18. I Have a Plan
18. I Have a Plan
I have a plan.
It might seem like I did this without any plan, but everything is according to the pla~n.
Because I have the Guidebook. And since I'm following it to the letter, there's no way I'd feel anxious.
In fact, my mind was totally at ease.
When Ina first became the heroine, I was a bit flustered at the start.
It was a mistake fueled by booze, after all.
The first #Hashtag delivery wasn't meant for Ina at all.
I had secretly set my sights on Lee Hana, plus my university classmate and senior. One of those three.
But in the end, Ina became the first heroine, so I had to find a new route to conquer.
Fortunately. Or maybe, as expected.
The experts gathered in the gallery pour out Guidebooks every day, and other refined gentlemen test them, giving feedback on the shortcomings and tearing them apart.
If we're talking fantasy worlds, it's like a magic tower academy full of blunt wizards.
Some of them might actually be real wizards, who knows.
Anyway, among them, of course, there's the youngest daughter route.
Routes where you conquer the whole family and settle in like a parasite? They're packed full.
Infamously known as the Parasite Route.
I have no intention of going that way, though.
Anyway. Ina's pregnancy is straight out of the Guidebook too. So my expression is relaxed, and my actions carry a touch of dignity.
"Yes, for 100 wedding invitations, it's 60,000 won as the base price~."
Plain ones with nothing on them.
"If you go for the two-fold, there's an additional fee here, and if you want, you can upgrade to premium paper. Adding a design here would..."
Do it all, and for 100 copies, it's 210,000 won.
For 100 copies. Not the total cost.
"But we provide mobile invitations for free. They come out like this."
Even so, it's all in the Guidebook, so my expression stays relaxed, and my scrutinizing actions carry dignity.
"Sunbae, your hand's shaking."
"......"
Shiiibal.
The Guidebook didn't cover these little details. In the game, you enter the virgin road all prepared.
Wedding invitations? Third-day gifts? Mostly skipped.
Ah, dresses do show up sometimes if you want. You can do it with the heroine character trying on various dresses in the dress shop.
But that's just game leniency, I suppose.
I came out practically soul-drained.
"Sunbae-nim, we gotta check out the wedding hall too, right?"
"Uh......"
Luckily, we could pick the wedding hall thanks to Dad's acquaintance's acquaintance's acquaintance.
It had a long tradition, giving off an antique vibe everywhere...
But hey, I'm grateful for that much.
Suddenly needing a hall because of the pregnancy, most places' schedules were booked solid.
With all the low birth rate talk these days, people aren't even getting married!
Buffet costs to set, acquaintances to notify.
Vacation timing was a real blessing.
Of course, all that money came from the adults' pockets.
The hero who commanded hordes of underlings in Another World has no cash. Honestly, he didn't have any there either.
We stopped by the hall, got the rundown, even received compliments.
Actually, every place we visited said the same.
Aren't you getting married too young?
How old? 20? Husband's 23? Wow, jealous~.
Seeing other engaged couples come in made our young ages hit home.
After wrapping everything up, Ina dove onto the bed and stretched languidly.
"That dive okay?"
"Hmm! Gotta grow strong!"
Ina declared proudly. Somehow, she seems more on top of it than me.
"Sunbae, you worked hard, so you're pent up, right?"
"Huh?"
Truth is, running around all day left me dazed, so I hadn't even thought about it.
Ina was turning into the perfect girlfriend for me, just as I'd taught her.
The result of casually dropping lines whenever I could, gaslighting her blank canvas.
5-Star. <#Contract Trust> (resolved).
You might think, what's so great? But combined with prior hashtags, she'll trust whatever I say.
If I said jump off a building and you'd live, so jump—she'd leap without a doubt.
Plus, if she doesn't even fake it, the contractor would be disappointed.
The debt in her heart multiplies trust exponentially, making it ironclad.
That gaslighting became common sense to Ina.
She even has to actively fulfill the contract.
Ina kneels, ties her beautiful bob—mix of purple and blue shimmering—into a short ponytail, and waits.
"You wanna?"
That too.
I pull down my pants; the limp cock hasn't been washed, so it stinks, but Ina smiles.
"Huuup. Ung, smells good~. Hee."
Doing this every chance after work got her used to it; now her smile's radiant.
No more hesitation from the first time I made her suck right after getting home.
Squeeze-
She sweeps the cock up with her palm, pressing it against my belly.
The small, warm palm squeezes blood in; it hardens quick.
"Suuup..., haa."
Ina sniffs deep at my balls like she's addicted.
Pubic hairs tickle her cheeks, but she ignores it.
That's Contract Dating for you.
She sticks out her tongue cat-like, cradles the balls, licks from bottom to top.
Twitch-!
Intense jolt that tingles my body.
I stroke her head, looking down.
Every time, her face is petite, features sharp and delicate.
No wonder everyone praises her wherever we go.
And this beauty's nuzzling my balls, smiling happily, savoring their taste with her tongue.
"Chuuup. Jjup. Um-. Jjuuup."
Even the musky smell—boyfriend's, so she loves it per the contract.
I spread my legs a bit; she buries her face underneath.
She licks clean down to the sweaty spot under the balls; my rock-hard cock trembles.
"Chop."
Final kiss under the balls, then she lowers the cock she'd pressed with her palm.
Eyes closed gently, her small lips take in the massive glans that looks too big.
Cheeks puff out, but she sucks hard till they hollow.
"Jjuuueup. Jjuup. Jjuuueup. Um, uum. Jjuup."
Her face bobs back and forth. Each time, the dark cock vanishes into her pink little lips, reemerging.
Her short ponytail waves like ripples.
I rest my hand on her head, feeling the warmth.
"Jjuup. Jjuuueup..., jjuup. Um. Jjuuueup. Pah. Jjup."
