Chapter 4
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: Han Na's Video
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"Heh heh heh..."
These past few days, my mood had been at an all-time high.
It was because I'd finally unleashed the pent-up sexual frustration from the last seven months and restored my self-esteem in the process.
Even though I'd already replayed this video countless times today alone, a smile crept onto my face every single time I watched it.
Honestly speaking, the woman in the video wasn't all that stunning.
She wasn't ugly or anything.
The problem was that my girlfriend was that SNS star, Han Na.
Ever since I got to know Han Na, hardly any other woman caught my eye. This one was really no different.
But then I happened to overhear her story, and it hooked me.
'Sorry... I'm saving myself for marriage, so no skinship...'
Words that wouldn't have fazed me at any other time felt utterly infuriating back then.
Maybe it was because I'd been constantly shot down by Han Na whenever I tried for some physical intimacy.
That made this woman my target.
And it took less than a month to conquer her.
For someone preaching premarital chastity, she was way too sensitive to stimulation.
A bit of booze, the cover of night, and a few sweet lies—she fell for it hook, line, and sinker. Once that happened, there was no escaping me.
Han Na was an unfortunate case of frigidity, but most women crumbled before my massive tool and technique, their faces twisting in defeat.
Just like in this video right now.
As I was savoring the footage, a message notification popped up, blocking the screen.
For a split second, I was pissed at the interruption to my happy time, but then I saw who sent it, and my mood flipped right back to great.
[Darling]
It might come off as a crude pet name for lovers, but this was the first time I'd ever saved someone with a nickname like that.
That's how special Han Na was to me.
"What's up?"
Han Na was usually too busy with workouts and SNS to message first.
She didn't even like reaching out much to begin with.
But the moment I opened the message, Kim Tae-yang froze in shock.
It was a video file.
In the video, Han Na stared at the phone camera with an expression that seemed shy... or maybe burdened.
And that made me uneasy.
If she'd filmed it because she wanted to, would she look like that?
Why the hell was the video this long?
And why send a video all of a sudden—one she'd never sent before?
It wasn't any special occasion today, either.
But what bugged me most was how eerily familiar this situation felt.
It was just like the one from a little while ago, when I'd sent a video file to someone.
"No way..."
I tensed up for a moment, then chuckled and shook my head.
It was Han Na, of all people.
Not only had I courted her for months, but to prove my sincerity, I'd even taken a part-time job and cut ties with my shady friends.
Only then did we start dating—on the condition that she'd hold back on physical stuff.
No way Han Na would...
With that thought, I hit play.
But the instant the video started, my expectations shattered.
[Looks like it's coming through clear.]
A man's voice.
I wanted to believe I'd misheard, but then a burly guy appeared on screen.
"..."
My heart pounded.
Rage, anxiety, and a whirlwind of incomprehensible emotions surged through me.
My hand trembled around the phone.
If this were normal, I would've lost it and hurled the damn thing to the ground.
But that way, I'd never know what the hell happened.
I could rage and grieve later—after seeing it all with my own eyes.
A bit into the video, the guy had the audacity to plop down right next to Han Na.
Close enough for their shoulders to brush.
Infuriating, but I focused more on his face.
It was familiar. Definitely—
"Ha... So that's how it is."
Once I saw his face, it was like puzzle pieces snapping into place.
It was that guy named Seonghan, the one I'd sent my video to.
I'd figured he might try something, but seducing Han Na for revenge? Never saw that coming.
Thinking about it, though, it almost made me laugh.
I could tell.
Even from the early part of the video, Seonghan's revenge was already as good as failed.
Whatever he did, it was pointless.
Han Na was frigid, after all.
The man slowly slid his hand onto Han Na's thigh.
"You... fucker."
I gritted my teeth.
That thigh—even I hadn't touched it in ages because Han Na hated skinship.
His hand trailed up to her waist, her neck, and finally to the side of her breast.
"Urgh... Hoo..."
I panted heavily as I watched.
If I didn't, I felt like I'd explode.
