#40. Masturbation
#40. Masturbation
In the end, Na-eun really said she'd wait in my studio apartment.
I wondered if this was okay, but I didn't have time to wrestle with kicking her out.
I had to hurry to class.
Honestly, if it had been anyone but Na-eun, I would've somehow made them leave, but now there was nothing left to hide from her.
She already knew I was the Han Gyeo-ul author.
She knew I'd written a novel with her name in it.
Hell, she'd even seen me naked—what more was there to hide?
I couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling, but... whatever, nothing bad would happen...
I'd told her not to touch the computer, and I'd confirmed the password lock was working fine.
I just needed to get my Critique done quick and get home.
With those thoughts, I quickened my steps.
Having successfully taken over Minho oppa's room, I felt freaking amazing.
Talk about striking gold!
Honestly, I hadn't expected oppa to let me stay so easily.
If he'd tried to drag me out by force, I was ready to give up and leave...
But oppa, looking kinda resigned somewhere, just told me not to touch the computer, grabbed his model in a bag, and left.
Considering the distance from oppa's place to school and assuming his Critique slot was somewhere in the middle...
That gave me about 4 hours... or so?
"Eu-heh-heh."
I flashed a dumb grin I could never show oppa and flopped right onto the bed.
"Snuuup~ Haa~"
I buried my nose in the blanket soaked with oppa's scent and inhaled deeply.
Maybe because I'd slept here last night...
Oppa's pillow smelled like his cool body wash mixed with my orange shampoo.
Hmmm... huff huff!
From now on, I gotta maintain this... no, fill this room with my scent!
Even though it was way smaller and cheaper than my Officetel, the satisfaction I felt was at least double.
Me, right now, on Han Gyeo-ul author's bed...
Oppa's probably jerked off here too, right...?
The thought hit me, and I felt heat rush straight to my head.
He said he did it to the photo I sent last time...
Or maybe not? Maybe on that chair...?
This place was oppa's lawless zone.
The only space where Minho oppa could exist as Han Gyeo-ul author.
Knowing I was here alone in that space, a slow, creeping excitement started bubbling up.
Then... maybe I should try it too, right here where oppa did...
Gulp.
This insane, immoral thrill wriggling up inside me.
I flung off my apron and, in just my underwear, slowly started moving my hand.
Unhooking my bra, I gently kneaded my heated breasts.
A normal touch wouldn't have felt like anything, but just being in oppa's room made the excitement insane.
"Haaah..."
I pinched my nipple lightly, and it felt good but also kinda lacking.
If oppa had touched me, it would've been twice as good...
Oh right. Gotta lay down a towel before getting serious.
If oppa came home and saw I'd drawn a map with my pussy juices, he might never let me in again.
Or... maybe he'd see me lying there like that and fuck me on sight?
Who knows, but right now, I just wanted to savor this secret pleasure.
Oppa~ I'll use your bed real good~
Go get scolded at school while Na-eun trashes oppa's bed~
With a towel down to catch any leaks, I immediately dispatched the finger legion to my pussy.
"Hnngaaah!"
Knowing no one was around, I didn't hold back my moans.
And honestly, this was my first time fingering myself directly.
Ever since becoming an adult, I'd only ever poked my throat to keep my virginity.
Maybe because I hadn't used it much, my pussy was hypersensitive.
Even just my slim index finger going in, and I could feel my face turning into a mess.
Sweat started dripping from my forehead, and juices from my thighs.
"Huuung. Minho oppa."
Of course, in my head, I pictured oppa's huge cock as I enjoyed it.
Started with one index finger.
Then added the middle one.
Every time my slightly long nails scraped the walls, my body twitched.
"Hng... Ah... Hnngaaaah."
Good job, Han Na-eun.
You deserve a medal for holding back from this goodness all this time.
And giving your virginity to that total massive-dick pervert? Best choice ever.
Aaaah... this feeling of finally getting payback for all those years—I fingered myself harder and harder.
Gotta use it mercilessly now after saving it so long.
"I'm... gonna cum! Minho oppa! I'm cumming!"
Calling out to an oppa who wasn't even there, I left my sticky traces all over his bed.
Most of the juices stayed on the towel without splashing, but some left tiny wet spots on the blanket.
"Haa... haa..."
My first pussy masturbation in oppa's room: satisfaction. Total satisfaction.
Reaching for the juice-soaked towel, I scooped some up with my finger and drew a big "1" on oppa's pillow.
"Jerk off smelling my pussy, you pervert oppa."
Who knows. Maybe he'd fuck me again even in his dreams.
Tossing the towel into the laundry basket, I headed to the bathroom on wobbly legs and started showering.
I couldn't help humming a tune.
Best, most rewarding day off from classes ever.
Deep down, I wished I could send oppa to class every day and have masturbation time at home.
Masturbate alone during the day, then wild rape-like sex with oppa at night.
Felt like a total crazy whore thinking it, but if it happened, it'd be pure ecstasy.
After showering, I thought maybe I should do some favor for oppa.
The women in the novel were obsessed with Lee Jin-seong's dick, but they all handled their own shit properly.
And Lee Jin-seong valued that a ton.
What mattered was the extraordinary invading the everyday—not the everyday turning into nonstop extraordinary.
So after training was done, Kang Suyeon still went to work like nothing happened, and Yoo Soyeon went to her lectures like normal.
So what I needed to do now was...!
First, I flung open the windows and started neatly straightening the bed sheets.
Washing them would've been more hygienic, but I skipped it on purpose.
Imprinting oppa with my scent was an important step.
Next, oppa's desk—his workspace.
God, why was oppa's desk such a mess...
Caffeine drink cans everywhere. Snack crumbs.
Is this dried delivery food sauce...? Eww...
Kinda gross, but for goodwill points...!
After sorting and tossing the trash, I pulled out wet wipes and wiped the desk till it shone.
Even under the keyboard and behind the speakers where oppa would never clean.
Whoa... look at all that black dust.
Definitely feels like this guy shouldn't live alone.
Better to get a cute maid like me.
...Should I buy a maid outfit?
From [I Imprisoned Her.], it seems like oppa's got that kind of fantasy...
Think about that later.
First, finish cleaning.
No dishes probably 'cause he always orders in...?
Looking at the super empty sink, I started seriously worrying about oppa's health.
Illustration work or novel writing—he's basically just sitting indoors all the time...
With eating and living habits like this, adult diseases were 100% guaranteed.
Couldn't let that happen.
Our author-nim has the sacred duty of writing perverted erotic novels forever.
Gotta hit the mart together later and stock the fridge with some side dishes at least.
Might as well learn what foods oppa likes.
From the novels, I could only guess his sex fantasies.
Barely knew anything about real-life Minho oppa.
Well... I can learn bit by bit...
Gathering all the trash into a bag and tying it tight, I wiped the sweat from my forehead.
Wow... "dungeon" is the perfect word for a guy's bachelor pad.
After mopping the floor too, it finally felt like a place where humans live.
Now I can come and go worry-free!
Maybe 'cause I went overboard cleaning after masturbating.
Sinking into oppa's fluffy chair, drowsiness hit me hard.
Still some time left, so maybe just a quick nap.
But I gotta say something when oppa gets back...
Hmm...
Just 30 minutes.
Gotta wake up in exactly 30...