#7. Motel
#7. Motel
HNE Author-nim.
Han Na-eun.
Honestly, what I'd been expecting today was just to have a normal conversation and a meal with her.
Of course, since I'd basically half-threatened her into coming, I figured from the start she wouldn't be all sweet and chatty, but her reaction was ice-cold right from the get-go.
When I asked what she wanted to eat, she said she wasn't hungry.
When I suggested just a cup of coffee, she flat-out refused.
...Yeah... this is reality, huh.
Truth be told, if it hadn't been for the blackmail, she was the type who never would've agreed to eat with me in the first place.
So I decided not to read too much into it—just finish the pizza and send her home.
Sigh... when she hates it that much, what the hell was I gonna do?
I figured playing it cool and letting her go would be the smart move—no drama later.
Honestly, up to this point, it wasn't illegal or anything, and I hadn't done anything harsh to her, so I thought it'd be fine.
Until she said that.
[The protagonist's like, "Oppa, let's eat pizza and have coffee?" What a ridiculously stupid Erotic Novel. For real.]
Another self inside me was screaming bloody murder.
'Hey! Lee Min-ho! You're just gonna let that bitch walk? You gonna let her?'
'That pervert bitch who only draws dirty illustrations is trash-talking your novel! And she hasn't even read how goddamn brilliant your buildup is!'
'Show her! Yeah? Let's switch genres from fiction to non-fiction while we're at it!'
Hoo.
Yeah. Honestly, her calling me a pathetic loser? Fine, whatever, I could take that.
But insulting my one and only pride and joy. [I Imprisoned Her.] That, I couldn't stomach.
In the end, I couldn't hold back my anger and spat out something I shouldn't have said to her.
"You. Want me to tell you what it's about myself?"
For a split second, I swear I saw a smirk flicker in her eyes. Was that my imagination?
Han Na-eun set down her pizza and started provoking me even more.
"Obviously it's some super lame shit, right? Like, contrived setups that could never happen in real life, and girls freaking out over nothing. Am I wrong?"
Wrong? That's exactly why I poured my soul into this Erotic Novel despite it being one—because I hated that crap!
Realism that could actually happen in reality.
How much effort did I put into that!
How many sleepless nights did I agonize over to make it different from those forced isekai common-sense-warping bullshit stories.
"Pfft. Can't even answer? Guess I'm right. People are so pathetic. Why the hell do they read that garbage so eagerly?"
Not content with insulting my work, now she was shitting on my loyal readers who always cheered me on. No way was I letting that slide.
I bowed my head silently for a moment, then stood up from my seat.
"What? Where you going?"
She asked in a slightly flustered tone, but I ignored her, went to the counter, and paid with my card.
"Already done eating? There's still some left."
"Shut up and get up."
No need to be polite to a bitch who still hadn't grasped her situation.
"Why are you suddenly cursing?"
"Get. Up."
At my firm command, she stood from her seat.
I grabbed her wrist tight, ignoring her cry of pain, and headed straight to the motel next door.
The man I assumed was the Motel Owner asked as I approached the counter.
"Here to rest?"
Here to rest? What the hell kind of question is that?
I'd written about entering motels in my novels, but I'd never actually been to one.
"No. Here to fuck."
The owner, holding a paper cup of mixed coffee in one hand, started coughing his lungs out at my words.
What? Motels are for fucking, aren't they? Not "resting."
"A... yes... uh... day use? Or overnight stay?"
His words sounded like he was holding back laughter, which pissed me off a bit, but I answered boldly without a hint of embarrassment.
"Day use."
"25,000 won."
I handed over my card and checked Han Na-eun's reaction from behind me.
Normally... in a situation like this, wouldn't you be a little scared?
Han Na-eun was spinning her eyes around, checking out the motel.
No way... has Han Na-eun been to motels a lot?
Is that why she's not freaking out?
That thought suddenly hit me, and my mind went blank with rage.
Me, Lee Min-ho.
Erotic Novel author, sure, but zero real experience. Hell, zero dating experience.
A guy with max indirect experience.
