#76. Original Intent
#76. Original Intent
[Hello. Readers-nim. This is Han Gyeo-ul.]
[Finally! A new illustration from HNE Author-nim!]
[Heroine Han Na-eun-yang is complete!]
[So many people asked in the comments when it would come out, and I was waiting so eagerly I thought my neck would snap off.]
[Instead, it's finished with such satisfying and awesome quality!]
[Look at those thick, juicy thighs. I sent rave reviews to the crazy skilled erotic illustration expert illustrator-nim this time too.]
[Now that I've finished writing the Han Na-eun Episode, I'll be back soon with a new heroine and episode.]
[Stay warm and have a great day.]
[Han Gyeo-ul bows in apology]
[The Han Na-eun Episode is wrapping up now too. Great work, Author-nim.]
White Snowflake-nim was still apparently following my novel live in real-time.
I felt like sending her a holiday gift set or something.
Not spam-level, but at least a toothpaste and toothbrush set.
Back when I had just a handful of comments, each one felt precious beyond words.
It was proof that someone out there was spending their time enjoying my writing.
In that context, White Snowflake-nim seemed like a nickname I'd never forget.
After scanning the comments with a flick, I wandered aimlessly online again, diving into job search sites to brainstorm a new heroine fitting for me.
...Secretary. Haven't done secretary yet.
Leaning back in my chair, I stared at the ceiling and pictured what a secretary might be like.
First off, setting her as protagonist Lee Jin-seong's secretary might be a stretch.
It would've been fine if he were the heir to a massive conglomerate, but Lee Jin-seong's background didn't quite fit that mold.
Lee Jin-seong had no 'job.'
With his brilliant mind and fancy degree from a top university, he'd temporarily snag a gig at whatever workplace—or nearby—had a woman he wanted to fuck.
When he fucked office lady Kang Suyeon, he went in as a fresh-faced intern at her company; for mental counselor Han Heejung, he played the role of a newbie with a mental breakdown.
Ah... but making her someone else's secretary risks her getting pegged as a non-virgin.
As the leader of the Unicorn Legion,
I had supreme confidence in my non-virgin detector senses.
If I wrote in a setting like 'secretary to a pot-bellied CEO,' readers would spit blood calling her a used rag.
Sigh.
How about forcing a fake company into existence?
Nah, that sounds exhausting too.
Tricky... Let's poke around a bit more.
Unique job. Unique job.
What could it be.
Architect...? Haven't done architect, but...
Clap.
I slapped my cheek hard with my right hand.
No matter how desperate I was for material, crossing that line? Hell no!
Lee Min-ho! You've lost your damn mind. Time to find your beginner's mind.
You swore off Tal-geon, and now you're dragging architecture into your material?
No way in hell.
But in the end, without finding anything decent, I just flopped onto the bed and pulled out my phone.
[Whatcha doing?]
A text from Na-eun.
It's been about 40 minutes since it came in, and I hadn't checked.
Craving her voice, I called Na-eun.
[Hello?]
[Whatcha doing, oppa.]
Na-eun's voice, same as always.
[Brainstorming novel ideas.]
No point hiding it anymore.
[Ugh... gross...]
Hold up. When did I ever call you a dirty bitch for drawing my erotic illustrations?
But I'm a gentlemanly boyfriend, so.
[But it's not going well. Sigh.]
Honestly, right now, more than bickering with her, I just wanted some empty consolation.
No one around me knew I was writing novels, so whenever I hit a wall, I had to tough it out alone.
There were times I really wanted to just spill it all to Hwi-min and vent my worries freely, but I held back hard.
Sure, it'd feel refreshing in the moment, but reality would hit like a truck and I'd wanna off myself.
[What's got you stuck? Your stuff always ranks high.]
[Need to pick the next heroine's job, but I've used up all the obvious ones.]
[True, for oppa's super-pervy requests, I drew a naked nurse and even a stewardess with her skirt flipped up.]
