Exposure (6)
With the new semester looming, Kim Wonbu woke up in a foul mood. The moment he opened his eyes he grabbed his phone, only to be slapped with horrible news in broad daylight.
“...What the fuck.”
The filthy Twitter account he followed religiously had been deleted. In his entire life, the only body he’d ever liked more belonged to that idol Seo Jia. Losing a honeypot account like that overnight left Kim Wonbu utterly devastated.
After a long, silent scream and a few invisible tears, he started wondering if the account had been wiped because of the DM he’d sent. The regret hit him like a truck.
“Ha…”
Had he really sliced open the belly of the goose that laid the golden eggs with his own two hands? He would never know the truth, but the more he imagined it, the heavier his heart grew.
If he’d at least gotten one golden egg out of it, maybe he could have lived with the loss. But he hadn’t. Unable to stand the hollow ache of losing a pleasure that was anything but trivial, Kim Wonbu spent the rest of the day wandering in search of a replacement golden egg.
No matter what he looked at, nothing came close to the glittering one that had vanished.
Eventually he got up without eating, stared at garbage for hours, and only succeeded in piling self-loathing on top of his misery. As a last resort he turned to the closest substitute he could find—Seo Jia’s fancam clips.
In truth, Kim Wonbu had always been a fan of the idol Seo Jia. The reason he’d grown obsessed with that secret account was because the body type was so similar. Of course, no matter how pathetic he was, he wasn’t depraved enough to jerk off to mere fancams. His real goal was to watch the videos with a serious eye and convince himself the faceless woman he could no longer reach was just sour grapes.
Yet even while staring at an idol who could be called the sexiest in all of Korea without exaggeration, that strange sense of dissatisfaction refused to disappear. Maybe it was because the woman saved on his SSD had an even narrower waist than the one in the videos. Or maybe her skin had looked smoother and paler—though that could have been editing.
The important thing was that not even Seo Jia could satisfy him anymore.
Unable to fill the gaping hole in his chest, Kim Wonbu drifted over to AV videos, wandered through them endlessly, and finally realized something was still missing. He set his phone down. He had unexpectedly discovered that the male performers were killing his boner.
Only after switching to Western porn was he finally able to dump his hollow lust. It was well past noon by the time he reheated yesterday’s leftover chicken in the air fryer, all while savoring a level of self-loathing he had never felt before in his life.
“...”
While gnawing on the dry chicken breast, Kim Wonbu resolved to start going to the gym tomorrow. He stroked the belly that no longer showed any trace of muscle and let out a heavy sigh. No matter how hard he trained, turning into the man from the video before he hit thirty seemed impossible.
He cursed the unfairness of the world, but after finishing the breast and moving on to the leg, his mind changed instantly. He refunded the gym membership he had mentally purchased earlier.
…No matter how he looked at it, it seemed far more realistic for the man in the video to make a new account for his girlfriend than for Kim Wonbu himself to change.
Fuck, I’m exhausted.
When I thought about it, it was obvious. The second I got off work I’d spent the entire day doing that. Still weighed down by anxiety I couldn’t shake, I left Haeun sleeping beside me and scoured every community board I could find.
I’d hoped the whole thing would just blow over without a single mention, but on one anonymous site I found a post that referenced what happened yesterday.
And of all places, it was in the minor gallery for Seo Haeun that I had thrown together on the spot.
One of the few witnesses, including Hwang Suah. The tone suggested they had no idea what had actually happened. There were no replies yet. The view count was still in the single digits.
That made sense. The gallery was practically a ghost town—maybe one post a day on a good day. The real problem was whether I should delete the thread or leave it alone. If I left it, people might eventually find it and start spreading weird rumors. But if I deleted it, the original poster might grow suspicious.
“Mmm…?”
While I sat there half-naked, frowning at my phone since dawn, Haeun—who was wearing nothing but panties—rolled over and clung to my back.
“...What are you doing first thing in the morning?”
