#37. Strawberry
#37. Strawberry
I turned on the shower and first wiped off the various bodily fluids stuck to my body.
Sweat, saliva, and even the semen flowing down between my thighs.
When I slipped my finger slightly inside my pussy, a large amount of Oppa's thick semen came out coated on it.
My plan had been a success.
Oppa.
No matter how much he gritted his teeth and tried to hold out, there was no way he could withstand this.
Yoo Soyeon was a character plenty attractive even in the eyes of a woman like me.
Not just regular readers, but even Han Gyeo-ul-ssi, the author who created that character, had no chance of resisting this onslaught.
He had trampled on my pride as a woman.
After I went that far during the day, he just left me behind...?
What the hell did he think I was to do that?
I looked at my face reflected in the mirror.
...I'm pretty. I'm cute.
For a mosol bastard to refuse, my face was way too high-quality.
If I'd been even a little uglier, I might've gone home and blamed myself for it.
Like, it's because I'm ugly, because I'm not appetizing enough that Oppa ran away, and cried my eyes out pathetically.
...No, this was definitely Minho Oppa being an asshole.
Anyway, who would've thought he'd even creampie me.
If I hadn't been prepared at all, this would've been a massive accident, but this was all part of my plan too.
I'd taken birth control pills in advance, and for perfect acting, I'd downed half a bottle of soju in one shot right in front of Oppa's house.
No matter how thick-skinned I am, reciting lines from [I Imprisoned Her] stone-cold sober seemed too tough, so this time I borrowed some alcohol's courage.
I wondered if I really had to go this far, but looking back now, it felt totally worth it.
Haa... It felt like Lee Jin-seong from my fantasies had manifested in real life.
Cock size. Speech. Actions.
He was exactly my ideal type.
That feeling of him filling me up completely.
Naturally, my hand drifted to my lower belly.
I squeezed the body wash bottle and started lathering up bubbles to wash my body.
This is the body wash Oppa usually uses...
Not a fresh scent, but kinda cool and old-man-ish.
...Next time I come, I'll just buy a big one for myself to use.
But this experience was kinda new and not bad.
Anyway, creampieing me and then suggesting we split birth control costs...
Even thinking about it again, it was so absurd I let out a hollow laugh.
Of course, I hadn't been with other guys either, so I didn't have any "he was like this, but Oppa's like that" to compare, but normally wouldn't you... worry?
Like, at least go to the hospital together or the pharmacy.
I expected some responsible line to pop out, but after sex, Oppa straight-up suggested splitting the pill costs.
Of course, pissed-off me gave him a fitting reply.
[I'm not taking it. I'll have your kid.]
I said that, but honestly, if a kid happened between Oppa and me, I was a bit scared it'd be a daughter just like me.
Or wait... a son like Oppa...
That'd be chaotic in its own way...
Thinking like that, I finished showering and wrapped a towel around myself before leaving the bathroom.
"...Go wash up."
I said to Oppa with a sassy expression.
But for some reason, Oppa's face...
"Na-eun-ah."
Oppa, covering his lower half with the blanket, called me in an extremely serious voice.
"What."
"...They say having one kid these days costs over 200 million won."
"So?"
"How much you got?"
"...Huh?"
"How much money you've saved up."
Oppa started asking about my assets out of nowhere.
...No way, is he taking my joke seriously?
"A little over 2 million."
Of course, I'd earned more than that, but with tuition and moving, I hadn't saved a ton.
"Haa..."
Oppa fiddled with his phone, looking deep in thought.
"Then I've got about this much saved up. Hmm..."
...Excuse me.
Are you seriously planning kids now?
At Oppa's words, I couldn't help but snicker.
I'd planned to reveal right away that I'd already taken the pill coming here, but seeing Minho Oppa's reaction, I suddenly wanted to tease him more.
"Honey."
I called him with a newlywed-couple vibe, like we'd just gotten married.
And Minho Oppa's reaction was, as expected...
"...Yes?"
Even though it'd been a while since the sex ended, sweat started beading on his forehead.
His voice sounded totally mentally broken.
He switched from casual speech—which he'd been using fine until just now—to polite speech.
