#63. Assistant
#63. Assistant
Expressing gratitude to the girlfriend who worked hard for her boyfriend is common sense.
I wasn't such a fool of a guy that I didn't know what she meant by "one body."
"...Right now?"
After organizing my thoughts, I closed my eyes and opened them with a calm expression.
"...Huh? Right now?"
Na-eun seemed a bit flustered that I'd taken her seriously, turning her head this way and that.
"Ah. Yeah. Sure. Now's fine. Or later's fine too."
"Yeah...?"
Na-eun-ah.
If this is really the reward I can give you for all your hard work.
If you truly get off on stuff like this.
...Then today, I won't hold back either.
It was the first time.
The first time I'd thought of her sincerely as a single training subject.
"...Let's start with the positions, one by one. Na-eun-ah."
I forced a smile that might come off a little psychopathic.
"...Lie down?"
"Yeah. First off, we need to control your eye level."
I placed my hand on top of her head and applied pressure—kuuk.
Unable to overcome gravity, her knees slowly met the floor.
"...Oppa?"
Half fear. Half anticipation.
Reading the emotions reflected in her eyes, I recited Lee Jin-seong's behavior code just like that.
"From now on, don't even think about resting your head on my cock."
With every word I spoke, Na-eun's face started flushing redder.
"No matter how much you struggle and freak out."
Without hesitation, I pulled down my pants.
"I'll turn you into a."
My swollen cock loomed over her face with enough force to smother it.
"fucking retarded bitch who can't live without this thing."
I gently placed my cock on her kneeling face.
My massive cock rested atop Na-eun's delicate, dainty features.
Her hot breath from her nostrils tickled my shaft.
"Haa..."
The moment Na-eun, unable to overcome her lust, stuck out her tongue.
Jjaak.
It didn't hurt, but it was firm enough to make her feel the humiliation.
I slapped my lovely girlfriend's cheek.
"Who told you to use your tongue."
"S-sorry... I'm sorry..."
Na-eun looked up at me, sounding like she genuinely knew she'd done wrong.
"You have to do exactly what I say. Na-eun-ah."
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
Her mouth kept apologizing nonstop, but her face was anything but sorry.
Na-eun was looking at me with an expression more aroused than any sex we'd ever had.
"Okay. Let's try again."
Slowly, just like before, I placed my cock on the bridge of her nose.
Gulp.
I heard the sound of saliva sliding down Na-eun's throat.
She probably wanted me to lose control of my anger and just ram it in wildly like before.
But that would be like eating unripe fruit.
To harvest the finest fruit, a process of endurance is necessary.
Grabbing my cock, I thoroughly defiled her face.
I rubbed the glans on her small, pale forehead, and pressed it against her ear, known as a sensitive spot for many women.
I could feel Na-eun's body twitching and trembling over and over.
"...Do you want it? Na-eun-ah."
Judging that the groundwork was done, I grabbed her by the hair.
"...Yes."
She answered shyly, her face blushing.
Any normal guy would lose it at this scene and shove it straight into her pussy, but that was amateur shit.
Slap.
I slapped her cheek again.
Confused about why she'd been hit, she made a puzzled face.
"...Hey."
She instinctively realized she shouldn't talk back to me right now, so she just clutched her slightly swollen cheek and waited for my next words.
"Your answer was wrong."
Since it was the first time, it'd be polite to teach her with a smile.
"What matters isn't whether you want it. What matters is whether I want to fuck you. Whether I feel like fucking or not."
"Okay. I'll teach you. Repeat after me."
Like someone caught in an irresistible magic spell, she nodded.
"Please use me comfortably whenever Oppa wants."
"Please use me comfortably whenever Oppa wants."
Na-eun diligently repeated my words as instructed.
"Anytime, anywhere, I'll take your cock in all my holes."
"Anytime, anywhere, I'll take your cock in all my holes."
Every time I spewed trashy lines at her, Na-eun repeated the dirty words with a deeply moved expression.
"Okay. One more time, Na-eun-ah."
I thrust my already rock-hard cock, unable to get any bigger, right in front of her eyes.
"Do you want it?"
And my girlfriend's response was...
"...Please use me comfortably whenever Oppa wants."
