#31. ASMR
#31. ASMR
"Alright, Oppa. Just like you did a moment ago, let's dissect your novel chapter by chapter!"
Countless question marks started popping up in my head.
So... you want me to analyze my own writing the same way I just broke down someone else's dialogue and all...?
"Na-eun-ah."
"Why?"
"I'm sorry."
"Why are you apologizing? You were trash-talking other people's novels like crazy, but now that it's your turn, you're embarrassed to show yours?"
Na-eun looked at me with a pathetic expression.
But right now, I had to endure it.
Reading an Erotic Novel out loud in front of the girl I'd raped.
Even my novel didn't have scenes that insane.
And for a writer, having someone else read your work with you was an incredibly humiliating ordeal.
Even if a friend just said, 'Hey, your writing's badass,' it'd make my head spin—let alone reading it together in my own room.
Impossible. Physiologically impossible.
This situation felt more like fantasy.
"Novel World star author. Han Gyeo-ul-ssi."
Na-eun proudly yet shyly recited my pen name, letter by letter.
"Let's get started."
Na-eun clicked the mouse with a sultry, melting voice.
And what appeared before my eyes was my first chapter, which I'd revised over ten times.
[Kang Suyeon (1)].
In novels, Chapter 1 is more important than any other.
It needs elements to grab everyone's attention at once, and info to infer the protagonist's personality.
For possession stories, a familiar game character pops up. For apocalypse ones, ruins in pitch-black darkness.
So, contextually, the opening scene of [I Imprisoned Her] is...
"If Oppa won't explain it yourself, I'll just read it."
Since it was going to be revealed to her anyway, I thought maybe it'd be better if she read it alone, so I squeezed my eyes shut.
Yeah... just... quickly read Chapter 1 and then curse it out as trash and close it.
I'll forgive the insults this time.
So please, just shut the novel off in front of me!!!!
"Ahng...! Master, just a little more...!"
It wasn't some speaker sound.
This was the raw voice of a living woman.
An utterly, extremely lewd and lascivious voice echoing right in my ear.
There's no way I wouldn't recognize this line.
Because... this is...
"You love it 'cause I'm fucking you, don't you, you bitch?"
Na-eun started mimicking Lee Jin-seong's lines in a slightly lower tone.
"Na-eun-ah! I'm really sorry! Please stoooop!"
I clamped her mouth shut and wailed desperately.
But even with her mouth covered, her voice didn't stop.
"Ha-eung! Yes! Suyeon is Master's number one bitch."
...No. But Na-eun-ah.
Why are you acting so goddamn realistically?
Did you go to some voice acting academy or what?
Na-eun was putting her all into the performance, full of genuine emotion.
But I had no time to admire it.
To preserve my dignity.
To prevent my suicide.
I had to stop her.
So the method I chose was...
"Mmph!"
I shoved the hand that was covering her mouth straight into her mouth.
A bit unsanitary and gross, but sorry, Na-eun-ah.
But this is your fault. I told you not to.
Why force it when I said no, making me look like this?
But... something felt off.
Because between the fingers I'd jammed in her mouth to silence her, her tongue started sharply wrapping around my fingers.
The warm temperature inside her mouth and her tongue movements reminded me of that day we had sex.
...I had to stop her quick.
"Puha!"
When I pulled my fingers out, a white thread connected my hand to Na-eun's mouth.
"You... you!"
I tried to call her out on her behavior, but Na-eun wiped her mouth with her sleeve and struck first.
"Oppa."
Her eyes weren't on my face.
Na-eun raised her index finger and pointed at my crotch.
"...It's hard?"
At her words, I looked down 90 degrees.
And there...
My dick, uselessly honest, oblivious to the mood, had pitched a tent.
...Junior-kun. You've been trained to stand just from Na-eun's voice, huh.
No physical touch except her licking my fingers, yet my dick sprang up like a dog reuniting with its beloved master.
Should I just kill myself? Fuck.
"Huh... hahaha."
Even I found it ridiculous, so I let out a hollow laugh.
"Oppa. Turned on from listening to your own novel ASMR?"
Na-eun's playful voice.
"Yeah. Seems like it."
No real reason to deny it.
As an Erotic Novelist, I had a phrase I used often in my stories.
Probably common in other Erotic Novels too, but it was...
[The body doesn't lie.]
Exactly. My body was no different, readers.
No. But still, it wasn't even a handjob—just her mouthing my fingers—and it stands up? That bruised my pride too much.
I'd scraped off my Mosol sticker somewhat, but my body still had zero immunity to a woman's body.
Na-eun crouched down in front of me like my erect dick was cute.
"Oppa, so do you write your novels in this state every time?"
"...Sometimes?"
This was probably a question a lot of people wondered about.
Do Erotic Novelists get sexually aroused while writing?
Can't say for everyone, but I was a yes.
The whole point of Erotic Novels is to make people grab their dicks.
To achieve that, writers artificially create situations and amp up the mood with dialogue.
If I don't get hard from the scenes I create, who'll read my stuff and get off?
"So when it's about to burst your pants like this..."
Na-eun raised her index finger.
"What do you do?"
Tok.
She pushed my glans back with her finger.
Intense stimulation rushed to my lower body.
Ahh... Na-eun-ah...
You shouldn't have signed that contract.
Without hesitation, I undid my pants string.
My swollen dick was still blocking the pants from coming down, but I ignored it and pulled them down anyway.
"...Oppa?"
Na-eun's flustered voice.
"Na-eun-ah."
"...Talk with your pants on."
One step. Two steps.
As I approached her, Na-eun started backing away like a lamb before a wolf devours it.
But this was a cramped room.
Her escape routes were way too limited.
Before five steps, her back hit the window.
"...You said you're curious how I handle my sexual urges while writing."
"...Hik!"
I slowly leaned in and whispered in her ear.
"Normally."
I slipped my hand into my panties and thrust my dick toward her.
Her touch made the angry shaft poke at her navel area.
"I'd just rub it off like this by myself?"
I grabbed her hand and forced it onto my dick with mine.
Her small hand overlapped mine and started slow up-and-down strokes.
I could see Na-eun's pupils trembling.
"But... from today, I'm gonna use you."
"Use... me...? Hik!"
"Yeah. You agreed, remember? To me taking responsibility for you like the protagonist in my novel."
Every time Na-eun fidgeted her hand, my dick thrashed like it craved even more stimulation.
"Th-then Oppa has to take responsibility for me. Why make me do weird stuff?"
"Because this is how the protagonist, Lee Jin-seong, does it."
"...Don't make me laugh. Hik! You say take responsibility and then try more dirty shit—what kind of psycho does that!"
With one hand squeezing my dick tight, I roughly grabbed her breast with the other.
"Ah... it hurts!"
"Na-eun-ah. How many sane characters do you think there are among Erotic Novel protagonists?"
I kneaded her nicely perky breast and continued.
"Zero. None. Because Erotic Novel protagonists..."
I grinned at her like the final black curtain boss in my novel.
"They think with their dicks."
The odds of a rational thinker becoming an Erotic Novel protagonist? Zero.
Guys who rationally plan conquests exist, but ultimately, they're devoured by their dicks—conscience and morals be damned.
That's Erotic Novel protagonists.
I expected her to faint from that, but Na-eun wore a super subtle expression.
"...So, Oppa."
"Yeah?"
"If Oppa makes me put this thing I'm holding in my mouth..."
Maybe from experience, she could predict what I'd make her do.
"Am I sucking Oppa's brain?"
...That's the conclusion?
At her absurd response, I felt my dick droop a bit.