Hashtag Gallery went nuts for a while.
#31. Did you hear? He's her senior~
"The baby's home is now clearly visible, right? You can even see the heart forming and beating healthily."
Just as the doctor said, on the ultrasound, a tiny lifeform's heart was pulsing inside Ina's belly.
Amazing.
"It's really... a baby?"
"Of course."
"That.... It's my first time seeing one...."
To be precise, it's not so much disdain for pregnancy and life as it is ignorance.
All I remember from sex ed is learning about putting on condoms (literally, it was a class).
Well, they only taught stuff like men and women are equal, so men should be considerate of women, treat your mom well, etc. No wonder it didn't stick.
"Men and women are equal, so men should be considerate of women"—honestly, I had no clue what bullshit that was.
Ah. One thing was certain after sex ed ended.
The boys actually got more negative about it.
- What's with "don't rape," "don't walk too close behind a girl at night"—why is that even sex ed?
The reason nagging pisses you off is because it's telling you shit you already know.
Who doesn't know they need to clean their room? Who doesn't know they need to study?
Nobody.
You're not doing it because there's no inconvenience in your current life.
That's just how people are. You know a dirty room looks bad and can cause minor illnesses, and studying leads to better treatment later, jobs, and all sorts of benefits.
Same deal.
Who doesn't know men and women are equal? Who doesn't know not to rape?
Nobody.
You already know it all and have no intention of doing it, but then they mix in contradictory crap and tell you not to, which is what makes you pissed.
Instead of preaching gender equality and sex crime prevention, it'd be way more educational to bring in an Obstetrics and Gynecology doctor to teach from week 1 of pregnancy to full term in detail.
From cells starting out, growing, coming into the world, growing up, meeting someone you love, and creating a child again.
Teaching that process itself would build more empathy and foster respect and moral awareness toward sex.
The weirdos are the ones bitching about what men should do or women should do.
If someone tells Mom that women should just cook at home and raise kids, she'd beat the shit out of them, but Dad would grab a bat and come running right away. The holy site of gender equality was already happening in our house.
Criminals are gonna crime no matter what. If a politician came along promising to dismember and execute real sex offenders? I'd vote for them.
"I've never seen such a young couple before. You can do it if you try hard, right?"
My eyes were still glued to the ultrasound.
As a hero from another world and a guy in his twenties whose dick beats his brain, I just got #Hashtag at the perfect time and impregnated her according to the guidebook.
The ultrasound photo was enough to make my long-lost humanity from that other world sprout like crazy in my heart.
Whew-. The miracle of life's birth is this moving just to watch.
Knowing something intellectually and facing it in person hits different.
This realization: The birth of life is touching, so more of it means more touching. Keep impregnating for endless moving touch.
Pretty solid three-part logic worthy of a college student—I patted myself on the back.
Ina went through a lot, so when we get back, I should cum inside her again.
"And.... husband."
"Yep?"
The doctor had that "do I have to say this?" look on her face.
"It's great to love each other—as an Obstetrics and Gynecology doctor, I highly recommend it—but you need to hold off until things stabilize."
"......Yep?"
I was genuinely clueless.
"You know pregnant women come in for regular check-ups, right?"
"Yep."
"Early pregnancy is unstable. Making love is fine, but filling her up every time raises the miscarriage risk. Get what I mean?"
"Ah."
Ah~. Got it. Fully understood.
"Usually after 12 weeks, it stabilizes, and we'll let the mom know after checks, so hold off until then. Got it?"
"Yep. Sorry."
"It's okay if you love her too much. I get it. But love her enough to hold back. Okay? If—and I mean if—there's a miscarriage, it'll traumatize both forever. And contractions after sex are super dangerous for the baby early on too. Got it?"
She explained all sorts of professional, academic stuff in an easy way.
Like watching an anti-smoking PSA and feeling the urgency, I listened intently and nodded.
"Good. Now, morning sickness will pick up soon. Make sure you're aware, husband."
"Yep."
"As the baby grows, it'll press on the bladder more, so she'll pee more often. It's not because she wants to mess up, so keep that in mind."
"Yep."
"Fatigue will hit for no reason. The baby takes nutrients from Mom, so of course she's tired."
"Yep."
