Ten Minutes After the Disaster
The moment that bastard’s legs started moving again was ten minutes later.
It was pure fucking timing, really. If I’d just sat there quietly and let the pain fade, I wouldn’t have ended up like this. Instead, the sight of Da-jeong’s virgin pussy gleaming right in front of me hit me like a truck. I moved my legs without thinking, my ankle twisted hard, and my sanity snapped right along with it.
“Fuck…! Da-jeong… Da-jeong…! Augh! It hurts like hell…”
My mouth kept opening on its own, spilling out garbage words while my arms reached for her, trying to grab her any way I could. My legs, though, kept flailing uselessly in mid-air, pounding away like I was jackhammering the fucking floor.
“Ah, aaah…! Da-jeong… I was wrong… I messed up… so please, come back to me… okay…?”
The second I regained control of my mouth, it started spilling out desperation like a broken faucet, begging her to stay.
Even I could see how pathetic this was. I couldn’t even think of anything better than what I was doing right now.
My head was a complete mess.
The main cause was the guilt gnawing at me. This guy—who supposedly loved virgins more than anything—had just blown his entire future in the most important moment of his life. And it wasn’t even like he was trying to; he’d literally handed himself a one-way ticket to the abyss with his own hands.
Thinking about how I’d looked just seconds ago made my teeth ache.
Even if knowing she was a virgin had felt like the best thing in the world, I still hadn’t been able to plan ahead while she was crying and throwing accusations at me. It was disgusting. I was starting to wonder if I wasn’t even human anymore.
Father, Mother… I’m sorry.
I guess I raised a monster worse than any animal.
After I got kicked out of the house, I wanted to find one sharp arrow and stab this insane bastard right between the eyes. Even though I knew deep down she’d been anything but a virgin, it felt completely wrong. I had treated this pure Jeong Da-jeong like a whore. The heavens were falling on me and I still couldn’t see anything beyond my own filth. I wanted to believe that my lack of common sense had blinded me.
It was impossible to accept on any level.
What the hell had that god been thinking when he paired us up?
Did he just want to film some crazy cuckold video? Well, I could at least call it a divine prank and let it go at that.
The real problem was that I didn’t want to admit my own stupidity had created this result.
I’d worked face-to-face with Da-jeong every single day at the cafe. She was the only person who gave everything to this place—like it was her own shop.
[Please go home first. The manager isn’t really that detail-oriented, so I can’t leave the closing duties to him. Just stand there and don’t get in the way—go home already.]
She would scold me with a pout, but still poured her soul into running the cafe better than anyone else.
There was one night when I’d come back after she’d left early because I forgot something, and I’d stood there watching her for a little while.
She was wiping sweat off her face even though she looked exhausted, but she kept cleaning the inside like her life depended on it.
It took her two hours that day.
Other nights it took three.
No matter how late it got, she’d work until dawn for the next day. Now that I thought about it, Aunt was right. Da-jeong and I had the same routine: the cafe was her home and home was her cafe. So how the hell had this girl with her whole heart in this place met any man?
She’d said it herself,
[Even on weekends I’m always free.]
And Aunt had confirmed it.
[The ultimate homebody.]
I’d somehow convinced myself this pure, heavenly Jeong Da-jeong was a whore. And all because I’d been swayed by one “not a virgin.” A guy like me who’d already known everything—how ridiculous.
She was too stupid to even curse me out. If I’d been hit by an asteroid in the street and died, I wouldn’t have had a word to say.
Anyone who saw my pathetic end would probably laugh and say “good riddance.” The whole world seemed to be mocking me right now.
But the excitement still didn’t fade.
Baek A-in = Jeong Da-jeong.
The last missing piece of the puzzle had finally clicked. I’d found the woman of my dreams.
It was the moment my fate had been completely flipped.
In my eyes, Da-jeong looked like a goddess.
Could I really date this kind of beauty?
I imagined holding her hand and walking down the street.
Just five seconds. That was it. Anything longer was impossible.
Some god would probably throw a dart straight into my one good eye.
But the filthy part was that I couldn’t stop the image.
Any man would’ve done the same thing.
Because my phone was storing her naked body right there.
The second I realized what I was about to do was a crime, my hands started shaking as I opened the gallery.
[Da-jeong] folder. Two perfect photos stored there.
Even in thumbnail size, the moment I saw her flawless naked skin, my dick twitched below me.
