#94. Preparation
#94. Preparation
...I got caught.
Oppa found out that I'm one of his readers.
A decent amount of time has passed since we officially started dating from the first day he dragged me to the motel, but I thought I'd hidden it pretty well until now.
Honestly, I never thought I could keep it from Oppa until the day I closed my eyes for good.
There were crises during those nearly two months, too.
But the fact that I spilled everything so smoothly to Oppa's surprise question about the Amy part—like I'd been hit with some hypnosis app—was enough to make me blame myself.
If I'm gonna confess that easily, what was the point of hiding it in the first place...
Haa... Amy...
This damn bitch was a problem even in the novel, and now she's gone and wrecked my relationship, too.
The one heroine I thought was no-fap material in I Imprisoned Her.
Amy was a character set up as an exchange student from America to South Korea.
Of course, I figured Lee Jin-seong's collection would have at least one white horse, but Han Gyeo-ul-nim dragged out the intro in a way that felt kinda forced for some reason.
The buildup was too short, you could say—no sign of that thick, sticky corruption flavor unique to Imprisoning Her.
And when there were parts where she moaned in English midway through? Total no-fap. No-fap incarnate.
No matter how much of a Han Gyeo-ul stan I am, haa... covering for that is a bit much...
I thought that part was pretty brain-breaking, so some readers left malicious comments piling up.
Oppa seemed kinda down about it too, judging by the author's notes—he even hiatus'd several times while serializing that part.
Naturally, some readers bailed, and a lot declared they'd come back once the Amy arc ended.
But as a true fan, I gritted my teeth through it like choking down sweet potatoes, and luckily, the author wrapped up the Amy episode shorter than expected.
Whew... that was really the harsh winter of Imprisoning Her...
If I weren't a true die-hard fan, I wouldn't have reacted that much to Oppa's words.
Honestly, there was just one thing Oppa did wrong.
Writing the Amy part like shit.
Burying Amy in an otherwise perfect Imprisoning Her.
Of course, I'm saying that, but the illustrations turned out super arousing.
'Cause I'm a 'pro.'
Honestly, while working on Amy, I even considered seriously emailing Han Gyeo-ul-nim a word or two but held back.
They must have their reasons. If my email shattered their mental and they dropped the series, I really wouldn't be able to handle it.
"Hau..."
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I dry-washed my face in despair over what to do next.
I hung up abruptly this time, but it's not like I could just ghost him completely—I needed to make some kind of decision.
Oppa's birthday is in three days, so maybe I should just come clean then...
That I was a fan even before I knew he was Oppa.
Ah... I don't know...
For now, I had to prepare his birthday present.
It was my first boyfriend's first birthday.
I wanted to do it right.
Something he'd love the most...
Something he'd love the most, huh...
...I got a good idea.
After I hung up saying it was all my fault, there'd been no contact from Na-eun.
I called, but she didn't pick up, and I texted, but it just showed as read—no reply.
Part of me wondered if this was that ghosting breakup you hear about, but what massive screw-up did I even do?
Just asking when she started reading my novel—what's so wrong with that?
But it hadn't even been a full day yet, so going to Hwi-min or consulting others felt kinda awkward in this situation.
[My... girlfriend ghosted me!]
[How long?]
[One day!]
...That's just gaslighting.
Even if I were the one listening, I'd think the same.
Hmm... If no contact by tomorrow, maybe I'll head to her place.
For now, deciding to wrap up the novel, I started writing the buildup stage with illustrator Song Han-byeol.
Jin-seong was very satisfied with his first meeting with Song Han-byeol.
She really was a woman who knew nothing of the world yet.
Just barely an adult, fresh out of high school, and she didn't even know how to do makeup properly—it was a bit clumsy.
Jin-seong smiled, pretending to have no ulterior motives, carrying on the conversation, but inside, he was pondering how to rip her virgin apart.
To lay the groundwork for his future plans, he tossed out various conversation topics, but the only thing she was truly interested in was drawing.
Zero interest in movies, dramas, or anything else.
Figuring out she seemed kinda into animation, Jin-seong drooled at the thought of turning her into a slut who only drew dirty anime.
