The Instinct-Warning Scent (Branch Point 02)

Park Jun-seo headed straight to the cafe the moment he got my call that day. His work had wrapped up early by coincidence, but he was never one to turn down helping a friend anyway. Once he'd decided to lend a hand, his philosophy was to do it right away when needed.

Arriving at the cafe, Park Jun-seo noted that the front door was shut. 'Business has been booming lately—must be closing earlier now...'

He headed to the back door and tried the handle. It wouldn't budge. He'd heard they left the back open during closing time, so this was odd. If they'd finished closing, the inside lights should be off. But the cafe lights were still on.

A strange premonition hit Park Jun-seo. He tried peering inside, but the windows were all covered with blinds—no view. That only made him more suspicious. 'Blinds pulled all the way like this? That's weird in itself...'

Sensing something increasingly off, he started hunting for any gap that might offer a glimpse inside. Finally, he found a tiny crack where he could see in. Park Jun-seo pressed his eye to it.

What came into view was... Da-bin sitting on a table. Her face wasn't visible, but the cafe uniform confirmed it was Do-yoon's girlfriend, Da-bin. She had one knee raised in an unsteady pose, her pale thighs fully exposed from sitting on the table.

Park Jun-seo held his breath, watching. She raised her knee defensively, and for a split second, her short skirt revealed a flash of white panties.

Pure white panties covering her mound. Sensing the odd vibe, Park Jun-seo held his breath even tighter, staring.

Her raised knee lowered. At the same time, a man's hand slid down her thigh. That hand... wasn't the one he knew as Lee Do-yoon's. It was distinctly smaller.

Only three people worked at this cafe: owner Lee Do-yoon, his girlfriend and fiancée Im Da-bin, and part-timer Han Jae-min. If Do-yoon wasn't inside, that somewhat small male hand likely belonged to Han Jae-min.

Park Jun-seo witnessed Han Jae-min grooming Im Da-bin's body. He swallowed hard, watching their actions.

......

......

Like foreplay before full sex, Han Jae-min started groping Da-bin, then pulled out his dick. Da-bin slid under the table, kneeling and gripping his shaft, shaking it. The view was partially obscured, but it was clearly a handjob.

Watching it all, Park Jun-seo judged this wasn't just some fling between the two. The affection he'd seen between Do-yoon and Da-bin was intense, unbreakable.

He thought, 'Then... that means...'

'Do-yoon, you and I are really...'

A heavy silence settled ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠over the house. My phone buzzed on the table. With trembling hands, I picked it up. The screen showed a message from Da-bin.

!!!

In the end, that bastard Jae-min couldn't hold back. No normal guy could follow layer after layer of restrictions with Da-bin right there. Yeah, honestly, after full insertion, there's no reason he couldn't touch her breasts. Gotta admit what I have to.

With shaking hands, I replied to Da-bin.

I sent the message, and there were no replies after that.

A complex, subtle tension filled the bedroom. Da-bin, back home, lay on the bed with a nervous expression. Jae-min had driven her here but didn't come inside—consideration for me and Da-bin, maybe.

Anyway, seeing Da-bin flushed and aroused, I couldn't hold back. I laid her down on the bed right there. As I pinned her, I scanned her body for traces of that bastard Jae-min.

This time, no used condom tied to her thigh, no semen residue on her hands. Better state than I'd imagined. I felt relieved watching her. But part of me was disappointed not to find some unexpected mark.

I'm... a severe netorase addict.

I savored her body with my tongue. Her soft, fluffy skin scent soothed my mind. How does Da-bin always smell so good? Not perfume or body wash—just her natural body fragrance. Maybe her body emits pheromones that draw men in with scent alone.

My tongue traced her delicate collarbone ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to her upper breast. Supreme softness honored my tongue tip.

"Ahh..."

Da-bin let out a faint moan at my licking, her delicate tone adding flavor to her perfect flesh like the finest seasoning. So good.

The moment my tongue slid from her upper breast to the nipple at center, my nose sent an urgent warning to pull away.

!!!

The scent from Da-bin's breast now... wasn't her usual fluffy skin smell. Fishy, thick. Faint lingering saliva odor.

This was... Han Jae-min's spit.

I jerked my face away from her breast bearing his trace. Da-bin watched my reaction. Finally, she spoke cautiously.

"O... oppa... Jae-min sucked my breasts a lot today..."

The act I'd permitted via text. But facing the evidence, my nose rebelled first.

"Sorry... oppa. Jae-min kept begging so much..."

Stunned like I'd taken a hit, I snapped to at her apology.

"Da-bin-ah, sorry? You did it because I told you to—I should be sorry."

"Hing... Then I feel even more sorry..."

Her nasal whine, full of aegyo. So lovable.

"It's my fault, Da-bin-ah. I'm the weird one..."

Da-bin and I paused our caressing, comforting each other. Time to reaffirm our feelings. A flicker of hesitation crossed her face, then her lips moved. Like she'd made a decision. Was it my imagination? That sultry look from her last netorase report was resurfacing.

"Oppa... Does Jae-min's spit smell from my breasts?"

"Uh... yeah, honestly, it does pretty strong."

"Jae-min... he must've really held back. The second I showed him, he went at them hard..."

"..."

Da-bin's full netorase report began. Hearing it stirred a complex heat inside me.

"He sucked one breast while trying to finger the other..."

She paused, teasing me on purpose. I couldn't take it.

"So... what happened, Da-bin-ah?"

"My breasts are all yours originally—I just lent them. If I lent both, you'd have nothing left... So I didn't let him touch this one."

I brought my face to her other breast. True to her word, no Jae-min spit smell there.

Da-bin, saving one breast for me after netorase. Her consideration felt so tender. I'd given her breasts fully to Jae-min, but she'd kept one side untouched for me.

So lovable. How could my girlfriend be this adorable?

I couldn't hold back anymore and devoured her breast with my mouth.

"Da-bin-ah, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I love you!"

"O... oppa... Ahh!"

Burying my face in one breast, I licked furiously. So soft. So fragrant. Da-bin looked so pretty, so lovable—I was going mad.

Having soaked one side, I shoved my face into the breast Jae-min had licked. She startled at my beastly move.

"O... oppa!"

Ignoring her, I engulfed the breast he'd caressed. The bad smell spread in my mouth. But I ignored it, gathering saliva and slathering her nipple.

His saliva scent instantly overwritten by mine. Erasing his trace from Da-bin's breast, covering it with mine.

"Ah! Ahhhn..."

Her moans deepened at my rough mouth work. Loving my woman even more beautifully... was this netorase's true effect?

I started licking her whole body. From breasts to navel. Navel to thighs. Saving her panty-covered pussy for later.

But... as my face neared her thigh, another unfamiliar scent prickled my nerves.