Ah. Fucking hilarious.
"...Our baby wants strawberries."
I gently stroked my lower belly and flashed him a grin.
"...Hey. That thing... it's still just sperm. We don't even know if there's a baby."
(I know there isn't.)
"Honey... right now. Are you messing with me? Our kid wants strawberries!"
I was dying holding back laughter, but Oppa's reaction was so cute I gritted my teeth and gave an all-out acting performance.
Oppa seemed to have lost his power of speech, just gaping like an idiot.
He couldn't say a word.
"First, let's go to the hospital and check... No. Better to just take the pill...!"
"I... our baby. I can't abort it. How could I abort!"
I rattled off lines like from some third-rate morning drama.
"Oppa... you're not gonna... force me to abort our baby...?"
I hugged my belly with both hands.
"Right...?"
Wow.
I really wanted to snap a pic of Oppa's face right now.
He looked utterly derpy.
How the hell did a guy like this create a character like Lee Jin-seong?
It was a mystery.
The Oppa during sex and the usual Oppa felt like completely different personalities—the temperature difference was insane.
People can be like this, huh.
Oppa staggered to his feet like he was dizzy.
"I'll... go buy strawberries..."
Ah. So cute.
Totally opposite my ideal type, but I didn't hate this side of Oppa.
No, I actually found it cute.
"...Han Gyeo-ul Teacher-nim. You gotta put pants on to go out."
He was naked as the day he was born, rummaging for his wallet first.
His flustered movements.
"Ah... right... No, fuck! Strawberries what?!"
Oppa snapped back to reality and yelled.
"Pfft."
At his reaction, I finally couldn't hold back the laugh.
"Why? Our baby wants some."
I guided his hand to my belly.
"Hey. I'll buy strawberries—no, birth control pills."
Seeing him actually scrambling into his clothes, I sensed it was time to stop the prank.
"Don't go."
"No. Better to go quick..."
"I already took it. It's fine."
Oppa, with his pants at his knees, froze like a paused screen.
"Then the strawberries...?"
"I just wanted some myself."
This house has killer reactions!
Oppa's dumbfounded face was truly priceless.
Haa... Compared to the face I made this morning, his was even more absurd-looking, and I couldn't hide my satisfaction.
"I'll go wash up..."
Oppa slid his pants back down and headed to the bathroom.
Soon as I heard the water running, sitting alone on the bed, a wave of fatigue hit me hard.
In [I Imprisoned Her], the heroines often half-pass out after sex— is this that feeling...?
I wanna tease Oppa more...
If I act like a different character instead of Yoo Soyeon, will he go for round two...?
Wow. And it's my birthday today.
But despite my thoughts, my eyelids started drooping.
Why's this guy taking forever to shower for a dude...
Ah... sleepy...
With the shower running, I took a cold shower for the first time in forever.
First cold shower since coming back from the military.
I hate cold stuff, so I always showered with hot water.
But I figured I needed this shock therapy to snap out of it.
Han Na-eun...
I'd teased her once during the day, and she hit me back with double—no, maybe triple—the impact.
I seriously thought I was about to become a dad like this.
Won't take birth control.
Wants strawberries.
...Crazy bitch.
She was the crazy one.
Ah... Come to think of it, I still haven't finished the manuscript...
I still had the Han Na-eun part left to wrap up.
Gotta send Na-eun home first and write it then.
No way I could write an erotic novel named after Na-eun in front of her...
That's what I thought...
But she was sleeping soundly, breathing softly like she owned the bed.
I looked down at her sleeping face.
Wasn't it too pure for the evil prank she just pulled?
I thought about waking her to send her home, but her face looked so peaceful I stopped my hand from shaking her shoulder.
Haa... Fine. Just for today.
Tomorrow's design class is in the afternoon anyway, so I can wake her before then.
In pajamas, I sat back at the computer.
Haven't prepped for tomorrow's design class either.
Whatever whatever.
We will find the answer. Like always.
But luckily, maybe because it was right after actual sex,
My writing flowed like a fresh fish thrashing wildly, and Jin-seong in the novel fucked Na-eun like a dog again. And oh so deliciously.