Hinami's Dopamine Switch
Even if dopamine Hinami had flipped my switch, that didn't mean I could break Seo Jia in overnight. If it were that easy, I would've dragged her to her place last time and fucked her into submission right then and there. Whether then or now, there's always a reason I don't just shove it in. She's crumbling bit by bit, sure, but she hasn't completely shattered yet. The only reason she listens to me is learned fear from my strength and the inferiority she feels toward her sister and friend. Jia needs a separate trigger before she'll truly submit to me. Maybe that manager who vanished overseas or got buried at the bottom of the Pacific suddenly comes back to life and threatens her again. …Or some scandal breaks out and she gets dragged through the mud until her mentality is in pieces. Without that kind of foundation, there's no way a girl with zero sexual experience would be happy about getting impaled on a ridiculously huge cock. Not unless she's a natural-born masochistic pervert like Hinami, or someone like Haeun who gets swept up in the moment while drunk.
“Ah, shit…”
Waking from a short nap, I pull Hinami closer in my arms. I'd already napped in the car, and after going three rounds since morning, even I couldn't ignore the fatigue. Of course, no matter how tired I was, since she'd gotten me so worked up, I made sure to return both punishment and reward in full. The result was her clinging to me under the blanket with not a single thread on her body.
Jia must've heard us rolling around, because she never came back to the room after going to brush her teeth.
“…Hey.”
“Mm…”
“Hinami.”
“Yeah…”
I poke her soft cheeks repeatedly, trying to wake her. Unlike me, she'd slept soundly in a fluffy bed, yet she looks more exhausted than I am and shows no sign of waking. It's not like she has separation anxiety and can't sleep without me—Haeun doesn't lose sleep just because I'm gone either. Figuring she was just tired from playing around, I slip my arm under her neck as a pillow and reach for my phone first.
I message Haeun right away. Surprisingly, she doesn't get angry; she just replies with an emoticon meaning “okay.” Feeling a twinge of self-loathing for wondering whether I should take that bitterly or feel proud of her independence, I open Haeun's YouTube channel and start cleaning up the comments like I always do when I have time.
I'm deleting the usual sex jokes that don't even stir anything in me anymore when I notice a sudden increase in female subscribers lately. I pause, curious.
…Why would women watch this channel? Even if it's packaged elegantly, it's still a channel that sells her body, or to put it crudely, sells her tits like Haeun said.
“Ah.”
One account in particular stands out—someone gushing with the most over-the-top compliments about her looks and skills. I click it and check the channel. It reeks of a high school girl; it's not a concept, it's real. There's a Twitter link, so I follow it and find she's a hardcore otaku cosplayer, short and petite. Completely different from Haeun.
…Is she a fan of Haeun the way people stan idols? Maybe she wants to become like her, cheering her on like an idol.
Just thinking that such a person exists makes my cock, already hard since waking up, grow even stiffer. It's fascinating. Right now, someone a thousand times more famous than Haeun is in my arms.
“Mm… Oppa? What are you looking at…?”
“Oh, hey. Just a sec.”
“…”
Setting personal feelings aside, I'm scrolling through the tweets to analyze whether these kinds of fans could become part of Haeun's audience when Hinami wakes up. She rubs her eyes, instinctively snatches my phone, checks what I was looking at, and her expression visibly sours in real time.
…This is the first time I've seen her make that face at me since we met.
Even when I tell her to lick my toes she just giggles, yet now she's giving me this look. It's oddly refreshing.
“…What exactly are you doing? Sleeping with such a cute girl and doing this.”
“It's not what you think.”
“If it's not, then what is it? …Getting hard while looking at another girl's tweets.”
“It got hard because it brushed against you, and that was…”
“Wow… And she's literally a high schooler? Not a metaphor or joke? …So that's your taste, Oppa? She's not even dressed lewdly, yet you went out of your way to find this…”
“I said it's not like that.”
The genuine contempt in her eyes, combined with Hinami tightly gripping my cock, sends an even fresher wave of sensation surging through me. Explaining wouldn't be that hard, but she doesn't look like she'll listen anyway. To savor this rare moment of genuine disdain from Hinami, I simply keep my mouth shut. She lets out a deep sigh and glares at me like I'm pathetic.
“…No wonder. You kept trying to make me wear a school uniform whenever you were bored.”
“Hey, you were the one who brought it and wore it.”
“What about Unnie? You made Unnie wear a school uniform too, didn't you?”
“…That part's true.”
Playing along, I act like a pathetic man myself, matching her suspicion. I don't particularly enjoy being insulted, but my desire to fuck a woman who's insulting me is overflowing. Normally I wouldn't crave dopamine this badly, but since this girl flipped my switch, I had no choice.
