Backside_Of_One (4)
Ju Hana had come today fully intending to confess everything, ready to accept whatever "punishment" Kang Cheol-jin saw fit if he found her.
- find me and i'll give u a handjob lol
She'd thrown down that kind of provocation, so she was prepared for any consequence. In her heart, she was actually looking forward to it.
After all, the notorious Backside Girl had a libido that was anything but ordinary. Her timid nature made it hard for her to be around men, but she'd been waiting for a day just like this one.
That didn't mean just anyone would do, of course.
Sexual desires aside, she wanted to be with a man who gave off a good vibe.
In that sense, Kang Cheol-jin gave off far more than a good vibe—he was someone truly special to her.
They'd only exchanged names two weeks ago, but she'd known him through social media for over four years.
All that time she'd been in contact with 'Kkang-cheol' through her alt account, 'Bback-sa.'
And that wasn't all.
The two of them weren't just connected through alt accounts.
The real reason she both wanted to reveal her identity to Kang Cheol-jin and feared doing so was the connection between the cosplayer 'Juha' and Kang Cheol-jin's other account, 'Steel.'
She'd known he was 'Kkang-cheol,' but discovering he was also 'Steel' was relatively recent.
She learned it while mentoring Kang Cheol-jin at the club and chatting with him.
Her first fan, Steel; the R-19 artist, Kkang-cheol; and fellow club member, Kang Cheol-jin—all the same person.
The people she interacted with on Trickster could be counted on one hand.
Among them, 'Kkang-cheol' was her outlet for sexual desires, and 'Steel' was her very first fan, an incredibly precious person who filled her need for validation and self-esteem.
That was why she was afraid to reveal her identity.
Afraid that her first fan would be disappointed to learn she was Bback-sa.
And now.
That worry had become reality.
"Why... aren't you doing it?"
"......?"
"...Were you disappointed? Because I—because Juha is Bback-sa?"
Ju Hana's face crumpled, on the verge of tears.
Meanwhile, Kang Cheol-jin blinked and asked back, as if he had no idea what she meant.
"I already knew you were Bback-sa, though?"
"...Huh?"
This time, bewilderment colored Ju Hana's face.
At that, Kang Cheol-jin chuckled and said,
"You dropped so many hints, of course I noticed. And you said it yourself. After looking at that many photos, shouldn't I be able to recognize you just by your ass?"
"Uh, eh? Ah, no, that was......"
Ju Hana's face flushed bright red. Having the words she'd typed out on social media thrown back at her in person was unbearably embarrassing.
"Well, there's a bit of a disconnect, I guess... but I'm not disappointed. Or wait, maybe I was a little disappointed?"
"I, I knew it......"
"No, don't go digging yourself into a hole. That doesn't mean I don't want to."
"Y, you don't hate it? Really?"
Ju Hana's eyes went round.
Kang Cheol-jin scratched his head awkwardly and said,
"To be honest, it still doesn't feel real. How you are in person is way too different from Trickster. So somehow, it feels like Bback-sa is Bback-sa and Juha is Juha. And well......"
Truthfully, Kang Cheol-jin wasn't exactly in a position to judge her, either.
"I've been drawing and selling hardcore erotic illustrations through an alt account to make a living too, you know. By your logic, you'd have to worry about whether you're disappointed that Steel is me."
His main account 'Steel' and his alt account 'Kkang-cheol.'
He ran the two accounts completely separate, each with a totally different art style.
"Ah, no. I wasn't disappointed. I-I'm actually glad!"
"R, really?"
"Mmhm......"
Ju Hana, who had answered with her head hanging low, suddenly looked up and asked again.
"Th-then why aren't you... ah!"
Mid-question, a possibility she hadn't considered flashed through her mind.
"Is it... because I'm ugly......"
Now that she thought about it, her face right now was completely different from when she cosplayed. Cosplay makeup was fundamentally about imitating a character, so it was applied extremely heavily. It was less makeup and more like a disguise, really.
Meanwhile, right now her hair was all frazzled from frequent bleaching and dyeing, and the dark circles under her eyes from chronic fatigue were prominent. In the first place, who would even want to do it with a woman who looked such a mess!
Ju Hana wilted and apologized.
"S, sorry. I don't know my place......"
"Ah, no. Hold on. How did the conversation even get there? This is seriously hard to adjust to. You're way too different from Trickster."
In the Ju Hana standing before him, he could find absolutely no trace of the ever-provocative 'Bback-sa,' nor of the confident, lively cosplayer 'Juha.'
