Let Me Practice with Your Pussy
At my command, Bae Na-eun reluctantly spread her legs.
The Calvin Klein panties of the girl sitting on the sofa had darkened to a deeper shade of gray.
"Hey. You're wet down here."
"What the hell are you talking about?! Who's wet— huh?"
She looked down between her own thighs, eyes going wide, mouth hanging open in shock.
A beat later she forced her expression back into place and tried to play it cool.
"W-well, every girl gets at least this wet, okay? When she meets a guy who's good? It turns into a whole damn ocean down there."
I know. I know all too well.
I'd already turned one mom in this very apartment complex into exactly that kind of mess.
Still, watching her keep playing the experienced expert made it pretty clear she hated the idea of looking like a total amateur.
"You sure know a lot. Real pro, huh?"
"Obviously! The guys I've been with keep clinging to me—it's so annoying. They say they can't forget how it felt and beg me to sleep with them just one more time."
The more I pretended to believe her, the bigger the lies got.
I was starting to wonder just how long she could keep this act going.
For the record, Sora had already told me the only male numbers in her phone were her dad's and mine.
"Anyway, we're good now, right?! I let you touch my chest, so you're letting me stay here?"
"Yeah. I promised, so you can stay for a while."
"Yes! I'm saved!"
"Oh, and don't let anyone in the apartment complex find out you're living here. If weird rumors start flying because of you, I'm kicking you out on the spot."
"Got it. If I need to go out, I'll wait until nobody's watching."
Honestly, the bigger reason was that I didn't want Yoon Seol-ah finding out.
Whether Seol-ah learned about Na-eun or Na-eun learned about Seol-ah, the one who'd end up exhausted either way was me.
"Haaah. Still, I'm glad at least Lim Jjintta lives nearby."
Was she happy she'd escaped the ghost?
Or happy that the groping session was finally over?
Bae Na-eun's face had already slipped back into its usual look. She flashed me a mischievous little smile.
"From today on, take care of me, yeah?"
"…."
A room with the lights off.
In the quiet night, with nothing but moonlight from the window to see by, Lim Jin-hyuk slept with a peaceful expression on his face.
It was late enough that most ordinary people—Jin-hyuk included—had already turned in for the night.
Bae Na-eun, however, had been lying in bed wide awake from the moment she'd gotten under the covers, staring into the dark.
I can't sleep…
She desperately wanted to drift off, but her mind was racing far too hard.
It wasn't because she kept thinking about the computer ghost she'd seen at her own place.
There was a completely different reason—one that had nothing to do with ghosts and absolutely refused to let her rest easy.
That reason being:
How the hell am I supposed to sleep in the same bed as this bastard?!
"Mmm…."
Lim Jin-hyuk slept on, utterly unbothered, with no idea how much trouble he was causing the person next to him.
She tried to ignore him and force herself under, but he was close enough that she could reach out and touch him. It was nowhere near as easy as she wanted it to be.
Haa, shit. How did it even end up like this…
She rewound her memories step by step.
Roughly an hour earlier.
Jin-hyuk had told his uninvited guest she could sleep on the sofa or the floor—anywhere—and she had flat-out refused.
She simply could not sleep anywhere that wasn't a proper bed.
The problem was that Jin-hyuk was the exact same way.
Competing with the actual homeowner over a single bed was a losing position from the start when she'd shown up unannounced.
So she'd offered a compromise: they would both just sleep in the bed.
After all, the guy was a total spineless loser who'd been satisfied with a few gropes of her chest.
Sharing a bed with a man like that wouldn't make her feel a thing.
Of course, Bae Na-eun only realized that assumption was pure fantasy after she'd actually lain down.
This is so fucking annoying…. If I so much as roll over I'll bump into him, so I can't even move…!
She briefly considered escaping to the living-room sofa, but she simply couldn't bring herself to give up the soft, sink-into-it comfort unique to a real bed.
She squeezed her eyes shut, determined to fall asleep this time—
…Ah, there it is again.
A few hours earlier, the moment she'd been forced to give in to Jin-hyuk's demands, came flooding back.
