#74. Naming
#74. Naming
I'm really pissed off.
My boyfriend's talking about wanting to deflower some other girl when we don't even know if I'm pregnant or not.
Of course, I was the one who started that kind of joke first.
I knew he was more of a scaredy-cat and narrow-minded than I thought.
He must've been super hung up on running into Ye-rim just a bit ago when he got home.
Instead of repeating useless "it's fine" bullshit to him, I figured a light drip would help...
"You fucking bastard..."
My boyfriend really was a total asshole.
In the end, super sulky me sent him a devastating reply: [Didn't take the pill ㅅㄱ].
Of course it was a joke, but I thought this much would at least make him reflect on what he did wrong.
I imagined it.
Oppa going around deflowering this girl and that girl.
Ugh...
Just thinking about it made my blood boil in reverse.
But come to think of it, Lee Jin-seong from [I Imprisoned Her], who I'd always thought was my ideal type, went around deflowering every beauty's virginity without exception.
Hmm...
I huddled on the bed, hugging my knees with both arms, rocking my body back and forth.
I'd always wanted Oppa to act like Lee Jin-seong, but I hated the idea of him going off to fuck other girls?
The sticky unpleasant feeling rising inside me.
If this wasn't "I hate it," then what the hell was it?
But like this, I'd end up as a walking bundle of contradictions.
Inconsistent, flip-flopping wherever it suited me, like some batty bitch.
Feeling all messed up, I picked up my phone and checked Oppa's reply that I'd been ignoring.
[Got a girl's name recommendation.]
You crazy fuck.
I couldn't help but snort in disbelief.
Oppa must've felt like this just a bit ago.
My boyfriend randomly asking for baby name recommendations out of nowhere.
Aren't you scared? Oppa. Huh?
Should I just straight-up not take it?
But no, I couldn't do that.
Emergency contraceptives work best the sooner you take them after creampieing, and you have to take them on schedule.
They're hormone-forcing pills, so they're not good for your health... Ugh...
We'll get past this one somehow by taking it, but I couldn't keep doing this every time.
Making Oppa wear a condom or pull out were options, but I hated that.
My body already knew the pleasure of creampies.
That feeling of it filling up my womb completely was just too damn good.
Semen volume is one indicator of how hard a guy nutted.
In that context, him always filling me up with that thick liquid meant I was definitely a total slut in Oppa's eyes.
The best way was probably for me to go on birth control pills beforehand and fuck like that.
But after the Yoo Soyeon cosplay last time, I hadn't been taking them again.
Back then, I was just gritting my teeth, determined to take every drop no matter what, so I'd prepared fully.
I never imagined this situation would come up again so soon.
From now on, it'd be better to take them regularly.
[Girl's name Yoo Soyeon. ㅅㄱ]
I just straight-up sent the name of Han Gyeo-ul's favorite character.
Whatever, fuck it.
Right after impulsively sending the reply, my phone started ringing off the hook.
[Lee Min-ho]
What now. Again.
[Hello?]
[Hey. Han Na-eun.]
Oppa's voice sounded serious.
Actually, I'm the one who's pissed, so why are you calling me like you're interrogating?
[What.]
[The name Yoo Soyeon—what the hell does that mean.]
[You went crazy for it when I cosplayed her last time. So I said name her that. Why.]
Soyeon.
It was a pretty common name anyway, and I thought the name itself was cute.
[No, the name's not the issue. Right now.]
[Then what's the problem.]
[How's the family name Yoo! What the fuck!]
Ahh... So that's what it was.
Once I understood why Oppa was snapping at me, my lips twitched.
Should I mess with him a little more?
[Ahh... That... Sorry! Minho-jjang!]
With a slightly higher pitch than usual, I started imitating a total fujo.
[But you're the bad one for not noticing. Hngh~.]
Ah. This is so fun.
The bad mood from before vanished completely.
Oppa really had that perfect hit feel.
If this were video call, it'd be even funnier...