“Haa, seriously. How did I end up falling for a guy like this…”
“…So you hate it?”
“Ah, come on. Don't cling to me. I'm trying to just brush it off like nothing happened…”
Since I can't fuck Jia right now, and both Haeun and Hinami are showing me affection, opportunities like this are rare. I forcefully pin down Hinami as she pushes me away with obvious disappointment, snatch the phone, and toss it aside.
“Move. You perverted rapist loli-obsessed Oppa.”
“I don't like girls with small chests.”
“Ah, right. Of course. The girl you were looking at earlier had big ones, though.”
“Did she? I don't really remember.”
“Yeah, yeah. I can tell you're pretending not to remember. Move.”
I wrap my arms around the sulking Hinami and plop my twitching cock onto her thigh. Without another word, I press my cheek against hers and let her feel the sound of my blood rushing through my veins.
“Are you sulking?”
“Yes. I'm sulking.”
“Why? You don't get jealous easily.”
“I do get jealous, okay? …Oppa should act like Oppa, but getting hard while looking at high school girl photos is just disappointing.”
“Why not? A guy can get turned on looking at high school girl photos.”
“Wow… So you really are a lolicon?”
“I jerked off to your debut photos before.”
“…”
…Not really, but I whisper the kind of thing she might want to hear. “Ah, I use your fancams sometimes too. It's hot, right? Seeing the fresh-faced girl moaning under me.”
“…Pervert.”
Mixing in a bit of truth with the lies, I melt Hinami with a 50-50 blend. I keep the intensity just right so her pouty expression doesn't disappear.
“Says the girl who tried to seduce me into getting both you and Jia pregnant so we could teabag the fans.”
“You taught me that. …It's all your fault for turning a pure virgin who didn't know a single man into this masochistic pervert.”
“What are you saying when you sucked my cock the first time we met?”
“Back then I didn't know you were a lolicon…”
When I sit up and look down at her, Hinami turns her head away, tracing circles on my chest with her finger while giggling. …It would've been more fun if she'd sulked a little longer. Feeling slightly disappointed, I stroke the embarrassed girl and whisper something else that deserves another slap.
“I wish I'd met you a few years earlier.”
“…You're insane, seriously?”
“Why? Don't you think it would've been more fun if we'd met since your debut?”
“If it was my debut, I wouldn't have been a high schooler—I'd have been a middle schooler.”
“The age gap is the same either way. …And if we'd met when you were younger, I could've enjoyed watching you become famous from the sidelines.”
“Wow…”
Meeting her contemptuous gaze head-on, I smile as pervertedly as possible while she looks at me with disbelief yet shows a hint of interest. I place my finger on her slightly parted lips and press my mouth to her ear, adding one final line.
“Dating a famous girl and watching the girl you're dating become famous feel different. …Hard to say which is better.”
“…You're talking about me and Unnie, right.”
“Yeah.”
“Exactly how are they different?”
“The former gets me hard during sex… The latter gets me hard the more famous she becomes. …Get the difference?”
“…I think I get it, and it makes me a little uncomfortable.”
“Why.”
“Because it feels like I'm on the same level as a lolicon like you…”
“You are.”
I didn't approach her because of her body. I didn't seduce her with my looks either. Only she would understand this fetish—me whispering that I'm “Seo Haeun's Master,” hoping I'll become “Seo Jia's Master” too.
“Seriously… How did a lolicon like you manage to seduce someone as stacked as Haeun Unnie? Amazing.”
“That's not it. Among the women I've been with, you're the youngest, you know? Most of the girls I met during my player days were noonas.”
“Shut up. Says the guy who cums buckets inside a twenty-year-old idol baby.”
“I don't care if you're seventeen, twenty, or twenty-seven.”
“Don't lie… Every time you whisper that I was still wearing a school uniform until recently, your cock gets rock hard.”
“What guy wouldn't get hard hearing that?”
“Wouldn't your real fans get angry instead of turned on?”
“They'd probably get hard if they heard too.”
“…That might be true… Ah, wait. Oppa, right after waking up…”
“Shut up. …You were the one who got hard first, you little brat. You thought I'd just let it go?”
“I'm sorry, Oppa… Ha, ah… Heh. Hehe…”
…At least in my circle, she's the only girl more perverted than me. Even though I have a girl with a great body, a pretty face, and complete devotion to me, only Hinami can drag me into this swamp of dopamine. I fall into that swamp once more, discarding reason and surrendering to instinct. Maybe even conscience, common sense, and morality—throwing all of it into the swamp with me.