#24. Advent
#24. Advent
...Han Na-eun entering my room.
An uninvited guest. And I had zero immunity to female guests like that.
I couldn't just leave her standing outside forever, so I hurriedly started cleaning up my room.
I tossed the haphazardly scattered underwear and clothes into the laundry basket first, then eyed my desk.
The leftover delivery lunchbox from yesterday was still sitting there untouched.
Why the hell is there so much crap to clean up?
Damn... I should've tidied up a bit before crashing last night.
After dumping the food waste, I chucked the remaining plastic containers into the trash.
It was a dual monitor setup I'd splurged on for architecture work, but right now my screens were showing the leftover draft of the Han Na-eun Episode from yesterday and the doujinshi page of Hiromi as reference material.
If Na-eun caught sight of this as-is, I'd definitely get an earful from her.
No doubt in like 30 minutes she'd be going, "Whoa~ Oppa~ I knew you'd be like this~"
I reached for the mouse to close the windows, but then a sudden idea hit me.
...What if I just leave it on?
Ever since Han Na-eun got dirt on me, she'd been treating me like a pathetic Mosol loser who couldn't do shit.
Like I was some pitiful creep dankly churning out erotic novels in my room.
So what if I showed her the "real deal" in reverse?
If I let her see what crawling chaos in the erotic novel world really meant, maybe she'd get so grossed out she'd finally leave me alone?
Sure, judging by the jokes she tossed my way and the illustrations Na-eun drew, she had some resistance to this stuff, but I could show her way more than that.
...Han Na-eun. Let's see if you can peer into the "abyss" without getting scared of me.
Once I finished prepping, I opened the door and let Na-eun in.
"Come on in."
"Pardon the intrusion."
She neatly took off her shoes and looked around my room like it was some curiosity.
"...It's cramped."
"Hey. I told you it was cramped."
"But I didn't know it'd be this cramped. You make good money—why not just move?"
"Who asked you? Quit nagging me to move or not."
There were always readers like this when I wrote.
People who nitpicked irrelevant shit when I was handling everything just fine.
Na-eun plopped down on my bed without even asking.
"Oppa."
"What."
"You write erotic novels here all the time?"
She glanced toward my desk as she asked.
"Yeah."
"So that's how it is?"
She got up, sat in my gaming chair, and spun it around.
I unfolded the spare guest chair and sat next to her.
"Ha... yeah. You came here under the pretext of work, so let's fire up the computer."
"You just press this, right?"
The moment Na-eun's hand went for the power button, I inwardly cheered.
It's going according to plan...!
Soon the monitors lit up, displaying the various materials I'd deliberately left open.
"This is..."
Na-eun's big eyes widened even further.
What I'd left open was the hardest-core manga I'd seen lately.
The heroine even kinda resembled Na-eun a bit, so I figured it'd be perfect to gross her out.
Mouth. Pussy. Asshole.
All her holes overflowing with cum in a kinda nasty scene—I could already sense my victory.
Get lost!
Go ahead and curse me out, just fuck off back home!
But Na-eun's reaction wasn't quite what I'd expected.
No, it was way off.
"Hauu..."
Suddenly, she bowed her head shyly.
With an expression like a girl secretly watching her crush from afar, Na-eun spoke in a small voice.
"This... is what Oppa likes?"
"Uh! This shit got me so hard! No clue how many loads I blew to it!"
I could've just said I liked it and left it at that, but I deliberately amped it up to disgust her.
"...How many loads?"
She actually asked?
"Like... three?"
I thought she was bold for asking, but I was legendary for answering.
"Oh yeah?"
For some reason, she looked pleased, which started giving me a massive sense of dissonance.
What... the fuck. She's an erotic illustrator, so this level is chump change to her or something?
But wouldn't a normal college girl at least grimace?
That image was hardcore as hell no matter how you sliced it.
A girl who looks like you covered head to toe in cum—shouldn't there be some reaction?
"This probably won't work as reference for our project anyway, so I'll close it. Cool?"
She breezed past my scheme so casually that I just nodded.
...Looks like my plan didn't land a single hit.
Na-eun turned her chair toward me with a subtle expression.