Throughout the conversation, Kang Cheol-jin's head was spinning from the cognitive dissonance.
"Let's sort things out first. First of all, I'm not disappointed in you. And I don't dislike you. Okay?"
"Mmhm."
"And the reason I came to find you wasn't because of that provocation about a handjob or whatever—it was because I was worried you'd end up in a nasty situation. I mean, I guess I also came to cuss you out a bit, but let's skip that. Are we good on this one too?"
"O, okay......"
"And lastly, you're not ugly. I think you're pretty, actually."
Ju Hana's eyes widened.
"...Really?"
"Yeah, really. Why else would I have been a fan of yours for four years?"
Finally, she gets it.
Just as he thought that, Ju Hana tilted her head and asked again.
"But why won't you do it......?"
"...Oh, for crying out loud."
Kang Cheol-jin clutched his forehead.
The conversation kept going in circles.
"I keep telling you, I didn't come find you because I want to do it. So what I'm saying is, you don't have to force yourself to go through with some punishment. Even if you don't, I've got no intention of telling anyone."
"I-it's not forced, though."
"Huh?"
"I... I want to do it with you, though......"
"...What?"
Only then did Kang Cheol-jin realize he'd been misunderstanding things, too.
'She wants to do it with me? Not because she's forced to, but because she herself wants to? With a guy like me? Why?'
The focus had been off the entire time.
He'd naturally assumed Ju Hana meant to do it as a 'punishment' or a way to 'buy his silence,' just as she'd said in her messages.
This was a misunderstanding born from Kang Cheol-jin's own low self-esteem.
Of course, he'd been with several women by now.
Pi Ah-reum, Lee So-yeon, Jeong Mi-na.
But all of them had made their intentions crystal clear. They'd openly prioritized sexual desire and straight-up told him they wanted to fuck. He'd figured that was just how popular kids thought.
But now even this timid-looking Ju Hana was saying the same thing. At this point, he couldn't help but wonder.
'Could I really be good-looking? Am I what they call an alpha male or something?'
He'd come to realize by now that he wasn't a pig, but he'd never thought of himself as handsome. He'd heard it from people around him now and then, but he'd always assumed they were just saying it to make him feel better, to boost his self-esteem a little.
But now he was genuinely confused.
"Do you... not want to?"
"Me? I mean, of course I want to. Or rather, before that, our club has that no-dating rule......"
In an instant, Ju Hana's face brightened.
"S-so then sex is okay then?"
"Is that... how it works?"
Kang Cheol-jin stopped thinking any further.
*
I packed my bag and went back to my studio apartment.
...Ju Hana came along too.
'What is this? For real? Is this really okay?'
Shwaaaa, the sound of running water reached my ears.
It was the sound of Ju Hana washing up.
Meanwhile, I sat perched on the edge of the bed wearing only my underwear. I'd already finished my shower.
'Is this okay? Should I tell her I don't think this is right, even now?'
A nagging unease made me think that, but.
A more fundamental question came along with it.
Why should I refuse?
Hmm, no clear reason came to mind.
Ttak.
Ju Hana came out of the bathroom.
She had a towel wrapped around her body.
'Whoa, maybe because she's tall, the vibe is...'
I stared blankly at Ju Hana.
I kept a few oversized towels in my studio apartment. Given my build, I had them on hand for convenience.
But even that big towel just barely managed to cover Ju Hana's body.
Ju Hana was about 174 cm tall.
A notably tall height for a woman.
Because of that, the towel covering her from chest to hips looked like a super-mini dress. The proportions of her long, straight limbs and her sleek, shapely legs captivated my eyes.
"I-I'm done washing up......"
"Uh, yeah."
Ju Hana spoke shyly and walked toward me. She moved slowly, step by step, with a visibly nervous gait, and just watching those long legs move was almost enough to make my dick react.
At that moment, as Ju Hana came toward me, her arm happened to knock against something on the desk. My wallet fell to the floor.
"S-sorry!"
Startled, Ju Hana apologized and turned around to pick up the wallet.
"It's fi— huk."
I tried to say it was fine, but inhaled sharply instead.
Ju Hana bent over to pick up the fallen item.
With that, the towel that had been just barely covering her crucial bits rode up, fully exposing a moon-like ass and a pussy folded into a neat vertical line.
Though the reason I was shocked was something else.
I stared at the spot, dazed, my eyes wide and jaw slack.
'Th-there's no hair?'
A pussy without a single strand of hair.
Ju Hana's pussy was every bit as smooth as the lines of her legs.