#49. One Day
#49. One Day
Minho oppa finally said he'd take proper responsibility for me, and I was utterly flattered.
If he wanted, I could recite the oath of submission from [I Imprisoned Her] right here, or bow to oppa and kiss his feet.
But oppa's following words grew more shocking by the minute.
First off, the title 'girlfriend.'
There was no such thing as Lee Jin-seong's girlfriend in [I Imprisoned Her].
There were only female slaves for his sexual relief, and not a single heroine ever uttered that blasphemous word 'girlfriend.'
I mean, doesn't a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship feel way too horizontal?
How sexy is it when a man thoroughly dominates a woman from above?
But realistically, if oppa needed some device to start a relationship with me, 'girlfriend' was fine.
It'd be easy to explain to people around us, too.
But the word that bugged me came after that. 'Pure Love.'
The Pure Love I knew was usually what people called stories where a man and woman gradually build their relationship step by step, sharing love.
No way... As if Han Gyeo-ul-nim would crack such a tacky joke...
[I Imprisoned Her] was a novel 500 million light-years away from Pure Love material.
So, just to confirm, I asked him what Pure Love meant.
"Give birth obediently?"
Oppa shook his head in disbelief.
Hmm... not it?
I thought that was the most Han Gyeo-ul-nim-like phrasing...
Thinking about having sex while pregnant with oppa's kid... that had its own appeal...
Oppa lovingly gazing at my swollen belly.
And me taking oppa's seed into my already full womb again.
Ah... just imagining it gets me so horny...
Hmm... but if not that, then what...
After pondering for a bit, one possibility hit me.
"Th-then... no way...!"
The hole oppa hasn't developed yet.
My back hole...!
"Pure meat... anal...?"
My hand naturally drifted to my ass.
Uh... I figured it'd happen someday, but I thought it'd be way later...
Ugh... should I buy some enema meds tomorrow or something?
Oppa's sudden confession left me reeling.
B-but... he'll at least loosen me up a bit, right?
No? Looking at what Lee Jin-seong did, he'd just ram it in without warning sometimes...
I should practice ahead of time...
But oppa erased all my worries with one sentence.
"No. Pure Love isn't that. Pure Love is..."
Oppa put a hand to his chin, closed his eyes, and said to me.
"Love."
My brain, which had been in full thirsty mode, felt like it got doused with cold water.
"...Pardon?"
"Love between a man and a woman. That's Pure Love. Not some weird twisted shit."
So the Pure Love oppa meant was...
The ordinary dating stuff you see everywhere in the world...?
Don't joke, oppa.
That's not funny.
You, of all people—the author of [I Imprisoned Her]—can't go there.
"...There's no way a total perv Erotic Novelist like you could pull that off."
I said it firmly to oppa.
"Why not? I've read a shit-ton of Pure Love stuff. Poured tons of support into Pure Love novels. Me."
This couldn't happen.
What's the point of staying single this long then?
If it was just gonna be the same old dating as everyone else, I'd have done it already.
Why'd I live like this till 24?
Stuffing my throat or whatever to hold back from masturbating.
"Pfft... don't make me laugh. You write Harem genre treating all women like toilets, and now you're talking Pure Love?"
"Ah... that? I can't write Pure Love."
"Huh?"
"You gotta date to write Pure Love."
Oh please... like I'd buy that.
"Look here, Lee Min-ho-ssi. So you, the lifelong Mosol, train women in bulk in real life to write those novels?"
"Straight talk: Pure Love tastes best with some realness added, but Erotic Novels are fine as pure fantasy."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"What's the most important thing in Pure Love?"
...I only read your Erotic Novels, so I wouldn't know.
Like I'd read novels tagged Pure Love.
"What is it?"
"The delicate emotional buildup where they're gradually drawn to each other. That's super important in Pure Love."
"Erotic Novels need emotional buildup too."
