#30. NTR
#30. NTR
Damn it... From now on, I need to delete it from the Novel World desktop background or something.
I almost got caught by oppa because of this needless misunderstanding that nearly revealed my identity.
It was way too early to reveal my identity to him.
If oppa found out that I was his avid fan who knew every detail of his novels, it would be as good as my defeat.
From now on, I had to pretend completely not to know about the training oppa would give me.
Even getting my pussy stirred up in a movie theater and fucked in the bathroom.
Even being made to wear a swimsuit that exposes only my privates at the beach.
I had to act like I knew nothing about all of it.
That way, oppa would train me even more rewardingly.
And I could savor oppa's genuine training, not some acting.
I had to answer oppa's question somehow, so I blurted out some random work that came to mind, but Minho oppa's reaction was anything but normal.
This guy... is he seriously pissed...?
Why...?
The truth was, I'd never read [Childhood Friend High School Classmate and Senior].
The only work I was reading on Novel World was oppa's novel.
I'd skimmed other novels too, but the other Erotic Novels tended to focus too much on the sex and neglect the story.
But that wasn't right.
A delicious Erotic Novel needs solid buildup and exquisite psychological descriptions to really shine.
What's fun about Heroines just whipping it out and going 'He-eung~' with their eyes rolling back?
That's why oppa's novels were even more perfect.
Love and hate.
A body that enjoys it and a mind that resists.
Every single line had unmatched perfection.
"Why are you badmouthing it? There are so many people on the bus."
"Ha... Na-eun-ah... seriously, you..."
Minho oppa clutched his forehead like he was dizzy.
"It's fine if you haven't read mine. But how can you say that one's fun to me?"
For a moment, I felt like I was a cheating girlfriend caught in the act.
"Why? It is fun."
I'd already bluffed that I'd read it, so I had to say it was fun or something, but if oppa asked about the content, my lie would be exposed immediately.
"You... you...!"
Oppa was so furious it reached the top of his head, and he couldn't continue.
"We're here. Let's get off."
I lightly pushed him aside and brushed past.
We'd arrived at the site for the new project and circled around the museum.
Minho oppa still couldn't get over what I'd said and kept grumbling beside me.
"Han Na-eun. I'll seriously recommend other Novel World novels. There are so many better ones than that."
"Why do you keep messing with my tastes? Hurry up and take pictures of the building. We need to send proof shots to the professor-nim or we'll get in less trouble."
What the hell was so special about that [Childhood Friend High School Classmate and Senior] that he kept going on about it.
Oppa pulled out his phone at my words and started shooting.
"Haa... but this slope is pretty steep. Making the Conta is gonna be a total pain in the ass, huh?"
As expected, since it wasn't in the middle of the city, we'd climbed a pretty winding slope to get here.
When making Architectural Models, you always had to create a Conta mimicking the surrounding site.
Flat land was no big deal, but on sloped terrain like this, the workload could double or even triple.
And this site was straight-up nightmare fuel.
Doing it by hand would take all day.
"I don't care. I'm outsourcing to laser cutting."
Oppa snappily declared he'd replace labor with money, then finished taking photos and jotted down necessary info.
"All done? Let's head down."
"...Na-eun-ah."
Oppa called me to a halt with a suddenly serious voice.
"Why."
"Design class is over for today, so nothing to do at home, right?"
Thump thump.
For the first time since we met, I had a feeling oppa was about to invite me to do something first.
Is the training finally starting...!
I turned to check oppa's face and was certain.
A menacing expression reminiscent of Lee Jin-seong.
"Come by my place for a bit and let's talk."
"No topics to discuss with oppa."
"No. I do."
Heart, stop acting up.
My heart was pounding so hard I thought oppa could hear it, so I had to reply louder.
"I'm gonna remodel you perfectly from now on. Shut up and follow me."
He-eung.
This time, thankfully, I managed to stifle the cute onomatopoeia that was about to slip out.