"Here's your key."
The owner handed me the card key.
I swallowed hard, thinking maybe I should just bail now.
...Should I take it or not?
As I hesitated, Han Na-eun delivered the decisive blow.
"You brag at the counter about coming here to fuck, and now you're gonna chicken out and leave?"
Stung by her mockery, I had no choice but to take the card.
Goddamn, arrogant to the bitter end.
Crime of putting my novel on the same level as those trash flops.
This was me delivering righteous judgment.
It wasn't just my will.
My tens of thousands of subscribers probably felt the same.
Yeah. Let's go, Lee Min-ho.
"Let's see if you act the same way inside."
Gripping her wrist with a fierce glare, I dragged her into the elevator with me.
In the somewhat cramped elevator.
Her orange shampoo scent teased my nose.
...Is this what a woman smells like?
I'd written about body scents all the time, but smelling it this close up close was a first.
Damn... so this is it...
Dingdong.
The elevator doors opened.
Room 706.
Our assigned room.
Holding the card key, I stood frozen in front of the door.
Because...
How the hell do you use this thing?
Shouldn't a card key have a slot to insert it?
There was no hole anywhere.
"I knew you'd pussy out. Minho oppa. If you don't have the balls, why drag me all the way here?"
From behind, Han Na-eun started scratching at my nerves again.
If you're not gonna open it, at least shut up.
...Wait? Why not make her do it?
She seemed like a motel regular anyway.
Thinking it was a brilliant idea, I shoved the card key at her.
"...Shut up and go in. I'll smoke a cig outside and come back."
"You can smoke inside too."
"Can't you just grow up and wait inside?"
When I snapped at her, she looked up at me with eyes full of contempt.
"...Fine."
She held the card key under the door handle, and with a deurureuk, the lock disengaged.
Oh... so that's how you do it.
As Han Na-eun tried to go in alone, I grabbed the handle.
"Why? You said you'd smoke outside."
"My call."
Truth is, I'm not even a smoker.
Being in a motel for the first time, everything felt novel.
So this is what motels look like...
"What now?"
A single king-sized bed in the middle of the room.
Arms crossed, Han Na-eun glared at me.
I am Lee Jin-seong.
I am Lee Jin-seong.
I am Lee Jin-seong.
Chanting the forbidden spell to myself like a mantra, I strode toward her.
She looked under 160 cm, and I'm 183.
The height difference cast a shadow over her head.
"You. First, let's get one thing straight about your place."
I perfectly recreated the line Lee Jin-seong, protagonist of my novel [I Imprisoned Her.], said when he first dragged a Heroine to a motel.
At that moment, Han Na-eun's pupils started trembling wildly.
No doubt, she was terrified.
"Kneel."
She lost the will to resist my command and obediently dropped to her knees on the floor.
Jiiik.
I undid my pants button and pulled down the zipper.
Pulseok.
My jeans fell limply to the floor.
My boxer briefs, which should've been loose as usual, were now right in front of her eyes.
But right now, thanks to my painfully swollen cock, they were pitched like a massive tent.
Han Na-eun couldn't resist or look away from my underwear.
Yeah... now you're getting it...?
'Cause from here on out, I'm gonna ram this thing into you.
Having a scene I'd only fantasized about happening for real right in front of me pushed my excitement to the max.
A woman—no, not just any woman, but Han Na-eun, the rumored hottest 4th-year beauty—being my first? Unreal.
Unable to hold back anymore, I pulled out my massive, unused monster.
Han Na-eun, shocked, clamped both hands over her mouth while still on her knees.
"Open your mouth, you fucking bitch."
She flinched at my curse, body trembling.
Following my order, Han Na-eun slowly placed both hands on her knees.
Her small lips, like unripe cherries, began to part little by little.
Saliva dripped from her tiny mouth, way too small to swallow my huge dick.
"Alright. I'll show you exactly what happens to the Heroine in that novel."
With that, I unhesitatingly shoved my monstrous cock straight down her throat to her tonsils.
"Uuwook"
Her pained moan only spurred me on more.