On the outside she'd blustered and bragged endlessly, but her actual number of experiences with men was a clean zero.
The first time in her life she'd ever let a guy touch her breasts was burned deep into her mind.
Just thinking about it makes my lower belly tingle again…. Why is this happening, seriously?
That strange sensation had first hit her when he'd focused all his attention on her nipples.
The place being stimulated was clearly her chest, yet somehow her lower stomach and crotch had started to burn.
She'd pretended nothing was wrong at the time, and she still didn't want to admit it now, but it had unmistakably been a foreign kind of pleasure she'd never felt before.
At this rate I won't be able to sleep even if I force it…. What kind of hell am I going through because of this bastard!
She glared daggers at Jin-hyuk, eyes full of resentment and fury.
Oblivious, he was still wandering through dreamland.
Screw it. Fine, I'm not sleeping! I'll just go play on my phone on the sofa.
She finally gave up on sleep and started to sit up—
"Mmmph…."
"Eek! Wh-what the hell?!"
Jin-hyuk's hand suddenly closed around her breast.
His fingers began to knead and fondle whatever they had grabbed.
"Nngh, ah…. Hey, what are you doing…. Get your hand off!"
Even her sharp warning didn't make him stop.
Looking closely in the dark, she saw that only his head had turned toward her; his eyes were still firmly shut.
No way—is he asleep?
Squeeze, knead.
"Nnngh…. Ah…!"
You perverted bastard! What kind of sleep habit is this?!
She tried to resist, but that strange sensation had returned and her body simply wouldn't put any strength into it.
At this point the only option left was to yell loud enough to wake him.
…Wait. If I wake him up, won't he kick me out?
She'd clung to him desperately just to be allowed to stay here. The last thing she needed was to piss him off and get thrown out.
There was nowhere else she could run from the Monitor Ghost. That outcome had to be avoided at all costs.
Haa, shit. What do I do…?
While she fretted, Jin-hyuk's fingers kept toying with her breast.
Maybe because he was touching her in his sleep, his hand was rougher than before, and the heat that had been keeping her awake in her lower belly only grew stronger.
Stop it already, you son of a bitch…!
She swallowed the curse before it could leave her mouth.
With no way out in sight and her body growing hotter by the second, her head had started to spin—when suddenly:
Huh? It's over…!
At last the marauding hand released her breast.
Unfortunately for Bae Na-eun, the relief didn't last long.
"Hieek!"
The hand that had left her chest began groping its way across her stomach.
As if it had a clear destination in mind, it slowly traveled downward until it finally reached her crotch.
Th-there…!
"Haaah…!"
A lewd little moan slipped out of her before she could stop it.
Not there…! I don't have a spare pair of panties so I'm only wearing shorts right now…!
"Nngh! Ah, nnh…!"
Through the thin fabric of her shorts she could feel rough, firm fingers.
This really, truly could not go any further—yet nothing came out of her mouth except strained whimpers.
The fear of a man's hand touching her private place, something she had never allowed anyone before.
That alone was enough to scramble her thoughts, and the heat that had been sitting in her lower belly began spreading through her entire body until her head went fuzzy.
"Nngh, haa…! Stop, ah, stooop…!"
Even when she forced the words out, the man with nothing more than bad sleep habits gave no answer.
Instead he simply slid a finger into the cleft of her folds through the thin cloth and began to move it.
"Haa, haaah…! Ahh…."
I've never felt anything like this…! Does being touched always feel this good? Or is Lim Jjintta just that skilled? I don't know…. It feels so good my brain won't work!
For a girl who had never even been touched by a man—let alone tried masturbating once—the pleasure was far too intense.
Normally her pride should have been wounded at the idea of feeling this from the very Lim Jin-hyuk she always looked down on.
But even though the other party wasn't conscious at all, Bae Na-eun had no room left for pride.
"Nnh, hnn…. Nngh…!"
Terrified he might wake, she desperately tried to smother every sound.
That effort shattered the instant Jin-hyuk's middle finger found her clit.
