Shh! Oppa, Don't Say That! (Branch Point 01)
• Men's lust toward Im Da-bin: +40%
• My (Lee Do-yoon) lust and stamina: 1.5x
• Im Da-bin's lust: +30%
• Im Da-bin's netorase compliance: +50%
Held Netorase Points:1
Branch Point 01: Got caught by girlfriend Im Da-bin looking at netorase manga. (Regression cost: 5)
Branch Point 02: Friends got hard seeing girlfriend Im Da-bin in a swimsuit. (Regression cost: 11)
Branch Point 03: Girlfriend Im Da-bin gave a handjob to cafe part-timer Han Jae-min. (Regression cost: 10)
Branch Point 04: Dog Hodu tried to mount girlfriend Im Da-bin. (Regression cost: 4)
Branch Point 05:Choi Hyun-woo asked to be invited as Im Da-bin's first netorase partner. (Regression cost: 13)
Park Jun-seo’s new girlfriend, Ye-na—no, wait, Lee Se-na—had suggested a double-date trip with our couple.
It replaced the trip we’d originally planned with his ex, Ye-na, and our college friends Choi Hyun-woo and Oh Han-gu.
While preparing for the trip amid cafe work, Da-bin and I got unexpected news from Jun-seo.
He’d broken up with Lee Se-na.
My hunch from the last drinking session with Hyun-woo and Han-gu had been right. It felt off that he’d started dating Se-na so soon after Ye-na. It wasn’t like him at all.
Se-na did have a similar vibe to Ye-na, but... what was that guy thinking?
Regressing to the past left a nagging suspicion that I might’ve somehow influenced Jun-seo and Ye-na’s breakup. But I shouldn’t jump to conclusions. That wasn’t my place to meddle. And Jun-seo wasn’t that sloppy anyway.
The double-date trip fell through.
But his breakup was actually a golden opportunity for me. With his new girlfriend, asking for netorase had felt awkward, but now that was neatly resolved.
So I suggested to Jun-seo that we not cancel the trip. Taking Da-bin along with just the two of us seemed perfect for indulging in netorase.
A trip with a clear purpose. He accepted eagerly, even gratefully.
Department store fitting room.
Da-bin finally emerged after a long while inside.
She held a bikini in her hand.
She glared at me and spoke up.
“Oppa. I’ll take this one! Satisfied now?”
“Uh... yeah. Haha...”
In the end, she gave in to my request for an exposing swimsuit.
Any boyfriend could reasonably ask his girlfriend for that.
The issue was wearing that bikini on a vacation with Park Jun-seo.
“Oppa... seriously... you need a scolding...”
She pouted, chewing me out. To me, it was just adorable.
“Hehe... you picked perfectly, Da-bin.”
“Aigoo!”
“Haha!”
With Da-bin indulging my dark desires this much, it felt like time to move to the next stage.
My mind was still filled with the netorase from the previous loop with Jae-min.
The desire to feel her hand—stained with another man’s cum—jacking me off again had been sated recently, on the day Jun-seo massaged her.
But something unresolved had built up inside me.
From the last netorase, when I lent Da-bin to Jae-min, there was one thing I hadn’t tried again...
Putting myself into her pussy after another man had been inside.
Da-bin, who’d taken her first penetration from that punk Jae-min, lying there with the cum-filled condom tied to her thigh.
Her face flushed, breathing ragged.
She’d been drenched in sweat, reeking of female in heat. Intensely.
And when I slid my cock into her pussy then...
The sensation...
It was wetter and better prepped than ever before.
I still couldn’t forget that feeling.
The intense pleasure was etched into my cerebral cortex, tormenting me endlessly.
Like withdrawal from a natural aphrodisiac I’d gotten addicted to, too much time had passed without another hit.
Like sexual frustration that won’t fade without cumming, my netorase kink would keep gnawing at me until I indulged it again.
In the end, I had to do it again.
Eventually, I’d have to demand the next stage of netorase from Da-bin.
