Will You Have Sex With My Girlfriend?
Three days later, Saturday.
As I headed to the place where I was supposed to meet Im Hamin, my heart pounded like it was about to burst. I had no idea how long I had been looking forward to this day. The three days since I received that message had felt like three years. Nothing particularly special had happened in the meantime. The usual customers came in, and if I had to pick two who stood out, they were Park Jina and Seo Yoon-ah, who had recently become regulars.
Park Jina had become completely addicted to my cock massage and had already visited again, reaching nearly fifty climaxes on my dick. Seo Yoon-ah, on the other hand, came every morning and night—not just morning and night, but dawn and night—for hand massages, head pats, and a single word of praise. I had squeezed out genuine compliments for the first three visits, but by the fourth I ran out of ideas and just threw out something generic.
“You worked hard today too. It’s impressive how diligently you work every single day.”
“…Hehe.”
“??”
Even that was enough to make her smile like an innocent child, so I realized I had been overthinking it. Still, not a single moment during those few days had Im Hamin left my mind. I was so excited about what he might say to me that the adrenaline almost made my head spin.
‘Even with the enhanced traits… could that really be the real Im Hamin?’
It was hard to imagine. A netorase tendency? Sure, that was possible. Plenty of people got excited just from indirect experiences through media without actually wanting to lose their partner. But if the tendency was strong enough, could someone really ask their friend to fuck their own girlfriend? Could they ask their girlfriend to have sex with their friend? And Im Hamin, of all people—that slightly timid, overly kind guy?
‘Besides, Siha noona… would Lee Siha even agree? No matter how much she likes Hamin, would she really accept a request to sleep with another man?’
Lee Siha. One year older, our high school senior. I didn’t talk to her much, but I remembered she wasn’t particularly outgoing. She seemed a little less sociable than Im Haeun. Well, Haeun was sharp with guys, but she got along fine with her friends. Still, she had fallen for Hamin at first sight and started subtly approaching him after that. I remembered how her face would light up whenever she stood in front of him. Even though their personalities were different, she had a similar vibe to Haeun, which was why I had paid a little attention. Then, right around the time we entered university, I heard she suddenly started a band and was surprised. Since she wasn’t dating Hamin, I figured there was no reason to see her anymore and quickly lost interest.
Anyway, no matter how things turned out, I didn’t think I would be disappointed. Im Hamin orchestrating netorase sex with Lee Siha? If it happened, it would definitely be insanely arousing, but even if it didn’t, it was fine. What mattered was what Im Hamin, steeped in his netorase trait, would say to me. That curiosity was why I had come.
“Is this the right room? Yeah, it is. I’m here.”
“Ah, Hyunwoo. Thanks for coming even though you’re busy.”
“When my brother-in-law looks like he has something on his mind, of course I have to come.”
It was a private room café that paid careful attention to noise control. Im Hamin greeted me with an obviously tense expression. It was the first time I had seen him this nervous since we became friends. Looking at that face, I felt certain again. I was excited. I wondered what he would say to convince me.
***
But.
“……”
“……”
More than thirty minutes passed and Hamin’s mouth remained closed. He took a sip of the iced Americano in front of him, as if his throat was dry, then parted his lips like he was about to speak, only to close them again.
‘Damn it, this is so frustrating…!’
It was driving me crazy with anticipation, but I waited. It was only natural that it was hard for him to say. Confessing a fetish that wasn’t just about watching porn but something he actually wanted to act on with his friend was never going to be easy. He probably couldn’t even imagine that I already knew.
Eventually, when the Americano was nearly gone—
“…Hyunwoo.”
Hamin finally opened his mouth.
“Yeah. Go ahead.”
“……Are you still getting along well with Haeun?”
“Haeun? What’s with the sudden question? Haeun says she talks about me at home every day.”
“…Right, she does.”
I didn’t rush him even though he started with pointless small talk. My heart was pounding like it was about to explode at the thought that we were finally getting somewhere. Another three minutes passed.
“Actually, I…”
“……!!”
The moment he sounded like he was about to get to the point, I focused every bit of my attention on my friend’s mouth. Whatever came out next would be more dopamine-inducing than any morning drama—
“…I already know.”
“Know what?”
“That you’re seeing other girls besides Haeun.”
“……?”
Wait, this guy? Throwing the first punch here?
It wasn’t surprising. He had covered for me before, and I had a feeling he already knew. In that sense, I was curious. He had finally started dating the twin sister he had been crushing on for years, yet even knowing I was two-timing, he hadn’t said a word. Why?
“How did you… No, that’s not important right now. …Yeah. I’m sorry. Even though I’m dating Haeun…”
I acted surprised and flustered, while also looking resigned. Hiding the thrill of performing a scene, I lowered my head as if I had no excuse. Im Hamin was the one who ended up flustered instead.
“Ah, no… I’m not trying to blame you for that. You’re a promising massage therapist who even gets sponsored by department stores. I know it’s possible.”
Ah. So that was how my reputation worked? The women who knew I was messing around with multiple people didn’t make a big deal out of it either? But even if that was true now, it hadn’t been at the beginning.
“…When you came to the café with Haeun, you already had some idea back then, right? Why didn’t you say anything? To Haeun… or to me.”
