#56. Vow
#56. Vow
Lee Jin-seong looked down at Han Na-eun with a cold expression.
"Speak."
"I... I am Master's...!"
Pak!
The sound of flesh slapping flesh.
Jin-seong mercilessly slapped Na-eun's cheek.
A bright red handprint was engraved on her snow-white skin.
But Na-eun didn't resist him at all.
What she desperately craved was her Master's love.
Even if it meant taking ten more slaps on the other cheek to change his heart, she'd gladly offer it up.
"I never said you could talk like a person."
The red collar fastened around Na-eun's neck.
Custom-made, it gripped her throat tight.
"Woof... woof!"
Only then did she realize why Master was displeased, and she immediately accepted the feedback.
"Yeah, yeah. That's it. Good girl."
Jin-seong ruffled her short blonde hair, praising her.
Not exactly high praise.
The kind of thing you'd say to an obedient pet dog.
A deep satisfaction filled Na-eun's heart.
'As expected, without Master, I...'
But she wasn't even allowed to express her infinite respect in human words.
"Alright. Let's try again."
Jjiik.
Jin-seong grinned and pulled down his pants.
His massive monstrosity was slightly swollen.
"Not a single drop spilled this time."
In Jin-seong's eyes, she was no longer human.
A toilet for handling his lust.
Jjorreu.
Jin-seong started pissing into her mouth, face unchanging.
With one thought—not to disappoint him—Na-eun held back all the rising nausea.
Yellow liquid dribbled from her lips, but she caught it in her hand and licked it clean, determined to drink every last bit.
Na-eun's humanity was crumbling further and further.
"Phew~"
Manuscript done, I chugged coffee that tasted mostly like water by now.
Still, finished this chapter, so the Han Na-eun Episode ahead...
Hmm... about 10 more chapters? Then wrap it up?
Episodes in [I Imprisoned Her] mostly follow a set pattern.
Kidnap innocent virgins, lock 'em up, turn 'em into brainless sluts who can't think of anything but cock.
And from what's serialized so far, Han Na-eun's already broken.
Right in the middle of Jin-seong's finishing training phase.
Gotta pull illustrations before the episode ends, so I hurriedly jotted a request and sent it to Na-eun.
Her role in the story's a trainee teacher, so max teacher vibes in the outfit...
I think this every time, but a guy's computer algorithm flooding with women's casual coord lookbooks? Straight-up creepy.
[Female Teachers First Day of Work VLOG]
[Top 10 Magical Outfits for Your First Date When You Finally Get a Boyfriend!]
My life's a legend while I diligently take notes on this shit...
Sometimes I wonder if readers even get my clothing descriptions.
Like guys are gonna know what a 'semi-flare skirt' is.
Still, outfit details are crucial in erotic novels.
Especially for [I Imprisoned Her], which hammers realism, so I stick to coords you'd actually see everyday women wearing.
There are tons of fun novels out there.
Clever plots. Shocking twists.
Basics any top web novel needs.
If someone asked what sets 'em apart, I'd say the fine details.
How vividly you make readers picture the characters.
Write without groundwork, and in erotic novels, they all turn into generic whore #1, #2.
Sure, fun and hot at first, but no long-run shot.
That's my secret to keeping this rank after all these chapters.
"Haa..."
Tasks more or less done, I leaned back on the bed and let out a deep sigh.
No real hang-ups on writing erotic novels anymore, but ever since Na-eun became my girlfriend, penning the Han Na-eun Episode just felt... off.
Honestly, even if it was coincidence on the name, it'd be awkward, but I straight-up jammed it in there wanting to use her as fuckbait...
World'd lose their shit if they knew.
A guy writing an erotic novel with his first girlfriend's name...
Nah.
On second thought, his girlfriend drawing the erotic illustrations ain't exactly sane either.
Glad we're both fucked up. Really.
But with serialization started, no stopping now.
Gotta keep work and personal separate.
No matter it's my girlfriend's name, I can't go sweet and fluffy or end on some tame training note.
Readers are ruthless by default.
Sure, some kind souls stick around out of affection even if it drags, but most normal folks? If it gets boring...
They drop.
The two letters web novel authors dread most.
Fans of [I Imprisoned Her] aren't reading 'cause they dig pure love sex shit.
It's the slow crumble of sanity.
Dependence worsening over time.
Every girl coming out of Jin-seong's cage turns into his devoted fucktoy.
And readers cheer every episode.
Flip side: moment my writing goes lukewarm or loses steam, they just ghost the novel. No noise.
So even borrowing Na-eun's name, I bust my ass for the most cock-throbbingly arousing shit possible.
Hmm... should apologize later...
Wonder what Na-eun thinks of my bullshit.
If she were a normal girl, high chance it's breakup fuel.
Maybe worse. But she's Han Na-eun.
Always defies expectations.
No word yet, so maybe she doesn't care much...
Haa...
Still don't get my own girlfriend.
"Haa... haa..."
Shouldn't have tossed that dildo.
Fuck. Why the hell did I throw it away.
Rubbing my clit with my fingers, I regretted my dumbass choice hard.
After going official with Oppa, I figured I'd just wait for his dick, but fuck, I couldn't hold out.
'Cause... Oppa wrote the Han Na-eun Episode thinking of me, using my name.
This shit's too fucking hot...
Makes me act all pure love, just saying sweet shit...
Goddamn, I could kill Min-ho Oppa right now.
Novel Han Na-eun's declaring she's a worthless cunt.
That her greatest achievement's being a cumdump.
I started reciting Han Gyeo-ul-nim's lines verbatim.
"Haaang. I, Na-eun, am Master's exclusive. Haa... toi...let..."
Just skimming with eyes vs. saying it out loud? Arousal levels ain't even comparable.
I always recite lines during masturbation, but this time? My fucking name.
Immersion on god mode.
Towel on the bed to keep it dry? Useless ages ago.
My pussy's gushing like a busted faucet, no stopping it.
"Please use Na-eun's body... Hng. Feel good... Ahhhh"
Left hand goes limp, phone slips onto the blanket.
Right hand so soaked my fingertips are pruning.
Pleasure crashing in, my hips keep bucking.
Body's on fire already.
Only Min-ho Oppa's name spilling from my mouth.
"Haa... haa... Lee Min-ho... motherfucker..."
Writes this goddamn good.
Gets me this horny every day.
So why won't he just fucking rail me like that.
If I could soul-dive into the novel, I'd be Na-eun in [I Imprisoned Her] right now.
"Hnggg."
Ah. Gonna cum.
Imagined Oppa's cock.
Lee Jin-seong-level huge dick.
Fills my mouth full and I still couldn't swallow it whole.
Want sex so bad.
Aaah...
That's why I shouldn't have let Oppa leave so easy.
We've fucked already—what's a dildo embarrassing about.
Cursing my idiot self, my fingers raced toward the end.
"...I'm cumming! Min-ho Oppaaaa!"
Begging permission from a Min-ho Oppa who wasn't even there, I soaked the blanket.
"Haa... haa..."
Panting hard, I stared at the ceiling and made a vow.
This Han Na-eun illustration.
Gonna pour my soul into it.
Make Han Na-eun the ultimate fave—in reality and the novel.
Birth a fucking legendary, balls-draining masterpiece.
Ah... gotta wash these sheets...
Whatever...
Just a quick nap first...
A peaceful Saturday afternoon.