#44. Dissatisfaction
#44. Dissatisfaction
Really.
Minho Oppa was a mischievous person.
He'd played wicked pranks before, but who would've thought he'd read the email I sent right in front of me.
Honestly, I figured I'd never come face-to-face with Han Gyeo-ul-nim, not even in my next life, so I threw in a ton of raw, explicit stuff.
Like the dirty talk guys spew when it's just dudes around, half-joking half-serious, cackling about illustrations...
Actually, that's exactly where I picked up that kind of lingo—not anywhere else, but the comments section of I Imprisoned Her.
Just like most Erotic Novels, Oppa's readership was almost all guys.
And that comments section packed with nothing but men? Total jungle. Savage wilderness.
Stuffed to the brim with words that'd never fly in normal life.
At first, it grossed me out, even felt a little repulsive sometimes, but as time dragged on, I caught myself nodding along with them.
Plenty of commenters seemed like their daily lives were straight-up questionable.
But the real kicker? Those comments were hilarious as hell.
Like how junk food's bad for you—the wilder the content, the funnier it hit.
So that's how I chatted with the author via email, keeping it chill without tipping off my gender... but who knew it'd blow up like this...
My face was burning up.
But damn, Oppa's eyes...
The second I got to him to beg him not to do it for real, his face twisted into a grin.
Like a predator spotting a juicy meal...
This is...
"Han Na-eun."
Oppa called my name.
I knew it on instinct.
Just those three syllables screaming he wanted me...
First time ever.
He was showing this vibe of straight-up wanting to devour me, no forced setup from me.
Kongdak-kongdak.
My rock-steady heart kicked into arrhythmia.
Minho Oppa, who'd been chilling in his chair, slowly rose.
"W-What... what is it."
Gotta fake hating it quick.
After all that teasing, grinning like a doofus at the thought of getting railed? Dumbass move.
You total airhead bitch.
Oppa straightened up tall, yanking his pants down like I wasn't even there.
There it was—his boxer briefs barely containing that massive, twitching monstrosity.
H-He gonna... right now?
But my hands aren't clean yet?
No way I could satisfy Oppa properly like this.
Hands slathered in sauce meant no handjob, no touching the bed.
"Kyaa! Why the hell are you dropping your pants, you fucking pervert!"
Kinda forced, but that's the play, right?
Oppa didn't give a shit, whipping off his underwear too.
His half-hard cock aimed right at me.
Gulp.
...Truth be told, I was bummed I didn't get to the main course before hitting the mart earlier.
Staring at Oppa's thick dick, I was dying for him to bark some order already.
Not the time to be mixing crab sauce.
"Suck."
Commanding tone.
Eyes cold, like whatever I was doing didn't register.
"Oppa. You think I'm some girl who sucks on command and shakes when you say shake?"
Heung.
Hit me with a stronger order, just once more. Minho Oppa.
"Won't say it twice. Suck."
His hand landed on my head, shoving down hard.
Like, how dare you stand there, forcing me into a proper kneel.
Knees folding soft.
No more eye contact with Oppa.
My gaze locked on his glans.
Where Han Gyeo-ul-nim's fluids spill from.
"Oppa, can't you see my hands are covered in this crap?"
Lemme wipe it off real quick and come back.
Please...!
I was itching to slather Oppa's cock in spit and polish it good.
But Oppa threw another curveball.
"So? Hands up over your head."
Like a thief spotting the cop's gun draw behind me, I sloooowly lifted my sauce-stained hands high.
"L-Like... th-this... Uwup!"
Hands confirmed up, Minho Oppa rammed his cock straight into my mouth.
Faint sweat, that musky whiff.
"Don't get it on my clothes."
Oppa's warning locked me in place, hands rigid overhead.
Hilarious rush mixed with surging excitement.
Oppa went to town on my throat, no mercy.
Felt his cock stiffening up in my mouth.
I worked my tongue like it was the sweetest candy bar, sucking hard.
Jaw screaming for mercy, but who cares.
If it made Oppa happy enough to wreck me again next time, mission accomplished.
"Churup. Churup. Huurup."
Minho Oppa's bachelor pad.
Porn-level wet sounds blasting again, like we hit play.
But sucking dick itself? Pure bliss, total thrill...
These damn hands. Holding 'em up was pure agony.
Arms aching bad, I dipped 'em a bit—Oppa started pulling out.
"Who said drop 'em. Hands straight up?"
Ugh... If you're punishing, spank my ass—why this elementary school bullshit.
"Aang eoyoung."
Cock mashing my words, but I powered through the reply.
'Cause in the novel, Lee Jin-seong hated chicks zoning out in horniness, ignoring his orders...
Doubt Oppa's kinks match Lee Jin-seong's one-for-one, but pretty damn likely.
Those tooth marks I left on Oppa's cock still sharp as ever—felt a twinge of guilt.
But c'mon, too far, right?
I skip draining you once, and you run to some other bitch...
Unfair as hell...
Mosol like you, and I treat you this good—quit wandering off.
Plus, a pretty virgin like me...
Virgin...?
Hit me—I ain't a virgin anymore.
Sure, lost it to Oppa, but used goods are used...
Which means...
In Oppa's eyes, am I spoiled?
He prefer fresh young virgins?
Cock stink choking me out, but this sour anxiety kept bubbling.
Way to kill it? Tongue harder, savoring every inch of Oppa's dick.
Guess all that dildo throat-training paid off big.
Glans battering my uvula nonstop—no coughs, deepthroated perfection.
"Fuck..."
Low growl-curse from Oppa.
But I knew this wasn't hate.
How's it taste, Oppa?
Still hitting other spots after this?
That curse? Ultimate compliment.
Not some lame 'Ung, feels good, you're doing great' for a newbie—raw, primal hype.
Hands locked up, I throat-fucked myself to milk his load, no holds barred.
"Ahh..."
Oppa twitching hard—close, I could tell.
"Hey. Don't spill a drop."
Duh, waste this? No shot.
Wait—first time taking his cum orally?
Creampie x1, facial x1.
Eyes squeezed shut, I bobbed my head wild, begging for it.
Oppa synced up, hips pumping.
Then in my mouth...
Oppa's nasty, filthy desire-symbol flooded me full.
Stickier than honey.
Gag-worthy fishy reek.
Oppa pinned my head with his right hand—no escape.
Wasn't planning to... hm...
His grip, like he was desperately holding on? Kinda cute.
"Haa... Haa..."
Oppa done, yanked out.
His cock gleaming with my spit and cum.
Wanna clean it up quick...
Mouth still packed with jizz though.
"Not swallowing? Hurry up."
Me just holding it quiet, Oppa dropped the next order.
Gulp.
Down went Oppa's nasty load, like it was a sweet milkshake.
Haa... Pussy tingling hard—taken his cum top and bottom now.
"...Ha. Satisfied now?"
Shoving down the pride, shot him an annoyed glare from below.
"Yeah. Go finish the food."
Oppa gave me a once-over, then tugged underwear and pants back on.
...Feels kinda fucked up.
His attitude had dissatisfaction squirming in my gut.
He straight-up handled me like Lee Jin-seong with a Heroine—why the shitty vibe?
This... wasn't what I wanted?
Weird subtle mood lingering, I sloooowly got back to cooking.