#12. Hanna Eun (1)
#12. Hanna Eun (1)
[Han Na-eun (1)]
The moment I confirmed my name on the screen, I couldn't help but rub my eyes.
...A glitch?
I closed my eyes and opened them again, then stared straight at the monitor once more.
Han. Na. Eun.
My full name.
The next heroine's name in [I Imprisoned Her.] was the same as mine?
Honestly, Na-eun isn't that rare a name, but I figured it could totally show up in a novel.
But the family name matching too? That's not so easy...
Minho oppa, who was checking the screen with me, also looked pretty flustered.
Oppa must've been baffled too.
He was supposed to explain the new heroine to me, but then my name just popped up out of nowhere.
Well, whatever. It didn't change anything just because the heroine's name matched mine.
I'd woven a super intricate spiderweb to lure him here, and he'd fluttered in like a butterfly on my words, so here we were.
"...No way. Is the new heroine's name seriously Han Na-eun?"
I asked him, furrowing my brows hard.
"...Seems like it?"
But if we're talking my real, honest feelings, I was on the verge of bursting with happiness.
Even if it was just a lucky coincidence, if the story kept unfolding like before, the protagonist I'd always thought was the coolest—Lee Jin-seong—would be defiling none other than the heroine 'Han Na-eun.'
Just reading about the other heroines getting it had me all hot and bothered, but imagining Lee Jin-seong from the novel calling my name? I could barely hold back the delighted grin creeping onto my lips.
Should I just say I'm not feeling well today, kick Minho oppa out, and go to town on myself...?
In my eyes, the [Han Na-eun (1)] episode was an unopened Pandora's box.
I was dying to know what was inside.
What kind of character was this 'Han Na-eun' that Han Gyeo-ul Writer-nim created?
Maybe I could tweak my style based on her physical description?
If I could pull off something close, I'd be down to try it once.
Han Na-eun cosplaying as 'Han Na-eun'...
Thinking about it, it was so funny I let out a little snort.
Minho oppa seemed super thrown off by my reaction and wasn't clicking to the next novel page to check the content.
"...Haa. This is fucking disgusting, but whatever—it's work. Hurry up and click it. Let me at least see what's written."
Minho oppa clicked the window with the expression of someone forcing down food they hate.
Then he started slowly reading down the text.
I wished he'd read it out loud, but nope—he was just gonna eyeball it and explain.
On second thought, having the novel's heroine named 'Han Na-eun' might actually be a huge boon for me right now.
If some scene came up where 'Han Na-eun' got railed too hard, he'd have to explain to me exactly how Han Na-eun got railed.
If I were a guy, I'd be rock hard for sure. Or not?
I decided I'd keep a close eye on Minho oppa's lower half from here on out.
"...If it's gonna help you, the character's looks are probably the most important, right?"
Honestly, I was dying to know how the character got fucked, but professionally speaking, yeah, the appearance mattered most.
"Yeah. So what's it say there?"
"Han Na-eun has light platinum blonde hair. Her body's kinda thicc. Age 20."
Hmm... So Han Gyeo-ul Writer-nim pictures a 'Han Na-eun' as that kind of image, huh.
Age-wise, can't do much since I'm already past it, but thicc platinum blonde?
That's miles away from me.
If anything, I'm slender, and my hair's light brown.
"Does it describe the hairstyle?"
When I asked, Minho oppa answered right away without even looking at the screen.
"Says it's a short bob close to a short cut?"
...That's weird.
In the emails with Han Gyeo-ul Writer-nim, there were bits about his preferred female character hairstyles.
And I definitely remembered that.
[I hate short cuts. Absolutely.]
That's what the Writer-nim had said.
Did his tastes change in the meantime?
Well, we'd already done 7 illustrations together.
We've covered pretty much every standard women's hairstyle out there, so maybe he was just trying something new.
"So, what kind of personality does this Han Na-eun character seem to have?"
Of course, it was just episode 1.
I knew better than anyone how hard it is to judge a character from that alone.
But what mattered to me was provoking Minho oppa.
I needed to keep making him read the steamy stuff and spit out the dirty talk himself.
"...Dunno. Seems sweet and gentle for now? It's the first episode, so no sex scenes yet."
