How to Make the Lewd Girl My Girlfriend
“Hic!” Baek Jeong-hyeon… you bastard… I ran out of the bathroom right after that, and you never came out once… how could you not come out even once…? Hic!”
I’d been squatting in the alley next to the cafe for two whole hours now.
Even though the alcohol made it not that cold, my heart had turned bitterly cold.
“There’s no point in looking for someone like me, huh…?”
I buried my face in my knees, arms wrapped tightly around my legs.
“Stupid… idiot…”
Unfortunately, those words weren’t aimed at Jeong-hyeon oppa.
From the moment I slipped out of the bathroom, all I’d felt was regret.
Jeong Da-jeong… you stupid idiot.
How could you keep thinking about that man after being treated like that?
If you just liked him because he’d properly stiffened your cock for you, what kind of girl would you be?
I really should curse him and never look back.
At first I had wanted to.
But it was impossible for me to do that.
I… Da-jeong…
I gripped my legs even tighter.
“Only Jeong-hyeon oppa… I can’t leave first. I’d have to live the rest of my life regretting it…”
I didn’t want that.
Yeah, Da-jeong, be honest with your feelings.
Honestly, it was good.
Only now did I feel like I’d finally become the kind of girl Jeong-hyeon oppa liked.
The fact that he’d gotten hard just from looking at me meant I’d squirted all over myself.
It was true.
Even as I cried hard, I was secretly laughing inside.
That part sticking out of his pants looked so hungry, all I wanted was to pull it out right then and there and soothe him.
I still wanted to do it anytime now.
It felt like he loved me only because I was a virgin, not me.
That was the one thing that had been bothering my heart the whole time.
For two hours I’d cried nonstop from frustration.
The fact that his sincerity hadn’t been aimed at me at all had been so unbearably hurtful.
*
As time passed, the bitterness had slowly faded.
At the same time, I could feel in my bones how I’d been acting exactly like the kind of girl I didn’t want to be.
[Hey. Do you think I’d get turned on by a pussy that he dumped and then discarded? If you really wanted to get fucked by my dick, you should at least have tried hard to cry and shake while begging. Who the hell would want to roll around with a loser like that?]
Those were the words Lee Tae-hyeon had said to the woman who’d already fallen from his standards.
He was a virginity-obsessed freak who hated sluts even more.
He believed that the most effective way to lower your own allure was to let yourself be taken by anyone, pretending you wanted to be fucked.
His idea of an attractive pussy was like that.
Even if he didn’t choose the cock that would fuck you the most deliciously, when the perfect chance came, you had to be ready to hand over your virginity at any time to truly be the right kind of female.
Clearly I was already at the end of that preparation, and I had chosen the cock I wanted to be fucked by as well.
But because my mind had been so focused on that, I’d forgotten the most important fact.
Lee Tae-hyeon had already been experienced in rape, so he’d targeted Baek A-in from the start.
But Jeong-hyeon wasn’t like that.
It was only natural.
Most men living in reality couldn’t even think of raping a woman they liked.
The difference between the novel and reality had turned me into the kind of girl I didn’t want to be.
Now I fully understood what kind of insane thing I’d done in front of Jeong-hyeon.
Maybe I wouldn’t be able to receive his love at all.
Even if he was a pervert, he wouldn’t love a girl like me.
Even if he resembled Baek A-in, I remembered how he’d looked at me like I had a slutty pussy and despised me.
In the end, the Jeong Da-jeong reflected in his eyes had only a hymen left—it looked so lewd I’d probably done every slutty thing imaginable.
Even if I explained that it was all an act to win his heart, he would definitely never believe me.
People didn’t easily forget what they saw and felt with their own eyes.
So it was only natural that he would cherish only the one allure I had—my virginity.
Was my first love destined to fail in the end?
So the sooner I cleaned my heart, the better it would be for both of us.
Even though I knew that, my body and mind were still reacting to him.
The more my panties grew wet from my arousal, the more my heart leaned toward true sincerity.
Yeah, I had to admit it.
I still loved Baek Jeong-hyeon.
If there was anything in my world that would never change, it would be my feelings for him.
If he disappeared from my sight forever, I would become a broken woman who couldn’t even think normally in no time.
In the end, I needed Jeong-hyeon to live fully.
That was why the guilt toward him had grown so immense.
