#22. Body and Soul
#22. Body and Soul
"Yeah. I came fucking fast. Jerked off to your tit pics until my dick was swollen to bursting. Why."
How could such beautiful resonance exist in this world.
His warm words made waves of emotion surge through me.
"Oppa..."
I imagined Oppa gripping and shaking his dick all by himself.
Using me as jerk-off material for that massive dick of his...
Imagining Oppa blasting his cum toward my face in the picture was pure ecstasy.
Cum...
How much cum could that magnificent dick of his produce.
My third illustration came to mind.
Han Heejung.
The third Heroine, who worked as a nurse at a university hospital.
Her illustration was posed on her knees, taking cum on her face.
Of course, her outfit was an outrageously slutty modified nurse uniform, beyond words.
The clothes were ripped open in all sorts of places, and her massive cleavage was blatantly there to steal every gaze.
To depict thick, sticky cum plastered all over her porcelain skin, I'd had to diligently reference other erotic illustrations and porn videos.
Watching. And watching again.
I'd even researched which angles would be the most arousing.
Minho Oppa's cum on my face pic...
Suddenly, I thought it was a waste for Oppa's cum to go there.
...Just shoot it straight on my face instead.
If he ordered me to swallow it, I could do that, and if he made me hold his cum in my mouth for a cleanup blowjob, I was confident I could nail that too.
Hauu...
He hadn't even cum yet, but my mouth was watering already.
"...Hey. Han Na-eun."
"Yeah?"
Minho Oppa was looking at me, lost in my fantasies, with a complicated expression.
"...Why's your face like that."
Agh. You idiot bitch.
I must've failed to hold back the bliss and ended up grinning like a fool again.
"Oppa. This is a 150,000-won lunch. Doesn't it make your heart race?"
"...It's my fucking money, so why would I be smiling."
"Anyway, your hardcore pervert novel fanatics fill your wallet nice and plump~"
I filled it too, you know~
I wanted to wink mischievously, but stay calm. Han Na-eun.
Today's goal was partly to score a delicious meal, but mainly to draw out the beast slumbering inside Oppa as much as possible.
The moment I learned Minho Oppa was Han Gyeo-ul-nim.
That was the end of the story on his potential.
No need to discuss it further.
Act indifferent. Act normal.
No matter how much Oppa tried to play it that way, I, who'd binged his novels, knew the truth.
This guy. Wasn't right in the head.
No one with proper common sense in their skull would write that shit.
A guy who writes scenes of squirting mayo on a woman's tits to dip salmon rolls in—him pretending to be prim and proper was just hilarious.
Come to think of it... yeah?
This is a sushi place too, huh?
An idea to provoke Oppa popped into my head, so I started laying the groundwork slowly.
Knock knock
When the female employee came in, side dishes started coming out one by one.
As expected from a 150,000-won course, there were rare dishes you don't see every day.
Red snapper ceviche. Grilled blackthroat seaperch. Tuna sashimi.
Kya~ As it should be—these foods are worth double when they're not on my dime.
Meanwhile, Minho Oppa's face grew gloomier with every dish the employee served.
Ah... so cute...
Oppa. You might be bummed now, but if I pull down your pants later, I'll suck you off real good.
Lighten up that face. Okay?
"I'll dig in~"
Flashing a bright smile, I popped a thick chunk of tuna belly sashimi into my mouth.
The melting texture dissolving on my tongue made me close my eyes.
This is it. The taste of capital!
"Oppa."
"Wassup."
Oppa, figuring he might as well make back his money since it was already spent, started wolfing down the plates.
"Have some of this too."
I placed a piece of complimentary grilled eel on his spoon.
Grow strong, virility! Shoot up tall!
"Hey. Cut the good-girl act and let's just split it half-and-half. Then I'll think of it as a tasty meal and eat with a smile."
"No thanks? Why should I?"
"Come on... this ain't pocket change."
In web novels, views equal the author's income.
I could vaguely guess his earnings, so no way I'd pity him over his words.
Today's income alone would more than cover the meal.
"Then just go home and write one more chapter."
"Huh?"
"Go home and write another Han Na-eun Episode. Problem solved, right?"
Wiping my mouth with a napkin, I casually belittled the fruits of his labor like it was nothing.
