#9. New Character
#9. New Character
Even after escaping the motel, my heart was pounding like it was about to explode.
I had almost become a criminal.
No matter how much of an Erotic Novelist I was, that wasn't it.
That really wasn't it.
If my mom and dad back in the countryside saw their son, the Erotic Novelist, on the 9 o'clock news, that would be a catastrophe like no other.
Na-eun said she wouldn't report me, so I had to believe that.
But if she got pissed off and reported me anyway...
Back in my studio apartment, I banged my head against the front door.
You crazy bastard.
I clearly told myself yesterday not to act like Lee Jin-seong and went out.
And yet, hyped up on courage, I went and pulled that Lee Jin-seong bullshit.
What the hell was I thinking?
Throwing myself onto the bed, I lay there and started chasing my tail with wild imaginings.
What I'd lose if I ended up in prison...
Already 26 years old. The age where being introduced as a Mosol virgin stings the heart.
By the time I got out after doing time, I'd probably be too old for any pure romance.
Just a creepy sex offender uncle. Horrifying. Absolutely horrifying.
[I Imprisoned Her.]
This novel I'd poured all my love into would end up on hiatus. Or I'd have to wrap it up like a dog.
Haa...
I could already feel my chest tightening up.
Just like those game addicts in documentaries yelling "[There's a person in here!]" I knew I'd end up feeling the same.
I could practically hear the readers' uproar echoing in my ears in real time.
Huuu...
This can't happen!
No way this can happen!
I was on the brink of losing everything over one moment of impulse.
Smacking my forehead at my pathetic behavior, I thought about Na-eun again.
Han Na-eun... my illustrator-nim...
The time we spent in that motel room was probably less than 10 minutes in reality, but honestly, it was the most thrilling moment of my life.
Thinking of her face made my lower half start rising like crazy again.
With this... I'd... Han Na-eun...
I recalled the feel of her mouth.
Her warm breath.
The sensation of her uvula at the tip of my glans.
Her tongue, so soft it was unreal.
And... her pussy, slick and wet, whether from instinct or what.
Her pubic hair, neatly trimmed like she'd predicted this exact situation—impossible, but still.
I couldn't stop my hand from naturally drifting to my dick.
In the end, I jerked one out using the memory as side dish, but even that couldn't calm my excitement.
Na-eun-ah... Na-eun-ah...!
But Na-eun and I would never meet again.
If she called me out again, that'd mean my life was boarding the express train to rock bottom.
Even so, I couldn't hide my regret.
Her slim waist kept flickering in front of my eyes.
As I pondered how to soothe this longing even a little, a brilliant idea hit me.
If I couldn't meet her in reality, I could just create her myself.
After all, it was crystal clear that Han Na-eun despised my novel and refused to read it.
Firing up Word, I slowly started writing the next episode of [I Imprisoned Her.]
Having wrapped up the Nam Ga-yeon arc, the title of my next chapter was...
Han Na-eun (1).
In the end, left alone lying in the motel after he bolted, I couldn't help but sink into emptiness.
Riding the subway home, I let out a deep sigh.
"Haa..."
Sure, I'd resolved to let him fuck me, but no clever plan came to mind.
If I used today's incident as an excuse to order him to fuck me, it might actually work.
Oppa might even like it.
But that was far from what I wanted.
My goal wasn't getting 'fucked' by him—it was for Oppa to fuck me of his own pure volition.
But how the hell was I supposed to get Minho oppa, who swore he wouldn't even pretend to know me anymore, to unbutton his pants?
...No answer.
Was there no strategy to pull down his already locked-up underwear again?
Should I give up...
But giving up...
Oppa's dark red dick flashed in my mind.
His shaft, like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
It reminded me of Lee Jin-seong's dick, the protagonist of [I Imprisoned Her.]
And deep down, it was sinister in a way that set it apart from other guys who played innocent just to fuck.
[Open your mouth. You fucking bitch.]
...Can't give up.
How could I give up on this?
Waiting for another natural encounter with a guy like that was basically declaring I'd reincarnate first.