Her tone was like a battle-hardened veteran reminiscing about the front lines.
Hey, you say that, but you got all excited with me during those consults and yapped away enthusiastically.
Think I forgot?
HNE Author-nim was a total workaholic.
She'd pick up even if I messaged at dawn.
Ah, was that because she was up anyway from design work and couldn't sleep?
Could be. Anyway.
Whenever I asked about poses, she'd suggest stuff like 'this angle's more dynamic and hot' and so on.
Of course, I had no clue she was a woman—or that she'd end up my girlfriend.
[Exactly. Think up one super-hot character for the sake of your paycheck.]
[Asking your girlfriend to brainstorm an erotic novel character right now?]
[I believed in you~ HNE Author-nim~]
I wasn't expecting much, just tossing out a joke to shake off my gloomy block.
[...Okay. I'll give it a shot.]
Her voice suddenly dead serious.
[Eh? For real?]
[You think I'd just leave my boyfriend struggling?]
[No... I mean... Of course I'd help if you were in a bind...]
Right?
Is this okay?
I had no clue.
[Hanging up then. I'll do some searching.]
[Ah. Yeah.]
The second I replied, Na-eun hung up abruptly.
Hoo... hoo...
My heart's going doki-doki.
After finishing the call with Minho oppa, I felt a boiling sense of duty rising inside me.
Han Gyeo-ul Author-nim personally asking me for character advice...!
This was a first.
He'd always just requested 'draw this like that,' never brainstormed characters together.
I knew that wasn't an illustrator's job, but I'd secretly hoped for an invite sometimes.
Alright, full binge-read first.
I pulled up my personal bible.
[I Imprisoned Her.] Starting from page one.
Every page screamed masterpiece.
Especially Lee Jin-seong.
The heroines all had personality, but Lee Jin-seong? Irresistibly captivating.
Crazy bastard.
Ethics? Laws? Didn't exist for him.
Just one stubborn belief: remake any woman he liked to his tastes.
How could he have zero consideration?
The scenes where the imprisoned women's hopes crumbled and their wills broke? Pure thrill every time.
How does he nail psychological despair like that?
In the end, circling back, their only reliance was Lee Jin-seong.
His favor was their world's sole light; clinging to him, their only allowed pleasure.
Love swells in my chest.
My boyfriend who wrote this insane novel is too lovable.
I wanna be trained.
More than 'I love you,' I wanna wail like an animal with a wrecked face.
"Haa... haa..."
Couldn't beat the habit again; eyes locked on my phone screen, I threw myself onto the bed.
Fingers head to that now-permitted spot.
The second I touch it, my pussy spits out juices.
Not even a minute in, flood city down there.
The part I'm savoring now? One of my faves.
[Amy. I'm very interested in your body.]
As a white girl, Amy's skin was pale to the point of ghostly.
Gag in her mouth, all she could do was mumble "eup eup!"
[Sure, your virginity would taste great too. But today, let's try something different.]
Lee Jin-seong twisted her nipple hard with a blank face.
Amy's pupils dilated in mind-melting pain.
But his next savage act shocked her even more.
[Eup...! Eueueup!]
Couldn't make out the words, but he guessed 'please not there' and smirked.
[Alright. Wonder what an American's anal tastes like.]
His cock pierced her unmodified asshole in one brutal thrust.
"Minho oppa... me too... me too anal..."
The forbidden hole oppa hasn't even fingered yet.
I wanna be remade.
Untouched, just in case it ruins the flavor.
Finally, at Amy's climax part, I squirted my juices hard.
"Haa... haa..."
This won't do.
Lately, I've been losing my beginner's mind too much.
Feels like we've been doing all lovey-dovey sex just 'cause oppa suggests it.
Whew. Back to basics, Han Na-eun.
Still tons of plays left to endure.
After tidying the bed, I brainstormed hard for oppa's new character. And for me.