Convincing Ahyun (8)
Having given Boksun noona a proper talking-to, the only one left was Ahyun. I'd made sure to drill it into Boksun noona: absolutely do not tell Ahyun about that day.
What the hell was she thinking, agreeing to such a naughty scheme?
Truth be told, Ahyun's situation was a bit different from Boksun noona's. With her age and life experience, Boksun noona easily accepted that a guy like me couldn't stick to just one woman—it was a reality she understood, like any office worker compromising with the world.
But Ahyun was still a newbie just dipping her toes into society.
She's been dropping hints left and right that she wants to date me.
She's holding back out of consideration for my situation. It wasn't because her feelings for me were shallow. Any ordinary woman dreams of sweet, lovey-dovey dating with her boyfriend. So Ahyun wasn't doing anything wrong. If anything, her mistake was meeting a guy like me.
Sorry, but I can't give Ahyun what she wants.
Meeting like this in this awkward in-between state is one thing, but making it official as boyfriend-girlfriend? That's a whole different ballgame.
Even thinking about how to handle it if it gets exposed later, we can't be officially dating.
In this world, women's possessiveness and obsession toward male idols is beyond imagination. Dating is so hard for them that male idols soak up all their romantic feelings, and in return, idols endure that obsession and attention for financial rewards.
But what if an idol's caught hiding a girlfriend before even debuting?
How to turn fans into haters.
The moment my future fans flip to antis, hell would descend.
Just endure for seven years.
My life plan was to grind hard, rake in enough cash for life, then coast comfortably in retirement. And for that, I needed Ahyun's cooperation.
I've gotta convince her, just like I did with Boksun noona.
It was a necessary step if I was thinking long-term.
It's not just Boksun noona, right?
Jua noona was still under wraps, and I didn't want to limit the women I'd meet in the future. I'd steeled myself for this the moment I started boosting my stamina despite knowing the side effects. My feet were already in this world—no half-assing it and ending up with nothing.
If you're gonna start as a man, see it through to the end, whatever it takes.
For that, I needed to persuade Ahyun. It'd be valuable experience for handling the countless women I'd meet ahead.
The government recommends marrying at least five women, even gives bonuses for up to ten.
I didn't know what they thought, but I figured three out of ten slots were already filled: Jua noona, Boksun noona, and Ahyun. I planned to marry all three. I'd marked them deep as mine—no way I'd let some other jerk snatch them. I'd hug them tight every day so they'd never glance at those scrawny other guys.
My thoughts had wandered off-track somehow, but after getting Boksun noona's buy-in, I immediately set up a meet with Ahyun the next day.
What would I have done without that Doppelganger Doll?
I'd already earned over 100 coins from it. Early on, I'd used it nonstop to meet women daily, but after nearly collapsing in the practice room, I switched to scheduled rendezvous.
But why hasn't Jua noona been in touch? She said it'd just be a week.
That was ages ago, and still no word. On a whim, I tried calling again, but it went straight to voicemail—no connection.
"This is worrying."
Once things with Ahyun were sorted, I'd have to swing by her place. I punched in her door code like muscle memory and stepped inside.
"Ahyun, I'm here."
"Whoa, you came?"
My schedule only freed up at dawn, so grabbing anything fancy at this hour was tough. Convenience store snacks were my go-to, but since we needed to talk openly today, I'd prepped cocktails. Grapefruit ade, blue lemon ade, mild peach-flavored soju, Chamisul, soda, sparkling water—a simple booze-and-mixers combo.
I'd learned the trick from a buddy. Women go crazy for cocktails, he'd said. No drive to moonlight at a cocktail bar for fancy recipes, but I had the basics memorized.
Yeah, up until stepping inside, I planned to loosen things up with drinks.
But the second I crossed the threshold, I dropped the convenience store bag on the floor.
"S-so embarrassing... c-come in quick."
"What the hell is that outfit?"
"Hng... You don't like it?"
"No, it's insane? Hotter than anything I've ever seen."
Insane. Totally insane. I couldn't believe I was getting this kind of treatment.
"Where'd you get that? No, where do they even sell stuff like that? Tell me."
"Hii! Wh-what're you gonna do with it?!"
"Buy it and gift it to you. Then you'll wear it for me, right?"
"Ugh, does it really look good?"
"Can't you tell? I'm losing my mind. Wear it again sometime."
When are women sexiest? Lots of answers, but right now, I'd say when they're in something that sparks the imagination.