And that time was now.
Having successfully bought a bikini for even more exposure in front of Jun-seo, I’d ride this momentum and make the request.
Knock it out in one go.
I opened my mouth toward Da-bin.
“Da-bin.”
“Yeah?”
“For this trip...”
“...”
She eyed me warily at the ominous vibe.
Her glare was fierce.
“Jun-seo wants...”
“Shh! Oppa, don’t say it!”
Da-bin pressed her index finger to her lips, gesturing for me to shut up.
She preemptively blocked what she knew I was about to say.
Having already bought the swimsuit and agreed to the trip with Jun-seo, she implicitly knew it was a netorase trip.
But she was stopping me from getting specific.
How far had she steeled herself...?
She’d already allowed oral, so if Jun-seo played his cards right, maybe she’d permit penetration too...
Even imagining her allowing it soured my mood a bit, but...
Just picturing the scene made my cock twitch.
I was hopelessly deep into netorase.
Such a good girl, Da-bin.
She wore clothes she wouldn’t have before.
The denim overalls alone might seem like something girls wear to look cute and young.
But today’s combo with Da-bin was outrageous.
The layered sleeveless tee underneath exposed her cleavage perfectly.
And... around her neck right now...
A black choker.
An accessory hitting my tastes dead-on.
She’d dressed revealingly for my netorase kink, but I never imagined she’d style it like this.
Casual yet feminine. Fashion that nailed the sex appeal.
How had she hidden this side of her all this time?
Even Jun-seo noticed her unusual outfit and looked mildly surprised.
Park Jun-seo stared at Da-bin in awe, mesmerized.
This bastard’s eyes were totally smitten with her.
“Whoa, Da-bin. New look?”
“Ah... bought it special for the beach.”
“You look pretty...”
Da-bin blushed at his praise.
It must’ve been awkward for her.
She’d given him oral during the massage netorase, after all.
I felt lost on how to ease today’s tension, but her coming this far was impressive enough.
The rest depended on me and Jun-seo.
That punk’s eyes were already spinning; he wouldn’t leave Da-bin alone.
Of course, I’d coordinated separately with Park Jun-seo, reaching a sort of agreement for this netorase trip.
First: No forcing if she refuses.
Second: Penetration only if you can manage it—but only with me present.
Third: No bareback or creampies, obviously.
All reasonable rules, really.
The second—penetration only in my presence—was to prevent accidents like with Jae-min.
The third—no bareback or creampies—was something even I hadn’t done, and pregnancy risk made it non-negotiable.
But beyond those three, I left everything to Jun-seo’s discretion, opening possibilities.
Honestly... I craved that tension and taboo thrill from unexpected netorase acts again.
What had excited me most in past netorases with Da-bin were the unscripted plays.
Tying the used condom to her thigh...
Licking her thighs and panties...
Making her give oral despite the rules...
Of course, if Jun-seo crossed lines like last time, I’d stop him.
With such broad allowances, I wanted everything under my control.
His oral request last time crossed into handjob territory, but this time, few acts outright broke rules.
In the big picture, our agreement was netorase tailored for me.
So maybe I was hyped for this netorase trip.
Recalling our pre-arranged deal once more with Park Jun-seo, we piled into the car for vacation.
Jun-seo took the wheel first; I sat in back with Da-bin.
Long drive, so he’d handle to the midpoint rest stop, then I’d take over.
Not too humid, not too hot. Clear skies, no clouds.
Light, upbeat music playing softly.
Even without netorase obsession, it was a great vacation start.
Da-bin blended into our chat naturally, shedding her initial shyness.
We arrived at the rest stop after a long drive. I swapped with Jun-seo and grabbed the wheel.
Did I hear that right...?
“Hey. What’d you say?”
“Can Da-bin ride in back with me?”
I’d let my guard down since we hadn’t hit the beach yet.
That bastard Jun-seo had started the netorase trip the moment we got in the car.