#20. Gift
#20. Gift
13th time.
The number of times I've masturbated while looking at the Han Na-eun Episodes of [I Imprisoned Her.] that have come out so far.
The scene where Lee Jin-seong fucks Han Na-eun was truly exquisite.
["You're gonna kneel before my cock anyway, so why the fuck are you resisting!"]
["Smack! Lee Jin-seong whipped Han Na-eun's ass with a riding crop."]
["I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."]
At first, she desperately tried to avoid his touch and escape somehow, but no way in hell.
["Han Na-eun. Declare it one more time."]
["H-here...?"]
["You wanna get dumped?"]
["No! I'll do it! Don't dump me!"]
["Na-eun grabbed his pant leg and begged."]
["Awe. That was the emotion Han Na-eun felt toward Lee Jin-seong right now."]
["I... I am Lee Jin-seong Master's cum-dump bitch!"]
Ahh...
How could every single passage be so vulgar?
Even though I'd just finished masturbating, my fingers started slyly creeping toward my pussy again.
["Cum-dump bitch..."]
I recited the line from the novel exactly as it was.
Just reading it with my eyes was a totally different dimension from putting those words in my own mouth.
The moment my voice flowed out.
The fantasy no longer stayed there anymore.
It became this world. The reality where I was breathing right now.
Minho oppa's dark red cock flickered before my eyes.
["Han Gyeo-ul Writer-nim..."]
Writer-nim. Writer-nim.
My writer-nim.
Please fuck your illustrator just like in the novel.
Once again, I couldn't hold back, and my fingers started moving busily.
The day Minho oppa dragged me into the motel.
I'd sworn I'd never masturbate again, but after seeing [I Imprisoned Her.], I couldn't resist.
My ideal type, Lee Jin-seong, kept calling Han Na-eun's name endlessly, whispering filthy words in her ear.
Her body type and hairstyle were completely different from mine, but just because the name was the same, I couldn't help but over-immerse several times more.
The decisive hint that let me be certain oppa was Han Gyeo-ul Writer-nim was the author's note.
At the end of Han Na-eun (1).
The words I'd made oppa repeat like a spell were perfectly captured in the author's note.
["Na-eun is a virgin."]
Of course, given the content of the Han Na-eun (1) episode, Han Gyeo-ul Writer-nim's final comment wasn't weird at all, but I instinctively knew.
That Minho oppa was Han Gyeo-ul Writer-nim.
The day I figured that out, I was so happy I thought I'd burst into tears.
The memory of bawling while insisting I was a virgin flew away completely, my heart filled with pure joy.
Why? Because it proved oppa was such a fucked-up guy who'd written over 100 erotic novels.
A total airhead bastard whose head was filled only with how to deliciously pop a pretty girl's cherry.
No one but me could truly understand and accept such a total pervert bastard.
How rare is a virgin who wants to get fucked like a dog in this world!
I fixed my phone to the selfie stick and hung the placard I'd made for oppa around my neck once more.
Then I should send a gift photo to our writer-nim.
Without hesitation, I unhooked my bra.
Last time, he groped over my clothes, but if I show him directly with my eyes this time, next time he'll strip me and grope my bare skin, right?
If he really likes it, he might even suck on them.
Oppa... my... breasts...
Just imagining it made my pussy wet again.
I'm such an unchaste virgin, seriously.
With my breasts fully exposed, I timed the camera and made a V-sign with both hands.
The national rule pose that any erotic illustrator has probably drawn at least once. Double peace.
The perfect pose to certify that you're a girl who enjoys and loves lewd situations.
In the novel, Lee Jin-seong often used it too when taking certification shots of the heroines.
Come on... oppa.
You still not gonna check it even like this?
Whether I'm a virgin. Or not.
I sent the email as if I were a perfect stranger, then licked my lips with my tongue.
Ah... I want to suck oppa's cock.
Back to first period.
The horrific Urban Planning class had returned.
The professors always loved spouting bullshit.
The important thing was that it was usually neither fun nor educational.
"When I was studying in California..."
Not interested. California or Argentina, whatever.
Sure enough, the fourth-years started collapsing one by one like animals hit with tranquilizer darts.