I'm gonna go nuts.
Ahyun had clearly planned this—her outfit was insanely revealing. White panties below, and up top, two lace-trimmed strips crossing her chest like an apron, barely covering her nipples but showing off every curve of her breasts.
Gulp.
"No bra."
"Mm."
"Ha... you're so pretty."
While I stared like an idiot, Ahyun twisted her body shyly. I wanted to scoop her up, toss her on the bed, and have a steamy night right then.
"You bring food?"
"Yeah. Drinks, actually. For cocktails... but."
"Mmm~ Cocktails sound good, but how about tasting something else first?"
To her cute temptation, I nodded vigorously.
"Hell yeah."
Irresistible.
That was freaking amazing.
I hadn't expected an event like this from Ahyun. No clue what was going through her head, but damn, I feasted.
We didn't fully undress during sex—I knew I needed coins, but I couldn't hold back, shooting not inside but all over her body, soaking her outfit sticky. Sweaty, cum-glazed pale skin fully exposed in her disheveled state—she looked so hot I wanted to snap pics.
Would she let me if I asked?
"Ahyun."
"Yeah?"
"Can I take photos? Won't show your face if you're worried."
"...You wanna snap me like this?"
"Yeah."
"Why??"
"You're too fucking hot right now."
Perfect fap material for later.
"My stamina's high, y'know. But schedules'll get crazy, harder to meet. For those times."
"U-use... what for?"
She was playing dumb, but her nostrils flared—she knew exactly what I meant.
Still, if she wanted confirmation, who was I to deny?
"Jerking off."
"Kyaa!"
She slapped her hands over her blushing face. Adorable.
Ahyun agreed way too easily. I whipped out my phone and went to town on her lewd poses. Even struck some when I asked. Fap folder's set for life.
No face shots as promised, but every hot detail captured—no regrets. Password-locked the gallery for safety. Couldn't let some punk accidentally see my woman's body.
"You into this stuff?"
"Totally."
"...You're so weird."
"Other guys would lose it too. Probably?"
Nope, her face said. Apparently just me.
"You're the only one, dummy. If you want more pics like this, just tell me."
Just you, huh? Now it clicked—her event today tied to Boksun noona.
Time for the talk I'd put off.
"Cocktails now?"
"Not tired?"
"Practiced hard just for you."
She giggled happily.
"For real?"
"Yeah. But ended up drinking you instead."
"Eek! S-stop with the embarrassing talk. Fine, make 'em. I'll try."
"Hold tight."
I zipped to grab the bag from the entry, whipped up cocktails quick. While I mixed, she showered and came back.
"Ta-da, peach-grapefruit cocktail."
"Ooh! Yum!"
She thumbs-upped after a sip.
Nice.
Mine was soju, soda water, lemon juice, slices, and sugar—a bold skip on missing mint. Homemade mojito done. Looks good, tastes good.
Blue lemon ade, soda, soju, lemon slices—pretty blue cocktail.
"This one's sweet too."
More drink than booze, so it went down easy. But alcohol's alcohol—keep sipping, and you'd get buzzed.
Seeing her tipsy, I sensed the perfect moment for the real talk.
"Ahyun."
"Hm?"
"You... met Rose instructor, right?"
"......"
Her eyes widened.
"Oh, you knew?"
"You knew and didn't say anything? Not mad?"
"...Can I be honest?"
"Of course."
Before she spilled, I pulled her into a tight hug. She melted in without resistance, her voice lighter as she opened up.
"I was shocked at first. Of course I was mad at you. But honestly, more pissed at Rose trainer. Touching innocent you—while she's your trainer! I was so disappointed. Never thought she'd be that shameless."
"Don't worry, she won't touch the others."
Taste upgraded to gourmet—no junk food for her.
"Pfft, you trust Rose trainer?"
"Yeah."
Harsh, but her hostility toward Boksun noona was too strong. Time to make it clear: Boksun noona was my woman, and Lee Ahyun was too.
"But I was hurt too. Never thought you'd make that bet behind my back."
Bringing up their fight—the loser leaves me—Ahyun winced.
"Did it bother you? Sorry. Had to protect you! It was my only way."
"If you'd lost, no more seeing me. That okay? Felt off. Should've at least talked to me first. Or... I didn't expect you to take us so lightly."
"Never took it lightly! Promise."
She clung to my arm in panic. I knew. If she thought it was casual, she'd have slapped me by now.