Sexmuwiki: My Own Sex Partner Dictionary
I want to have sex.
I want to stick my cock into a girl's ass and hear her moan while I lose my mind in pleasure.
I want to go on normal dates too.
Travel together, watch movies in my one-room apartment, and just enjoy each other's company.
I want to do the abnormal stuff as well.
Like in those erotic novels, I want to treat multiple women like my personal bitches and do every perverted thing imaginable.
But that's never going to happen.
Unlike my friends who are out having fun during vacation, I just go back and forth between my one-room apartment and the gym.
My hobby is holing up in here and making game review videos to upload to YouTube.
“Whew, good. Subtitles are all done. I'll add the sound later after a break.”
Even though no one was listening, I spoke out loud to myself anyway.
It was a habit that came out whenever I realized I hadn't said a single word all day.
‘Maybe I should watch some other videos.’
I moved the mouse, opened YouTube, and scrolled through the thumbnails of game-related videos since that was my main interest.
But the place my eyes actually stopped was—
‘…Kang Iseor.’
A pretty well-known female streamer in the internet broadcasting scene.
I'd meant to watch a game video, but something pulled me in and I clicked on one of her edited live stream clips instead.
—Hey everyone, yoohoo! Nice to see you, it's Kang Iseor!
A woman in comfortable hoodie attire greeted the camera naturally.
Long, straight black hair, clear and defined features, and especially those sharp, slightly fierce yet incredibly attractive eyes were her signature look.
The kind of beauty you rarely saw in real life—more like something that only existed on a screen through internet broadcasts or social media.
But Kang Iseor wasn't the type of female cam streamer who relied on her looks.
—Today, after a long time, let's do some of our Iseordan counseling content.
—He broke up with you because you wouldn't sleep with him? Girl, dump that loser first. Tell him to fuck off.
—Don't get too hung up on guys, everyone. Above all, you yourself are the most important. The person who should love you the most isn't a man—it's you. Oh, and my mom too.
She came across more like a cool, capable older sister than some fox who flirted with men.
She didn't hesitate to drop empathetic yet brutally honest advice or sharp-tongued roasts from a woman's perspective, which was why her audience had way more female viewers than male ones.
—Want to know if your boyfriend's dick is big or small even if you haven't slept with him yet? Usually you at least kiss, right? If his pants don't pitch a sharp tent and instead there's something heavy like a power bank lying in his crotch, it's huge.
It was the kind of raw, explicit advice that felt like eavesdropping on a girls-only conversation.
Well, with a face like that, she'd probably been with plenty of guys.
That was probably why she could say things like not getting too attached to men.
“…”
For some reason, I felt bitter.
Someone might ask why I was feeling bitter about a total stranger, but there was a reason for it.
And that reason was—
Ding-dong. Ding-dong.
“Who is it?”
I hadn't ordered any packages, and it was still afternoon so I hadn't ordered dinner either. Who could it be?
I hurried to the front door and opened it.
“Who are y— uh…”
The visitor was none other than Kang Iseor.
The streamer I'd just been watching on screen.
“Hey. Han Jihoon.”
“Noona… Iseor-noona.”
She was wearing the same hoodie as in the video, so it almost looked like she'd jumped straight out of the monitor.
The difference was that the person in front of me was glaring at me like she wanted to kill me.
Even so, I couldn't tear my eyes away from her.
Her features looked even more unreal in person, and the volume of her chest that not even the hoodie could hide kept drawing my gaze.
“How many times did I press the doorbell? Why are you only coming out now?”
Her voice was as cold as ice, snapping me back to reality.
“Huh? Sorry. I guess I didn't hear it.”
Iseor-noona was one year older than me. In fact, we'd known each other since elementary school.
From those few words, it was obvious we weren't close. To put it simply, she genuinely despised me.
“Ugh, seriously. It stinks in here. Clean up once in a while.”
I kept things pretty neat for a guy living alone, but her brow was deeply furrowed.
“Mom told me to give you this.”
“Side dishes? Thanks.”
“Don't thank me. I only came because Mom made me.”
The reason we'd met in the first place was because our moms were best friends.
Thanks to that, her mother would often send me things like this.
Of course, Iseor-noona clearly didn't like it.
“…What's that sound?”
“What? Oh. I was watching YouTube and forgot to turn it off before I left.”
“Isn't that my voice? Were you watching my video just now? God, that's gross. Turn it off the second I leave and never watch it again. Got it?”
“…”
“I'm going. And even if Mom tells me to come again, I really won't. Cook for yourself or whatever.”
Slam!
…Beep.
The emotionally charged sound of the door slamming shut was followed by the electronic lock clicking, then a heavy silence settled over the one-room apartment.
‘Does it really smell that bad? My friends always said I was too clean. Is the standard really that different between guys and girls?’
No matter how much I thought about it, there was no answer.
The only thing I could do was put the side dishes in the fridge and go back to my computer.
—I really do have an eye for men, okay? You're not even half my age, what would you know about guys? Hey, you, get out.
The noona who'd been glaring at me from the front door was now chatting warmly with her viewers on the monitor.
I left the video playing and opened a new window on my second monitor, heading to Namuwiki.
An internet encyclopedia where anyone could freely write and share information—that was Namuwiki.
It was a site I sometimes visited when I was feeling down or couldn't focus.
