My Obsession and the First Chance
That was when my patience began to be tested.
As someone who had already fallen head over heels for Baek Jeong-hyeon, ordinary romance was simply no longer possible for me.
Merely working in the same space as him made me so excited that before closing time I had soaked my panties several times, and every time I imagined the man about to pounce on me, his face had already changed into Baek Jeong-hyeon’s.
In the midst of all this, my mind was filled with questions about how I should approach this man to make him see my charms.
I was truly on the verge of snapping from holding back, yet the other party acted as usual and didn’t even so much as look at my body.
The yearning grew ever stronger.
“Da-jeong… dripping wet, waiting, come on… come on, take me anywhere… fuck me like an animal. Please, please…!”
All that remained was the silent cries echoing in my head.
So from the second day onward, I had no choice but to be cold.
My heart might loosen just a little, and I would confess right away and take him completely.
If I had a normal pussy, I would have done exactly that.
Yet a huge obstacle remained.
Even if I led him to the bed, at the very moment his cock kissed me, the other party might become a rapist.
My pathetic pussy, which couldn’t even take a single finger properly, couldn’t possibly accept Baek Jeong-hyeon’s huge cock.
Given the searing pain that would tear my lower abdomen apart, my traumatized mind would surely thrash and resist like a madwoman, refusing the cock that wanted to take my virginity.
Even if I promised not to report it in advance, how could the other party trust a woman who gave herself away so easily, and then thrust all the way through my virginity?
The old saying came to mind: “Late winds are terrifying.”
I was exactly in that situation.
Just facing him now made my heart pound and my pussy tremble.
He had the possibility of becoming the special man in my life.
A man who was only an animal in front of lust, but kind behind his back.
Not a man who would fuck and discard me like in a rape, but one with the endurance to silently thrust into my pussy until I cried, begged, and thrashed, while he trusted my love and squeezed every last drop of cum.
Until the day I became a bitch in heat and submitted to his cock, a stubbornness that would never stop exploring my body with the word “love” instead of “rape.”
And the ultimate charm that could bring every humiliation and shame during the final act of love.
If only I could achieve that, I believed I would give him everything and love him without reservation.
That meant the moment I would offer my pussy as a gift to the man who would love me more than anyone else.
It was the one and only chance in a lifetime to roughly fuck the me who was panicked between love and fear.
I wanted to experience the joy of truly becoming a woman while being roughly suppressed by the hands of the man who loved me more than anyone in the world.
And today the chance had come unexpectedly.
A meal perfectly suited for me sat right in front of Baek Jeong-hyeon.
Posting the photos was clearly a mistake.
But I had enough anticipation.
Every single photo I had prepared with such care was designed to emphasize that I was a “virgin.”
“Ha… I wish I hadn’t picked up the phone. If I had just left it alone, something might have happened…”
With a sigh mixed with regret, I brought out the secondary phone.
I opened the gallery to create a folder filled with the best photos for the next chance.
“Eh…?”
At that moment, I noticed something strange.
The order of recently viewed photos had changed.
“Why is the recent file like this? The one I viewed while reading the novel in the morning wasn’t this…”
A clear possibility flashed through my mind.
“Could this be… what Baek Jeong-hyeon saw…?”
It was the final means Baek A-in used to seduce Lee Tae-hyun.
A concept similar to the photo where she confessed she was a virgin and at the same time sent a clear signal that she wanted to be fucked.
“What the hell? My reaction was too lukewarm for someone who saw it…”
It was strange.
Normally, whenever I read the novel, I would raise it so high that it was about to burst.
Was it possible that my photos didn’t arouse him at all?
Well, maybe.
It was true that the photos I took while recalling scenes from the novel weren’t completely identical.
Especially showing my nipples and pussy nakedly was so repugnant that I couldn’t do it.
But there was no other choice.
Baek Jeong-hyeon definitely preferred photos with no hiding at all rather than subtle ones.
Now that I had found the answer, I could vaguely understand why his mood had changed.