"Just write some crap like~ the protagonist pounded her hard. The girl moaned aaangh aaangh. Boom, one chapter done. Money duplicated. That's erotic novels for ya."
His face suddenly darkened intensely.
Yes. That's the reaction I wanted.
"...Hey. I get you looking down on me for being an erotic novelist."
I don't look down on you though?
I think it's adorable?
"Don't shit on my work. Put yourself in my shoes—if someone trashed your drawings, you'd hate it too. Even if they're erotic illustrations."
His words definitely hit home.
The most insulting thing an erotic illustrator like me could hear was...
[Ah. It's trash.]
The second I saw that reaction, I'd wanna hunt the fucker down and smash their skull with a hammer.
You have no clue how many mangas I studied to draw that—daring to call it 'trash' to my face?
"Doesn't matter. It's just the perverts' opinions anyway."
"You're doing stuff you couldn't talk about in front of me or others, so you're no different. Got it?"
Got it~ We're both hopeless total perverts~
"Nah... Oppa. At least I don't draw using my acquaintances' faces~"
I shot back with a cheeky grin.
"Not like Oppa, sitting in front of the monitor shlick-shlicking while fantasizing about fucking some girl you don't like?"
Minho Oppa choked on my words and coughed.
Looks like I nailed him right on the head.
"Didn't do that."
"I have one thing I'm curious about. Can I ask?"
"No. Before that, lemme order something."
Oppa pressed the bell and called the employee.
"One bottle of soju here."
"Soju in broad daylight?"
"Yeah. It's my money and I'm drinking it—what're you gonna do about it."
Hmmm...
I didn't wanna get nagged by a drunk Oppa.
A woman getting raped by a drunk guy is a common story.
And the guy apologizing afterward, claiming no memory? Common too.
Of course, it'd kill the mood.
Indulging in blazing sensuality in a sober state.
A sharp decision from cold reason, not a muddled mind.
Only when that results in rape does perfect sex exist.
But regardless of what I thought, Minho Oppa had already cracked open the soju and filled his glass to the brim.
"Want a shot too?"
I hesitated briefly but turned down his offer.
"No thanks. I'm good."
"Fine. More for me then."
It didn't matter if today wasn't the day I'd get fucked.
As long as I had his weakness in my grip, he was a rat in a trap.
No escape hole from me.
Letting him drink and probing his true feelings wasn't a bad plan either.
"Kku~"
Oppa downed the full glass in one go and refilled it.
"So. What'd you wanna ask."
"What's your ideal type, Oppa?"
"Why do you care."
Oppa snorted like it was ridiculous.
"Just... y'know... wondering how high-maintenance Mosol guys' standards are to stay single."
Honestly, I figured it was more likely they weren't high standards at all.
"At least it's not you, so give up."
...Jerking off to my pic until he came, and he says that shit?
"Why not me? You jerked off good and hard to my tit pics."
Oppa went silent for a bit, then tossed back more soju.
"...You're not a virgin."
...What?
After all that ideological training last time, he's still misunderstanding?
"Oppa. I am a virgin, I told you. My hymen's intact and all."
"Hey. Hymen not torn doesn't make you a virgin?"
What kinda bullshit was this.
I haven't slept with anyone, so I am a virgin!
He hasn't even had that many drinks—does he have a low tolerance?
"Then what makes a virgin?"
"I don't know about mind or body, but your energy's fucked up."
...Mind? Body? Energy?
"Explain it so I get it."
His sudden cryptic words made me anxious.
Does Oppa have his own special virgin criteria?
Minho Oppa suddenly straightened his back and sat like some Taoist master.
"Listen up. A true virgin must satisfy all three: mind, energy, body."
"First. Mind. Have you ever given your heart to another man."
"Second. Energy. Are you ignorant of sexual knowledge or skills. No masturbation experience."
"Third. Body. This is what you mean—have you mixed bodies with someone else."
What the hell. Where's this from. Then I...
"So. You, making money off erotic illustrations and sending me pics like that."
No way. Does that mean I'm...
"Not a virgin. You little shit~"
Fuck that shit. You psycho bastard!
...Minho Oppa was clearly a tougher opponent than I'd imagined.