#32. Counterattack
#32. Counterattack
"Is it sucking Oppa's brain?"
At Na-eun's words, I suddenly thought that maybe she should be the author instead of me.
They say successful people think differently even when seeing the same thing...
Her outlandish remark was making my dick shrivel up again.
"Huh? Oppa."
With the hand opposite the one gripping my dick, Na-eun smoothly rubbed my glans back and forth.
"Brain death has arrived?"
I, who had been about to teach her once more about the greatness of a male, felt my head go blank.
What the hell kind of conversation is this?
"Yeah. Feels like actual brain death."
She was talking about my dick, but my actual brain felt like it had stopped functioning too.
"Oh dear..."
Na-eun looked pityingly at my shriveled-up dick.
"If Oppa goes brain dead, the one in real trouble is actually me..."
This time, Na-eun's hand started moving on her own accord, ignoring my will.
"I've still got a novel to write to pay her the illustrator fee that hasn't been deposited yet."
It was weird.
Because Na-eun's hand began moving with the skill of a trainer who's tamed countless dicks.
This wasn't a skill from just a day or two of practice.
...But I'm pretty sure I was the one who took her virginity.
My body twitched from the expert touch on my lower half, but my mind kept racing through various possibilities.
A virgin with no experience being suspiciously good at handjobs—could it be...!
"Hey. Na-eun."
"Oppa. Look at this. Thanks to my CPR, your brain's starting to come back to life!"
Na-eun giggled mockingly as she looked at my half-erect dick.
"But why?"
"You..."
Of course, she could be lying, but I wanted to check anyway.
"Did you work at a handjob joint?"
"...Pardon?"
Trembling voice. As expected, Na-eun...
My guess seemed spot on.
"Hey. No matter how money-hungry you are, trying to make cash that easy. Fuck!"
You crazy bitch!
She suddenly smacked my dick, which I'd been enjoying the soft feel of, with her palm.
Whoa. Fucking hurts.
It would've hurt just getting hit, but in its sensitive half-hard state, it stung twice as bad.
"Ah... wait a sec..."
The intense pain made me forget what I was about to say.
"Ha... Oppa..."
Na-eun's expression turned downright menacing.
"After popping my cherry, you can't even take responsibility."
She gripped my swelling dick again, wringing it like a rag.
"Quit treating me like a whore?"
...Had I been overly fantasizing about the whole 'virgin' thing?
Do average Korean virgins all have this level of technique?
Her words were starting to confuse me more and more.
My eyes and dick clearly remembered she was a virgin, but how the hell is that a virgin?
How is that anywhere near virgin-level!
Afraid I'd get smacked again if I spouted more nonsense, I gritted my teeth and swallowed the words rising in my throat.
"...Sorry."
"Ha. This is so ridiculous."
Na-eun let go of my dick.
Her expression quickly turned gloomy.
"Oppa."
"Yeah."
"I'm really not that kind of person."
What the hell does 'that kind of person' even mean here?
"I've never even been to a guy's place before yours, Oppa, and you're the first adult male body I've seen in real life."
Her legs gave out, and Na-eun squatted in the corner of my room.
"So please. No more calling me a whore or a slut."
"Sorry."
"If you wanna call me that way..."
Still with nothing covering my lower half, she slowly crawled between my legs.
"At least do it when it becomes true."
"What?"
What the fuck is this now?
"You're pissed off right now because you keep saying shit that's not true."
"Making assumptions I did it when I haven't."
"Treating me like a slut when I'm a virgin."
"I'm a Mosol, and you're some pimp with whores? Does that make you feel good?"
...I'd kinda like that?
The ultimate dream of an Erotic Novel author. The sugar daddy life...
"Why no answer."
"Nah. Just seems not bad."
"Oppa really is an incorrigible perv, huh."
"Hey. I've lived clean. Even if my mind's filthy, have I ever hurt anyone?"
I thought I'd kept my fantasies and reality strictly separate, but Na-eun pointed at herself with her index finger.
