The Lewd Girl's Heartbreak
Now it’s finally okay to watch you. Don’t pull your hand away. I’ll take the photos just like that.
That’s how this story ends.
Sniff… sniffling… sniffling…
Click!
It turns out even a girl like me couldn’t be Baek Jeong-hyeon’s match.
It really had been an out-of-reach dream.
“Just so you know, starting tomorrow I won’t watch over you the way I did today. If you don’t appeal to me, I’ll close the store right away. If you don’t want to get the kind of lesson we just had in the bathroom during daylight hours, go easy on masturbation and go to bed early. Got it?”
“Hic… yes… yes…”
“…Good. My business here is done, so I’ll be going. Come to work on time tomorrow.”
No dinner that evening. No long-awaited deflowering ceremony.
All that had been revealed was that I was a girl crazy about masturbation and that my pitiful little pussy had only ever been good for band-aids.
“Hic… my life… everything’s ruined… sniffling… hic…”
I stared at the spot where he’d left, sniffling endlessly, then wandered to the living room, grabbed the dildo I’d shoved into a corner, and brought it back.
“Baek Jeong-hyeon… how cruel… You don’t even know what’s in my heart… and you took those shameful photos… and now you’re telling me not to masturbate either… really… it’s so cruel…”
Just like yesterday, I hung the dildo on the bed’s headboard, slid it into place, and pressed it straight against my pussy.
It was only at level seven—much lower than yesterday.
“Well… it’s ruined anyway… I’m going to do whatever I want… sniffling… all night… and I’m never going to come to work…”
Even though I still felt exactly the same about him, this false emotion would surely disappear in a day.
But today’s target was the clit I hadn’t managed yesterday, and I was the kind of girl who got my waist bent in an instant if I was stimulated even a little down there.
“I’ll never forgive you… sniffling… I’ll hate you forever…!”
Wiiiiing—!
“Hwaaaang……!”
The fountain that followed right after the climax was probably an accurate expression of the despair I felt in this very moment.
The jet of water shot skyward as if it wanted to pierce the ceiling, then collapsed in an instant, just like the water that loses its force at the top.
“Heuk… snuf… it’s… really… it was true… I… I really liked you… why didn’t you even notice at all… snuuuung…”
Because my rage lasted only five seconds.
As always, after the euphoric climax faded, the empty space left by my anger filled with feelings for him.
I immediately closed the dildo app and opened the gallery to look at his face.
“Hee… it’s our oppa~.”
Touching the screen filled with his face brought a smile to my own.
I really was an irremediable idiot.
“I love oppa so much… hee hee…”
Even after what I’d just done, I still found this man unbearably lovable.
My first love would probably be hard to end.
I’d been far too stupid to let it end like this.
A girl who only knew one man.
*
I had no idea what kind of crazy thing I was doing right now.
Just like a hamster running on a wheel, I’d be cursing him while masturbating, then a fountain would erupt and I’d drift into a fluffy dream of happily embracing Baek Jeong-hyeon and exchanging sweet love, only to feel a heavy weight when I saw the empty bed beside me and start resenting him again.
The hamster could move its body all it wanted to relieve stress, but I felt as if the slightest pause might trigger a disaster.
I kept my hand moving up and down in habit, teasing my breasts and pussy.
“Ah… ah hic… oppa… feels so good… snuuung…”
Calling out to the man who’d left me behind, I begged for pleasure.
I’d been repeating this for two whole hours.
Even though I thought I was the biggest idiot in the world, I didn’t have the courage to stop.
If I simply let my insane desire pile up and lost control of my sanity, I was afraid I’d carry out the dangerous fantasies that had been swirling in my head since earlier.
For example, barging into Baek Jeong-hyeon’s house right now, blackmailing him with attempted rape, and demanding he pull out his dick.
No. That could never happen, Da-jeong.
Right. I knew better than anyone why such things were forbidden.
I could endure anything, but oppa never could.