Even if his actions were futile, they were plenty to stoke my fury.
And then the moment hit out of nowhere.
Seonghan's hand went to the back of Han Na's neck, pulling their faces close.
Their lips met, mouths parting slightly—then suddenly, Han Na shoved him away.
"Han Na!"
A surge of pride hit me seeing her push him off.
But then they started closing in again.
It couldn't be, but this time it looked like Han Na was leaning in more aggressively.
"...She's just trying to end it quick."
Han Na wouldn't want to drag this out either.
She was probably taking the initiative out of necessity.
Yeah, out of necessity—
[Yawn... Slurp, slurrrp...]
They were kissing like they wanted to devour each other.
Sucking tongues, swapping spit with mouths wide open, faces mashed together, making lewd noises.
"..."
She was clinging to him like she wanted to be held, gazing up with desperate eyes that let him kiss her so easily.
Acting?
To satisfy him and wrap this up fast?
Han Na wrapped her arms around his neck.
[Ahng...]
Just his hand lightly on her back, and out came this frail, feminine whimper.
A sound I'd never heard from her—soft, teasing a man's dark desires.
Somehow, amid the rage, excitement started bubbling up too.
How long did that kiss last? When they finally parted, a silvery thread of saliva stretched between their mouths.
Han Na spoke once the kiss broke.
[Um, could you... go all the way?]
"...Ha, haha..."
Probably lines he fed her.
Han Na wouldn't say that on her own.
[Ahng...]
In response to her plea, he grabbed one of her breasts instead of answering.
For a frigid woman like Han Na, that should've hurt, but she arched her back like it felt good, waist trembling from the squeeze alone.
He didn't stop.
His hand slipped between her still-quivering thighs.
Just his fingers brushing her, and she clamped her legs tight around his hand.
He started rubbing the entrance of her pussy over her clothes.
[Ah, ahng... That's too intense...]
Her voice sounded like she was coquettishly begging.
Han Na kept twitching nonstop, clinging desperately to his arm.
They looked more like lovers than she and I ever did.
[Hold on.]
[Hm? Kyaa!]
He scooped her up and shifted positions.
"..."
Lifted her leg like he was showing off to the camera.
And I could see it clear as day.
Even over her clothes, her pussy was soaked through.
This wasn't acting.
Han Na was genuinely aroused, drenching her panties.
Only then did it all sink in.
Her ragged breaths, disheveled clothes, glazed eyes, that shameful pose while being filmed—still clutching his arm tight.
Too real for acting—
Showcasing it, he slowly slipped his hand inside her panties.
[Hng... Ah, no, can't... Hnng...]
A wet squelching sound.
Every time he moved, unfamiliar moans poured from her mouth.
[Ah... Ng... Ahng... Hnng!]
Less than a minute in, and she came.
Toes curling, back arching off the bed, unable to hold back her cries.
Where'd her frigidity go? She writhed like a bitch in heat, soaking her panties.
"S-Stop..."
I didn't want to see anymore.
Turn off the phone, and I could pretend this never happened.
Lie about not watching it, and maybe salvage things with Han Na.
But I couldn't stop.
Han Na—the lewd side I'd never seen but desperately craved—was right there in this video.
Now she was grinding her ass slowly over his pants.
A blatant invitation.
Begging him to pull out what's underneath.
And like he was responding, he did.
[Hng...]
"What... the hell..."
I'd always thought mine was pretty big.
At least for a Korean guy. But this thing on him was on another level.
No different from a porn star or a black dude's.
Might even be bigger.
"Too big, she'll be scared—"
I couldn't finish the thought.
Han Na was staring at his cock with hazy, lust-filled eyes.
And without being told, she lifted her hips like she was ready.
[You want it that bad?]
[...Yes...]
Somewhere along the line, he'd switched to casual speech with her, but Han Na didn't seem to mind.
[Then be my fuck buddy from now on, and I'll put it in.]
"What?"
Absurd.
She'd refuse, obviously.
She was my girlfriend.
[I'll do it.]
She should've.