Cock's soaked in her spit quick.
Sucking sends shivers of pleasure; my ass clenches.
I just stand tall, watching her diligently suck, then slyly pull out from her small lips.
"Ah...."
Naturally now, she sticks out her tongue, mouth wide.
Slap- slap slap.
Grab the base, slap it on her tongue like a club, rub on her cheek.
Soft cheek bulges under the cock.
Even tap that cheek-bulge, then nudge her shoulder lightly.
"Hit."
She topples easy with minimal force, giggles short, undoes her jeans and panties, rolling them down.
Jeans bunch quick, slip off her legs, plop onto the bed.
Top's a warm hoodie, but no need to remove.
I rub my wet cock on her pussy.
Ina knows what to do—spreads her pussy wide with both hands, opening the entrance max.
So my cock can slide easy to her deepest spot.
An act allowed only to me. That fierce conquest fills my heart.
Not just that. Just shoving hurts.
So this minimizes pain.
Squish-!
Wet round glans spreads her still-tight pussy.
As expected. Every time, fucking squeezes like crazy.
I get why they call it a legendary pussy looking at Ina.
"Huuuup."
Ina holds her breath long, looks up at me.
To check if I'm satisfied or disappointed.
"Wow..., Ina. For real, your pussy's so fucking tight I'm gonna cum quick."
Getting more blunt and crude, but no issue.
My satisfaction—that's top priority for her.
"Heehee."
Halfway in, she beams at my words.
Must be surging with even stronger pride than her first time performing.
Squish-! Squish-!
No need to hurt her; she'll be by my side forever.
Halfway in, I thrust my hips.
Thick glans and shaft press the walls but force them wider to my size.
That power makes her frown, but each glans scrape on the walls draws hot gasps.
"Haang, haat. Haa. Hauung. Hauut-. Ung. Hauut."
Half-lidded eyes peek at my face like gauging.
I love that. Eyes checking my satisfaction.
That ownership spikes my urge to cum. Already on edge from her service.
Purely for my pleasure.
Squelch-!
Right before cumming, shove a bit deeper.
"Huuut-!"
Routine act, but the strong male stretching to her cervix makes her gasp.
Spluuurt-!
Feel the cum shoot in without pulling out.
"Huuuung."
Drip.
Didn't move while cumming, so some cum lingers.
Pull out slow, lie back; Ina sits up right away.
Hands interlocked like mimicking her pussy, presses gently on the cock.
Lips pursed determined not to spill a drop, lowers face to the glans.
Lips part to the glans shape. Swallows it, then syncs bobbing face with interlocked hands up-down.
"Jjuuueup, jjuup. Jjuup. Jjup. Jjuuueup."
Squeezes out every last drop into her mouth.
My special handjob via Ina lately.
"Jjuuueup, chuurup. Chuup."
Once cum's drained, she teases the glans tip with lip-sucks.
Hands still interlocked, pressing gentle, strokes slow bottom-to-top.
"Uuum."
She opens wide to the always-on camera during sex, showing off the pooled cum proudly.
Then grins wide, gulps it down.
"Hee-."
I smile softly at her; sensing satisfaction, her shoulders puff with pride.
Every sex act, my repeated satisfaction makes me her sole standard.
No one else can give her this fulfillment.
§
<Ha Suyeon>
<#Pastime(100%)>
Suyeon sighs watching Ina's actions.
"Daughter, towels need separate washing."
Back in school days, she did it daily herself, so can't blame her.
"Didn't I tell you whites discolor if washed together?"
"Ah, nooo. Um...."
Ina nods meekly.
Suyeon doesn't know this self-esteem drop gets refilled via sunbae soon.
Just everything's sloppy, not kid's play.
Heart races seeing it.
Pulse pounding like never before.
If her daughter's boyfriend Inmok's a weirdo in this state?
If he nitpicks and scolds over this?
Pulse quickens more.
So she must step in. Help her young daughter perfect it.
Then even if scolded, she'd have words back.
How dare you scold such perfection.
She's a full-time housewife anyway, time to spare. Perfect Bridal Training needed.
"Daughter~, know your boyfriend's favorite foods?"
"Um.... Seems he likes everything. No pickiness."
How's she so careless, from my womb?
Must take after husband.
"Still. Likes stew?"
Thinks hard, then nods.
Puts jelly to lips, chews like it's tasty.
"Wash hands first~."
"Ah, why~. Gotta learn cooking too?"
"Of course! You're marrying. Gotta know cooking at least. What if boyfriend's weird and dumps you for not cooking?"
"......He's not like that."
Probably not? That trailing mutter races her pulse more.
"Daaal." (Do it.)
"Ah, got it. I'll do it."
"And he'll be satisfied if you do. Tell Mom if he complains anyway. I'll go right over."
"Satis...fied?"
Daughter's vibe shifts suddenly, focuses on cooking.
Watching the two dead-serious on Bridal Training, Hana shudders like nauseous.
"Getting scarier to marry Do-jin."
If she marries Do-jin, Mom'll do this to her too.
Dad looks at her pitifully from side.
"Ah, Dad. I don't have to, right?"
"Who knows. Dad wouldn't know."
§
All benefits flow back to me.
Savory aroma swirls in my cramped Studio Apartment.
"Learned from Mom. She calls it #Pastime, but too serious—scary."
Hmm, really? She seems so innocent and refined, but living together reveals true colors.
Thanks to her, I get to stuff myself on tasty home cooking.
Alone, it's bland filler food; this is luxury.
"O!"
I marvel while eating; Ina's shoulders puff beside me.
Peeking head like a meerkat—adorable. Fun watching, so I ham up satisfaction sometimes.
She gauges from my face anyway; real or not doesn't matter.
My satisfaction's what counts.