Chapter 29: The Busty Innocent Girl Whispers Filthy Words Right in My Ear...
"Uncle, I'm hungry. So hungry! If you're done pounding me, give me some food!"
Kim Ji-yeon lay with her head on my arm, whining about her hunger. When I showed her the room service menu, she barely glanced at it.
"What do you want to eat?"
"Uncle's cock... no, I can't eat any more. Tteokbokki."
I ordered tteokbokki just as she wanted, and we shared it. She'd picked the spiciest one and devoured it while panting, "Huff huff."
"If it's too spicy, I'll order something else."
I asked, feeling sorry for how much she was struggling.
"It's not as spicy as Uncle's cock. Hehe!"
She burst into laughter that brought tears to her eyes, like it was the funniest thing ever.
Honestly, I should've caught on by then. The explicit words spilling from her mouth were just the beginning.
"Uncle, after tteokbokki, wanna do it again? Fuck?"
"Jiyeon seemed exhausted—maybe we should rest?"
"Don't you like fucking me?"
She pouted, looking on the verge of tears.
"No way. How could I not like doing it with a pretty girl like you?"
"Then pound me again. I'll eat up and get my strength back."
I debated whether to intervene in her language a bit. "Mm..."
But in the end, there was no more. It must've been too intense for her first time.
After dinner and a short rest, she said even touching it hurt because it was so swollen.
"Hing! I could do more!"
She sounded like a kid insisting she could eat more even with a bloated belly.
"We can do it next time. Let's rest for today."
"Mm... next time? Again? Ah! For real? Uncle's a genius."
She grinned brightly, snuggled into my arm, closed her eyes—and within a minute, she was snoring softly.
It was getting late for me too; time to sleep.
Sufficient footage achieved for official release.
You may continue AV Making or stop here.
She was too worn out to keep going. This was enough. I selected auto-edit.
It'd probably finish uploading while she slept.
Video AVM-003 has been released on the Market.
The next morning, I woke at my usual time. Jiyeon clung tightly to my arm, sleeping soundly. Even with her eyes closed, breathing evenly, she looked adorable.
I carefully extracted my arm and got up. No idea how long she'd sleep, but I had to prep for work.
I showered quietly in the bathroom. When I came out, she'd woken and wandered into the living room.
"You're up? I was just about to wake you. Go wash up and head to school?"
"Um... Uncle."
Her voice was completely different from last night. Calm, emotionless, almost detached?
"Yeah?"
I replied cautiously, a strange tension building.
"About last night... what we did."
Gulp! I had a feeling.
Last night was all because of the Casting Card <Active Protagonist>. Now AV Making was over, so the effect had worn off.
What did she think of me now?
With Eun-hee, our prior trust let us stay friends after. Still, she'd fled embarrassed come morning.
What about this girl? We'd only met yesterday afternoon. Beyond strangers, but not close.
The confusion after a night with someone like that... hard to imagine.
"Why'd you do it?"
Resentment dripped from her voice.
"Huh?"
All I could do was dodge. The blame was hers anyway.
"You're the adult here. I was out of my mind yesterday... couldn't you have stopped me? Like, 'You're acting weird, kid. Go home and take some meds'? Just say that much?"
"I..."
Utterly illogical, but no comeback came to mind.
She knew a key truth about arguing: it wasn't about logic, but pushing your stance like it was right.
Women excel at this. Not reason—emotion. Men get headaches here.
Absurd claims delivered so naturally leave you lost.
Try rationally dismantling each point? Congrats—you're in hell.
Her sharp jabs left me speechless. That was the right move.
...And honestly, her attitude felt fresh and cute. So different from last night's vulgarity.
But thinking back, her first impression matched this perfectly.
"Was it good? Screwing a kid like me?"
Jiyeon pressed her advantage.
And yeah, I had no defense. She didn't know, but I was the bad guy.
Still, I trusted the Active Card <Affection>. If last night's pleasure turned to liking me, worst case averted?