It felt like I’d almost come just from looking.
Hah… How long I’d waited for this thrill again.
For one second, a possibility flashed.
What if I blackmail her with the video I already have, force her to spread for me?
This crazy bastard… I’ve gone completely insane…
The sweet, kind-hearted Da-jeong was still walking around because of her big heart. After I’d grabbed her tits in that alley, she’d already been at risk of social ruin.
But what I wanted wasn’t that kind of “eating” her.
I was a hopeless romantic to the core.
Slap!
I pressed my stinging cheek with my palm and let out a tiny sob.
It hurt so bad I wanted to die.
Slap…!
I needed two more slaps to clear my head, so I gave myself one more.
My mind snapped back and my dick stood up again.
…Just once more?
Honestly, I was a hopeless case.
Even now I was thinking about keeping her photo without deleting it.
Even if one picture would send me down the road to hell, I couldn’t delete it myself.
It was taken with my phone, no editing at all, yet every single inch of her body was perfect.
Normally a girl would miss either her breasts or her hips, but she had both—plus the collarbone and neckline that made any man go crazy.
Especially that pink pussy that had stolen my heart from the very beginning. It was going to curse my stupid judgment forever.
I wanted to scream, “I should’ve noticed back then, you bastard!”
Yeah. I had to admit it.
I was just a dumbass.
But from now on, I was going to be that kind of dumbass who only knew virgin Jeong Da-jeong.
I quickly unbuckled my belt and pulled my cock free.
I didn’t even know how long it had been since I’d felt this hard and heavy.
I gripped the table with one hand and stared at the photo of Da-jeong’s naked body.
The photo taken in her room with the band-aid still on.
My head automatically shook.
This was a complete failure.
Covering that beautiful virgin pussy with a stupid band-aid.
I boldly tossed it in the trash and looked at the last remaining photo.
A few days ago, when I’d stripped her completely here in the office, she’d been sitting in my chair with her legs spread wide.
The pussy had that pink hue, and clear fluids were dripping down it, like she’d just come.
Gulp…
Was I even human anymore?
She had her hips pushed forward, legs spread wide open, and still no sign of shyness at all.
She was just beautiful. The perfect word for her was a cute little daughter who made me crazy.
“Haaaa… Da-jeong… Da-jeong…”
Only now did it hit me.
A life without Da-jeong had no value at all.
Just from seeing how firm my cock was, the answer had come to me.
Had I ever gripped a solid pillar like this while shaking it?
Probably not.
And I never would find a girl who could top her.
Right now my excitement had reached its peak.
The cum shooting out was endless, and my hips moved on their own, bouncing wildly to match the back-and-forth motion of my hand.
Because I was stupid enough not to realize this whole thing was under her blessing, the pre-cum that had been building slowly finally reached its climax.
“Ugh…!”
Staring at the ropes of cum shooting toward the ceiling like they were trying to break through, I grinned like an idiot.
This was definitely the best orgasm of Baek Jeong-hyun’s life.
So I had no choice but to pour endless gratitude toward the rainbow-colored Da-jeong rising in front of me.
“Da-jeong, I fucking love you.”
This was my first love confession.
Even if she might never feel the same, it didn’t matter.
A future where Da-jeong didn’t love me probably existed.
No, it was more likely than not.
The image of me in her eyes would be a crazy guy jerking off to a porn movie in broad daylight.
Even so, I couldn’t give up on her.
I would turn this cafe into her lifelong job somehow.
If she wouldn’t love me, I’d at least watch over her from the side.
Just knowing I could see my favorite heroine, Baek A-in, in real life made me the luckiest man alive.
“Da-jeong. Just wait a little longer. I’ll fix this somehow, okay?”
Even though it took half an hour to wipe up all the traces I’d spilled in the bathroom and come back outside, my heart burned hotter than ever.
Just in case, I grabbed the laptop I’d put in the storage room.
Since all the manuscripts and materials were already in the cloud, starting the work was easy.
I opened the Baek A-in chapter of and created a new document.
[Jeong Da-jeong]
Even though I’d never soothed a woman before, I remembered how to handle the love battle between Baek A-in and Lee Tae-hyun and figured I could figure it out.
I grabbed the beer bottle I’d brought from the convenience store and chugged it down.
I couldn’t work with a clear head, so I downed three bottles in total.
“Alright. Baek Jeong-hyun. Let’s begin.”
With three beers down, I started the work of my life.