"Morning sickness gets worse, stomach gets super sour, digestion sucks. She won't be able to hold back bodily functions even if she wants to. I firmly believe you'll understand."
"Yep."
I just nodded like a pigeon chick in Hangang Park.
That was all I could do.
"And since you didn't opt for DNA testing last time, it'll take longer to find out the gender."
They usually ask around 6-9 weeks if you want gender DNA test. But Mom and Suyeon said no need.
Almost no physical side effects, so Ina wanted to, but the adults said no, so she didn't.
Leaving the Obstetrics and Gynecology clinic, I felt my soul drained.
And coming here is way more embarrassing than I thought. I didn't show it, but I felt it a bit.
A 23-year-old guy who thinks he's an adult with Ina, who hasn't even lost her baby fat yet, getting checked—totally normal to feel that.
"Sunbae, thanks for coming with me."
"Of course I had to."
Waiting for the prescription, chatting, and the nurses who overheard squeal.
"Nurse Choi! Did you hear? He's her senior~."
"College students, right? Right?"
I can hear everything.
"Eung~, they're so young~."
"Aigoo~, the good ol' days. When love is all it takes to marry. I should've done it back then."
I hear it too well.
And right now, I'm the only guy here.
Ina isn't embarrassed, obviously. She's pretty. The embarrassment trajectory is just different.
All the pregnant women glance at "college senior-junior," and I know that look.
The aunties' looks I saw often. Eyes full of worldly curiosity.
- Unnie, unnie, new couple moved next door. But the sister-in-law lives with them too.
- So?
- I was waiting for the elevator on the first floor, and damn, the husband and sister-in-law were stuck together, then they saw me and quickly separated.
- Oh my oh my! For real?
Unlike the casual "so what?" she threw out, her eyes sparkled like they held the stars.
I felt that from them.
[Lee Ina-nim~. Your prescription is ready.]
No, she's right here, but they use the mic anyway.
Thanks to that, we paid quick and escaped.
Dr-ruk-
Automatic doors open as we leave, and words hit the back of my head.
"Nurse Choi-ssi, those kids who just left—college senior and junior?"
"Yeah~!"
No. I heard that too.
Fucking scary. Gender equality my ass. Felt like standing on a totally tilted field. Shit, fucking terrifying.
"Sunbae? Why are you sweating so much?"
"Huh? Oh. Um. Yeah. Kinda hot."
"Ah~. They always blast the AC 'cause of the moms."
Ina sticks close, showing me the ultrasound pic on her phone.
"Already this big?"
We get one every visit, so photos are piling up.
Now at 8 weeks, it finally felt real.
In the game, time passes, belly swells, tits get bigger.
Skipping realistic stuff is game allowance, I guess.
Unless it's a pregnancy sim, they skip it. If a 19+ game filled with academic docs, who'd play?
Essays and novels are different. Put stories in essays, get smacked; put essays in novels, nobody reads before smacking.
Honestly, cram a page with academic shit, you'd scroll past.
"Sunbae, you must be backed up since you worked hard. When we get back, I'll wash my hands and jerk you off right away."
Met Jan 1, now mid-March.
Two months of gaslighting with no resistance changes a person.
For Ina, over two months of training, coming home from outside means hand and mouthjobs as basic common sense.
Hm.
"No cumming inside."
"Hee.... The nurse unnies always give me looks a bit.... every check-up."
"Ah."
Yeah, makes sense.
Now I get the doctors' and nurses' reactions.
20-year-old coming for checks with womb and pussy full of cum. And panties pooled with it when she undresses.
Every time.
Yeah.... Um. Yeah. Totally get it.
"Then gotta cum in Ina's mouth from now on. That's a pussy too."
"Ah~. Right. Yeah."
Seeing Ina accept it so naturally almost made me laugh.
Her actions and speech are too cute.
"You taught me girlfriend's mouth, tits, and ass can sub for pussy when you can't use it.... Yup yup. I remember well, right?"
Hm-. Did it like in the game, but hearing it now—.
What the hell... did I create?
Thanks to that, my dick swelled while walking, had to readjust.
Whew. Was saving that method, but no choice.
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That method is 'sex education.'
First, check Suyeon's hashtag.
