#35. Self-Character
#35. Self-Character
9 PM.
It was quite late to let an unrelated woman into the room.
Han Na-eun barged into my room without any prior text message warning.
Ttidiriring.
Sighing, I unlocked the door lock.
"Hey. What are you doing coming here at this hour without a word..."
But I couldn't finish my sentence.
Inside the blouse with flesh-colored frills dangling wildly.
Her black underwear was visible through it.
The skirt was a light pink cake wrap skirt that rode up just a bit above her knees.
As if to say that the seductive outfit she'd shown me that morning wasn't her real taste, she stepped into my place in a style that was 180 degrees different from earlier.
"...Minho oppa."
When she called my name, a faint whiff of alcohol wafted from her.
"...You drank?"
To my nonchalant question, she nodded.
"Yeah."
"If you drank, go home and lie down nicely. Why crawl into a guy's room?"
It was like she was rebelling because I hadn't fucked her properly during the day, but if that was her goal, fat chance.
You think I'd fall for it just because she drank a bit and dressed up pretty?
I wasn't some inexperienced virgin anymore.
I was a full-fledged guy with experience.
No longer a guy writing virgin fantasies—I was an Erotic Novelist basing his stories on real experience!
In hindsight, pretending I wasn't home and not opening the door would've been best...
Maybe I was too careless saying "Who is it?"
But who could've predicted it?
That Na-eun would show up out of the blue at this hour.
Since the stone had already rolled in, it was way more productive to worry about how to roll it back out than why it rolled in here.
"...Why'd you come."
I asked Na-eun, who had daintily sat on the edge of the bed without permission.
"Because I wanted to show you something."
I didn't know how much she'd drunk, but her cheeks were slightly flushed.
"Show me something?"
Gulp.
Was she planning some revenge from earlier, trying to tease my sexual impulses again?
This was my one-room apartment—the very place where Na-eun and I had shed our virginities for the first time.
The chances of my mental guards dropping here were sky-high, so I figured I needed to stay sharp and hear her out.
"Yeah. Oppa, don't I look pretty? Heh..."
Na-eun let out that loose, sloppy laugh typical of someone who'd been drinking, and damn it...
She really was pretty.
Just a month ago, I wondered if I'd ever have a proper conversation with a girl like Na-eun before dying.
"...And that's what you came to show me? That you're pretty?"
Did you think I'd melt from that sweet eye smile, Han Na-eun-ssi?
No way in hell. No way.
"Yeah. Pretty. I'll call you a taxi, so go home now."
She was the type to even do returns via quick delivery.
"Aw~ Oppa. You think I got all dolled up and came all the way here just to hear that one word~?"
The more I looked at Na-eun dragging out her words, the weirder the dissonance felt.
...Did Na-eun drink and then come to my place?
Or did she drink to come to my place?
The former and latter were just reversed in order, but the nuance was worlds apart.
If it was the former, lucky me.
She just had a drink with friends, got pissed about what I did during the day, and came over in her cups—easy to brush off.
But if it was the latter...
I could feel my lips going dry.
It meant Na-eun had come to my room to do something she couldn't do sober.
She was clearly buzzed just enough.
Not blackout drunk to the point where she couldn't stand and was baiting me to pounce.
"Oppa. So~ You know~"
Was it something embarrassing to say?
Na-eun bowed her head deeply and fidgeted with her fingers.
"I... wanna try aspiring to be an actress..."
...This was a plot twist I never saw coming.
I'd been 100% sure it was some advanced tactic to snap my rationality, and for a second, I felt embarrassed.
But what the hell was I supposed to say...?
"Uh... um... yeah... you could probably make it?"
Her face? Total pass.
Of course, I'd never seen celebrities in person, so no comparisons, but I figured Na-eun could make a living off her looks alone.
But could she act...?
Given her track record of lying to me, she might be some talent freak.
"Really...?"
Na-eun looked up at me with a tone begging for confirmation.
I thought it was totally natural for people to ponder their future or career when lightly buzzed.
I'd done it plenty, and I'd heard it from friends' complaints too.
Honestly, did she have to come all the way to my place for that? But figuring it was possible, I nodded.
"Then~ Ya, your face is already a success! Azza azza! You got this! Tal-geon and let's meet on TV! Na-eun-ah!"
I figured I'd cheer her up vaguely and call her a taxi.
"Na-eun-ah. I'll call a taxi. Just give me your address once..."
When I shoved my phone with the taxi app open at her, she shook her head no.
"I still haven't shown you what I came to show, oppa."
True enough.
She said she wanted to be an actress, so was she gonna show some acting...?
"Show me. Hurry."
"Hm... hm!"
Na-eun clenched her cute little fists tight and cleared her throat a couple times.
Looks like she'd actually been practicing acting.
"Okay, I'm starting now, so absolutely do not interrupt until it's over. Got it?"
"Got it."
If she was seriously aspiring to be an actress, this was her mustering huge courage to show me.
For a novelist like me, it'd be like reading her my novel aloud.
"Minho oppa."
Her voice was even more syrupy than usual.
"Today, I carried out Soyeon-i's orders exactly as oppa commanded."
As soon as Na-eun's acting started, I sensed something was going wrong.
Because the line she'd just spit out felt way too familiar.
...No way.
"Oppa. You promised, right?"
I knew what came next.
How could I not?
The script she was acting out right now was...
Jiiik.
Na-eun slowly started unzipping her skirt.
"You said you'd reward a good girl Soyeon-i."
Srrrrk.
Na-eun's skirt slid down her smooth thighs like silk.
Before I could even say a word, her white skin started revealing itself before my eyes.
"Hey... hey! Han Na-eun!"
She had to stop.
If she was acting out 'Yoo Soyeon' from my novel right now, what came after was...
"Soyeon-i did this for oppa on purpose."
Na-eun's hand moved back to her waist again.
Only now did I understand why Na-eun's outfit was so different from daytime.
Na-eun had come to my room recreating the exact outfit I'd dressed 'Yoo Soyeon' in within the novel.
Why hadn't I noticed?
No, it'd be weirder if I had.
There are currently 8 Heroines in [I Imprisoned Her].
For each, I had to set their outfits to match their personalities.
This process was a total pain at first.
I had to scour shopping mall sites for women's clothes I had no business with, and keep watching seasonal coord videos until they popped up in my video site algorithm.
I'd researched about 50 outfits just for the Heroines.
No way I could remember them all, but recalling the line Na-eun had said, I realized her novel accuracy was perfect.
Because the color of the panties she was now pulling down...
Was the white I'd specified for Yoo Soyeon.
Maybe sensing I'd try to stop her, Na-eun's hands moved way faster than when she'd dropped her skirt.
I didn't know how many times I'd seen it now, but her cute bush came into view.
Now bottomless, Na-eun flashed a lewd smile and licked her index finger.
"Shh. Soyeon-i is acting right now."
At her seductive gesture begging me not to break the promise, I could only stick out my tongue in awe.
Hey, just become an actress already.
Because Na-eun's actions and gestures matched the Yoo Soyeon I'd imagined almost 100%.
And once I realized that naturally, I felt my lower half swelling up.
Yoo Soyeon, the Heroine so many readers clamored as the legal wife.
It was like she was alive and breathing right in front of me.
"So, Minho oppa."
Na-eun grinned and turned around, hiking up her top so her ass was fully exposed.
"The promise to reward Soyeon-i."
Her index and middle fingers started spreading apart the lips of her steaming pussy.
I could see the pink insides of Na-eun's pussy.
"Keep it..."
Jiiik.
I had no choice but to drop my pants.