He had thought he found a delicious female, yet looking at photos that covered every secret place, he simply wasn’t aroused, which must have made him uncomfortable.
Yeah, Jeong Da-jeong…! I’ll shoot it properly again…!
Baek Jeong-hyeon could only erect his cock after seeing my complete nudity, so what was a little shame compared to that?
After all, once I let him have me, even if I just lay down I would become a bitch in heat that was only good for barking.
So, as long as it was something I could do until I completed the virgin opening ceremony, I would do anything.
No matter what happened, I would give my virginity to Baek Jeong-hyeon.
*
I had thought today would be a normal morning like any other, despite the incident and accident.
Losing both Da-jeong and Baek A-in had been more fatal than any wound, but I had firmly believed that finding a new heroine would resolve everything without a hitch.
It was a huge miscalculation.
No, more accurately, I was a man who had gone mad for virgins far more than I had thought.
Due to my peculiar sexual wall, I was now facing the worst situation in my erotic novel writing career.
Realistic problems that one faces while living as an erotic novelist.
Looking at them, they belonged to quite a few categories.
Especially when writing novels featuring protagonists who were crazy with lust to force women, many dangerous things happened beyond those involving friends or family.
Among them, the one that always gave me chills was the fact that a small moment of carelessness could change how I viewed real women.
If I was talking comfortably with a female customer until a moment ago, and she made a slightly demanding request, even a tiny emotional shift would make me instantly lose myself and become the protagonist in my novel.
Imagining the other women in the world as mere bitches and then cornering them to fuck like dogs began to spread in my mind.
While dealing with customers, or when facing the only employee, the desire to turn her into my personal slave wormed its way into my head.
If I had been crazy in a different direction, I might have crossed the line with Da-jeong long ago.
Above all, restraining myself at the moment I realized Da-jeong’s true nature today would have been impossible.
Da-jeong… who was she?
The woman who had captivated more than half of all male customers who came to our cafe in an instant.
Despite always wearing plain jeans and a t-shirt, walking around normally with a smiling face, and serving customers, men kept approaching her hoping for even the smallest favor.
Yet no man had ever succeeded.
She had no interest in romance and simply smiled with a tinge of apology on her lips, nodding politely to let me know the courtship had failed miserably.
Those who had long since joined the losers’ group had settled into seats at the cafe just to feast their eyes on her, watching her with envy.
However, Da-jeong gave even the smallest opening.
Determined not to give even a chance to make her her body into a concubine, she moved gracefully no matter how busy she was, and refused even to allow a single tremble to be watched.
Despite having such an iron wall, men still came to leave their fingerprints on her face.
I could somewhat understand their feelings.
I had once peeked into the losers’ group while overlapping Baek A-in and Da-jeong.
Of course, my situation was better than theirs.
At least I didn’t want to hear the words that I was being lazy in front of the manager.
After the customers left, my view was always filled with her figure rushing around in a hurry.
Just watching her was astonishing.
Even though she walked with a slightly quick pace, her breasts swayed everywhere, trying to show her presence.
When she stood on tiptoe to grab something from a high shelf, or hummed while doing dishes, she revealed her hip line without hiding, making my lower body bulge behind her.
It was probably the result of her restraining herself even more, but it was more than enough to drive me crazy.
That woman had taken many nude photos with her body fully exposed and sent a clear message that she wanted to be fucked.
If I hadn’t been Lee Tae-hyun, Da-jeong would have certainly been in a motel room right now, fighting a second battle.
Her clothes torn to shreds, palm prints left all over, fucked until unconscious.
That was how serious Lee Tae-hyun was about fucking women.
Once he saw a weakness, he never let go.
He had probably used Da-jeong’s heavy attachment to this cafe to blackmail her with photos somehow.
I had also imagined something similar the moment I saw the photo, even though I had created that person.
No matter how much I denied it, it was clear that my body and mind were completely captivated by her.
The only problem was that she wasn’t a virgin.