The Secret Account (2)
Today, after finishing his daily quest, Kim Wonbu sat chugging beer as usual. Lately, he had picked up a new hobby beyond gaming and idol fandom—scouring Twitter for his daily “side dishes.” Ever since his breakup, he had thrown himself into 2D, but after enjoying that offline event last time, he seemed to have discovered a fresh fetish. It made sense. The cosplayer he saw for the first time that day had been a woman with an absurdly massive chest. From that point on, Wonbu began following all sorts of cosplayers on Twitter, naturally dipping his toes into lewd accounts and enjoying a rather satisfying life.
“Hmm…”
Of course, it went without saying that Twitter—the underbelly of the underbelly—didn’t exactly overflow with stunning beauties. Most posts were either heavily edited or had faces completely hidden. Still, Wonbu, who had always been perfectly content with 2D, didn’t place much importance on what the real person looked like. After all, he had no intention of meeting them in real life, so what did it matter? Besides, the woman who had left the strongest impression on him had been shockingly beautiful even without filters, so he could just use her as his standard. She had been openly walking around with a boyfriend, but… so what? It wasn’t like he could date her anyway. If anything, seeing her with an alpha male suited his tastes far better than imagining her with some sweaty pig or scrawny anchovy.
“…Oh.”
In that sense, the tweet he had just found was exactly his type. Unfortunately, it wasn’t a cosplay photo, but a nude shot that would get anyone banned if posted on a public community. A black-haired woman lay face-down on a bed while a muscular man pounded into her from behind. The woman’s body traced such beautiful curves that she could have been a model, and the man’s physique was so impressive that Wonbu couldn’t help but wonder if he was on steroids. The angle hid both of their genitals, and the quality wasn’t great, but their bodies were so incredible that Wonbu unconsciously saved the photo anyway.
The strange part was that the man’s hands were both resting on the woman’s hips. Whether someone else had taken the picture or the phone had been propped up, Wonbu didn’t care—he immediately interpreted it in the most arousing way possible and followed the account without a second thought.
“Hmm…”
With a deadly serious expression, he scrolled through the tweets. The account only had a handful of posts, which left him slightly disappointed. The follower count was barely under two hundred, and it was only following one person. Still, gaining that many followers with just three tweets meant the account would probably grow quickly. For now, though, it wasn’t enough to satisfy a horny Wonbu. Even a four-second GIF would have been enough for him to enjoy.
Unable to soothe his disappointment, he kept browsing similar photos when a sudden, unusually clever thought struck him.
“…Is this guy her boyfriend?”
The account was only following one person. The bio and the empty tweet contents suggested it wasn’t someone desperately looking for sex or trying to make money. If a woman like that was only following one account, it was probably her boyfriend. The idea felt very plausible. Without hesitation, Wonbu clicked on the account she was following to see what kind of man it was.
But the account had no tweets at all. It only followed dozens of lewd accounts, a few of which followed it back. After thinking it over, Wonbu concluded his guess was correct. There was no reason to follow an account with zero posts unless it belonged to a boyfriend or a sex partner.
“Hmm…”
Finished with his reasoning, Wonbu returned to being a monkey ruled by lust and stared at the unknown woman’s tweets. No matter how many times he looked, he couldn’t help but admire her body and skin. Even accounting for editing, it was hard to look away from those curves and that perfectly flat stomach. Her breasts looked deliciously heavy too. The cute little heart tattoo on her lower belly was ridiculously erotic. Even the blurred mosaic over her pussy looked plump and soft from what he could see, making him obsess over her even more.
Still, just looking at photos felt like a waste, so he was about to search for something else when—
“…Whoa.”
A fresh four-second GIF had just been uploaded. Wonbu let out an involuntary gasp and, for the first time ever with this account, sent a DM.
He begged for more uploads. One to the female lead in the video. Probably one to the male lead too. Both messages carried a sense of respect.
Her heart pounded violently. She knew exactly what she was doing, which only made it worse. The pressure that everything would be over if she got caught crushed her stomach and throat, making it hard to breathe. But even that painful tension had become familiar by now. Because she had figured out how to release it.
