#8. Report
#8. Report
...It's big.
Why is it so damn big?
The moment I saw Minho Oppa's dick, I couldn't help but gasp.
As an artist drawing erotic illustrations, I'd seen plenty of naked male and female bodies on screen.
Of course, I'd watched way more erotic illustrations and porn than girls my age could even compare to.
But Minho Oppa's dick size...
No exaggeration, it was the kind of size you'd only see in hardcore black guys' videos.
When he cursed and told me to open my mouth.
I got my whole body ready to welcome him.
I was drooling twice as much as when we ate that pizza earlier.
My throat, trained just for this day. Hope Oppa likes it?
I really want him to be satisfied...
The protagonist of [I Imprisoned Her].
Minho Oppa's dick was thick and majestic enough to remind me of the descriptions of Lee Jin-seong's.
The bulging veins swelling prominently proved he was burning with black desire as he looked at me.
A thrilling ache stabbed at my lower belly.
Minho Oppa.
Maybe blowing off my illustration deadline that day was the best damn thing I did all year.
With no way to guess my thoughts, he ravaged my throat mercilessly, just like a scene straight out of the novel.
His massive dick made my jaw tingle as it dripped white threads and started pistoning back and forth.
No such thing as warm consideration existed.
In this moment, I existed purely to satisfy his pleasure.
That fact felt so unreal yet utterly ecstatic.
"Uuugh."
As expected, real deal is the real deal.
I'd sworn to be the ultimate woman who never gags even once, but since it was my first time for real, holding back was tough.
Even when I sneaked a glance up at him, Minho Oppa's reaction stayed ice-cold.
If Lee Jin-seong actually existed, he'd be looking down at me just like Oppa right now, huh?
It was pure agony holding back my hand from heading straight to my pussy.
Deep down, I wanted to stuff his dick in my mouth, savor it, and rub my pussy like crazy—but no way could I.
...I absolutely couldn't let him catch on that I was enjoying this.
I had to stay the pitiful girl reluctantly obeying his orders because of blackmail.
"Puha."
When Oppa pulled his dick out of my mouth, a sound escaped like I'd barely surfaced after holding my breath underwater.
"...Fucking bastard."
I muttered the curse under my breath.
In my heart, I'd already sworn to be his bitch, but I had to stick to my role perfectly.
"...If I'm a fucking bastard, then you're no different from a bitch in heat, moaning under me like that."
Yes! I'll do it! Oppa's exclusive bitch!
I wanted to nod my head off wildly, but instead I glared at him with a cold expression.
"...I had no idea Oppa was this kind of person."
Which makes it even better, though.
"What the hell? You slut living off selling perverted illustrations."
Umm... This... Uh...
[I Imprisoned Her] doesn't have a line like that...
After getting trashed with lines kinda like the novel's, the direct hit on me snapped me out of it a bit.
Calling my illustrations "perverted"...
This has to count as a compliment, right? Means my art is super fucking hot?
Ambiguous vibe. Feels like praise, but somehow not.
Verbal smackdowns were great and all, but I wanted to fast-forward to the next step already.
"In the erotic novels Oppa reads, you always shove it down girls' throats like that, huh? Gross. Seriously."
I faked a gag, feeling my heart pounding like crazy.
Minho Oppa's the type who cracks if you poke him just a little.
Say this, and his next target would definitely be my pussy.
Haa... Getting naturally blackmailed into getting fucked like this.
My wait wasn't for nothing.
Good job. Han Na-eun!
You toughed it out. Han Na-eun!
"Get on all fours."
Kyaaang!
Totally Lee Jin-seong!
Even those eyes looking down like I'm worthless.
Minho Oppa: Pass! Total pass!
Sure, I had to nudge things a bit, but that's the reality compromise.
"Wa... Wait."
"Get on all fours."
"I'm sorry. Please, anything but that..."
I said the words, but my pussy was already flooding.
