I Saw It All (Branch Point 02)
Men touching Im Da-bin: Lust +10%
Self (Lee Do-yoon): Lust x2, Stamina x3
Da-bin's smooth, pale thighs. Bringing my mouth there, I caught that familiar musky scent teasing my nerves again.
Sensing my hesitation, Da-bin bit her lip, wavering.
"Da-bin-ah... did he... even here too...?"
"S-sorry, oppa..."
Just as I'd suspected. That bastard Jae-min had brought his mouth to Da-bin's thighs as well.
It wasn't the most sensitive spot, but he'd targeted it anyway, like the sly fucker he was. I swallowed my rage at his line-crossing audacity... but damn if it didn't arouse me too.
Still... something about Da-bin's reaction felt off. A thigh caress wasn't that big a deal—why was she this apologetic?
My gut pulled my gaze toward her crotch.
!!!
The thick shadow in the center of her panties. If it was what I thought... fuck.
I brought my face to her pussy.
"O-oppa..."
As I pressed close, she started stammering.
In my head, Jae-min's face was already ravaging Da-bin's pussy with his tongue, going wild.
Her pure white panties. I brought my nose right up and inhaled deeply.
The thick musk hit immediately. He'd sucked her so hard her arousal scent was drowned out by his saliva.
My fists clenched. I yanked her panties off in one go.
A sticky transparent thread stretched out. That was Da-bin's wetness.
But sniffing near her entrance... something was wrong.
Da-bin's pussy, when wet, had a unique tangy scent. Maybe I'd jumped to conclusions. I looked up at her.
She met my confused expression with knowing eyes.
Finally, she spoke.
"Oppa... after I handjobbed Jae-min till he came... he kept begging, just once, could I take off my panties...?"
"Ah..."
"And while I went to wash my hands... he was sucking on them with his mouth..."
My fantasy of Jae-min directly tonguing Da-bin's pussy? All in my head.
"Da-bin-ah... I had no idea..."
"You misunderstood, huh, oppa?"
"Y-yeah... sorry, Da-bin-ah."
She stared right through me. Even in this moment of sex, her expression kept shifting. The pure, innocent girl... and the one teasing me with netorase tales.
Her eyes now leaned toward the latter.
"Oppa... if Jae-min had sucked here, you'd be even more turned on, right?"
Her question hit dead center. I couldn't deny it.
"W-well... not exactly..."
"Tch... it's all over your face, oppa..."
Time to confess honestly. The unexpected stuff turned me on more than I'd imagined.
"Y-yeah, Da-bin-ah. Honestly... a little."
"Phew—oppa, you're hopeless!"
"Must be 'cause you're too pretty, Da-bin-ah..."
"What kinda psychology is that?"
"I dunno... I get jealous... but she looks even prettier..."
"Tch! Oppa, you're such a perv..."
"..."
No words for that. I was a severe netorase case, alright.
Da-bin spoke again.
"Oppa... unlike my breasts, there's only one here... what if Jae-min keeps eyeing it?"
"..."
Her words were pure fuel. I was holding back hard right now.
"So... we're sharing this with Jae-min too?"
"Da-bin-ah!"
She poked my netorase instincts. I couldn't hold back anymore—I pinned her down.
After several climaxes, as faint text hovered in my vision, I drifted off.
Han Jae-min couldn't believe he'd had sex acts with Da-bin, who worked in the same place.
First time in his life putting his dick in a pussy.
First time sucking a girl with a boyfriend's tits.
Telling his friends? They'd call bullshit on the absurdity.
But it happened—thanks to cafe owner Lee Do-yoon's netorase kink.
Da-bin brewed coffee. Her pale nape caught his eye.
She headed to the storeroom to sort inventory, hips swaying.
Watching her work so casually, Jae-min fought erections all shift.
Even after recent releases emptying his balls, thinking of Da-bin refilled them fast.
So fucking horny...
Should I ask noona again today...?
But his musing ended there.
Before closing, Lee Do-yoon's friend Park Jun-seo walked in.
After leaving the cafe, Jae-min grabbed dinner with Park Jun-seo alone and vented about his housing woes.
He explained his situation; Jun-seo advised on handling it.
The real talk wrapped quick.
Jun-seo cut to the chase, intellectual as his vibe suggested. Handsome enough for girls, and smart too.
Not just the face. Tall and built like Do-yoon-hyung.
Jae-min envied him.
Different vibe from Do-yoon-hyung... but birds of a feather. Jun-seo-hyung must get tons of girls too...
Jealous... Do-yoon-hyung has Da-bin-noona... Jun-seo-hyung's probably drowning in options...
Jae-min gazed at him admiringly, absorbing the advice.
Then Park Jun-seo spoke.
"Hey, Jae-min-ah."
"Yeah, hyung."
"I saw everything?"
"Huh?"
Jun-seo's loaded words made Jae-min's heart drop.
What had he seen? Jae-min's gut screamed it was that with Da-bin.
"I saw you and Da-bin in the cafe. Everything."
Jun-seo said it stone-faced.
"Ah..."
"No need to freak. It's fine. Guy-girl stuff's complicated. I get it."
Seemed like a misunderstanding. Jae-min wanted to clarify but words stuck.
"N-no, it's not..."
"No need for details—I get the gist. Do-yoon... netorase or whatever, right?"
"..."
"I'll keep it from Do-yoon and Da-bin. Hyung already saw it all."
"Y-yeah... hyung..."
"Lucky bastard."
Jun-seo clapped his shoulder.
"Enjoy it while it lasts."
Like sage advice. For witnessing something wild, he was chill.
His calm threw Jae-min off—how to react?
Jun-seo read his face and continued.
"Hey, Jae-min-ah..."
Now, everything circled back to netorase.
At the cafe, relaxing at home... always.
In netorase stories, protags carefully picked netorase helpers.
Having roped in Jae-min, I kinda regretted it now.
Letting him stay meant overlapping paths at cafe and home.
Daily life merged with netorase.
He toed the line, teasing my instincts just right.
Quick-witted little shit.
If I weren't the boss... would he act this way?
Hard to say. People aren't simple.
Me? Elite grad, successful entrepreneur. Model citizen on paper.
Peel back? Netorase pervert.
Everyone's like that. These cafe customers? Hiding their own kinks.
Some vanilla, some twisted like me.
Why so many stray thoughts today? Unease with my netorase life?
Jae-min brewing coffee, clearing tables. His pant bulge stuck out all day.
Sometimes staring at Da-bin, lost.
She'd blush under his gaze.
How long could this tightrope last?
I checked my netorase points, steeling myself: if shit hit the fan, regress anytime.
4 points now. Branch 01 costs 5.
Closest save. One more point, emergency button ready.
Plus, Da-bin's cooperating fine. No reason points would dry up.
Still safe to play.
Da-bin clearing tables. Her everyday self overlapped with her netorase reports.
We've done several already.
Most exciting? When she handjobbed Jae-min.
Her body then... way different from just tits.
Warmer, wetter pussy... untouched by insertion.
Be real. I wanna feel her pussy after taking another guy's dick.
Watching her work, I sank into netorase fantasy again.
Soon, fantasy bled into reality—Jae-min approached her, whispering something.