Just moments ago, it had escaped unwittingly, leaving me mortified.
"...You're not scary at all, just spouting shiny words without explaining how you'll remodel me?"
Get angrier.
Scold me more.
You can't just let a cheeky junior like this slide, right, oppa?
"I don't do words. Just watch."
Oppa's single phrase felt like a signal straight to my womb.
Minho oppa grabbed my wrist so hard it turned red and led me once more to his palace.
Huin-dong's one-room.
"Got it?"
Just like last time, the two of us sat side by side in front of Minho oppa's desk, staring at the computer screen.
"...Oppa."
"Why? Something you don't get?"
"Why do I have to listen to this?"
"...I told you. I'm gonna remodel you."
...Oppa.
I'm seriously gonna figure out you're a Mosol at this rate.
Truthfully, there wasn't much reason from the outside to think Minho oppa was a Mosol.
He was tall and decent-looking, so I figured he'd dated at least once...
This is it.
Of course, I couldn't deny I was a crazy bitch myself, but this side of Minho oppa... it was madness.
Madness was the only way to describe it.
With a face like Satan himself, he'd been explaining for a full hour why [Childhood Friend High School Classmate and Senior] was a shit novel.
It was a work serialized up to a whopping 200 chapters, and he dissected each one, pointing out where the plausibility fell apart.
"Look. Does it make sense for Go Eun-ha to confess to the guy here? Does it?! Huh? Fuck. It'd make more sense if she got hit by a hypnosis app and her brain melted. How is this normal thinking! You can't immerse in the protagonist like this. You can't!"
"...You can't."
Suddenly, I was memorizing the names of characters from a novel I didn't care about.
Sensing my patience was nearly at its limit, I thought I needed to put the brakes on him.
"Oppa... we don't have to watch this anymore... can we stop?"
"What? Then cancel it from your favorites right here. Prove it. Then I'll let you go."
...Pardon?
That means logging into Novel World on my phone right now?
Emergency. Emergency.
Because the only work in my Novel World library right now was one.
Minho oppa's [I Imprisoned Her].
"I'm gonna hit the bathroom real quick."
"Hey! Cancel the favorite first!"
Ignoring him, I locked the bathroom door and frantically pulled out my phone.
I opened the Novel World app, went to my library, and clicked the heart button.
Would you like to remove [I Imprisoned Her] from your favorites?
Ha... we'll meet again soon, Han Gyeo-ul writer-nim. Jin-seong-ssi.
Tearing up, I hit cancel and had no choice but to rummage through the rankings again.
Ah... where the fuck is this shitty work.
The work that ruined my lovey-dovey training time with Minho oppa.
[Childhood Friend High School Classmate and Senior].
I started hating this work I'd never even read a single letter of.
Ah... I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up; now I'm all deflated... what is this...
But against my feelings, I added it to my favorites list and left the bathroom.
"What, couldn't bring yourself to cancel the favorite? Huh?"
Oppa was still fired up, glaring at me with bulging eyes.
Wait... if it's this development...
A good idea hit me.
The idea of getting fucked.
"Oppa. If you think you're so great that you can nitpick other people's novels like that."
I slyly scooted my chair closer to oppa and placed my hand on his thigh.
"Wha... what."
As expected, he still wasn't used to my skinship.
"Show me."
"Show what."
"That your novel is more fun and solid."
"...You said you'd die before reading it."
Oppa eyed me suspiciously.
"But seeing you so serious about novels, I got curious how well you must write to talk like this."
I could feel the blazing anger in oppa's eyes gradually fading.
Instead, oppa's face was starting to pale.
He must have sensed it too. Something was going wrong.
But it's too late, Han Gyeo-ul writer-nim.
From now on, you...
"Then, oppa. Like you just did, let's dissect your novel chapter by chapter!"
I grinned with my eyes and whispered in his ear.
"Steal the readers from that novel you hate so much."