"Tell me about Han Na-eun."
"You mean tell you about yourself?"
"No. The character Oppa made up in the novel: Han. Na. Eun! The one you created to jerk off to while thinking of me."
Hearing that from her mouth herself made me wanna crawl into a hole anywhere.
Ah. This is my house, so nowhere left to run.
"...It's not a character based on you."
"But how come the heroine in the episode right after we hit the motel is named Han Na-eun?"
"Keep yapping bullshit and I'll kick you out."
Don't they say loyal retainers who speak truth get their heads chopped first?
I was starting to hate how she kept hitting the nail on the head.
"So, for the Han Na-eun illustrations—what concept were you going for, Oppa?"
In the original draft, Han Na-eun was a college girl illustrator just like the real person.
But after the full rewrite, the Han Na-eun character was a prospective teacher waiting for her assignment.
"You keep saying Han Na-eun, Han Na-eun, and it feels like you're talking about you since you're right here, so I'll just call her the new character."
Calling her by name felt too much like addressing the girl in front of me, so I set that up in advance.
"This new character is a teacher. More precisely, a teacher wannabe."
"Hmm... but with blonde hair and thicc body, doesn't it feel a bit off?"
Honestly, her point was spot-on.
In classic erotic novels, teachers were usually long black straight hair, maybe glasses if needed—that was the trope.
But I couldn't exactly tell her I changed it awkwardly to avoid it looking like her.
"Times have changed. We need open-minded teachers too."
Na-eun gave me a what-the-fuck-is-this-guy look, but I was getting used to her contemptuous stares.
"So? Any specific outfit you want?"
"You always nailed it on your own before."
One of the best things about working with HNE Author was how she'd take my rough keywords and deliver beyond perfect results.
"But the more specific you are, the closer it gets to what Oppa wants."
Na-eun hopped on a search portal and typed in [Teacher Daily Look].
The screen filled with outfits like what the young female teachers at my middle and high school wore.
"Pick the one you'd most want her wearing."
Ooh... so that's how illustrators roll.
I thought they just whipped shit up on the spot, but apparently not.
"This one."
Na-eun snickered when I pointed one out.
"Oppa must want teachers dressing like this, huh?"
I'd picked a white blouse and a tight black miniskirt.
"Nah. Readers like it that way."
"Bullshit. You're just asking me to draw what you like."
Sure, illustrations were for the readers, but satisfying my own tastes was part of it too.
I'm paying my own money— what's the problem?
"Outfit-wise... let's say something like this. What about pose?"
Na-eun's face was already full of mischief.
"The photo I sent last time—should we use that?"
"The one where you flip your tits out?"
"Yeah! The one Oppa couldn't handle and jerked off to like crazy."
Her tit pics kept flashing in my mind.
Right now, inside that shirt...
Gulp.
I recalled the feel of her tits from kneading them at her place last time.
That soft, peachy squishiness over the fluffy knit.
I knew I shouldn't, but my dick started reacting naturally.
"Want me to demo it again here?"
"Don't. I warned you—I won't hold back if you pull that shit."
I'd already given her the heads-up.
"Oppa, I know you'll just blue-ball it like a eunuch, so why not."
Na-eun started slyly lifting her blouse upward.
"You're gonna regret this for real, Na-eun."
"Even if you bluff, you're still a virgin."
Her blouse had hiked up past her navel, almost to where her bra would peek out.
"Seriously curious, but does the protagonist in Oppa's novel just do nothing in a situation like this? Not the concept I thought?"
"Ahh~ So it's that type where with zero buildup, the girl just jumps him yelling she loves it and shakes her hips?"
"Makes sense... Amateur written in his room with no experience. Poor thing. So pitiful."
Na-eun couldn't finish her sentence.
"Hey."
This was my Sanctuary.
The room where my novels were born, where I poured my soul into creating protagonist Lee Jin-seong.
Right here, she insulted my novel and treated Lee Jin-seong like some loser protag getting cucked in NTR world.
Fine... In this room, at least, I am author Han Gyeo-ul.
"You ever get bitch-slapped by a dick?"
And just like that, in my Sanctuary, my other ego—Lee Jin-seong—descended upon me.