“That’s…”
“Tell me that first. You didn’t call me here today just to talk about this, did you?”
“……”
“Honestly, I have no excuse. When Haeun accepted my feelings, another girl I worked with confessed to me first… so I accepted. Then Haeun showed interest too, so I ended up two-timing. I just wanted to.”
“…I see.”
“That’s all. You can call me trash if you want. But why didn’t you say anything? We’re close, but let’s be honest—family is more important to you than I am. I know better than anyone how much you care about Haeun… so why?”
“……”
I had only planned to listen quietly, but I got a little carried away with the role and ended up pressing him. Hamin frowned and bit his lip. Thanks to me revealing my own secret first, he finally found his voice.
“I… I’m also… No, maybe…”
His face looked like he was about to cry.
“…I’m probably even more trash than you.”
“You? What are you talking about? Where else would you find someone as kind as you? Sometimes I even want to hit you for being so nice.”
“No. I’m just… just a gloomy pervert, that’s all…”
He berated himself and lowered his head even more than I had. I couldn’t just watch.
“I don’t know why you think that, but isn’t this actually a good thing? I’m trash too. You’re trash and a pervert. We’re in the same boat, so just say it.”
“……”
“I’ll listen. Even if you’re trash or whatever, you’re still my friend. You might not feel the same, but I consider you my closest friend, Im Hamin.”
“…Me too.”
I encouraged and comforted him. I told him I would listen as a friend. In the end—
“So when I vaguely realized you were two-timing… for some reason, it actually made me feel relieved.”
“Relieved?”
“My best friend is that kind of bad… Sorry. I don’t mean to insult you, but…”
“You can insult me. Keep going. What about me?”
“…You’re a bad guy, so it felt like you weren’t that different from me… and for some reason that made me happy…”
After going all the way around, Im Hamin finally confessed.
“…I’ve liked something for a long time.”
“Liked something?”
“You might think it’s sudden, but… it’s my taste in porn and dirty comics…”
“Ah, now that you mention it, we’ve never really talked about that. I didn’t bring it up because I thought you wouldn’t like the topic.”
“Even if you asked, I wouldn’t have been able to say anything. What I like is… that…”
“Why are you hesitating so much? Don’t tell me it’s furry stuff? That’s definitely controversial…”
“N-no! It’s not that… It’s not that kind of thing… It’s… getting s-stolen…”
“Huh… Netorare? Is that what you mean? If it’s about getting stolen, then it’s netorase, right?”
“……Yeah.”
“It’s unexpected, but it’s not that weird. Even I get turned on by that kind of thing sometimes if it’s limited to watching.”
“……”
“Wait… Don’t tell me…?”
I trailed off, pretending to be shocked. Im Hamin’s face turned red as he revealed his shame and self-loathing, continuing.
“That kind of thing… turns me on. Like crazy.”
“Hmm…”
“You said I love my family, right? I do. I love them. But when I see my beloved family—Haeun, even Mom—getting close to you…”
“Then what?”
“It hurts like I’m being stolen from, but at the same time… it’s incredibly…”
“Arousing?”
“…Probably way more than you can imagine. Ever since you started dating Haeun, other porn hasn’t been enough.”
“……”
This guy was seriously dangerous. From the way he talked, it didn’t sound like he loved his family as family—he seemed to have feelings that bordered on incestuous. Maybe Im Hamin had a narcissistic side like Im Haeun too? That was why he was attracted to women who looked like him? Was that also why he liked Siha noona—because even though her personality was different, she had a similar vibe to Haeun?
The puzzle pieces I hadn’t known about were falling into place one by one. Hamin’s netorase tendency had already been at a serious level even before I enhanced it with the app. And now that it had been strengthened to the point where I could call it “maximized”—
“You… called me here first instead of your girlfriend because…”
“……”
“Whoa, damn… You brought up my story first for that reason too? Since we’re both trash anyway, you figured I’d accept this too?”
“…I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologize, but… this is kind of dizzying.”
“I’m really sorry… But right now, I… even when I try to have sex with my girlfriend, I just can’t get hard…”
“…You can’t get hard?”
“…Yeah. So I still haven’t done it even once.”
“Ugh… H-hang in there.”
Being unable to have sex with his own girlfriend to that extent—I could only offer my condolences as a fellow man.
“But why me? Because we’re closest?”
“That’s part of it, but… it’s because you’re dating Haeun. You already stole Haeun from me… so if even my girlfriend… just imagining that…”
“You get a reaction?”
“…A huge one. But when I actually try, it just doesn’t work… Still… if I could see it even once with my own eyes… I think it would be different. After that, I think I’d be able to do it on my own…”
Wow.
“Even if I agree, it won’t mean anything if Siha noona says no. You’re not the type to force your girlfriend if she doesn’t want to. What are you going to do about that?”
“I can convince her. I’m confident about that. So please, Hyunwoo…”
Hamin lifted his head. On the face that had always worn a gentle smile, there was now intense excitement and anticipation. His eyes even carried a strange madness as he forced the words out.
“Right in front of me… with my girlfriend… with Siha…”
He hesitated for a few more seconds, trailing off. He knew that once he said the next words, there would be no going back. But soon, he made the request.
“Will you… have sex with her?”
He was asking me to show him—right in front of his eyes—having sex with his own girlfriend.