He'd make her spend all day drawing nothing but skin tones.
And convince her that was the reason she was born.
Meanwhile, oblivious Han-byeol was starting to like Jin-seong.
He'd only debuted as a web novel author recently, which felt similar to her own situation just starting out, giving her a sense of kinship, and plus, Jin-seong's looks were strikingly handsome.
He'd been so kindly attentive when talking work stuff online, so she imagined he'd have a warm vibe, but seeing him in person, his sharp features gave off an almost cold aura.
Of course, you shouldn't judge by looks alone, and Jin-seong listened to her stories with the same kind, gentle tone as their online chats.
[Han-byeol-ssi. Um... would it be okay if I contact you again next time?]
Blatant after-party bait.
Han-byeol felt her heart pounding.
She'd always just drawn at home, thinking romance was impossible for her...
With trembling hands, Han-byeol typed and deleted short messages several times.
[Ah. I'd love if you contacted me.^^]
Too formal?
[Of course! Contact me anytime!]
Ah... this makes me seem too easy.
After agonizing over it, Han-byeol went with the safest option.
[Yes. Looking forward to it!]
Reading the reply, Jin-seong knew his plan was working.
[Then I'll contact you again soon!]
He never used exclamation points, but for playing the cheerful author, he could spam them.
Alright. Now it was time to move thoroughly for her sake.
He'd forced himself to write to debut as a web novel author, but at least he couldn't drop it until Song Han-byeol was perfectly corrupted.
And surprisingly, the income was decent, so Jin-seong thought his current gig wasn't bad.
He had zero interest in animation, but for chats with Han-byeol, he'd downloaded the hottest ones.
After sending today's installment to the editor, Jin-seong picked up his phone.
[Yes. Master.]
Yoo Soyeon answered like a customer service rep, all polite and proper.
[To my place.]
No need for long explanations.
At Jin-seong's call, his sex slaves dropped everything and came running.
[Heading out now.]
Soyeon waited until Jin-seong hung up, then stood right away.
[Ji-yeon-ssi. Something urgent came up at home today.]
[Ah. Yeah, go ahead. Hurry.]
Soyeon quickly packed up, took half-day leave, and bolted from the library.
Opportunities like this didn't come every day.
Everyone knew Jin-seong had a new target.
Knowing how meticulously he did the Training, Soyeon couldn't guess when her turn would come again if she missed today.
Taking a taxi to Jin-seong's Officetel, Soyeon kissed his feet the moment he opened the door.
That was the pact between slave and master.
Basic manners to uphold.
"Yoo Soyeon."
"Yes. Master."
"...Go wash up."
At Jin-seong's word, Soyeon shuddered and headed to the bathroom.
Just his psycho smile alone made her pussy tingle.
Hmm... horny...?
Kinda feels horny.
Leaning back in my chair, I slowly started proofreading again.
No direct sex scene, but I still had to structure it to show each character's charm.
Han-byeol, still clueless before her imprisonment.
Soyeon, whose Training ended ages ago.
Before and after contrast, like that.
Wiiiiing.
Phone vibrated; I picked up.
"Hello."
"Ah. Oppa."
"Yeah. HNE Author-nim."
I made no bones about being pissed.
"Aigoo... Sorry about yesterday... for hanging up like that..."
"Hey. You didn't just ignore that call—you ghosted every single contact."
"Had my reasons."
"Never came inside me, though?"
"...Wanna come do it?"
Na-eun went quiet for a sec, cleared her throat, then spoke again.
"Ahem...! Ahem...! Oppa. I thought about how to spend your birthday."
"Yeah."
"...Wanna go to an amusement park together?"
"Amusement park?"
"Yeah. We've never been."
True, but an amusement park...
Haven't been since high school.
"Won't it be cold? It's winter."
"It's your birthday, so let's do something different from usual. Whatever."
"Got it. Let's go."
"Then meet at X-World entrance, 3 PM on the day!"
"Yeah. But hey..."
She didn't even touch the novel topic—just said her piece and hung up again.
Sigh... what the...
At least at the amusement park, she won't show up with some weird gift...?