"Hieeek?!"
The moment the rough tip of his finger brushed her stiffened clit, a sensation like an electric shock raced through her whole body.
It was so intense that even though she was wearing shorts, she could have sworn he was touching bare skin.
"Aah! Aaah, stop…! Stooop…!"
Ignoring her desperate voice, the finger tormented the most sensitive spot on a woman's body.
Every time it drew slow circles over her clit, Bae Na-eun's hips jerked and her shoulders trembled.
Now every inch of her was burning hot; if the tension snapped even a little, she felt like the heat would explode outright.
"Haaang, aaah…! Aaaah, I really can't…! Please, please stop…!"
The full-body trembling only grew stronger.
Right then, Jin-hyuk's fingertip pressed down hard on her clit.
Squelch—.
"Nnghaah…!"
As if someone had pressed a button, Bae Na-eun's back arched the wrong way with a filthy cry.
"Ahhk! Ugh…!"
What is this…. Did I just come…?
Her eyes rolled upward into the climax she had only ever heard about in words.
Her parted lips refused to close, and a thread of clear saliva spilled from the corner of her mouth.
It was an utterly pathetic sight she never wanted Jin-hyuk to see, but the aftershocks of pleasure left her unable to pull herself together.
"Haaah! Haa…. Haa…."
Thank god…. He's still asleep….
She was angry about what had just been done to her, but far more than that, she was overwhelmingly relieved he hadn't seen her come.
The hand that had been glued to her crotch a moment ago had also returned to its proper place and gone quiet.
Just try touching me one more time…. Next time I'm screaming for real.
Maybe the silent warning somehow got through.
There was no further sign of him reaching for her again.
I can't even get up—there's no strength left in my body…. I'll just sleep like this.
Wanting nothing more than to finally pass out, she gently closed her eyes.
Yet for some reason the heat in her body refused to fade no matter how much time passed.
Before she knew it, Bae Na-eun had slipped her own hand down to her most private place.
"Nngh…. Haaaah…."
Her tiny, breathless sounds did not stop until the late hours of dawn.
That same night, at Star Nuri Apartment.
There was one more person who couldn't sleep—for an entirely different reason than Bae Na-eun.
"…."
Yoon Seol-ah quietly stroked her own stomach.
Even with a sudden pregnancy, she had already steeled her resolve.
She would make sure Yena, currently asleep in the other room, and the child who would be born later were both happy no matter what.
And if that meant living as fake husband and wife with Lim Jin-hyuk, then so be it.
But it had never been an easy decision, so lying awake with her thoughts in the quiet living room was only natural.
Come to think of it, that guy didn't call me over today.
The man who toyed with her every single day was unusually quiet for once.
Don't tell me he's avoiding me because I'm pregnant…!
"…No."
She shook her head along with the muttered word.
Judging by his attitude when she'd proposed living as a fake couple, he didn't seem like the type to suddenly start avoiding her.
Then… could he be giving me space because of the pregnancy?
It sounded absurd, yet from Seol-ah's perspective it felt entirely plausible.
He was clearly a sex addict and a coward who blackmailed women, yet strangely enough he sometimes showed a human side.
He'd brought Yena home for her when she'd asked, secretly wiped the fluids off the living-room floor,
and when she'd suggested they take joint responsibility for the child in her belly, he'd accepted without any real hesitation.
At least he's not enough of a piece of trash to abandon his own kid. That's a relief.
Still… can I really do this? Pretending to be a married couple in front of other people…
Having never experienced romantic feelings herself, she naturally had zero confidence in acting like a wife.
If she wanted the child to grow up in an ordinary, happy household, she somehow had to solve this problem.
I should practice the acting ahead of time. I'll contact him tomorrow.
The idea of packing side dishes for the man who blackmailed and violated her, then being the one to suggest they meet, left her with thoroughly mixed feelings.
Even so, for the sake of the baby in her womb, Yoon Seol-ah renewed her resolve once more and tried to sleep.
"Hwaaah…."
The sound of Bae Na-eun yawning as she came out of my room.