Precisely, 2-star, <#Pastime>'s (method).
- You helped your daughter's married life as a pastime.
Kinda vague, right?
If so, you've got talent as a #Hashtag player and strategist. Download and play now.
Not specific.
Help daughter's married life? How?
So far, nothing surfaced. I never poked it, never singled it out.
Cold sweat, anxiety, relief—those are specific.
Designed to target body changes or emotions precisely, so obvious. Conversely, nothing else affects.
Conversely, vague means wider room for common sense alteration.
If I, the player, pinpoint something someday, it's "Ah? Really?" then slowly erodes to "Ah! Right!" and alters.
Means Suyeon's pastime can include 'directly teaching sex ed' to daughter and son-in-law.
Ina's 5-star, <#ContractTrust>'s (resolution) is prime example.
- You come to firmly trust what the contractor says.
Previous buildup already let my words dominate her thinking.
Enough on its own, but it's a contract.
What if, just in case, for biological, physiological reasons—or any reason—she says no and leaves.
Strategy had heroines who hated the player and left.
Would you date someone you're physiologically repulsed by?
One-night stand maybe, but long-term dating? Shake your head.
She'd sweat cold daily, anxious if I disappoint, but women's hearts are stronger.
└ What if the heroine suicides like originally?
└ ???
└ What did you do?
└ Post it
That thread.
Playable character's face was.... not fluorescent Yeojin tribe. Not alien.
But—. But—.
Fucking ugly. Customized literally smashed face.
Too gruesome, no description. Anyway, heroine left.
Meant meeting playable char was worse than cold sweat, anxiety, or solo death.
└ I'd jump too
└ Legenoㅋㅋㅋ
└ That guy always making pepe, he got pure love without heroine leaving, you're realㅋㅋㅋㅋ
Hashtag Gallery went nuts for a while.
Posting playable char custom proofs, burned hot.
Among proofs: heroine as Nurhachi Yeojin tribe, rainbow tail LGBT for in-game equality pioneer.
└ MTCH?
└ Made his char super hotㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
└ Thisㅋㅋㅋ realㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
└ This outfit MTCH?
└ Pokemon master?
└ Crazy bastardㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
Protagonist in Goh's clothes, Pokemon behind.
Bat wings under arms, purple-dyed madman.
Poison shroom heroine you wouldn't approach.
(Blocked)
● - Galju blocked, relax!
└ Fuck! Already saw! Compensate my eyes!
His new fixed nick met delete ending.
Anyway, 5-star prevents that. No, stops heroine even thinking it.
5-star's (reason), (method), (resolution).
- For this reason, you realize the contractor is the only one you can rely on again.
- When problems arise, you rely on and follow the contractor more than anyone.
- You come to firmly trust what the contractor says.
In other words, makes the runaway heroine unable to not rely on protagonist.
And trust whatever he says.
Blind following vs. trust-based following is huge difference.
"Ina-ya. Can't cum inside now."
Disappointed. Huge problem for Ina. Moment she senses it, feels super sorry to me.
Then who to rely on? Paradoxically, me.
"Beat a drum and play the janggu alone"—proverb for this.
Problem from me, reliance on me.
"Instead, get sex ed from your mom."
"Mo... Mom?"
"Yeah."
I smiled, stroking her apologetic cheeks.
"She's studying with you anyway. Said she'd help your married life."
"Yeah."
"Might as well ask her to teach everything: mouth, hands, tits, internal ejaculation."
"Ah.... Eung."
Ina nods, but voice trails off—not thrilled about mom teaching this.
Probably nagged a ton while studying.
"Until you're stable, get trained by Ina Mom up to internal ejaculation—sounds good?"
Tone soft and sweet.
Content? Freakout on freakout to instant slap and breakup, but Ina nods quick.
"Hee~. No choice."
Ina beams cute fresh smile, hugs me tight.
"If boyfriend wants, gotta do it~. Girlfriend obeys."
"Huh? Uh, yeah."
Ina grew more dependent over time. Not yandere.
Absolute trust in me.
Time adds trust buff to teachings, becomes absolute common sense for her.
"Plus, I felt super sorry I couldn't do it. Glad now. Heehee."
I grinned satisfied, she beamed proud.
This is mutual aid, right?