[You bastard… All that hard work I did for you… the only thing you say is a slut…?]
[You’re so clean, huh. Always spouting dirty talk while thinking only about fucking women, you crazy virginity-obsessed freak…]
[You dare call me a slut…?]
Even I thought I’d crossed a line.
I wasn’t really thinking that deep down.
I’d just fallen for that beastly side of myself that was completely driven by instinct.
If I looked back, it was basically just me saying the opposite of what was really in my heart.
I was simply angry that he’d called me a slut.
I regretted it.
But it was wrong.
Of course I was only saying what I’d seen with my own eyes, but he had no reason to hear those words from me.
It was all my own fault.
Taking the lewd photos, masturbating naked in the bathroom—it was all my mistake.
Anyone would think I was an easy girl who gave up my body too easily.
“I should apologize for what I said earlier…”
I couldn’t even make my feet move.
[Fuck… I’ll never come to this shitty cafe again.]
I thought I’d give my youth to this place, but I’d never been happy working here for even a single day.
It was me who had come out on my own, insulting the cafe I was so attached to.
From that moment on, I had become the kind of girl who had no right to step foot in that place again.
Even knowing that, I didn’t want to stop my steps.
If someone punished me for my wicked heart, I’d gladly accept it.
But it would be at Jeong-hyeon’s side.
That first step I’d taken after finally finishing my two-and-a-half-hour heart cleansing was with the resolve to walk straight to him again.
After finishing the brief hesitation at the door, I gripped the handle tightly.
I would stay by Jeong-hyeon’s side until the day I died.
I would never leave midway.
Finally I pushed the door open and stepped inside the cafe.
*
The curtains were closed, so I hadn’t noticed, but when I went in, the inside was pitch dark.
Because I was too tired, I had even thought about sleeping in the cafe.
A curtain was also drawn over the counter area.
As I got closer, a faint light leaked from behind the curtain.
Just in case, I approached as quietly as possible.
The first thing I saw was a large table placed between the counter and the kitchen.
It was the staff table where we usually sat with Aunt after closing to order delivery food.
On top of it lay a laptop and three bottles of beer.
“Da… jeong-ah…”
And Jeong-hyeon oppa, who was asleep but still reaching for me, was lying facedown.
The smell of alcohol was strong here too, so he must have been drinking straight from the bottle without using a cup.
Oppa, you can’t even drink well—why did you do that?
Da-jeong would feel so guilty and upset about it.
I pushed down the surging emotions and approached him.
I moved the beer bottles aside so he could sleep comfortably, then pulled the laptop closer to me.
His hunched shoulders relaxed, and he settled into a more comfortable position.
“Sleep well, oppa.”
I wished there was a pillow…
I sat on the opposite side, soothing the bitter feeling.
Resting my chin on my hands, I quietly watched him sleeping soundly.
Our oppa… must have been so tired.
He looked like he was sleeping very deeply.
Yeah… he probably hadn’t slept well because of the stress I caused.
As I thought about it, I found the part I hadn’t been paying attention to at the time.
The day I was exposed after taking the photos of my lewd appearance.
Since then, I had never once seen oppa’s erection.
And today I saw it again.
On the day I confirmed that Jeong Da-jeong was a virgin, not a slut, his erection had started again.
Probably my guess was almost spot on.
Jeong-hyeon oppa, a more serious virginity-obsessed freak than Lee Tae-hyeon, had clearly been obsessed with my pussy.
So the moment I decided it was a virgin pussy, not a slutty one, he’d gotten rock-hard.
I felt even more guilty.
Erectile dysfunction—something that would be a serious problem from a man’s perspective.
Just thinking about how he might have stayed up worrying alone made my chest ache.
“From now on, don’t worry. Da-jeong will never leave. I’ll help you relieve all your desires while watching you.”
Though he still showed no sign of waking, once I said it, my heart felt much lighter.
And somehow my attention drifted to something else.
I wondered what in the world oppa, with his kind heart that even in dreams had looked for me, was still interested in while drunk like this.
I couldn’t hold back my curiosity.
Maybe I should take a quick look at the laptop…?
I turned the screen toward me a little.
At that moment, my eyes widened and tears poured out.
[Jeong Da-jeong]
The document named after me was filled with content aimed at restoring our relationship.
[Jeong Da-jeong]
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