Panties feel soaked; if he spots that...
Face buried in the bed, I lifted just my ass.
In a pose where Oppa couldn't see my expression, I couldn't hold back the goofy grin spilling out.
Table's set. He just grabs the spoon, and it's game over.
His hands wrapped around my waist as he undid my jeans button.
My underwear—never shown to any guy—was exposed to the world.
White cotton panties to certify my virginity.
By now, Oppa's probably clocked the stains and knows I'm soaked, right?
"I knew it, you perverted slut."
Minho Oppa slid his hand up my ass.
His fingers slipped inside my panties, and my body shivered hard.
And just like that, he...
Yanked my panties down to my calves.
Tuk. Tuk.
Oppa's glans pressed against my pussy, hot breath pouring out.
Different. Nothing like a dildo.
No comparison to those toys.
The scorching heat screamed how turned on he was right now.
Every time Oppa gripped his dick and teased my clit up and down, I bit my lip to stifle the moans leaking out.
My straight-as-an-arrow waist buckled like snapped legs, bending into a bow.
But for some reason, Oppa kept teasing without thrusting in.
Finisher line not enough yet?
Time for a zinger to amp up the excitement?
What'd Kang Suyeon say in [I Imprisoned Her] that I crammed yesterday...
Ah yeah. That's it. Nail it almost word-for-word...!
"...A bastard like you is gonna pay. I'm reporting you!"
In the novel, Lee Jin-seong flew into a rage at that and popped Kang Suyeon's cherry on the spot.
Obviously, he was the one dishing out punishment for her wicked mouth, drilling fear into her so she'd never dream of reporting.
Boom. Situation matching the novel at damn near 100% sync!
Oppa's a huge fan too! You've gotta have your own fantasies!
But the teasing dick pressure vanished.
What? He gonna slam that monster in from behind all at once?
Eyes squeezed shut, waiting for penetration, but curiosity won—I turned to peek at Minho Oppa.
And there...
Was Minho Oppa scrambling to pull up his pants and hastily putting his clothes back on.
He frantically straightened his outfit, slipped my panties back on me, and even hiked up my jeans.
Eh? Ehhhhh?!?!?!!
His plot-reversing moves left me fish-out-of-water stunned.
"Na-eun-ah."
"Y-Yes? Yes."
"Really sorry. I think I just lost my mind for a sec."
No? No way.
That's not the apology we need!
Eh? If you're apologizing, make it for wrecking my milestone moment. That's it!
"Uh... so, can you please cut me some slack on the reporting?"
His words hit, and I realized I was the one who'd blown it.
This motel room, where Minho Oppa and I share breaths? That's reality.
No novel lawless zone.
Minho Oppa's lost-puppy panic face froze my brain.
Accept the apology here...?
If I were novel Kang Suyeon, mercy wouldn't even be a word.
Her type? Slap his face and straight to the cops...
But that'd be tossing my golden once-in-a-lifetime shot.
Never had a speck of intent to report anyway.
"...I won't report."
Wanted to beg him to keep going, but he was already at the door, shoes on and everything.
"Thanks so much, Na-eun-ah. Really sorry about today. Won't act like I know you from now on. Won't breathe a word about your secret anywhere, so let's just pretend today never happened. Heading out first!"
Slam.
Door shut, leaving me alone in the motel room, and tears suddenly stung my eyes.
"Uwaaaang! Han Na-eun, you moron bitch!"
If I'd just shut my trap, it'd been a home run!
Spitting in the pot right when the rice was done!
Tension gone, I flopped back on the bed, pounding the poor pillow with my fists.
Hell, Minho Oppa even ditched me saying no more acting like we know each other and bolted.
Obviously, he'll dodge me forever now.
No? We weren't connected for real anyway, so back to status quo, right?
But I had zero plans for that.
This is a never-again chance.
Heaven-sent fate.
I'll get fucked by him, no matter what.