Chapter 64
Chapter 64
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 64
Chapter Title: Is That Bitch Really That Bitch? (2)
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In the end, the sex video with So-jin didn't turn out as the bitch-training clip I'd intended—it became a wholesome couple's video instead. And when So-jin barked like a dog, we both cracked up so hard that it veered straight into comedy territory.
Still, her innocently giggling like that was incredibly charming, so it ended up being a pretty good video overall.
After reaching her peak and panting heavily, So-jin peeled one hand away from covering her face and smacked my arm. Her face was so small that the remaining hand was plenty to hide it.
"You're so bad. I told you to stop, didn't I?"
I made sure the camera caught her pretty eyes peeking through her fingers before ending the recording.
"Look at you, hitting your ahjussi now. What kind of bitch does that?"
"Anyone hearing that would think we're dating. Right?"
I set the camera aside, and So-jin dropped her other hand too. Her sweat-drenched face was so beautiful that I got hard again.
"Ahh... Ahjussi, aren't you going to be late for work?"
"You're loving it but playing coy. We could go one more time."
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ After showering, while So-jin dried her hair, I logged into CreampieNet on her computer.
These days, the hottest posts on the CreampieNet boards were two I'd uploaded a few days ago: [So-jin Fuck Tale 1].
And the second most popular one was also mine: [So-jin Fuck Tale 2 (Pics Included)].
📰 Breaking News Title: So-jin Fuck Tale 1 | Author: Chu Ahjussi By the way, I'd changed my nickname from 'LittleDickMan' to 'Chu Ahjussi' after So-jin called the old one too outdated.
Truth be told, the era of parody nicknames like 'SkinCancerMonkey' or '6PMBallsEmpty' had passed long ago.
💬 Comments — BigWankSerena What's with cutting off at the end lol. This ain't that kind of site. — BookishHubby Thought I'd wandered into the tall-tale gallery. — GreenSupreme Oof, now I'm dying to know what happens next. ⭐ Top Comment — BitchSojin Ahjussi, is that you? — DooleyDooley ↳ Reply Holy shit, So-jin's here. — OminDattaRa ↳ Reply Not even 5 comments and already busted as fake. — (OP Reply) What am I supposed to do when I meet Ahjussi? — BitchSojin You freaked out and closed your eyes lololol Ahjussi confirmed lolol — HoneyButterChips ↳ Reply Holy? — BookishHubby ↳ Reply Take back what I said about tall tales. Gimme the rest. — OrcKirbyChoi No pics? So-jin even left verification comments, which sparked a flood of replies and upvotes below.
"Look at BookishHubby flip-flopping. Total Woo Dee-roo move."
I was tempted to write the follow-up right away, but figured holding off until it blew up more would get even better reactions.
So I waited a few days, then dropped [So-jin Fuck Tale 2 (Pics Included)].
You gotta cliffhanger once for the hype—keep it up and people start hating.
In part 2, I spiced up the real events into a full short stroker, and attached a few pics So-jin had sent me.
The skeptics from part 1 lost it over the photos and spammed comments. My inbox as 'Chu Ahjussi' was overflowing with unread DMs.
Most begged for more So-jin pics; some wanted GIFs or vids.
There were even hilarious "threats" like one from a supposed convenience store owner: "I got the CCTV—share So-jin or your dox drops."
"Everyone's a store owner these days."
I closed the inbox and hit the compose button.
Title: So-jin Bitch Training (Degrade Away). I reviewed today's video to ensure no face shots, edited some hot clips into GIFs, and attached a snippet.
At the end: "Full vid to the two who write So-jin's hottest degradation." Boom—this week's top post, courtesy of So-jin.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ While things with Yu-ra and So-jin progressed smoothly, Yeon Du and I were stuck in limbo.
Yeon Du had been bold enough to shove her tits into my hands, but then radio silence for days.
Every time her confession replayed in my head, my chest tightened and sleep evaded me. Here I was, wide awake agonizing alone.
-I like you.
-I'm not giving up. I won't let her take you.
Running into her at the shop felt like sitting on pins. No words, but she was clearly waiting for my answer. I just couldn't give one easily.
"Why confess right after I got my powers?"
I'm tainted now. Pomi's marked my body.
I turned to see Pomi snuggling Yu-ra, sleeping soundly with her belly exposed and snoring. Sigh escaped me automatically.
"Kicking off the blanket again... Sigh, it's not your fault. It's all mine."
I pulled the covers over her, then sank back into thought.
Screw it, date Yeon Du too? Nah, Yu-ra'd kill me...
Yu-ra said fuck other girls fine, just not in her sight. But dating? Debatable.
And even if Yu-ra okays it, how do I explain other girls to Yeon Du?
So-jin as FWB? Headache-free—she thinks I'm married.
But Yeon Du's different. Twenty years of friendship's too big for just bodies. Scared it'll shatter.
Just reject her?
"Ugh, but I think I like her too."
Honestly, no girl fits 'bagel girl' or 'loli big-tits' like Yeon Du.
I'd convinced myself she was off-limits—friend's sis, too young, not for me—to avoid hurt. But knowing her feelings, I had to admit I'd seen her as a woman too.
Told Pomi recently we were just close bro-sis? Retract that. Celebs sneak around in shades, get caught, claim bro-sis next day—then boom, shotgun wedding.
"First confession's got me all fluttery... Handsome guys have it easy."
Yu-ra says she loves me, but ours started navel-to-navel, different vibe.
If Pomi day-off wasn't followed by work hugging Yu-ra, or if I'd first seen Yeon Du's fantasy list with my name? Would things change?
'Pointless what-ifs. No [Status Reveal] back then anyway.'
I tossed over acceptance, rejection phrasing to spare her pain—another sleepless night.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Days later, I steeled myself and called Yeon Du to the break room.
"W-Why, oppa?"
Her mouth said why, but we both knew. I'd prepped my answer for that day.
"Yeon Du, listen up."
".."
Her eyes tensed at my words. She took a deep breath, nodded she was ready.
"Suuuuck... Hooo... Ha, haha. Nervous. Voice shaking?"
"Yep."
"You too?"
We chuckled; tension eased a bit.
"First off, thanks a ton for confessing."
"Yeah.."
"A few days ago, I said I only saw you as a little sis."
"Yeeah.."
"Retract that. Thinking after your confession, I've seen you as a girl for ages."
"Ah! Then—!"
"But..."
The magic word 'but'.
Her spring-bud shy face dimmed. As I gauged her and opened my mouth—
Bang!
The break room door flew open.
"What're you two doing with the door shut?"
We both jolted, whipping heads to see Joo Na-young arms crossed.
"Why so jumpy? Suspicious?"
"Yah, busting in like that—who wouldn't jump?!"
As I scrambled excuses at Na-young, Yeon Du slipped out.
"Oppa, talk later?"
"Huh? Y-Yeon Du! Yeon Du!"
Na-young sidestepped to block Yeon Du, but when I moved to follow, she blocked me too.
"What'd you talk about?"
"Huh? Nothin' much."
"...Really? Hey, I'm here for a massage, right?"
Yeon Du was already gone.
'Not just today. And I've been neglecting Na-young fretting over Yeon Du.'
I finished thinking and spoke.
"C'mere and sit. And how long you gonna 'hey' your oppa?"
"Why? Want me to call you oppa?"
"Nah, not that exactly."
"You'll hear 'oppa' from shop girls all day—what's special?"
"Still better than 'hey.' Half-tempted to ban it. Casual talk's better."
"Oh? Then casual it is."
"What?"
"Hey, Choi Jun-young! Rub my shoulders."
Na-young grinned wide.