Netorase?
Seeun stared at me intently.
Was she embarrassed? For a fleeting second, I felt overwhelmed by the look in her eyes, which seemed to hold something deeper.
"Hey, honey."
"Uh, yeah?"
"That... it's called netorare, right? What we did."
Did she see it on my laptop?
Or did she look it up herself?
"N-no. I mean, well..."
Technically, it was closer to netorase, but...
I hated myself for being unable to explain it properly.
"It's... a bit different."
"Is it?"
"Netorare is when... you completely leave me for the other person. That's not... what I want at all..."
Seeun kept watching me, silently urging me to continue.
"I just liked the... the taboo atmosphere of having an invited man. Really."
"Honey."
"Yeah?"
Seeun stepped closer.
She felt different from her usual cute, lovely self.
"Do you like seeing me in another man's arms?"
"No! That's not it! I mean..."
What was I supposed to say?
Because deep down, she was right.
That was why I tried so hard to draw a line between netorare and what I actually wanted to do.
When I looked at Yeongwoo and Eunchae, it was clear they were just enjoying themselves. No one was stealing anyone. I just wanted to experience that same thrill.
...
I really did.
It was hard to put my tangled thoughts into words. Instead, I said the one thing I knew for sure.
"I really love you, I adore you... and you're so precious to me. I know it sounds crazy, but... it's the truth."
"Then, if I say I don't want to do it, will you stop?"
"Of course."
I didn't know if that was the answer she wanted.
As I swallowed hard in suspense, she finally offered her usual gentle smile and leaned into my chest.
"I love you too, honey."
"..."
"Let's... try it again."
Instead of answering, I wrapped my arms tightly around her.
It was a silent promise for our second time.
Man, I'm nervous...
It wasn't because I was scared. It was because Seeun was sitting right next to me, watching me prepare to invite someone.
Her face remained flushed, but she didn't look away.
"But, honey."
"Yeah?"
"How do people usually... find someone for this?"
Did she mean the invited man?
"Online. Usually through social media, from what I've seen."
"Like... posting a recruitment ad?"
"Yeah."
I knew some people used encrypted messaging apps for security.
But right now, my options were limited.
I still had the account I created last time, but the thought of using it again gave me a headache.
Maybe it really is time to just tell Yeongwoo everything and ask him for advice...
"But, um..."
"Yes?"
What was she trying to say?
As I stared at her, Seeun nervously toyed with her lips, looking a bit embarrassed.
"I-I'm fine with doing it if it's what you want, honey... but inviting a complete stranger makes me a little... worried."
That was only natural. I was terrified myself.
No matter how thoroughly I screened candidates, it was impossible not to worry about some ticking time bomb slipping through my filters.
And looking at it from Seeun's perspective, the rumors about her at school crossed my mind.
...Agreeing to my first request, and now agreeing to do it again—both must have been incredibly difficult decisions for her.
All because of my greed...
But if that was the case...
I only had one option left.
Wonchul.
Yeongwoo was out of the question. It was too embarrassing, and besides, he had been in the same department at the same university as Seeun and me.
I didn't want to add to Seeun's anxiety about the rumors.
Why had I instinctively tried to exclude Wonchul in the first place?
Anxiety welled up, but looking back at his actions objectively, he actually fit the criteria perfectly.
On the night we invited him, Wonchul hadn't treated Seeun roughly or done anything to make me uneasy.
Just once, in the missionary position. Granted, I hadn't expected him to have such incredible stamina and size...
But just as he promised, he stopped after ejaculating once. Even if Seeun had orgasmed a couple of times in the process.
"It's a bit awkward for me too, so how about we don't bring up what happened?"
Even those words now felt like a deliberate attempt to lower our guard.
Even though I was the one who had begged him.
Honestly... all of this would go away if I just let go of my own greed.
But...
"Yeah, I saw your message. What's up?"
"Ah, hey."
"Is it okay to talk right now? You're not busy?"
"Yeah. I stepped out for a bit. I can talk."
"Ah, okay. Um..."
The words wouldn't come easily.
Even though Seeun had given her consent to use Wonchul again, and even though I knew he was our best option.
"Why call me if you're not going to say anything?"
Wonchul chuckled over the line.
As if pushed by his perfect timing, the words spilled out of my mouth.
"Ah, well... It's just, you know how we all met up last time? Seeun, me, and you."
"You mean at the cafe?"
"No. Last time... at the motel."
Wonchul fell silent.
How had Seeun looked to him that night? What did those memories feel like to him?