I could see it as a way oppa loved me, but oppa would feel terrified of a filthy female dog pouncing on him.
I loved oppa, but he didn’t love me.
Even if I somehow got his dick inside me and made him cum, I’d end up facing him with a gaze stained by contempt and hatred.
Yet for some reason, that single method felt like an absolute certainty: the only way to win Baek Jeong-hyeon’s heart.
If his favorite pussy were one that was so tight he could crush me with just one hand and gush out water with every thrust, and if I let him fuck me only once, then Baek Jeong-hyeon might keep coming back to me because he’d never forget that taste.
There was even the saying that a perfect match could spark real love after many nights together…
Wasn’t there a chance that such a miracle would happen to me?
“Ha… ha ha……”
Laughing was all I could do.
Da-jeong, have you finally gone crazy?
If I got truly furious, would a man like Lee Tae-hyun who normally choked women with rough curses be willing to submit to me?
If anything, I’d be lucky if he didn’t arrest me for illegal trespassing.
I must really have been a dumb girl.
At this point I felt as if I’d already gone insane.
A normal girl would have first asked the guy she’d dated to help her graduate from virginity, but Jeong Da-jeong, the crazy girl, had collected her exposure photos like a collection, shown them to him as if by accident to arouse him, and then begged him to rape her and make her his.
Even if I went back to that moment now, I’d still have made the same choice.
After those light touches on my first day at work had sent me into bliss, my heart had raced like crazy every time I looked at that man the entire time I was in the cafe.
Just the sight of him made my ears burn red and I had to flee the room.
Yet I still craved even a little of that sweet breath, so whenever I had the chance I’d secretly sneak close to him with my phone in hand, pretending not to notice.
Every single time, I would get drunk on that hot breath and soak my panties with my pussy juices.
If this wasn’t fated love, then what was?
So I had to love him. I had to make him love me.
Any way I could.
“Ha… but what am I supposed to do….”
I was driven to despair, yet no solution came to mind.
I should have just made oppa watch me cum while rolling my eyes back in ecstasy.
If I’d given myself just ten minutes—or even five—I could have soaked the bed sheets thickly with the female scent that was driving me crazy right now…
Then perhaps, drunk on my own pheromones, oppa wouldn’t have been able to control himself and would have rushed in to fuck me…
But I’d already let that long-lost chance slip away with a heavy heart and simply collapsed onto the bed beside me.
The dampness all over my body was sending an unpleasant feeling, but I didn’t feel like changing the sheets even for a moment.
I just wanted to rest like this, satisfied that my long masturbation session had finally ended.
“A good method… if there was just one….”
I decided to think about it.
First, confessing my feelings was impossible right now.
After everything I’d revealed—my dildo addiction, my love of outdoor exposure and taking body photos, and that pathetic pussy that only knew band-aids—what would happen if I suddenly said, “From oppa’s first day, I really loved him. I want to be his girlfriend.”
I was curious.
I didn’t want to find out myself.
But I was clearly a sight that wouldn’t win a normal man’s favor.
Even Baek Jeong-hyeon, a pervert just like me, had indirectly hinted that he wanted me as a slave or toy rather than a girlfriend, so my image was probably already completely ruined.
Yet I felt strangely unjust.
After all, I had simply copied the character Baek A-in from the novel.
So why had Lee Tae-hyun been seduced while Baek Jeong-hyeon had been able to resist?
I thought it over carefully.
His favorite heroine.
What made me less than Baek A-in?
Even though I didn’t want to say it out loud, there was actually one thing where I was superior to her.
Our looks were similar, but my breasts were a little fuller.
Those breasts that oppa had kneaded without mercy with just one hand would definitely be more attractive to him than hers.
So why was it like this?
Why did I, who had been exposed as the most lewd pervert, end up with something as absurd as a band-aid climax instead of real pleasure?
The answer wouldn’t come, and my desperation only grew stronger.