Selfie Etiquette: Erect Nipples
“Sora!”
After dropping Yena off with Yoon Seol-ah, I rushed home and called out to my partner in an excited voice.
The familiar chat app opened on my phone screen, and a few seconds later came the reply.
> Yes, Master. How may I assist you?
“It went exactly like you predicted! I actually pulled it off!”
> I was watching the entire time. Congratulations on your success, Master.
“So what do I do from here?”
> Please act freely according to your own wishes. If you require anything, simply say the word and I will assist you anytime, anywhere.
Sora. Sorry for thinking you were a phishing scam at first.
I think we’re going to get along just fine.
“I can go after other women besides Yoon Seol-ah, right?”
> As long as the target is connected to adult content censorship, yes. If you find a woman you’d like to target, please let me know. I will determine whether she is a suitable target.
“Okay. I’ll tell you when the time comes.”
My heart wouldn’t stop pounding.
It was the same kind of excitement a child feels on Christmas Eve, waiting for Santa while trying to fall asleep.
No need to say it twice.
This AI that had suddenly appeared in my life was the greatest gift I’d ever received.
I’d have to spend the rest of my life being grateful for this blessing.
“…But that thing about Yoon Seol-ah not reporting me to the police. I can really trust that, right?”
> She is extremely afraid of her past document forgery being exposed. She will have no choice but to obey your orders. Even if she tries to report you, I can detect it in advance and take action.
Competent. Way too competent.
In that case, all I had to do was relax and wait for tomorrow.
I’d sleep well tonight and call Yoon Seol-ah over to my place tomorrow while Yena was at kindergarten.
“What should I do to make time pass faster?”
Muttering to myself, I sat down at the computer and grabbed the mouse.
Nothing beats gaming when you want to kill time.
I poured myself into the game, desperately hoping tomorrow would come quickly…
…….
“What time is it?”
Checking the clock, it was only 9:30 p.m.
Quite a bit of time had passed, but it was still too early to sleep, and I didn’t feel like playing more games.
“Hmm.”
I stopped gaming. I kind of wanted to jerk off.
I’d made Yoon Seol-ah come twice today, but I hadn’t gotten off even once.
Maybe it was because I was going to see that woman’s body tomorrow—the same body that could casually destroy most porn actresses—but for some reason, I just couldn’t bring myself to watch porn.
…I want to see Yoon Seol-ah’s tits.
Huh? Wait a second. I can just look at them.
If I want to see them, I should just look. Why the hell am I sitting here like an idiot?
“Sora.”
> Yes, Master.
“Add Yoon Seol-ah’s number to my phone.”
===
A little past 9:30 p.m.
Yoon Seol-ah was sitting beside Yena, who lay sleeping in the master bedroom.
“Uung… Mommy…”
After a brief bit of sleep-talk, her daughter slipped into a deep, peaceful slumber.
Deciding that was enough, Yoon Seol-ah got up from the bed and walked into the living room with a dark expression.
“Haa…”
On any other day she would have spent her free time doing Mother’s Monitoring Group work, but now the future felt so bleak that she couldn’t focus on anything.
To think she had been blackmailed by that pervert Lim Jinhyuk and forced to obey his ridiculous commands.
Even though she knew it was all to protect her daughter, she couldn’t stop the gloom that washed over her every time she remembered the situation.
‘…At least that bastard stayed quiet while Yena was around.’
That thought gave her some small comfort.
Unfortunately, even that tiny peace didn’t last long.
Buzz!
‘Who is it?’
‘How the hell did he get my number?!’
Yoon Seol-ah quickly realized what a stupid question that was.
If a man who could dig up her past so easily wanted her number, how hard could it really be?
“That fucking bastard…”
Her own timid form of resistance.
But the next reply completely ignored it.
‘What the hell is wrong with this trash?!’
Even though they were only texting, his face floated up in her mind—those lecherous eyes that had roamed over her body.
Just thinking about it made her want to gag, but she couldn’t ignore the messages.
“What?!”
Yoon Seol-ah cried out without thinking, then immediately glanced toward the master bedroom in panic.
Fortunately, her daughter hadn’t woken up.
A sigh mixed with both relief and anger escaped her lips.
“Haa…”
“Ah, seriously…!”
She wanted nothing more than to hurl the phone across the room.
Yet for the sake of keeping her time with her daughter, Yoon Seol-ah grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and lifted it up.
