#34. Defeat
#34. Defeat
Wiiiiing. Wiiiiing.
[Han Na-eun]
Just as I expected, Na-eun called me.
I, who had already left the school grounds, couldn't help but grin.
After Na-eun had visited my place.
I had thought about how I would punish her from now on, building up to it.
Honestly, I couldn't quite tell from where her actions had been planned.
For starters, handing over the illustrations on deadline day didn't seem intentional...
Making me pissed off enough to drag her to a motel?
Was that part of the plan too?
Up to that point, it felt a bit ambiguous.
But from then on, the pattern of her behavior was crystal clear.
[Please fuck me.]
The virgin girl had deceived and mocked me, gaslighting me into raping her to her tastes.
The bitch who must've been screaming in happiness inside tried to shatter my mental state by throwing around words like rape and such.
...If I just obediently gave her what she wanted like this, it'd be looking down on an erotic novelist way too much.
Me. Lee Min-ho.
I suck at calculating tensile strength and bending moments, but when it comes to the theory of teasing and brainwashing women, I'm top-tier in the country?
I win on 'theory' at least. Since I've never actually done it.
Anyway, I deliberately picked up her call very late with a languid voice.
[Hey~ Na-eun-ah~ What's up?]
[...You saying that shit right now?]
Oho... As expected, she seemed pretty damn pissed.
I could feel the heavy vibration of her rage rising from her dantian.
[Did I do something wrong by any chance?]
I asked innocently, as if nothing had happened.
[Oppa... gave me... that kind of... instruction...!]
She couldn't spit out the details of the instruction in a loud voice, probably because she was still in school.
[Instruction?]
I started acting like I genuinely had no idea.
[Oppa showed it to me on your phone's memo app!]
[Ah... That... I was just trying out lines for my new work.]
Of course, it was bullshit.
[W-what... did you say...?]
[I said it was a line for a new erotic novel.]
[Y-you... you fucking bastard! Where the hell does that lame excuse come from!]
Because of the suddenly spiked volume, I had to pull the phone away from my ear for a sec.
[I... Because of you... fuck...]
[But Na-eun-ah.]
Na-eun, who couldn't even speak properly from overwhelming anger.
The rod I would swing at such a her was none other than...
'Common sense.'
[Why.]
[You... don't tell me you actually wrote that line right there on your pussy...?]
Na-eun was silent for a moment, giving no reply.
You know it too, right? If you admit it here, you'll look ridiculously pathetic.
[I even put in the line about not using your hands in the middle... but if you didn't use your hands...]
Whether she said she did use her hands or didn't, this was Na-eun's defeat here.
A defeat that was all but promised.
[...No.]
I could picture Han Na-eun's humiliated expression flickering before my eyes.
She probably wanted to kill herself right now.
Probably wanted to jump off the rooftop.
But I hadn't even started yet.
[Right? Honestly, there's no way a girl exists in reality who kneads her pussy during class and drips pussy juice little by little.]
[If that level of stimulation makes her squirt, that pussy's gotta be a super loose, trashy high-school slut pussy~.]
[And I can't imagine our Na-eun, who was a vir. gin. until just recently, doing something like that cheap whore shit?]
[Hauuu....]
Na-eun had lost the human language, only letting out weird onomatopoeia.
Yeah... There's no way you could stay sane after taking this.
How many deliberate berserk buttons did I plant?
[Y-yeah... right, Oppa. You think I'd do something like that!]
You did, you total perv bitch.
Pussy juice gushing while grinning like an idiot at the thought of getting raped, and now you're getting pissy?
[So, Na-eun-ah. What's the point of your call?]
Having already exorcised her successfully, I smirked and asked her once more.
[...Nothing. Hanging up.]
Na-eun hung up first without even listening to me.
As I put my phone back in my pocket, I couldn't hold back the chuckles bubbling out.
A nearby student glanced at me weirdly, but I was feeling too damn thrilled.
Yeah. Go home and kick your blanket or whatever. Han Na-eun.
Our cute illustrator-nim.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuck!"
Back home, I punched the innocent pillow over and over.
Hoo... Hoo...
Lee Min-ho. You fucking bastard.