"Me."
...Yeah, you're right. There you are.
"The victim damaged because Oppa thinks with his dick. Right here."
She gently rested her face between my legs.
Na-eun's warm breath brushed over my dick.
"...This is a social evil for sure. Whew..."
I knew she was deliberately teasing my dick.
But I couldn't figure out her intentions at all.
What does Han Na-eun want from me?
What does this star Erotic Illustration illustrator want, teasing me without reporting me?
"Na-eun."
"Yeah?"
"Wanna fuck?"
I tossed it out to her with zero warning or context.
"...Heeeng."
...This time, it's not my imagination.
I was confident I'd heard her reaction clearly.
"...What?"
After a moment of silence, Na-eun looked at me with a slightly flushed face.
"Your dick."
"That's not a dick; it's Oppa's super-elastic brain."
...This one's a bit physiologically gross.
"Then wanna have my brain poke your hole?"
"If you're just gonna keep spewing vulgar dirty talk, I'm going home."
Na-eun shot up like she couldn't take it anymore.
"You're really leaving? Just say 'fuck me' once, and it's all yours."
I shook my fully erect dick left and right like an arcade joystick.
"You could suck it, bite it, taste it."
She froze on the spot, bag in hand, shoes on at the front door.
"Th... thinking saying that will make me obey you."
I got off the bed and slid my dick along her ass crack once.
"Really not gonna?"
"Oppa. Ri... right now, if I open this door, your dick will be fully visible to everyone outside?"
She was trying to chase me off with some lame threat.
But I'm the author of [I Imprisoned Her].
The author who has Excel files full of behavioral patterns of lustful bitches.
I'd written and studied countless lines from heroines pretending reluctance.
"Then some other horny slut obsessed with dick will come suck my goods."
If she kicked the door open and left here, my hypothesis was wrong.
If she obeyed me like this...
"I... I held back from reporting you, but if I get caught, it'll be a big problem."
Na-eun twisted around and took off her shoes again.
"Just this once."
What do you mean just this once.
You insane perverted bitch.
...I think I'd figured out why she hadn't reported me.
"Yeah. Guess you'll have to grant my request too, huh?"
I placed my hand on her shoulder with a sleazy tone.
"Come on, Na-eun. This is blackmail. You're reluctantly granting my request."
Like chanting a spell, I urged her into doing something bad.
"Say it with your mouth. 'Fuuuuck meeee.'"
Her shoulders twitched with every syllable.
"Mi... Minho Oppa."
Like a shy girl confessing to her first love in a movie, Na-eun called my name.
Her cheeks slightly flushed.
I could visibly see her gulp.
"Please... fuuuck me with your dick, Oppa!"
Clap clap clap.
Bravo.
I applauded inwardly and smiled at her.
"Good job. Na-eun. You can go now."
I casually put on my underwear and pulled on some comfy shorts like nothing happened.
"Ye...?"
Na-eun stood there blinking dumbly like a broken robot.
"I got no more business with you today, so head out. You were trying to leave earlier anyway, right?"
"Yeah, but Oppa was blackmailing me and all..."
I shoved her bag back into her hands and pushed her back.
"See you at school, Na-eun!"
"Oppa?"
Bang!
After kicking her out, I couldn't hold back the laughter bubbling up.
Why hadn't I thought of this sooner?
I'd been treating Na-eun like a normal person too much.
Just shifting the perspective a bit led this easily to the answer.
I opened the drawer and shredded the suicide note I'd painstakingly handwritten.
Embarrassed life my ass.
At this point, I was basically a vigilante.
Felt refreshing.
So refreshing I could go mad.
All the time I'd spent feeling sorry for hurting Na-eun felt ridiculous now.
I'd actually engraved unforgettable beautiful memories into her.
She should be bowing in gratitude, but instead, she tried to gaslight me.
She needed punishment.
And as an Erotic Novel author, I knew exactly the cruelest punishment for Na-eun in this situation.