An utterly normal reaction.
I was barely holding onto my sanity, and only after the professor-nim announced break time did I slam my head on the desk.
"Wow. Fucking sleepy."
"Yeah. It's especially bad today."
If even the goody-two-shoes Hwi-min looked tired, that said it all.
"Wanna grab some coffee?"
"Nah. I'm good. Gonna catch a quick nap."
"You're gonna keep sleeping and not wake up."
"But class is over now, and we're supposed to do Team Project time from here. If you wake me, I'll get up."
Hwi-min gave me a pitiful look, clicked his tongue, and said he'd be back.
Ah... I'm seriously gonna die.
And so I closed my eyes for a bit.
Poke.
Poke poke.
Feeling someone jabbing my shoulder with a finger, I groggily looked up.
Who...
"Hello."
An unfamiliar voice.
"Ah. Yes. Hello."
Scratching my head as I sat up, I stretched and checked out the voice's owner.
It crossed my mind that besides Na-eun, was there even a girl who'd talk to me? But thinking about it, yeah, there was.
The one who woke me was the mysterious student from another school we'd agreed to do Team Project with. Kim Si-eun.
"Minho... oppa, right?"
"Yeah, yeah."
"Mind if I sit next to you? The professor-nim said to talk together."
"Sure. Sit comfortably."
Break time still had a bit left, judging by the bodies slumped everywhere.
"Where's Hwi-min oppa?"
"He went to buy coffee."
"I see."
She smiled awkwardly and sat next to me.
An uncomfortable silence flowed between us.
...What. Guess I should say something.
I didn't have the tech to smoothly keep a convo going with a girl.
I turned my head slightly and looked at Kim Si-eun again—her beauty was blinding.
Gray hoodie.
Even in the so-called basic fit, her features rejected the word "plain."
"Which school are you from?"
After agonizing a bit, the question I barely managed was like a total noob interrogation.
"Daeseong University."
Once I started talking, she smiled lightly and answered.
"Why come to our school for this class?"
...This one was kinda curious.
Our school wasn't exactly a top-tier everyone knew about.
And this Urban Planning class was a total mess.
Fucking awful class.
"Um... just. I wanted to check out this school's architecture curriculum."
"What's different? From your original school?"
"Yeah! The professors' styles seem a bit different... and the class format too."
I started it thinking I should chat, but by the time I snapped out of it, it felt like an interrogation.
"So, who's your Design professor-nim this time?"
"Professor Kang's studio."
"No way? Why? Why pick such a nightmare!"
Professor Kang was infamous for roasting students alive.
The legendary tale of him pouring his coffee straight onto a model was known to every College of Architecture student here.
The kids stuck in Professor Kang's class right now? I'd never seen them leave the Design Room.
"...I didn't know."
Yeah... she's from another school.
Talking about Professor Kang made her shoulders slump.
"Aw... I see... Hang in there. At least he's got mad connections in the industry."
That was all I could say.
This was probably the extent architecture helped my life.
It let me talk to a hot transfer student for the first time.
Nice. Not bad.
"What. You already up?"
Hwi-min walked over holding a large coffee in one hand.
"Yeah. Si-eun woke me."
"Speak casually. Oppa."
"Uh... yeah... Si-eun-ah."
Awkward. Awkward. Awkward. Awkward.
I hated this vibe so much.
Wait, where's Na-eun?
Class was about to start again, but she wasn't around.
"Minho-ya. Na-eun didn't come?"
"Dunno. Haven't seen her."
"Hmm..."
Right as he finished, Na-eun's voice came from behind.
"Si-eun unni."
"Yeah! Na-eun-ah!"
Na-eun smiled brightly at Si-eun without even glancing at me or Hwi-min.
"Move over one seat, please!"
"Huh? You could just sit next to me..."
"Ahh~ I just don't wanna make unni sit next to a stinky mosol like that."
Pfft, Hwi-min burst out laughing.
Si-eun looking embarrassed, glancing at me.
I was reeling from the sudden ambush, the back of my head throbbing.
"What? Did I say something wrong?"
Na-eun's bold expression made deep rage start bubbling up in me.
...Han Na-eun. You fucking bitch.