21. A Body That Can't Be Satisfied With Her Boyfriend At All♥

"Haa... haa... Did that feel good?"

"......"

Lee Jeong-su asks with a smug look on his face, but Yoon Mi-na just pulls the blanket over herself. She silently turns her head away.

Two lovers tangled together on a model-like bed, sharing their second round of lovemaking since they started dating—but her reaction is utterly lukewarm. It should still be hot and steamy, yet it already feels like the ashes of a seventh-year marriage.

"Hah."

If he had to sum up his ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bedroom satisfaction in words, that snort would say it all. It wasn't disastrously bad, but it fell way short of expectations. He just shook his hips like some rutting monkey chasing his own pleasure. No foreplay beforehand, no moans from her—just sex she couldn't enjoy.

Still, since they're newly dating, she doesn't want to turn her back on him completely, so she rolls over to face him again.

"Hey, anyway, do you have time tomorrow..."

"Kyaa... Ku... Krum! Ku..."

"......"

She turns back, and there he is, passed out cold. She can even hear him smacking his lips. Exhausted from the shopping date she dragged him on and hitting his post-nut clarity all at once, drool's leaking from his mouth. The pathetic sight kills any lingering affection.

Irritated by this worthless male specimen, she yanks the blanket roughly and claims it all for herself.

"Sigh... How ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠did goddess Yoon Mi-na fall this far."

The lip service and date were tolerable, but showing such a glaring flaw at the end makes comparisons inevitable.

And the comparison? Naturally, Chae Seon-woo.

She'd hooked up with him under blackmail before, but she can't help thinking of him constantly. He holds the record for the highest satisfaction of her first time, outshining every other guy. She'd shaken her head for days denying it, but Yoon Mi-na, weak-willed as she is, quickly surrendered to acceptance.

Her body didn't even feel like her own anymore—like she was sucked into his intense rhythm. She loved how he'd made her buck her hips sluttily from day one.

"Haa... Ungh."

The mere thought makes her unable to hold back. With her boyfriend lying right there, she starts masturbating. Thinking of Chae Seon-woo, she slips in three fingers, replaying their sex in her mind.

The more she repeats this pathetic act, the more he pops into her head—but she can't stop. She's a loose slut for it, but her desires have piled up after just a few days. He's not even her lover, yet she misses him.

'But there's no excuse to meet up...'

She has his number. But in terms of their relationship, he's the blackmailer—her boyfriend's friend. With the two of them at odds, finding a reason to meet even secretly is a Herculean task.

She bites her long nails with her free hand, racking her brain for a way. And after squeezing out idea after idea, she hits on one perfect method that lets her save face.

'Yeah, that'll work♬'

Her brain, dormant since high school entrance exams, kicks into overdrive plotting to lure Chae Seon-woo. Praying her reckless scenario plays out, she clutches the blanket tight and drifts off to sleep.

***

If asked that question, most people would say yes. Just ten minutes ago, I saw this message pop up in my Hacking Tool and shelled out for another app.

This is the second one after the 10-million-won Female Corruption app. This time, it's a whopping 20 million won to unlock.

'But 20 million is basically my entire fortune...'

The 20 million I'd scraped together from convenience store gigs and mission rewards. It's a huge sum, so of course I'm hesitating.

But when I think about it, the Female Corruption app I bought before has been worth every penny—probably billions if I valued it right. Betting on the trust of whoever gave me this god-tier feature for cheap, I hit purchase right then and there.

And what I got was [Let's Enjoy Together!]

I read the long text two, three times, but that's the gist. It wants me to start broadcasting.

My face crumples like a crushed soda can on the street.

"Why the hell broadcasting out of nowhere?!"

I love watching streams personally, but doing them? No thanks. No content I wanna make, no motivation at all. I'd rather spend that time with girls.

Plus, streaming's a hassle—constant content grinding, fresh performances. If I were hot or cute, cam shows might appeal, but I wasn't born with those looks. Can't even talk funny.

My one brag? This massive cock... Wait, is that it? Jerk off for guys with dick fetishes or whatever? Crowd-fund from niche pervs?

Imagining myself stroking in front of a camcorder makes me feel pathetic. Even if they paid truckloads, no way. I could do it, but taking cash while fapping for strangers I don't care about? Too lame.

Anyway, no interest in streaming. I wanted to haggle, but the app's policy is no refunds. One click, and 20 million's gone.

World feels empty; I flop on the bed, but time marches on.

I check internet banking, praying it's not true—but yeah, wiped clean.

'...Guess I'll head out...'

Buyer's remorse sucks, but I have a special appointment via text this morning, so I go out for some air. I'll figure out the [Let's Enjoy Together!] app later.

I throw on some old clothes from the closet and head downtown. At a cafe near a famous station, Yoon Mi-na's waiting.

"Ah! Here!"

"...Huh?"

For a split second, I don't recognize her. Way more dolled up than at the pub with friends. Bright foundation, bold red lips, curled lashes with a curler. Butterfly gold earrings, jangly bracelets and necklace. Clearly hours of effort.

—That table over there, she's gorgeous, right?

—Whoa, a celeb?

—Nah, looks like her boyfriend's with her...?

Heads are turning big time today. As an ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠SNS star who blew up on looks alone, her base is killer. Fully decked out like this? She eats idols for breakfast. The slutty image is gone; pure model vibes.

"H-hey... hi."

Mouth's a bit frozen from the cold, maybe. Seeing her all prettied up warms me; feels like a solo date. But she's not alone.

"Fuck! What the hell, you."

Lee Jeong-su's sitting next to her, glaring sideways.

Seeing that mug sours my mood; tongue gets sharp.

"What? Your girl called me here, punk."

"You little shit... You done talking?"