Pulling the dildo from my closet, I shoved it deep into my mouth again to console the lingering regret.
But this was a mistake.
It only amplified my pent-up frustration.
No.
This wasn't the feeling.
It was way more vivid, alive...!
Not some cold, hard lump like this!
Unable to contain my anger, I hurled the dildo onto the bed.
Haa... seriously.
This was Minho oppas fault.
Turning the diligent dildo-kun, who was faithfully doing its job, into useless trash in an instant.
Plopping down at my computer desk, I scrolled drrrk down.
Happening or not, work's work.
I checked if any new freelance gigs had come in today.
Torandoran-nim messaged asking about illustration progress—reply to that...
And an email from Han Gyeo-ul Writer-nim.
Probably feedback on the Nam Ga-yeon illustration, right?
The email content was exactly as I'd predicted.
[As expected from a pro writer-nim! Pussy expert certified! No major revisions needed! You worked so hard again this time! Looking forward to the next character!]
Honestly, this wasn't the first time hearing this from Han Gyeo-ul Writer-nim, but it always warmed my heart.
And even after I was late, they still wanted to collab on the next character with me!
Truth be told, a star writer-nim like Han Gyeo-ul could've easily teamed up with other name-brand illustrators without me.
Judging by the novel's views, even if I charged top dollar, it'd be pocket change to them.
And looking at other writers' blogs or portfolios, there were a few who seemed on my level or better.
Just gratitude. Overwhelming gratitude.
So, shall we pray to Han Gyeo-ul Writer-nim, who provided today's daily bread, and enjoy the feast?
Today's uploaded chapter title: Nam Ga-yeon
Ga-yeon's episode is finally over.
Ah... If I'd worked just a bit faster, the illustration could've dropped before the episode ended...
Personally, when reading novels, I think the perfect timing for an illustration reveal is right when the Heroine appears.
Or at least mid-episode.
Especially for Training stuff like [I Imprisoned Her.], people crave the post-Training look, so the illustration builds hype for the story ahead.
Reading the intro of first Heroine Kang Suyeon, she seemed like the ultimate elite, sharp-as-a-tack woman, but in my illustration, she was just a horny whore.
So, watching her evolve from the writer's described intro to my illustrated version must be a huge thrill for readers.
I had some regrets about this job, but what could I do?
For mom and dad, I had to graduate no matter what.
Even if I got pathetic looks from head to toe, I couldn't skip the Design Deadline Critique.
Otherwise, those profs wouldn't let me advance to the next year.
Instead, next time, I really gotta prioritize Han Gyeo-ul Writer-nim's piece.
Usually I allot 3-4 weeks per piece, but next one, vow to finish in 20 days.
Writer-nim didn't disappoint, as expected.
Nam Ga-yeon, who appeared as Lee Jin-seong's cocky friend/little sis, was no longer her old self.
She'd learned proper feminine poise as a woman, and what etiquette for Jin-seong really meant.
Watching her every action made even me, the reader, grin with satisfaction.
Haa... what a long, long build-up.
Not just me—probably all the other readers felt the same.
But that endless build-up was all for this one scene.
And the thrill of this scene was like biting into a ripe fruit.
Sweet... so sweet...
In the scene where she sucked up Lee Jin-seong's cum like holy water, not spilling a drop, I went and grabbed the dildo I'd tossed.
So fucking horny I can't take it...
The urge to ram this dildo into my pussy right now clashed in a tense battle with the reason I'd upheld till now.
Hold it in! Na-eun-ah! You've held out so well so far! Right?
Plus, you've met your fated one!
Minho oppa!
Gotta give your virginity to Minho oppa! Right?
You got a guarantee he'll fuck you?
Guarantee? You can't even call him out now.
Just enjoy it... Give up and relax...
Keep thrusting as much as you want solo and be happy.
"Uuu..."
In the end, after clutching and glaring at the dildo, I sealed it back in the closet.
"Yeah! Fine then—I'll only go for the real thing!"
Barely conquering my lust, I clenched my fists tight.
Piece of cake. Minho oppa.