I was sitting on the living-room sofa looking at my phone when I asked the still half-asleep girl,
"Sleep well?"
"As if. Thanks to you I barely got any sleep."
"Thanks to me?"
"…Nothing."
She dodged the question, but I already knew exactly what the reason was.
Bae Na-eun probably thought I had terrible sleep habits—except those weren't sleep habits. I'd been pretending to be asleep while I touched her on purpose.
"Why? Did I snore?"
"I said it's nothing."
Guess having nowhere else to go really shut her up.
I'd counted on that when I claimed I could only sleep in a bed too. And like I just said, I'd pretended to sleep while groping her all over.
Originally I'd only planned to mess with her chest a little and mess with her head.
But the kid turned out quieter than I expected.
So I'd moved my hand lower—and I sure as hell hadn't expected her to actually come from that alone.
Her reaction had been better than anticipated, so today I figured I'd push things a little further.
"Hey. You really can't sleep on the sofa? What kind of guy is picky about where he sleeps?"
"Yeah. I can't. If you hate sleeping together that much, just go back to your own place."
"Wh-who said I hate it? Okay, I do hate it, but I hate going back to a house with a ghost even more!"
"Then quit complaining and behave. If I get sick of you, I'll kick you out whenever I want."
She clicked her tongue, face full of resentment, then spoke in a tiny voice.
"…Hey, Lim Jjintta. Can I ask you for one favor?"
"What favor?"
"Can you go to my place and grab me some clothes and makeup and stuff…?"
"No. Too much work. Go yourself."
"I got chased out by a ghost—how am I supposed to go back?! If something happens you can just leave, so please just grab them for me. Please?"
"Hmm…."
"How am I supposed to live here with nothing?! I don't even have a spare pair of panties right now."
A person needed at least some clothes to wear.
And if something was coming in, something had to go out too.
"Then you grant me one favor in return."
"A favor? …What kind of favor?"
"I'll tell you when the time comes."
Bae Na-eun, who would rather die than go back to her own house, accepted the condition. After lunch I headed over to her place.
She'd told me to run the second the ghost showed up, but like that was ever going to happen.
I gathered her personal things without incident and made it home safely.
Ah—well, not completely without incident. While I was packing, Yoon Seol-ah had contacted me out of the blue.
She wanted to meet tomorrow and talk about something. I'd find out what tomorrow.
Anyway, I came home, killed some time, and before I knew it night had fallen again.
I called Bae Na-eun—who'd been sitting on the living-room sofa—into my bedroom.
"Why'd you call me in here."
"You said you'd grant me one favor too. I'm asking for it now."
"…What is it."
There was tension mixed into the way she asked.
"You said it yourself. That I'm so fucking bad at this that even if I got a girlfriend she'd dump me."
"I-I did?"
"Before that actually happens, let me practice a little with your pussy."
"What?!"
Bae Na-eun's eyes went as round as her dropped-open mouth.
"Are you actually insane?"
"I might get a girlfriend someday, you know. I'm worried I'll be so bad she dumps me for real."
"No way! You just want to do it, don't you? If you're a loser, be satisfied with getting to touch my chest!"
"What's the big deal. You've done it with plenty of guys, right? So you can do it with me too, can't you?"
"Is that even something you say out loud? I don't even see you as a man!"
"If putting it in is no good, then at least let me practice with my hand."
"Y-your hand?"
Whether she was remembering what had been done to her last night or not, fluster spread across her face.
I figured she'd refuse again without even listening, sputtering the whole way.
In that case I'd just have to pull out the cheat key again: if you don't like it, get out of this house.
I had the plan ready in my head and waited for Bae Na-eun's reaction.
"…If it's just your hand, fine."
The unexpected answer came out in a tiny, shrinking voice.
"Yeah?"
"I-I'm only helping because if you actually get dumped you'll blame it on me and throw a fit. And I don't want to get kicked out of here either…."
That was what she said, but both her cheeks were dyed bright red, and her eyes kept dodging mine.
…This girl. She must have liked last night a whole lot.