Hearing his answer, I started doubting oppa's words more and more.
Han Gyeo-ul Writer-nim's heroines were always feisty as hell.
The ones not yet trained had sharp, intellectual eyes full of fire, and they were never friendly to the protagonist Lee Jin-seong.
Who the hell reads Erotic Novels for a story like 'I ate a girl who'd talk back to me'?
That'd be a scam.
A total rip-off for the paying readers.
And Writer-nim knew exactly what supply and demand called for.
Writer-nim crammed a fuck scene into every single episode without fail, while masterfully slotting in that tight buildup.
I wanted to tell Minho oppa to get lost so I could read it myself, but after saying how could I read that filthy shit...
No way I could shove my face in front of the monitor now.
No helping it. I'd just read it myself after oppa leaves.
"Is that really what's there?"
I shot him a suspicious glare.
"Of course! I'm just relaying exactly what I read. Why would I lie to you?"
Fair point.
As the illustrator, I didn't even need to read the novel—Writer-nim sent me the character info and concepts anyway.
No way Minho oppa would lie to me about something I'd catch right away.
He'd already failed once trying to fuck me, so he was totally in the 'eul' position now.
Unless his balls grew outside his body, he had no choice but to obey me.
For now, I'd shelve the novel thoughts—my original plan wasn't gonna fly today.
Normally, oppa would've read some super arousing fuck scene in front of me and been all worked up.
Then I'd trash the novel while teasing him like, 'Scaredy-cats who can't do shit in real life probably just jerk off to this at home,' to rile him up...
But today's [I Imprisoned Her.] felt seriously off.
"Anything else you're curious about?"
Looking at oppa's face, which showed zero arousal, I figured I'd fish for other info on him instead.
"Oppa."
"Yeah?"
"Do you have a girlfriend, oppa?"
Minho oppa rolled his eyes once, then gave an awkward smile as he answered.
"Nope."
"So when was your last relationship?"
Did someone cast petrify or something?
Oppa froze like a paused screen, not saying a word for a bit.
"...Never."
"Huh?"
"...Never. No dating experience."
His answer left me speechless for a second.
I'd been about to ask if his girlfriend knew he read this pervert shit...
Did I just poke at some sick person's wound?
No, wait—I'm a Mosol too, so uh...
"Sorry for the weird question."
Thinking about how pissed I'd get when friends teased me about it, I figured I owed him an apology.
But hang on—this is actually a huge jackpot for me, right?
That means Minho oppa's dick...
That massive club that could paralyze any girl...
Was completely unopened! Brand new!
Like finding a brand-new item on the secondhand market with the tags still on—for dirt cheap!
Super dirt cheap!
If I could get oppa to fuck me successfully, I'd be taking oppa's first... and oppa would take my Virgin...?
The endorphins raging inside me were making it harder and harder to control my face.
I wanted to scream and forward-roll off the bed right then.
Hold it in. Han Na-eun. Hold it in.
Barely suppressing my grin, I felt like I'd scored enough today.
"Hah... I thought it'd help a bit, but it was totally useless."
Minho oppa's face was souring, but I kept a straight face and continued.
"You can head out now. It's just the first episode, so maybe nothing much. But I'll call you again soon."
Sorry, oppa.
You know this is all for you, right?
I'll make you a guy who only gets hard for me and no other woman.
"You'll... call me here again?"
"You're just gonna be reading Erotic Novels in your room anyway. At least make yourself useful to someone."
Minho oppa looked exasperated, but I shoved him toward the entrance.
"Go on. Now."
Without even a proper send-off, I went back to the bedroom, slammed the door, and let out the laughter I'd been holding.
"Haa... Han Gyeo-ul Writer-nim! You're a god! You saved me!"
If it weren't for Writer-nim, I never would've hooked Minho oppa, or learned he's a fan of [I Imprisoned Her.]
Gotta send a gift set next holiday season.
Something expensive. Real expensive.
Heh heh heh.
Still giggling to myself, I grabbed my phone.
But was today's episode really like that?
I logged into Novel World and clicked the latest chapter.
And the first line on the screen was...
[Light brown hair down to the shoulders. Snow-white skin. A faint orange scent wafted from the nape of her neck.]
...What the hell. This.