#45. Meal
#45. Meal
Na-eun sucked my dick really diligently, just as I expected.
She said no with her mouth and all that, but I was gradually realizing that she actually got happier the more I acted like Lee Jin-seong.
But why was she so obsessed with Lee Jin-seong when she hadn't even read the novel?
Had she read the novel?
Well, considering how she practiced reenacting Yoo Soyeon's part right in front of me back then, she must've at least read it.
But even before that, she kept bringing up stuff like, "Would the protagonist in your novel do that?" pretty frequently...
After pulling out, I slumped in the chair, watching Na-eun's side profile as she went back to cooking, and started forming all sorts of hypotheses.
"Oppa. Set the table."
Once the food was ready, Na-eun gave me instructions.
"Yeah."
When eating alone in my studio apartment, I always ate at my computer desk, so I hardly ever set a proper table.
I spent way more time facing screens than people.
I set the table, and Na-eun started serving the food one by one.
First up, seasoned crab.
I thought her knife skills were impressive, but this...
It was almost good enough to sell.
The seasoning scent, close to store-bought sauce, poked at my nose.
And next, the sundubu jjigae still bubbling away in the hot pot.
Wow.
"Did you put in eggs too?"
Since I couldn't see any from the top, I asked Na-eun as she brought over the ladle.
"Do you think I'm some amateur who skips eggs, Oppa?"
"Underneath?"
"Softly half-cooked, so we'll save it for the finale."
Na-eun-ah. You're the absolute best.
It'd been so long since I had home-cooked food in my studio apartment.
Overwhelmed by the killer visuals, I grabbed the crab with both hands, not caring if the seasoning got on them.
Inside the tempting shell.
Na-eun-brand seasoning soaked in perfectly.
First, a big, refreshing bite.
Dududuk.
The shell cracked slightly under my teeth, and the crab meat slid right out.
The tender texture mixed with spicy-sweet seasoning was fucking mind-blowing.
"...How is it?"
Na-eun was still watching my reaction without picking up her spoon yet.
"Na-eun-ah."
"Yeah?"
It was a pretty crude way to put it, but I couldn't think of a better expression.
"It's fucking amazing."
When I said that, Na-eun giggled at my wording.
"That means it's delicious, right?"
"Yeah. Too delicious."
Even as I answered, my hands didn't stop.
Only then did Na-eun pick up her spoon at my response.
She scooped up a big ladle of sundubu and dyed some freshly cooked rice red with the seasoning.
"Try the sundubu too."
"Got it."
Fuck.
Eating crab with your hands was great for devouring it properly, but wiping off the seasoning was a total pain in the ass.
I wiped my hands clean with tissues and grabbed a spoon.
Scooping up a hefty chunk of sundubu, I went straight for my mouth without rice first.
Hmmm... this taste...
"Na-eun-ah."
I looked at her with suspicious eyes.
"Why? Not good?"
"Let's be a little honest here."
"...Do we need to be honest while eating?"
Fair point, but this was too suspicious.
"Did you put in MSG?"
When I asked her sternly, Na-eun looked at me like the air had gone out of her.
"How could I put in something we don't have?"
"But why does it taste like MSG?"
"If you're gonna say crap like that, just shut up and eat."
She said that, but I caught her lips twitching.
Well, if she didn't put it in and it still tasted this good, maybe Na-eun really was the reincarnation of Jang Geum.
Like that, I spent a while in a messy affair with the crab without saying a word.
I attacked the crab, sucking and licking it like crazy.
No lie, she seemed better at cooking than my own mom.
Even though it was a generous portion for two, the bowls were starting to show bottom before I knew it.
"Whew, that was delicious."
"Oppa. Looks like you can't keep your promise."
Promise...? What promise...?
When I tilted my head, she kindly explained.
"The promise to eat me tastier than the crab."
"...How can a person beat crab?"
Honestly, if it tasted like shit, I could've won, but damn. Na-eun-ah.
What am I supposed to do when your cooking is this fucking epic.
"...Is the crab really tastier than me?"
Her pupils trembled like a puppy that lost its owner, and I had no clue how to respond.
Say the crab's tastier, and it'd humiliate Na-eun too much. Say she's tastier, and it feels like it'd trash my character as a person...
Wait, am I already a lost cause?