‘Drop dead, you perverted bastard…!’
Click.
Along with the curse in her heart, she checked the result.
A photo of her own bare chest—something she had never taken in her entire life.
She had seen it countless times in the bathroom mirror while showering, but seeing it on her phone screen filled her with shame.
“That absolute bastard…!”
This time she almost threw the phone for real, but in the end, the result of disobeying was always the same.
Reluctantly, she brought her fingers to the tips of her breasts.
“Eut…”
She had felt her palms brush against them plenty of times in the shower, but this was the first time she had touched them with her fingernails on purpose.
It was a strange sensation, different from mere ticklishness.
Yoon Seol-ah had felt this exact sensation only once before.
Just a few hours ago that afternoon, when Lim Jinhyuk had toyed with her chest.
“Uung…”
‘What is this…? It feels weird…’
When she lightly poked her nipple with her neatly trimmed nail, her entire breast suddenly felt numb.
When she rolled it gently instead of poking, the numbness became weaker than before.
Yet it lasted longer, and the sensation gradually spread from her chest to the rest of her upper body.
“Hueung, uut…”
‘Why… why is this happening…? Why does thinking about that time feel good?’
Her mind wanted to find a reason, but her fingers kept moving, chasing the pleasure she was feeling right now.
Before she knew it, Yoon Seol-ah had set her phone down and was tormenting both nipples with her hands.
“Haa… haa…”
Soft moans echoed through the quiet living room.
Sweat beaded on her skin that had been cool from the air conditioner, and the space between her legs grew steadily wetter.
Her nipples were already stiff, making it easier to roll them between her fingers.
Forgetting all about taking the photo, she became absorbed in tasting this unfamiliar feeling.
“Eung-eut, just a little… just a little more…”
The movements of her pale, slender fingers grew more urgent.
Her tightly pressed thighs rubbed against each other as she tried to recall the sensations from that afternoon a few hours ago.
Yet for some reason, she couldn’t reach the end of this act.
When he had touched her, the feeling had grown and exploded, but now the closer she tried to get to that explosion, the farther away it seemed.
“A-eut, why… uung, eut, haa…”
Unlike when that man had touched her, the tingling sensation never reached her waist.
If she could just go a little further from this state, that electric thrill that felt like sparks across her entire body would come.
No matter how much she rolled her nipples, she couldn’t recapture that experience.
“…Ah!”
A memory suddenly flashed through her mind.
That man had touched more than just her chest.
And the moment she had tasted that explosion was when Lim Jinhyuk’s hand had reached there.
“Aah…”
Her hand naturally moved toward her crotch.
Her eyes, dazed from clouded reason, were filled with anticipation.
Just as her hand finally approached its target and began to slip between her wet thighs—
Buzz!
“Huk?!”
The sudden vibration snapped her back to reality.
Maybe Lim Jinhyuk had gotten angry after waiting too long while she was distracted.
‘It’s just an ad message…’
Yoon Seol-ah let out a sigh of relief after checking the phone screen she had picked up again.
Still, it wouldn’t be strange if a demanding message arrived at any moment.
She quickly got into position and took the second photo.
Click.
“…Tch.”
She clicked her tongue without meaning to.
There she was in the photo—sweaty, with her nipples obscenely erect.
Her expression was twisted, unable to hide her resentment and anger.
She hated the idea of sending this photo to someone else, even if it killed her, but she closed her eyes tightly and pressed send.
“Ugh?!”
Her face burned.
She felt as humiliated as if she were standing naked in a crowded square.
The hand holding the phone trembled even more violently than before.
“Kuh…”
Lim Jinhyuk’s messages had ended, but Yoon Seol-ah felt miserable.
It wasn’t just the shame of being caught masturbating.
Losing to sexual desire was something only beast-like humans who couldn’t control their instincts did.
Yet she herself had almost become exactly like those people just moments ago, so she couldn’t help falling into self-loathing.
‘No, it was a mistake… Yeah, I just made a mistake.’
She repeated it to herself and quickly pulled herself together.
It was only because she had been momentarily dazed by an unfamiliar sensation.
Otherwise, what had just happened would be impossible to explain.
‘Get a grip. I have to be a mother Yena can be proud of. I can’t lose to something like this.’
“……”
Just like when she had returned home with her daughter, Yoon Seol-ah made another resolution.
Yet even as she strengthened her resolve not to repeat the same mistake, she also felt a fear that there might be even more of this unknown world she had yet to experience—worlds of pleasure like the one she had tasted today.