“Hoo… ah…”
After roughly rubbing her clit with foam-covered hands, she let out a hollow breath and escaped the pressure. The woman in the photo had a different hair color and skin tone—nothing like her. She had simply uploaded it to an anonymous account that no one knew about. Thanks to Kang Juhyuk, who even edited the four-second video and handed it to her, she could erase her fear. He probably wanted her to upload it herself while trembling in terror of being caught, but with how carefully he had edited everything, she didn’t think she would be exposed. After all, he didn’t want this relationship to become public either.
She ran her foam-covered hand over her chest a few times to calm her slowing heartbeat, then let warm water soak her entire body in complete liberation.
“Haa…”
The hot water on her hair made her already relaxed body feel even more languid. The more she thought about it, the more she realized this was a transgression with zero risk. It was actually several times safer than the things she used to do without any sense of danger. At least the photos he edited and sent her had no clothes on her at all. The public only knew her outer appearance anyway—they didn’t know what was hidden underneath. Ironically, by hiding what was normally shown and revealing what was usually hidden, there was no way she would be caught.
She knew it was self-justification, but it wasn’t serious enough to make her suffer in fear. She could just enjoy it secretly like last time. Holding a secret that no one else knew. Instead of cursing her fans who supported her, she could curse the ones pouring ugly desires onto her.
“…”
She no longer needed to curse her fans or feel self-loathing. Finishing her shower with a much lighter heart, she picked up her phone. As usual, more DMs had piled up. But one stood out.
A rare, polite DM. Seeing someone beg for an encore as if she were still an idol left her with complicated feelings. Was this person also her fan? If so, were they a fan of Seo Jia? Of Seo Yeeun? Or of the anonymous tweeter @bhunijmko? Whichever it was, did she have any obligation to respond? At least as an idol, she existed because of her fans’ support and attention. But in this place where no one knew her name, even without pathetic people like this, there wouldn’t be any problem.
So she used a word she could never say to Seo Jia’s fans and sent a scolding reply to the only person who had been polite to her. Honestly, her personality was trash—disgusting, even. But the person scrolling through this kind of tweet was no different from her, so she felt no guilt. Maybe they would even like it? Just like how Kang Juhyuk got extremely excited whenever he saw her scared or disgusted face.
“…How the hell did this bastard find out?”
A DM had suddenly arrived from an unknown account, begging for more GIFs. At first, he thought it was nonsense, but after checking, it turned out to be one of Seo Jia’s followers. He wondered how they had found him, and after thinking it through, he realized Seo Jia was only following one account—his. So they must have sent the DM here. Knowing that didn’t really mean anything, but it left him with an unpleasant feeling. Especially since he couldn’t even tell from the DM whether the target was him or Seo Jia. Wanting to shake off that subtle discomfort, he reached over to Haeun, who was sitting beside him on the sofa, and grabbed her breast.
“…”
She didn’t even react anymore, as if it were normal. He liked that everyday attitude, so he slipped his hand under her tank top and squeezed her firm breast like rice cake.
…Honestly, her breasts were far better than the other two. In size, areola size, and softness. If his hands were average, Hinami’s would have been enough, but since his hands were large even for a baseball player, Haeun’s chest suited him perfectly.
“…Juhyuk. What do you want for dinner?”
“Uh… cream pasta?”
While casually fondling her breast, he swallowed the milk that had come to mind and mentioned another dish made from it. Haeun gave him a strange look, but he just stared back shamelessly with a confident expression.
“What.”
“…You do that with Hinami and Jia when I’m not around, then get all worked up for milk the moment she leaves?”
“No, it’s not like that.”
“If you want it that badly, drink it. Here. Drink.”
But after checking his phone, Haeun had grown strangely sulky. She climbed on top of him, pulled her tank top open, and provocatively offered her breasts. …Of course, it would probably taste incredibly sweet. But since he had literally been milked for two days straight, he wanted to rest for at least one day, so instead of sucking on her nipple, he simply hugged her tightly.
“She’s like that because I haven’t seen her in a while. …Honestly, I do it with you all the time.”
“…If you’re not going to do anything, don’t touch my chest.”
“I want to. My body’s just tired.”
“Sure.”
Still grumbling and pouting, the only thing he could do for Haeun was praise her. After all, he couldn’t put down the other women. …Unless she tripped and fell on her own.