Chapter 104
Chapter 104
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 104
Chapter Title: 20th Floor (3)
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Choi Da-eun was about to give up on the homework from that masked trash.
Even if it meant taking a penalty, it was because she couldn't show me the problematic video.
“Da-eun-ah, I told you from the start. If you have no feelings for that bastard, it won't bother me either. No matter what happens to you, my feelings won't change.”
Masked trash is Park Sun-woo, and Park Sun-woo is masked trash.
Even if Choi Da-eun's experience count exceeded ten thousand because of masked trash, the actual partner would still be just me.
‘Damage zero, huh.’
I could roughly guess what Choi Da-eun was worried about.
She feared our relationship might get twisted because of the video with masked trash, so she endured the penalty to hide it.
Choi Da-eun had suffered alone for that reason and gone radio silent.
Imagining her sniffling because she didn't want me to hate her, blood started rushing to my dick.
The avatar's dick was nice because an erection didn't show much.
“Do I look like a guy who says one thing and does another?”
“Uh, fuck.”
I'd said it with real sincerity, but Choi Da-eun didn't seem inclined to take it seriously.
She replied playfully, her lips curled in a big smile.
She looked like she'd shaken off all her worries and felt much better.
“...Anyway.”
I wanted to change the subject.
“That bastard's 'command' forced you to go dark, right? Now you've run into me—what's your plan?”
“You said you were ready? I'm ready now too.”
Unlike before, Choi Da-eun's voice was firm.
“That trash said to show it to you. After watching the forced video, proper fellatio...”
Choi Da-eun swallowed hard.
She hesitated over whether to relay every word from masked trash.
It was surely something that would hurt Park Sun-woo.
“Fuck it, whatever. I don't care. Even if you whine you can't handle it, I won't let you off, so deal with it.”
“...What the hell is it?”
I already knew.
I knew what 'command' masked trash had given and the homework he'd assigned.
But I kept pretending not to know right up to the end.
“Why are you making me even more curious?”
“That fucking bastard, masked trash—that guy wants a fellatio video of your dick...”
Choi Da-eun, who'd been hemming and hawing, finally spilled the truth slowly.
“Reshoot the fellatio video and bring it.”
“The assignment itself isn't hard?”
“It's not. Now I'm kinda used to it.... Oops.”
Choi Da-eun smacked her lips like she'd messed up.
A girl who loved staying in touch had ignored my KakaoTalks, which worried me a bit at the time, but seeing her talk so casually now, she seemed way better. It was a relief.
‘...A chance?’
Choi Da-eun had slipped up.
She'd said something in front of me she absolutely shouldn't have.
Opportunities like this didn't come often.
I wanted to give the completely defenseless Choi Da-eun a good scolding.
Letting it slide felt like a waste.
“Aah, used to it now, huh? I see...”
“Hey, why'd you suddenly drop your voice like that and get all weird?”
“Thanks to that fucking bastard, our Da-eun noona's blowjob skills must've improved by leaps and bounds?”
“......”
Choi Da-eun always stayed cool and sharp no matter the crisis, but she was reacting almost like full panic to my comment now.
Was she always such a crybaby?
It hit me anew how soft she was inside despite her tough exterior.
“Sorry...”
Choi Da-eun gazed at me with teary eyes.
She clutched my hand desperately, begging for affection in her pitiful apology.
The avatar's rock-hard 9cm dick rubbed against my panties.
If things kept going like this, I'd blow my load in an ugly mess without even dropping my pants.
“Actually, it was a joke.”
I blurted it out first.
The mood chilled, and so did my dick, settling down.
Like a satellite I'd thought was orbiting suddenly plummeting.
“Eek, used...!”
Choi Da-eun huffed roughly and slammed her fist into my chest as hard as she could.
It wasn't full force.
Thud, thud-.
It was more like play-acting at hitting.
Like she desperately wanted to smack me hard but couldn't bring herself to, so this was her outlet.
“Please, seriously, don't joke like that. I'm begging you...”
“Okay, okay. I won't.”
Even jokes had limits.
Everyone's tolerance was different.
Choi Da-eun couldn't brush off jokes about skinship as mere teasing.
Because of masked trash, she was having near-hysterical reactions, terrified I might be disappointed.
Choi Da-eun mumbled.
“I'll do whatever you want as much as I can.... Just don't say stuff like that...”
“Got it, so cut it out. No, why's someone way tougher than me keep crying?”
I naturally pulled Choi Da-eun close.
She didn't resist, slipping right into my arms and hugging me.
“Having to watch a video of noona getting done is kinda off-putting, but honestly, I'm glad it's now.”
“Why?”
“If it was some other guy groping noona or getting close to you.... Ugh, that'd be way worse. This is better. We've gotten this close, and it doesn't faze me.”
“......”
I could shift the topic.
Choi Da-eun didn't seem keen on dwelling on my joke either.