Somehow, I ended up feeling like the spokesperson for [I Imprisoned Her].
And honestly, oppa wrote the women's POVs of getting trained so vividly and deliciously.
"Read some, then you can say how many I've read."
...How many times have I binged your novels?
But I couldn't say that.
"Dunno. Anyway, so..."
"My next work's gonna be Pure Love."
...Pardon?
So... no more kidnapping-imprisonment-training stuff...?
Han Gyeo-ul-nim's shocking declaration left me dazed.
Like getting spoiled for the distant future.
Like finding out the one I love will betray me.
...I had to stop oppa.
"Th-that's not allowed!"
I yelled at him.
"Why."
"B-because..."
Think, Han Na-eun. Think!
A reason why oppa has to keep writing total perv Erotic Novels!
"If it's not Harem genre, I'll be unemployed!"
Every time a new heroine appeared in [I Imprisoned Her], oppa ordered illustrations from me.
But if there's only one character, he obviously won't give me steady work.
"Eh, whatever. Just put one character in different outfits. And I know you're swamped with orders from other authors anyway?"
Hmm... I'm grateful he kept giving me work, but that didn't help convince him.
"Oppa, there's a saying: do what you're good at, not what you want."
"You gonna give me career counseling, Na-eun-ah?"
"What you're doing now is your true calling. You think you'll get the same results writing Pure Love?"
Minho oppa laughed like my words were absurd.
"Hey. I'll handle my own future. Okay? Don't worry about what I write."
"No? I have the right to interfere with you now."
"What right?"
Fine... Han Gyeo-ul-nim.
For all your fans, I'll grit my teeth and give it a shot.
"I'm. Your. Girl. Friend."
Oppa flinched when 'girlfriend' came out of my mouth.
Honestly, I still couldn't quite believe it either.
That oppa was my boyfriend.
"You... my girlfriend..."
What's with that face.
For a Mosol getting his first girlfriend, that's a pretty lame expression.
My pride took a hit.
"Yes. That's right. I, Han Na-eun, am your girl. Friend."
I crossed my arms proudly in front of oppa.
"And in a relationship like this, I can totally say stuff like this. Right?"
Minho oppa smacked his forehead at my words.
"...What girlfriend on day one of dating forces her guy to write Harem training stuff?"
"You'll love me even if I'm like this, right? Oppa?"
I flashed a smile that evoked 'Pure Love' vibes and wrapped both arms around oppa's waist.
I'd sucked his dick and gotten my ass beaten red, but this hug was a first.
Oppa's embrace smelled of his cool body wash.
And oppa gently pulled me closer with one hand while stroking my hair with the other.
"Yeah. Let's date properly and cutely. Na-eun-ah."
"Yes, oppa."
I absolutely had no intention of letting oppa write some lovey-dovey Pure Love.
Even if his next work had just one heroine, I'd fix oppa so he couldn't write something so bland.
Han Gyeo-ul-nim's career—the one who created Lee Jin-seong—couldn't end here.
He was a guy who could write even hotter, tastier novels.
If I stimulated the ugly desires oppa was suppressing for real life even more, surely...
A masterpiece beyond [I Imprisoned Her] could be born.
Of course, that'd make normal vanilla dating impossible, the kind oppa wanted.
I pulled away from his chest.
"Then, oppa. To celebrate our first day, how about staying over at my place tonight?"
I raised my index finger and licked it suggestively, like I was doing a blowjob.
Oppa's dick was already my prisoner, I figured.
After how devotedly I sucked it.
But Minho oppa didn't bite so easily.
"Sorry. I haven't prepped for Design Class at all today, so I gotta go."
...For a stone-cold rejection, your pants are bulging way too much, writer-nim.
Fine. I'll let it slide just for today, Lee Min-ho.
I'd forgotten I had Design stuff too, for a sec.
But no next time.
Boy. Friend.♥
I'd remodel oppa into a body that can't live without fucking me every day.