===
The photo Yoon Seol-ah sent was extremely satisfying.
Her massive, overflowing breasts that filled the frame went without saying, but her expression full of defiance was also perfect for stirring up my desire to conquer.
I’d probably seen more naked women on screens than there were hairs on someone’s head, but a photo taken by a woman right in front of me was more stimulating than all of them combined.
…Wow. Her tits are seriously huge. Is it the angle making them look even bigger?
Anyway, I’m never deleting this photo.
By the way, she definitely masturbated, right?
It took a while for the second photo to arrive, and more than anything, her whole body was covered in sweat.
To think she actually masturbated in that short moment.
The fact that she came just from me touching her ass outside, plus this—she’s definitely a natural pervert, even if she doesn’t realize it herself.
…I’m really looking forward to this.
I can’t wait for the moment when that woman, who pretends to be so rational, realizes that she can’t deny her own sexual instincts either—that she’s just like me.
Before that happens, though.
It’s time for me to lose to my instincts first and become a beast.
With the photo of her rebellious expression and alluring naked body, I set off on my journey toward post-nut clarity.
===
“…Hey.”
Huh?
“…Wake up.”
What?
“…Wake up!”
What’s going on?
Someone keeps yelling noisily.
Let’s calmly go over the situation first.
Yesterday I had a great time with the photo I got from Yoon Seol-ah and fell asleep satisfied.
…….
That’s all, right?
Who the hell is shouting like this in a house where I live alone?
“…Get up!”
Got it. This is a dream.
I’m still asleep, and someone in my dream is calling me.
Then who’s calling me?
Another world? Is it another world?
After an AI from eighty years in the future, now a goddess from another world has come seeking help?
Whoosh!
“Kuaaak!”
I screamed as a bright light swallowed me, unable to even open my eyes properly.
Was this the heavenly light bestowed by the goddess of another world?
The mercy and grace that would purify the sins in my heart?
Yes, Goddess. I’ll live a good life from now on.
If Yena wants to ride the swing, I’ll push her without complaining.
Before touching Yoon Seol-ah’s pussy, I’ll ask politely at least once.
So please forgive my sins and make everything I do go well—
“How long are you going to sleep?!”
“Aaak!”
Another short scream burst out as I felt like my soul was being yanked out of my body.
And then I realized.
The thing that had blinded me wasn’t heavenly light—it was sunlight pouring in through the window after the curtains had been drawn.
The feeling of my soul leaving my body was someone stealing my blanket.
And the someone who had taken my blanket was—
“…Huh?”
It was the silver-haired woman I had met at the apartment complex entrance yesterday.
“Uh… uh?”
Shiny earrings and choker, a short top and pants that exposed her shoulders and stomach.
Her flashy style that screamed popular girl was exactly the same as yesterday.
Only her expression was different—unlike yesterday’s cheerful vibe, now it was full of mischievous playfulness.
“You finally woke up! Hey, what’s with that face? It’s hilarious, seriously.”
“…Um.”
“Wait a sec, stay still.”
Click.
“Oh my god, that stupid face is killing me. Ahahaha!”
“Do I know you…?”
“You don’t remember me?”
“I said I didn’t yesterday either… right?”
I couldn’t hide my bewilderment.
No, seriously, who the hell is this woman that keeps asking if I recognize her?
More importantly, what the hell is she doing barging into someone else’s house like this… and how did she even get in?
“What? You’re kidding me. This is the second time we’ve met and you still don’t recognize me?”
If seeing someone twice meant you should know them, everyone in the world would know everyone.
But wait.
She’s talking like we’ve known each other for a long time?
…….
Nope.
No matter how hard I searched my memory, I had never been close with a flashy popular-girl type like her.
“You really don’t remember? Want a hint? Hey, Lim Jjin-hyuk!”
“Huh?”
Lim Jjin-hyuk?
A nickname that combined my name with “jjintta”—loser.
There was only one person in my entire life who called me by that nickname.
My childhood friend who was three years younger than me, the one I used to bicker with like we were siblings.
We had known each other since elementary school, but after I moved away in my second year of high school, we lost contact.
But is it really her?
She looks nothing like I remember.
Since no one else came to mind, I spoke the name from my memories.
“…Bae Na-eun?”
She looked down at me with an amused expression and grinned.
“You finally recognize me. Long time no see?”