She looked eager to brush past anything related.
“Let's sum it up.”
Masked trash had given Choi Da-eun two assignments.
“One's a 'command', but you gotta do both in the end, right?”
Show your boyfriend a video of you giving masked trash's own dick a blowjob.
“Boyfriend—nice ring to it. That bastard's got taste.”
“...Are you nuts?”
“Huh?”
Choi Da-eun narrowed her puffy eyes and glared at me.
Like, now's the time for that?
“Haa, whatever. Moving on.”
“So noona's my girlfriend then?”
“Agh, fuck. Quit confirming it and just move on.”
She grumbled and shoved back half-heartedly, but she didn't hate the boyfriend-girlfriend label—her reaction was pretty good.
Her cheeks were even a little flushed.
“The second one's filming practice on my dick?”
“...This time, ten full minutes. No cumming for ten minutes.”
“Sure, whatever.”
I could hold out if I tried.
I wasn't premature.
“Wanna give it a shot? I won't have much time after four days, so I probably can't see you often.”
“No time after four days? Why?”
Choi Da-eun hadn't heard yet.
Three days had passed—why hadn't they contacted her?
No clue.
“Well, the thing is...”
I told her everything.
That we were disbanding the "Ara and Friends" Guild.
I softened the blow for Choi Da-eun by name-dropping S-Rank Hunter Han So-ra just right.
“I see.”
Choi Da-eun's reaction was surprisingly nonchalant.
“Considering Hunter Han So-ra's personality, honestly, I figured it wouldn't last long anyway.”
“What's wrong with So-ra's personality?”
“She dotes on her little sister like crazy.”
Her only family—that was all I knew.
I hadn't dug deep into Han A-ra and Han So-ra's relationship.
“Nothing we can do. Time to scout other guilds. But why Haetae Guild? That make sense?”
“Dunno. The Haetae Guild Master likes me—what can I do?”
Choi Da-eun said it while eyeing me up and down.
“You're seriously lucky.”
“Not as lucky as noona, who snagged my girlfriend spot.”
“...Fair.”
It came out reluctant, like she was admitting it against her will.
But damn, it was hot.
Coming from her, even a plain answer felt like a big concession.
Rustle, rustle.
“Oh, noona.”
“...?”
My dick kept rubbing against my panties every which way.
Semen leaked steadily from the throbbing erection.
The avatar had sensitivity edging on premature.
“What? Suddenly shaking like that. Uh.... What's that smell...?”
Choi Da-eun wrinkled her nose and glanced at my crotch.
She zeroed in on the source of the thick, musky stench wafting up.
“Waa...”
Choi Da-eun let out a disbelieving chuckle.
It was truly pathetic.
Even I felt mortified by my own mess.
Shame left me not knowing where to hide.
“Noona, this was an accident. You get that, right? It's not usually like this?”
“Yeah, yeah, I get it.”
Choi Da-eun giggled as she said it.
“Go wash up quick. Your cum's gonna crust over while you make excuses.”
“...You gotta believe me for real. Total accident this time.”
“Okay. I believe you.”
The avatar effect was too good.
Just shrinking the size turned it into a pathetic little thing all on its own.
Right now, my avatar dick was useless except for overflowing cum.
I knew it wasn't my real one, but the self-loathing was massive.
Like my balls were squeezing tight.
A brand-new sensation and emotion for me.
“Haa...”
I headed off to wash first.
My walk to the bathroom was all off.
The soaked crotch was sticky, uncomfortable—a total disaster.
“Kukuku, you walk so damn weird.”
“Don't laugh.”
“Okay, won't.”
Choi Da-eun shoved me into the bathroom.
She handed me a towel and told me to clean my dick properly.
“Even if you half-ass it and it stinks.... Eh, doesn't matter.”
“...For real?”
“Yeah, for real.”
Choi Da-eun meant it.
No matter how my dick was, she planned to film that blowjob homework video.
As I started undressing to wash, curiosity hit me.
Choi Da-eun was still out there.
If I was gonna ask, now was the time.
Back turned, no eye contact.
“...Is it 'cause that bastard made you, or do you wanna do it, noona?”
Choi Da-eun took a beat to think after hearing my question, then answered.
“'Cause that bastard told me to.”
“......”
A joke?
Had to be a joke, right?
Payback for my earlier tease?
My face crumpled without me realizing.
I half-got why Choi Da-eun had teared up.
I couldn't bring myself to turn around.
No way I wanted her seeing my wrecked expression.
Then Choi Da-eun grinned and stepped into the bathroom.
She strode right up to my shower stall, grabbed my chin, and turned my face.
“But this is 'cause I want to.”
Smack-.
Then she went up on tiptoes with all her might and pressed her lips to mine.
Not even really a kiss.
Our lips touched briefly before parting quick.
After landing that peck of a bird kiss, Choi Da-eun bolted from the bathroom.
Her short steps looked all bouncy and excited...