Well, whatever at this point.
"Nah~ Of course not~ You're way tastier, Na-eun-ah."
I knew it was a dumbass compliment, but Na-eun, who took it...
"Heheung."
...As long as we both like it, it's all good!
"I'll do the dishes. You go now."
You cooked. You drained me.
I'd already received more than my share of gifts.
It was only right for me to clean up.
"...Go?"
Na-eun's eyebrows showed she was seriously pissed.
"...Stay longer?"
You've already spent a packed 1 night and 2 days in this tiny studio—gonna stick around more?
"Well, not yet..."
Na-eun trailed off, mumbling her lips.
Wondering what her follow-up was, I figured out how to kick her out.
"Han Na-eun."
Cold tone reminiscent of Lee Jin-seong.
"I've got a mission for you."
The moment I changed my voice tone, Na-eun sat up straight and struck a super attentive pose.
"Go home today."
"Ha... but."
Na-eun looked almost pitiful.
But Lee Jin-seong was a guy who never tolerated backtalk.
"...You gonna talk back to me right now?"
When I furrowed my brow, Na-eun shook her head vigorously.
"No. Tell me, Oppa."
"Masturbate three times when you get home."
It was a totally absurd, plotless demand, but Na-eun nodded eagerly.
"...Yes."
"Send proof of your bed sheets stained with your juices by tonight."
"Th-the towel..."
Her tone like begging me to spare the bed from getting dirty.
"Han Na-eun."
"Got it. I'll do it."
She bowed her head.
Perfect. Problem solved!
"Head out right now. Fuck your pussy till it's wrecked. Got it?"
"Yes."
Na-eun accepted all my pervy demands under my scary glare.
She got up, grabbed her clothes, and put them on.
"Th-then see you at school! Oppa!"
Like some emergency came up, she bolted out of my room.
Confirming the door lock clicked, I dumped my body on the bed before even cleaning up the food.
...What the hell kind of relationship is this?
Top while being bottom.
Bottom while being top.
The more I thought about it, the weirder it seemed.
Oppa must've decided to properly train me.
Of course, it sucked not getting fucked right there, but this felt like progress in its own way, so I was proud.
Masturbation, huh...
Honestly, after tasting Oppa's real-life monster cock, dildos just didn't cut it anymore...
But if it's Oppa's way, I could ram my pussy as many times as needed.
Whenever Oppa talked to me in that tone like Lee Jin-seong actually speaking to me for real, honestly, Minho Oppa...
Looked cooler to me than any guy in the world.
And I couldn't dare defy him.
On the bus ride home, while thinking how to send proof shots that'd satisfy Oppa most, I couldn't help questioning the feelings I'd had after sucking him off.
To Lee Jin-seong, the heroines in the novel were just sex toys.
No more, no less.
And the descriptions showed they were satisfied with that relationship and felt happy.
But when Oppa showed no reaction even after I serviced him wholeheartedly...
It felt like something poking at my chest.
An inexplicable disappointment.
It was a bit different from the emotions the heroines felt in the novel.
Hmm...
Back home, I showered first.
Washed my body with warm water, kept myself clean, then pulled back the covers.
I'd never felt this solemn about masturbating before...
With a sense of mission to map out the bedspread somehow, I leaned against the headboard and shoved the dildo in my mouth.
Oppa. Gotta replace this dildo.
This size doesn't satisfy me anymore.
It looked a bit smaller than Minho Oppa's real thing.
But it was plenty to wet my already sensitive pussy.
"Haa... Hng... Oppa..."
Why'd you ask for photos?
Should've asked for video.
I wanted to record how badly I craved Oppa and show him.
I felt like such a perv thinking that, but I was so excited for what kind of training Oppa would give me next.
As my body shuddered and squirted juices, I finally pinpointed the dissatisfaction I'd felt today.
"Fuck. It's 'cause Oppa didn't fuck me that I'm like this."
I hate you.
I hated Oppa.
Draining himself and leaving.
Not even fucking me.
"Lee Min-ho, you motherfucker. Haaa..."
Even as I diligently dug into my pussy per Oppa's orders, I kept cursing him out loud.
"Next time, fuck me for sure..."
What number orgasm was that?
With the bedspread soaked to the point I could barely lie down, I snapped the photo and crashed straight into dreamland.