"Tell me. Big tits, young girl throws herself at you begging to fuck—jackpot, right?"
Her words grew harsher.
"Say it! You ugly bastard! Was popping my cherry that great? Loved the tight kid pussy? Loved it?!"
...There it was, true colors.
"Ah! Fuck! I'm the crazy bitch! Why'd I sleep with an ugly bastard like you? If I'd fucked around before, it'd be less bullshit! But it was my first! I didn't want my first with a huge-cocked ugly fuck like you! Hiiing!"
Finally, that cute whiny girl from last night emerged.
Much better. Her demeanor flipped dramatically between friends and strangers.
So she didn't see me as a total outsider now, right?
"Hated it that much?"
"Dunno! Pisses me off!"
She whipped her head away.
Her tantrum was winding down. Real anger wouldn't end with words.
"Must've hated it bad."
I asked with a pitiful look. Play weak here.
"If you were even a little hot... it'd be fine! Woke up to a nice place... last night felt all tingly good... ugh! But your face pisses me off! Hmph!"
"Say something. What're you gonna do about my virginity?!"
"How about we call it even with last night's fun? No other guy could make you feel that good."
I went brazen.
Pfft! She snorted in disbelief.
Hook, line, sinker. Push hard, then a laugh means resolution's near.
"Last night... I did that weird tit stuff too! Not just any girl can do that! Hmph! Tch! Pout!"
Huh? True. Her service was top-tier.
Speechless.
"Anyway, take responsibility!"
"Got it. Tell me what you want."
"Give back my virginity! I wanted a hot guy! Sorry, pretty boy! Why didn't I notice how hot you were sooner?"
Her childhood friend had feelings for her, apparently.
But Casting Card <Active Protagonist> won out. Now Active Card <Affection> was at work.
Felt a twinge of guilt. Without me, she'd be with that handsome guy maybe.
Ah... thanks for the meal. First come, first served.
Hesitate with "kindness," and someone steals it.
So, unseen pretty boy—life lesson. Good experience.
"Yeah, I'm the bad guy. No, scum. Sorry your precious first went to an ugly bastard like me."
I bowed apologetically, cowed.
"Argh! Seriously!"
Prodded her conscience—it worked.
"Haa... can't undo it. Hiiing!"
She stomped instead of grilling me more.
"No class today?"
"I do. Gotta wash up and go! Hmph! You're bad. Dodging 'cause you got nothing to say! Hmph! Hmph!"
Good. Compromise reached. Grumpy, but worlds softer.
"Go wash. Eat then school."
"You're bad, Uncle!"
She glared one last time and stormed to the bathroom.
We left together, grabbed light burgers and coffee at a fast-food joint, then parted.
Walking, waiting for orders—she glared fiercely. But it felt cute, not scary.
If she truly hated me, she wouldn't have stuck around.
"I'm off! Bye! Ugly uncle! Hmph!"
She shot a final glare, huffed, and vanished.
Watching her back, a wistful ache hit.
"Good morning, Hero sunbae!"
Someone called from behind.
"Morning, Moon-hee."
Our company's sweetest, Moon-hee.
"Who was that you just said bye to? Girlfriend?"
She giggled, eyeing me.
"Huh? Oh, uh... just..."
Caught off-guard, fumbling.
"Same clothes as yesterday? Overnight?"
Sharp as ever... now a sly grin cornered me.
"Gonna be late. Let's go."
Sweet Moon-hee dropped it when I squirmed. Grateful.
After Jiyeon, messages started that afternoon.
Something told me humoring her would tire me out. But she wasn't the listening type.
Her harassment didn't end there. She'd message anytime, blasting me.
Never expected such vulgarity even in texts.
No malice in her antics—just playful nagging between buds.
Oh yeah, she'd mentioned prepping for some exam.
Then silence for a while. Sulking, huh?
Always true with women: conversations hide traps. One wrong word, and disaster strikes.