After hanging up on Minho oppa, I trembled with humiliation the whole way home.
Oppa seemed to have realized something and served me a nice middle finger.
A massive big one at that.
I'd only been thinking about getting impaled on a big dick, but I got hit so hard I babbled incoherently over the phone and had to slam the end call.
Having dressed up all boldly today thinking I'd get fucked, a groan of utter defeat escaped me at this crushing loss.
"Mosol kid my ass... Mosol kid my ass!!!!"
Me, this pretty, personally warming up my pussy to let you fuck it, and you turn it down to run home?
Even calling him impotent would be too generous.
And honestly, his excuse was utter bullshit.
New work? New what?
Like hell it's a new work.
I'd read every single Q&A and notice post response from Han Gyeo-ul author, and I knew he had no plans for a new work.
When one reader asked oppa about his thoughts on sequels or more works, he had commented that he'd focus entirely on this one until [I Imprisoned Her] wrapped up.
Even giving him a hundred concessions and assuming he was prepping a new work, does that even make sense?
At 10 a.m.
In a classroom full of people coming and going.
During modern architecture class explaining Archism and Archigram.
Why the fuck show me a memo telling me to soak my pussy wet by the end of class.
You think that's common sense, oppa?
Oppa clearly cooked up this scheme just to mess with me.
He seemed to have some kind of confidence that I'd follow his orders.
Thinking about future plans, this attitude of his was very likely to become a huge obstacle.
If these deflating pranks repeated a few times, I probably wouldn't be able to hold back.
Oppa needed to be taught the proper way to treat me.
Sitting in my chair, spinning the tablet stylus, I suddenly thought of a brilliant idea.
Having changed into comfy clothes at home, I started rummaging through my closet.
"Hmm~"
I didn't need to ask him directly what outfits oppa liked.
Because his novel, [I Imprisoned Her], was like a perfect guidebook on that.
Our Mosol kid Han Gyeo-ul author's fantasies about women were all poured into the heroines in his novel.
Hmmm~ Who to pick...
Scrolling through my phone, skimming the heroines' names, I smiled at the corner of my mouth.
Yeah... You it is!
Like picking a game character, I clicked on Yoo Soyeon (4) chapter.
Right... This chapter...
Yoo Soyeon was the heroine with more aegyo than anyone.
The heroine who even made the psychopath sadist Lee Jin-seong struggle with his expressions.
I started coordinating an outfit exactly like hers in the novel.
The Han Na-eun episode had now reached the mid-point.
Truth be told, when writing corruption training stuff, this mid-point was the most crucial part.
Because most people reading erotic novels already knew the setup and payoff.
The setup of an erotic novel: a normal woman heroine somehow gets tangled with the one-sidedly obsessed protagonist.
The payoff: that heroine falls into bitch corruption and thirsts for the protagonist's dick.
Most erotic novels unfolded like that or slight twists on it.
So where does the win come from?
It's how densely and solidly you depict the heroine's psychology, making them attractive.
Chapter by chapter, the heroines had to slowly develop affection for the protagonist without realizing it.
Starting with hatred. Mid-point with love-hate. End with perfect love.
[Na-eun-ah. I'll give you a choice.]
[Na-eun furrowed her brows, shooting him a suspicious glare.]
[...A choice? Don't make me laugh. Who talks about choices after forcing all that bullshit on someone till now?]
[This time I mean it. I won't lay a hand on your body this time. Instead...]
[Jin-seong's fingernail grazed the tip of her nipple.]
[If you just walk out like this right now. Our relationship ends here.]
[Na-eun, who should've common-sensibly bolted out, for some reason just stood there biting her lips hard.]
[Lee Jin-seong...]
Hmm... Not bad.
The content itself wasn't bad, but repeating the name Na-eun so much kept bringing our illustrator-nim Na-eun's face to mind.
The moment I thought I should stop using illustration work as an excuse to keep coming over to his place.
Ding-dong.
9 p.m.
A bit late, but someone had come to visit.
Not delivery food or a package... Who the hell...
"Who is it?"
"Open the door."
...Looks like the heroine from the novel had no intention of leaving me be.