Na-eun's body trembled as she continued to the next line.
"Anytime, anywhere, I'll take your cock... in all my holes!"
...Maybe that's enough for today.
My theory was that being too greedy all at once actually lowers the quality of the training.
[I Imprisoned Her] was never a novel with a fast pace.
Step by step. Advancing one stage at a time was key.
Make the outrageous acts seem possible one by one, and at some point, the heroine...
"Good girl."
Like praising a pet that followed orders well, I got down to her eye level and stroked her back.
"For today, we'll stop here."
Patting her back, I sensed it was time to snap her out of the fantasy.
"Ah..."
The moment I said that, a regretful moan escaped Na-eun's lips.
Whew...
A long sigh escaped my mouth too.
"Na-eun-ah."
I called her name in my usual tone, different from before.
"Yes, Oppa."
Her face still flushed with heat, Na-eun looked at me full of anticipation.
"Thanks so much for today. For real."
As I thanked her, I slowly started putting my underwear and pants back on.
"Huh...?"
A moan full of disappointment from her.
But I had no intention of taking things further today.
"Why...? Why? Are you leaving? Already?"
"Yeah. I really have to go now."
Na-eun didn't even think of standing; still on her knees, she lunged forward and clung to one of my legs.
"...Did I do something wrong? Don't go. I'll fix it."
Her expression looked so desperate.
You. You're really serious about this training, huh.
"It's not that."
"B-but why end it so soon? We can't just—"
"Han Na-eun."
I didn't want to do this.
But I called her name in that low tone reserved for training.
A gaze filled with contempt.
I looked down at her with a face like I was truly fed up.
"If you act like this, I'm done."
I didn't bother explaining what I was done with.
Slide.
Na-eun's hand fell limply to the floor.
"...Got it."
Only then did she seem ready to let me go.
Still on her knees, I slipped my hands under her armpits and helped her stand.
"Finish your illustration deadline well too. And prep hard for design class tomorrow."
To make her realize what we'd done was all just play, I left her words of encouragement like any ordinary boyfriend would.
"See you at school tomorrow."
As I put on my shoes at the front door, Na-eun, her face still rosy, asked shyly,
"...Next time. Will you do it again?"
Her face looks just like it jumped out of a pure romance comic, you know.
"Depends on how you do."
I ruffled her hair with one hand and stepped out the door.
In the elevator, I started chanting to myself.
This is just play.
This is just play.
This is just play.
No matter how good Na-eun's reactions were, I had to keep things separate.
Daily life is daily life. Fantasy is fantasy.
Gotta make that clear.
There was a reason I had to steel myself like this alone.
Because deep inside me, another self kept emerging.
That damp, gloomy Han Gyeo-ul.
Lee Jin-seong, the master of training.
He was whispering for me to unload my ugly desires onto Na-eun.
Oh my god.
Even after Oppa left, I still felt like I was dreaming.
Oppa... treated me...
My hand naturally went to my cheek.
When he slapped me, it stung so bad tears nearly welled up, but what Oppa gave me was a far more ecstatic pleasure than that.
It wasn't because I seduced him.
This was purely his will.
A clear intent to develop me as a bitch in heat.
He really is the man of my destiny.
Oppa's contemptuous expression was just...
Sitting on the sofa, I yanked down my hot pants and panties in one go.
His hand hadn't even touched me once, but my clit was already hypersensitive.
"Haa... Minho Oppa..."
Why won't you give me the main event?
You're not even pulling a [I Imprisoned Her]-style cliffhanger to get me to pay for the next chapter—why torture me with this cut-off technique?
I wished Oppa's massive cock would pound me, but sadly, what entered my pussy was my own terribly slender finger.
Even so, the endorphins exploding in my brain were beyond imagination.
The more I moved my finger, the more my face turned into a dumbass grin—I could feel it.
Masturbating alone, and drool was dripping from the corner of my mouth.
"Haa... Master..."
A pet name Oppa hasn't permitted me to use yet.
A name I desperately wanted to call him someday—I kept calling Minho Oppa by it nonstop.
If this is the reward Oppa allowed for my sacrifice...
I could say for sure.
I'd gladly go to hell over and over for my boyfriend.