“Ah, it’s nothing. …Hey, what are you—”
Her impossibly soft skin crept against mine. She breathed warmly against my neck, peered over my shoulder at the screen, then snatched the phone away. She quickly typed something and handed it back with a languid smile.
A brutally honest—and brutally heavy—reply. I grabbed her slender shoulder, lowering my voice to scold her.
“Are you out of your mind?”
“...I posted it so you’d delete the thread?”
Haeun, caught in my grip, simply stared back at me without a hint of anxiety and answered boldly. The moment I faltered, her fingers circled my nipple a few times.
“You’re the owner of that board anyway, Juhyuk. …Some random weirdo left a nasty comment, so just delete the whole post, right?”
“...”
She gathered her long hair like a brush and slowly pushed it into my ear, tickling me while she continued in a calm voice. Her logic was so strangely convincing that I nodded even as my ear was assaulted by the rustling sound.
Grinning, Haeun slid the blanket off, climbed on top of me, and began planting soft kisses on the shell of my ear.
“I’m not an idiot. …I do a ton of ego-searching, you know?”
“Then how the hell did you make a mistake like that?”
“That was… even regular streamers miss stuff like that. It was a bug in the first place. Are you really going to keep blaming me?”
“I’m just worried about you.”
“The person who’s so worried did that to me yesterday… ah…”
She was already rubbing herself against my cock through our underwear. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I grabbed her breast hard and planted my other hand on her hip. Haeun let out a lewd moan and swallowed audibly, then naturally bent over me, tugging both her panties and my boxers down in one smooth motion.
“You have to go to work soon. Is this okay?”
“I’ll just skip one set.”
“You’ll lose muscle.”
“Don’t you think I look better with a little less muscle in a woman’s eyes?”
“But if your strength drops—”
“...”
“If my Master turns into a deflated balloon and can’t even lift me properly, then doggy style would be… Kyaa! Hey, say something before you get up…!”
I lifted the horny Haeun who had been craving a morning fuck and used her body exactly the way she wanted. It was a little stiff, and the usual morning dryness was there, but her warm onahole clung to me with practiced skill and refused to let go. Thanks to that, I was able to pound away like I was lifting fifty kilos while drenched in sweat from the very start of the day.
At the gym I could easily handle four times that weight, yet this felt strangely draining. The “cleaning” session in the shower afterward was just as electrifying as always.
…I had almost forgotten to delete the post.
“Ah, Boss…”
“…Yeah, hey.”
I arrived at the gym still riding that electric afterglow and without thinking, but the sight of the face I should be deeply grateful to instantly cleared my head.
…Come to think of it, if it hadn’t been for her I would’ve been completely fucked. My dick had literally been exposed, after all. It felt a little awkward knowing one of my employees had seen my private life. Though showing her my cock was probably more awkward.
“Juhyuk hyung! You’re here!”
“Can you please stop calling me hyung at the gym?”
“Aigoo, Boss. Welcome back.”
“Ahaha…”
Before the awkward silence could stretch any longer, one of the trainers inside popped out and shattered the mood. Thanks to him I was able to grumble and sweep the awkwardness away together with him. Suah, who had also been embarrassed, was able to continue the conversation in the new atmosphere.
…Ha, I really can’t handle managing people at my age.
I pretended nothing had happened, sent the trainer back inside, changed clothes, and approached Suah at the counter.
“…Um, Boss?”
“About yesterday… thank you. Haeun told me to say it.”
“Ah… yes.”
“Want me to buy you a meal sometime? With her too…”
“No no no, it’s fine…”
“No, I’m buying. What do you like?”
“Ah, wait…!”
When you owe someone, you pay them back. That was basic human decency. Beyond that, I still hadn’t found a replacement worker. If she quit because things felt awkward, it would be a disaster. I decided to win her favor even with empty flattery and naturally pulled out my phone to search Hwang Suah’s Instagram and see what she liked to eat.
“…S-stop.”
She rushed at me in a panic, snatched the phone from my hand, and hid it trembling behind her back.
…Why is she reacting like that? There was no need to go this far…