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[Kang Iseor]
—Birth: 2001 (22 years old internationally, 24 in Korean age)
—Nationality: Republic of Korea
—Physical: 168cm, Type B
—Occupation: Pajijik Streamer, YouTube Creator
—Education: University student on leave
(Began internet broadcasting in her second year of university while balancing studies. Took a leave of absence after completing her second year and has been focusing on broadcasting ever since.)
—Fandom Name: Iseordan
—Platform Stats
ㆍPajijik Followers: 452,000
ㆍYouTube Subscribers: 327,000
▽ 1. Overview
A Pajijik streamer and YouTube creator from South Korea.
▽ 2. Characteristics
(Omitted)
▽ 3. Content
(Omitted)
▽ 4. Broadcasting History
Please refer to the Kang Iseor/Broadcasting History document for details.
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Countless pieces of information written by various people.
I skimmed through them with unfocused eyes until one line in the Trivia section caught my attention.
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▽ 5. Trivia
(Omitted)
ㆍWhen asked in chat if she had any childhood friends, Kang Iseor replied that she used to be close with a boy from middle school. However, at some point they naturally stopped contacting each other.
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That's what the wiki said, but the truth was that noona had deliberately left out the details. There was one decisive incident that had ruined our relationship.
Back in middle school, I'd stayed over at her house and slept there. When I woke up, I went to the bathroom to wash my face.
But there was a pair of panties sitting on the sink.
Still half-asleep, I picked them up without thinking, intending to move them somewhere else.
At that exact moment, my nose suddenly itched, so I brought the hand holding the panties up to my face to scratch it. As if fate itself was playing a prank, noona walked in right then.
It was the perfect situation for anyone to misunderstand that I was smelling her panties.
‘Ha… that scene still haunts me in my dreams…’
Surprisingly, the house didn't explode into chaos.
Instead, noona had treated me like a bug or like I didn't exist for years afterward.
The one small mercy was that, out of what little compassion she had left, she never told anyone about the incident.
Anyway, that was exactly why her attitude at the door earlier had been so cold.
She didn't even want to associate with me, but she'd been forced to speak to me because of her mom. Of course she'd looked like she'd been chewing on shit.
And yes, I know what you're thinking—were you really trying to smell her panties?
I swear on both my balls, absolutely not.
Then why the hell did you scratch your nose with the hand that was holding the panties, you idiot?
I don't know, fuck. I'm the victim here too.
Maybe my other hand was scratching my dick or something.
…Wait, was that actually what happened?
If so, then from noona's perspective, it probably looked like I was holding her panties in one hand and jerking off with the other.
I don't remember the details clearly since it was so long ago, but please, God, let it not have been that.
That's some next-level false accusation. Seriously.
“Sigh…”
Of course I'd tried multiple times to clear up the misunderstanding.
Every time, noona wouldn't even look at me, let alone talk.
If I'd brought up that incident when she came by earlier, she probably would've cursed me out and stormed off.
Honestly, I did want to reconcile with Iseor-noona.
She was just that attractive of a person.
But after things had stayed like this for so long, I was getting pretty tired of it too.
“Ugh, whatever. I don't know anymore.”
She said she wasn't coming back anyway, so what was the point of worrying about it?
Let's just treat it as a dark part of my past and forget about it.
Noona and I were never supposed to know each other in the first place.
That was what I was thinking as I moved to close her Namuwiki page.
Vrrr!
“Huh?”
I opened my phone at the sudden vibration and felt one eyebrow shoot up without meaning to.
‘Sexmuwiki?’
A notification saying some weird app had finished installing.
And it launched on its own without me even touching it.
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[Sexmuwiki: My Own Sex Partner Dictionary]
—Simple User Guide
① Write whatever information you want in the entry of an attractive member of the opposite sex! The information you input will become reality.
② Spend happy times with the opposite sex! The document will automatically update whenever new facts are created.
③ Fill out the entries diligently! Rewards will be given depending on the situation.
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‘What the hell? Did I get hacked? But what is this nonsense?’
That wasn't all the guide text.
[Notification: Sexmuwiki is an app that only one person in the entire world can use. Han Jihoon, you have been given the opportunity to be its first user.]
[Notification: If you decline, the usage rights will be transferred to someone else. Will you accept the rights?]
A Yes/No selection window appeared right after.
My answer to that was—
“Obviously no. Are you crazy?”
It reeked of a scam designed to hook suckers.
If I pressed Yes, it would probably install a bunch of crap and suck up all my personal information.
It didn't make any sense to begin with.
Write something in a wiki and it becomes reality? Was it supposed to be some kind of hypnosis?
And if I filled out the pages, I'd get some kind of reward?
That'd be fucking amazing then, wouldn't it?
Could I really do all the things I'd been wanting to do with women?
…Should I try it?
A sudden wave of curiosity shook my rational judgment.
No, still, accepting it right away would be dangerous.
First, I searched for “Sexmuwiki” on the internet.
‘…There's absolutely no information about it.’
Was it some new kind of scam, or was it actually a gift from the gods?
As I was pondering, the voice of Iseor-noona from the video that was still playing reached my ears.
‘If this is real… maybe I could reconcile with noona.’
And if I took it one step further, maybe I could even develop a deeper relationship with the girl who'd once been my first love.
The moment that thought crossed my mind, my finger was already moving toward the Yes button on the screen.