"Stop it. I said no fighting."

The aggressive vibe kicks off instantly; Yoon Mi-na mediates. Like a trainer between snarling beasts, she calms us coolly.

Lee Jeong-su, who'd been glaring, turns to her accusingly.

"No, seriously—what's this? Why do I gotta come out here and meet this asshole?"

"Because we got distant 'cause of me before. Make up here today."

"Why me? How'd he even get your number?"

"Tch, from friends. Asked around school buddies. I worked hard to set ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠this up, so make up now."

"Nah, no way. That fucker started—"

"Hey, enough with the 'punk' shit?"

"......"

I growl low, and he folds. Yoon Mi-na sighs pitifully, eyes rolling to me front and center. Cheeks flush briefly, then she pouts primly.

"A-and you too, just make nice... I feel bad 'cause you fought over me at the pub; can't sleep."

"Can't sleep? You were trash-talking me behind my—"

"Shh."

"......"

She cuts off his rebellious retort preemptively. He blusters normally, but when she's serious, he shuts up. Even lovers have hierarchies, clearly.

Hmm. I sit quietly, listening through. Get the situation, decide my play.

"Yeah, sorry about that."

"Huh? ...W-what?"

Lee Jeong-su's baffled by one word.

"Sorry. Acted like a jealous shrimp back then? Shocked by your girl's intro, then inferiority kicked in hearing more. My bad."

No bow, but textbook apology. Zero real regret for him, but I play mature. Follow her lead, and there's sweet gains ahead.

"......"

Stunned by my preemptive strike, he stalls awkwardly. Avoids eye contact, fiddles with phone uselessly. Leg jittering—till her elbow jabs his ribs.

"Hey! He manned up and apologized! Quit being a whiny bitch?"

"Ow, fine! ...S-s-sorry. Teased you too hard over old shit. My bad."

Deflated, he mumbles it. Mutual apologies done, but he's still pissy. Hates equaling the guy he'd looked down on; leg shakes, scowl locked.

Hands in jeans pockets, he bolts up.

"...Gonna smoke."

Acts tough, storms out.

"Where do you smoke here?"

"Smoking booth's across the crosswalk."

"Fuck, crossing for one cig...? Ugh."

Can't even exit gracefully; picks a fight with the staff, bails.

Noise drops a notch as he leaves.

"What a racket."

"Ugh... Yeah. Lives off his damn pride."

I toss it out; she jumps in agreeing instantly. But not backtalk.

"Nah, your outfit. Prettier than before?"

Makeup flawless, coordination perfect. Cute tennis skirt, ribbon blouse, thin cardigan. Pink and pure white combo, blooming fresh. Full effort obvious.

"H-huh? P-pretty?"

"Gorgeous. No need to go all out for this."

"J-just my usual."

"Feels like a special day."

"......"

I smirk; she dodges eyes awkwardly. Flustered, but praise lands—red lips quiver into a beaming smile.

One more pivot question.

"He hasn't caught on since then?"

"Caught what? ...O-of course not! You kidding?!"

Late realization: keyword means our sex. Her face ignites.

Adorable; I slyly stretch arm across table, overlay her pale hand. Hold tenderly, lover-like.

"Just worried. Can't have him find out and blow your relationship."

"H-hey, your hand..."

"What's wrong with hands?"

"Jeong-su might see..."

Says that, but doesn't pull away. Twitches happily as my thumb strokes her knuckles.

Exactly. She'd texted first using the number I gave her. Reconciliation's the excuse; she has her own goal. And I nailed the hidden one.

Secret hand-holding, full of naughty vibes. Love it, but can't risk soap-opera drama if he returns. I slide back smoothly.

"Anyway, dragged me out, but no stomach for his face long."

"M-me too! Wasn't planning to keep you! Just needed you two to make up..."

"Cool, mission accomplished? I'm out?"

"......Do what you want."

"Okay."

Act cold, stand—then, "Ah~ But late now; subway ride sounds tiring. Rest at a motel?~" (reading from textbook)

Lame drama narration voice. Awful acting, but her ears perk like a bunny's.

"Book via DaNolJa app... Oh, one's nearby. △△ Motel Room 407... Overnight reserved."

"......"

"Write on napkin so you don't forget?"

"N-no need. I memorized it."

"Huh? Why memorize a motel I picked?"

"......"

Pointed out, face boils like a kettle. Hilarious and cute; I lean in, peck her dolled-up cheek to seal it.

"I'll be waiting."

"......♥"

Yoon Mi-na's wistful gaze is pure smitten girl. Make that cock-smitten girl?

***

Lee Jeong-su treks far for his smoke, returns to find Yoon Mi-na solo. Suits him fine; plops opposite.

"What, that fucker left?"

"Hey, told you no 'fucker' for friends."

"Seon-woo's gone. No need to watch it when he's... Fine. Got it."

Her eyes blaze; he simmers down.

Yoon Mi-na's touching up makeup quick. Checks jawline, ears meticulously, slings bag over shoulder, stands.

"Cool, you made up. I'm heading out?"

"? Out? You promised a date if you came to the cafe."

Oops-face flickers; she pushes anyway.

"...Next time."

"Hey! Promise! Even booked escape room cafe. And since you dolled up, motel even..."

"Tired. Next time."

"Just got here—what's tiring—"

"......Next time?"

"......"

Straightens up despite his edge; tide turns. Gaslights like he's wrong, turns away.

Too blatant, but she doesn't care. Can't now.

Out the cafe, fast-walks crosswalk through crowds. Flashy look draws whispers from guys, but she's reciting motel name/room.

Her cheap phone buzzes—KakaoTalk pops.

"♥"

Address kindly included. One line surges with passion and affection.