24. The Frustrated Queen

『Delivery's here.』

The intercom buzzes, and Lee Seon-hwa swings open the front door of her villa to find a delivery guy standing there, dutifully wearing a cap emblazoned with the company logo. She takes the rectangular package he's handing over and thanks him for his hard work.

"Thanks for your trouble."

"Ah, yeah... cough, cough."

"?"

But there's a weird vibe hanging between them. Has he seen her streams? Or is he just stunned by her pretty face? She brushes it off as her imagination—until she spots the hint plastered right on the box.

It's so blatantly obvious. Among the fine print in the same font, those words jump out like neon signs. "Special grade," "dragon"—all these provocative terms sucking her right in.

Her face turns beet red, teeth grinding. Looks like the delivery guy was dying to check it out, wondering what desperate, lonely woman would order this.

...Fuck.

"Have a good one!"

She slams the door right in his face.

"Can't that shitty seller even bother to tone down the label!?"

She yells it out loud, not caring if the guy's still out there. Hell, she's pissed at the company that makes this crap too.

"Who the fuck puts 'dragon' on a sex toy? Did you rip it off a dragon dick from another world or something?!"

She hurls the package onto the living room sofa, grumbling loudly, but the embarrassment won't fade. And to think, she clicked "buy" on the internet herself—no one to blame but her own damn self.

She rubs her dry ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠face, trying to regain some composure.

BJ Seonhwa—real name Lee Seon-hwa—is 27, in her prime, healthy and vibrant. Buying from an adult shop for the first time in her life? A vibrator, no less. The biggest size, at that.

It could happen to any woman her age, but her interest in sex is recent. Ever since meeting Chae Seon-woo.

She's dated a handful of guys since college, but only a few led to sex. Back then, she started relationships out of curiosity—everyone around her was coupling up—and to rack up experience before getting too old and ending up pathetic.

But dating turned out boring. Sex? Not even mouse-dropping-sized fun. She barely masturbated, questioning if women even had real libidos. Not one of her countable hookups ever felt good.

Until Chae Seon-woo.

The first time? Just painful, no orgasm. But the second...

It was heaven. Every touch sent electric shocks through her body, her lower half burning hot. For someone with so little experience, it was mind-blowing. And at the peak? She even let out cute nasal whimpers.

Her body accepted him unconsciously.

"Ugh! Get lost, you horny demon!"

Recalling the candid shots and sweet kisses makes her regret her actions sometimes. She bangs her head against a fancy wooden pillar in the living room. Her pretty platinum blonde hair, neatly braided, sways.

...Fine. This'll end my hysterical heat.

She claws open the long box on the sofa like an angry cat shredding cardboard. Ripping through the packaging reveals a big black vibe that could double as a security baton.

"Th-this size seems right... but... damn, it's scary."

Pretty close to what she remembers. Black with pearl-like bumps.

The site only had "expert use" options matching Chae Seon-woo's size—all with ridges, no smooth ones.

Gulp.

Special Grade Dragon (etc.) Dick. Holding it feels unreal—heavy, monstrous.

This thing actually went in...?

Seon-hwa has two theories about her ignited lust. First, she's accepted she's awakened to sex. But does her body crave Chae Seon-woo, or just a big dick?

Not clear yet. That's why she bought this. First time ever, extra-large size. Time for a real test.

She sneaks to the bedroom with the dragon dick. Embarrassed, she covers the bed with a blanket, strips off her pant-patterned furry pajamas and panties halfway, then tries inserting it.

"Ah... ah! Ah... aaack! It hurts!"

Bad start. Too big for her dry insides. She rubs oil around the entrance for lube.

Still hurts when she tries again. Those brutal white pearl bumps under the black head make it worse. Turn on vibrate? Disaster—roughly grinding her sensitive pink folds.

"Ugh... ah... hng...! Useless fucking dragon!"

Thwack! After 20 minutes of struggle, no progress. She slams it down—crack right in the middle. 27,000 won down the drain.

"Hoo..."

So it wasn't the size. She didn't want to face it, but yeah. She wants Chae Seon-woo.

Maybe it's just any guy? But her experiment a few days ago ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠proved otherwise.

She slips back into her pajamas and heads to the living room, deep in thought. Now she knows what she wants. But staring at "CandidShot Chae Seon-woo" in her black iPhone contacts, she hesitates.

Her iron pride blocks her finger from the call button. The mighty Lee Seon-hwa calling a blackmailer first because the sex was good? Impossible.

Even reaching out first bugs her—and he groped her, too. But holding back has limits. Ovulation's hitting: lip pimples, gut-wrenching ache.

Still hate seeming like a whore by calling first...

Damned if she does, damned if she doesn't. Days of reason vs. emotion, id vs. ego, clashing like crazy.

Whack! Whack! She punches nearby furniture to vent.

I'm like this, so what the hell is that bastard doing!?

Her mental war splashes onto Chae Seon-woo.

Handed over cash, and no call? Was one night all he wanted?

Started as bad blood, but their last meet ended okay. Kissing, her moaning cutely—embarrassing, but good mood.

Not that she can say much after tanking her queen image... but she thinks she gave plenty of the squealy voices guys love.

So no contact from him? Infuriating. He even returned the money intact. Begged like a dog for one night, then ghosts.

But that's her one-sided view. If he'd called, she'd have snapped: "Don't get cocky, you creep!"

Whimsical, selfish queen.

"Whew..."

She soothes her tangled guts with cold fridge water.

Anyway, she needs natural flow. Something to open legs with Chae Seon-woo while saving face.

Frowning at the kitchen table, scrolling her phone, she finds a hook: He silently showered her stream with gifts. Super fan of BJ Seonhwa.

Perfect...

Pretending it's a group message, she sends him a DM.

"Ha."

Every time he checks his internet banking, it's depressing. 1.3 million after adding a mil from Yoon ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Mi-na, but still slim without that zero.

Rent, utilities, food, phone, motels—end-of-month bills will wipe it clean.

Missions pay, but nada lately. Might need more shifts at the convenience store instead of gym and girls.

Ding!

Hacking tool? Nope, platform alert. Message from AmericaTV.

...What the hell?

The guy-bashing, snooty queen sending a caring check-in? Uncharacteristically sweet.

Sales tactic? Manager wrote it?

Macro vibes, plausible.

Her name on screen flashes memories, but he ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠shakes his head. Sex friends piling up has been good, but Seon-hwa's no Yoon Mi-na or Ha Yeon-su. Wild mare—approach wrong, get kicked.

Mission success or not, push too hard and bleed. Her cute voice echoes, but memories stay memories.

"Heh?!"

Big effort message, two hours no reply. Seon-hwa planned to play hard-to-get, but silence kills that.

No read receipts like Kakao, frustration builds.

"Fine, let's see who breaks first."

She holds out, then sends another.

Damn, good sales hustle. No wonder the big audience. Cool exterior, but personal DMs with heart—big corp would slack.

Impressed. Just impressed.

"That fucker!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Staring at her phone all day till dark outside, she slams the desk-turned-table.

Dense bastard ignores her blatant hints. Last two lines were obvious signals.

Can't take it anymore.

Last resort: direct call.