Amidst my chaotic thoughts, a part of me secretly hoped he would refuse.
Squelch.
Huh?
A strange noise came through the quiet receiver.
A wet sound? No, it sounded more like a squelching, friction-filled noise.
"You want to do it again?"
"Huh? Ah..."
I had been focusing so hard on the noise that my voice came out raspy at his question.
"Well... yeah. I mean, if you're okay with it."
"So you definitely have that kink, huh?"
"What?"
Thud.
A light clattering sound followed. But Wonchul didn't seem to care at all as he kept talking.
"Netorase. That's the play, right?"
...What?
I knew he understood the concept of an invited man, but I never expected Wonchul to know the word netorase.
"What about Seeun?"
"Ah... yeah. Seeun... said she was fine with it too."
"Really?"
Squelch, squelch.
There was that distracting sound again. What on earth was that?
The background noise interrupting our conversation was starting to grate on my nerves.
"Surprising. Well, I guess it makes sense."
"...What?"
"No, nothing. Hmm."
It was hard to tell if he was contemplating or just distracted.
"Hmm"? What does that mean...
"Is it too much? If you don't want to, you can refuse—"
"I'll do it."
Wonchul answered instantly, as if he had been waiting for me to finish.
"If you're okay with it and Seeun agreed, sure. I'll do it."
"Ah... okay."
Wonchul had agreed.
The memory of his massive cock flashed in my mind.
The very dick that had stirred Seeun's pussy, making her face melt with pleasure.
"By the way, was I of any help?"
"...Huh?"
"Just curious. Since you're asking me again, it seems like things didn't go bad between you two. Has anything changed?"
Seeun had indeed changed a lot since that night at the motel.
Though she was still shy, our sex life had become much more active.
She had even started offering to give me blowjobs first.
Why was he asking me this?
"Well, um..."
"Haha, was that too teasing? Sorry."
I wanted to believe he wasn't just trying to tease me.
"Seeun is really pretty. She has this innocent charm, but she's cute too."
"..."
"But, hey, Minjae."
"Yeah?"
"Like last time... Ah, hold on. Don't hang up, okay?"
There was a clattering sound, as if he had set the phone down.
It was quiet for a while, then another clatter or two.
*Slurp, squelch, squelch...*
Only after that wet, squelching sound echoed again did Wonchul's voice return.
"Sorry, sorry."
"Ah, it's fine."
"Where were we? Ah, right. So, Minjae. We had rules last time, right?"
Only missionary. No kissing. Just one release.
Those were the rules we had set.
"How about we do it without rules this time?"
My heart sank.
Seeun, who couldn't withstand Wonchul's thrusts and cried out even with me right next to her.
Seeun, whose legs trembled so much she couldn't even stand, her flushed pussy twitching open in complete surrender.
With just the missionary position and Wonchul's touch, she had made faces she had never shown me.
In contrast, Wonchul had clearly still been holding back.
To have him take Seeun without any restrictions, using that horse-like physique and massive dick...?
Wonchul fucking Seeun over and over all night long until he was satisfied.
Even though I tried not to, the mental image played automatically in my head.
No—absolutely not!
I was terrified. It was pure, unadulterated fear.
I couldn't forget. My goal was to be like Yeongwoo and Eunchae.
Compared to Eunchae, Seeun was still just a budding flower waiting to bloom.
Maybe someday, when Seeun could enjoy this herself, but not now.
Wonchul was just a temporary toy passing through our relationship.
I bowed my head, trying to gather my thoughts.
...But then, why was my dick so rock-hard?
I don't like having her stolen from me.
I repeated the mantra to myself, and finally, my mouth opened.
"Can we... keep the rules the same?"
"Hmm, is that a bit much?"
Yes. Not just a bit, a lot.
"Is it because it makes you uncomfortable?"
"Well, yes and no. Seeun is just such a beauty, after all."
Wonchul's compliment sounded many times more unsettling than the crude sexual harassment I had heard about Seeun at school.
"Ah, right. Then, Minjae."
"Yeah."
"Let's make it so only Seeun and I meet."
My already rock-hard dick throbbed violently.
"What?"
"Don't worry. I'll keep the rules. Missionary, once, no kissing. I know."
Seeun and Wonchul, completely alone?
Usually, an invited man meant the husband or boyfriend watched his woman have sex with another man in the same room.
This wasn't just an invited man or cuckold play anymore...
This was real netorase, straight out of a doujinshi or manga.
My mind was in complete disarray.
Just imagining that scenario gave me goosebumps from sheer terror.
