hard time keeping only my pretty side showing for Oppa. When he went mwah and kissed me on the cheek, I thought I was going to lose my mind wanting to greedily suck on his lips!"
"...I guess when you're dating, there are things both pussies and guys have to hold back on."
"Yeah, something like that. So~"
Yurim hung herself around Mingi's neck and sucked on his lips like she was starving. She flicked her tongue out, pulled his into her mouth, and let the drool spill down to stain his shirt, grinding her pussy against his thigh until her juices soaked into his pants.
It was thoroughly, unmistakably pussy-like behavior—the kind of inconsiderate mess she could never inflict on the Oppa she loved. It was something she could only do with Mingi, her comfortable friend.
"Eheheh, this is the best~ After having a blast on a date with Oppa, I've just gotta wreck Mingi with a deep kiss like this, you know? Feels good for you too, right?"
"...Yeah. It does."
Yurim eased her hips back, sank into a crouch, and stripped Mingi's pants down. She breathed a warm puff of air over the cock sleeping inside—fuu~—and woke it up.
"Ufufufu, Mingi's cock is seriously huge~ My Oppa's is so small and cute, and so sensitive that if I just go fuu~ on it like this he cums right away? Do you have any idea how adorable that is?"
She said it with a bright little smile, but the meaning underneath was unmistakable. Mingi's cock was nothing more than a tool for satisfying her lust. The one that was actually adorable was her boyfriend's cute little dick. Which was as good as a warning: don't you dare confess and ruin this arrangement.
"Haaaaahmm~"
Out of habit, Yurim swallowed Mingi's cock whole and spun her tongue around it, sucking every last inch without leaving a spot untouched. It was her personal routine—tasting every bit of the day's accumulated cock-smell before she let him inside her. The trick she enjoyed most was managing the tempo just carefully enough that Mingi couldn't cum too easily.
"Pfft! Eheheh, all shiny with spit~ Seeing it like this, it's really nothing like my Oppa's, you know? Oppa's cock gives me this light little squirt of watery cum. How can two guys be this different?"
She laughed at Mingi's ugly cock until she couldn't take how turned on she was anymore. Bracing herself against the wall, Yurim spread her legs wide into a clean I-shape.
Wedged between her thighs, the dildo Mingi had planted in her that morning was still buried to the hilt. Without using her hands at all—just by clenching down with her pussy—she ejected it, shooting it out of herself!
"Hauuugh... I've gotten used to pulling dildos out without my hands now, too. That's all thanks to you, Mingi. Take good care of me again today, okay?"
She said it like it was only natural that Mingi would let her use him. By any measure of pussy etiquette, it was completely out of line.
We're friends, but shouldn't there still be some manners? I've been thinking this for a while—this isn't right. Let's put a little distance between us.
Yes. Those were the perfect words. There was nothing strange about them at all. A perfectly legitimate reason to put space between himself and Yurim. And once that distance was there, sorting out his feelings would take no time at all.
Come on. Say it. Just say it!
He'd spent the day on that community. He'd seen, with his own eyes, how a loser like him looked from the outside. It was time to stop clinging to a girl who was never going to happen and actually start living his own life.
"...Yeah! Leave it to me. I'll use that filthy pussy of yours until it's wrecked!"
In a deliberately bright voice, he shoved his cock into the pussy that was already starting, a beat too late, to drool his own precum.
"Nnhhooooohhh!! Hngh, pussy feels so goood~ A massive cock that's nothing like Oppa's real dick~ I love Oppa, but for pounding my pussy, this cock is so much betteeer~"
A pussy was an animal that became most honest when a cock was inside it. The mask of pretension she'd been barely holding in place until a moment ago fell away the instant he thrust in. She was making it perfectly clear: the one she truly loved was her boyfriend, and Mingi was nothing more than a tool.
It was humiliating. It was sad. But even so, there was nothing he could do about it. A person's heart didn't work the way you told it to.
Mingi slammed his hips even harder, as if wringing the rage from his body, and screamed inside himself.