[Hey... You... That... Uh...]
Oppa's voice trembling.
I barely held back the laughter bursting out in my real voice.
[You'll still love a girl like me, right? Oppa.]
I knew pushing more would break his brain, but his reactions were too delicious.
I planned to stop if Oppa said no more jokes, that he was pissed...
[Single mom fighting! Good job!]
The call end tone followed.
I pulled the phone from my ear, wondering if I heard wrong.
What the. This guy.
He actually hung up.
But hey, "single mom fighting"?
Jeez...
In disbelief, I tried calling back, but Oppa must've blocked me or something—only [Can't take calls right now...] played.
Oh ho. You crossed the line first, and now you're blocking me too?
But our reunion was inevitable.
Modern Architecture class tomorrow morning.
Yeah~ Block me all you want~ I'll see you in class~
I set an alarm for pill time and took a good long nap.
Monday morning.
Not wanting to run into Na-eun, I deliberately arrived just a tad late for class.
Normally I'd sit by Hwi-min, but today I planned to bolt right after, so I took the back row, far end seat.
"Lee Go-eun."
"Yes!"
"Lee Min-ho."
"Yes."
I said it quietly, so I shot my hand up.
As I raised my hand, someone up front turned around.
Han Na-eun. My evil girlfriend.
The ultimate evil who'd NTR-dripped on me, the Unicorn Legion leader who only accepts virgins.
I had no intention of forgiving her easily.
"Now, today's topic is how the advent of computers changed architecture."
"You all handle computer tools so easily and familiarly, but just 50 years ago, every drawing was done by hand."
"Photos from old architecture firms. See? Totally different vibe from today's computer-packed ones."
The Professor seemed lost in memories, starting with tales from his firm days before kicking off the class proper.
I always enjoyed these professors' experience stories and chit-chat.
Not that I wanted to keep doing architecture or had love for it—just from afar, as a non-major, it seemed cool and impressive enough.
Up close, it's just tragedy.
"So let's look at this. FOA's Yokohama Terminal. Anyone know it? Anyone been?"
Propping my chin, I listened quietly like it was a tale from a far-off land.
Listening hard for once, time flew by. 90-minute class wasn't that long anyway.
I tried to slip out avoiding Na-eun, but it wasn't her who grabbed me—it was a third party.
"Hey. Lee Min-ho."
Familiar voice. Hwi-min.
"Hi."
Shit. Was gonna dip quick.
"Why you in such a rush? Where to?"
"Oh. Yeah. Got some stuff to do."
"Hey. Just one question then."
Hwi-min glanced around, leaned in, and whispered.
"...Did you knock up Na-eun?"
Ah. Fuck. Knew it.
Insider chicks really do have mouths lighter than feathers.
Haa... What do I even say.
I did creampie, so "no" feels off.
Say yes, and I'd have to explain she took the pill so it's fine.
"Nah."
She said so, but she probably took it properly.
No way she really skipped it.
I hurriedly packed my bag to leave, but this time the boss mob caught me.
"O.ppa."
Na-eun's tone like "where you think you're going."
"Yeah. Na-eun-ah."
Our couple status was out, and some knew we'd hit the Obstetrics and Gynecology clinic.
In this situation, I couldn't straight-up ignore her.
"You said we'd do Design Class together today..."
Her voice sounded all pitiful, unlike usual.
Now I could spot her scheming at a glance.
"Yeah. Right right."
I flashed a big smile and switched modes instantly.
"Let's go eat quick!"
Na-eun hooked her arm in mine, bowed to Hwi-min, and dragged me out of the College of Architecture building.
"...Oppa."
Confirming no one around, Na-eun stopped and gazed up at me intently.
"What."
"Sorry about yesterday. For that joke."
Oh? Apologizing straight-up? That's unexpected?
"...But you saying for real you wanna be a living flesh dildo was too much!"
Ah. Fuck, people are staring. Na-eun.