End of the Vacation (Branch Point 01)

This was the first time my netorase points had been deducted.

Was it because Da-bin gave me a handjob? I still couldn't be sure of the reason.

Deductions were a first for me. With just this one case, it was hard to pinpoint the cause-and-effect.

But seeing this completely new aspect of the points system—one unlike anything before—started to instill a tension in me on a whole different level.

It meant that simply ramping up the number of netorase acts might not guarantee points anymore.

If I couldn't acquire enough netorase points, regression might become impossible.

That implied if I reached an irreversible point during netorase and had no points, I couldn't turn it back.

The incident where Oh Han-gu used Da-bin's sleeping hand for a handjob until she woke up.

The one where I didn't stop Han Jae-min's dog Hodu from pouncing on Da-bin but instead grabbed her arm to help it.

If there had been no netorase points at those scenes... the thought was horrifying.

Right now, the branch points I could regress to were all except the one from this latest regression, Branch Point 01.

You can't regress to the branch point you just came from, so only the others were available.

Among Branch Points 02 to 05, the one with the lowest cost was Branch Point 04.

But no matter what, I didn't want to go back there.

Regressing there might mean witnessing Hodu doing something horrific.

I might have this perverted netorase fetish, but... I couldn't even imagine that.

Excluding 04, the next lowest was Branch Point 03.

The moment Da-bin gave Han Jae-min a handjob.

That wasn't a point I wanted to return to either.

But it had to be better than the worst one, 04.

Han Jae-min was someone I could control, after all.

To regress to Branch Point 03, I needed 3 more points.

Not too few, not too many.

The problem was gauging how much netorase activity that would require.

Excluding this deduction case, it seemed points were awarded randomly regardless of the act's intensity.

So... just increasing the number of netorase acts shouldn't be too hard to net 3 points...

But the existence of deductions introduced a massive variable.

To be safe, until I had at least 3 more points, I shouldn't interfere during netorase acts.

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Park Jun-seo left the room after finishing sex with Da-bin.

The dopamine rush from that sinfully immoral fuck had been explosive, but...

His chest felt strangely stuffy.

So he grabbed his vape and stepped outside.

The salty sea breeze mixed with the night air brushed his face.

Coming out from that room reeking of Da-bin's fluids and semen felt refreshing.

He took a deep drag from the vape.

'Why does my chest feel so tight?'

It had all been at Do-yoon's request, something he'd enjoyed, yet he felt an unfamiliar stuffiness.

'Is it because of the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠breakup with Ye-na?'

'Or Da-bin?'

He'd always made clear choices in studies and business.

But since Do-yoon asked him for netorase, he felt his daily life starting to unravel.

'I never felt this impulsive toward Da-bin before... It's like my brain short-circuited since Do-yoon asked for netorase...'

Park Jun-seo had always been excellent at self-objectification.

That drive kept him perfect in friendships and business partnerships.

But now, he sensed something off about himself compared to his past self.

'Da-bin is pretty, but my type was Ye-na... That's why I dated her without hesitation... When did I change?'

'Was it confessing my netorase fetish to Ye-na that messed things up?'

'Or seeing Da-bin accept Do-yoon's netorase fetish that shocked me?'

Park Jun-seo thought about how he'd accepted Do-yoon's netorase request, gotten a massage from Da-bin, and even joined this trip.

It was a demand hard for even an open-minded woman to accept, yet Da-bin had gone along with it.

The ideal couple trying out Do-yoon's dream sex life.

Da-bin wasn't just perfect physically—her attitude toward her boyfriend was too.

Was that why? Even though he'd just been role-playing netorase at Do-yoon's request, at some point, he'd started genuinely wanting Da-bin for himself.

He'd been so immersed that for a moment, he'd thought of her as his real girlfriend.

He recalled the netorase sex they'd just had.

'When Da-bin grabbed Do-yoon's dick while fucking me... I nearly lost my mind.'

'Would it have felt like that doing netorase with Ye-na?'

'No... honestly, I don't know anymore... Ye-na was my type for sure... But now Da-bin is so alluring it's driving me crazy...'

'I really need to stop here...'

He took another deep drag from the vape to calm himself.

The artificial flavor stabbed into his lungs.

I woke up early in the morning.

Da-bin was still sound asleep.

Stepping out for morning air, I saw Park Jun-seo vaping.

This guy's a total chain-smoker, huh?

"Hey. Vaping first thing in the morning?"

"Yeah... feels stuffy."

"Stuffy how?"

"Hoo—"

Park Jun-seo exhaled a long, silent breath.

After enjoying himself to the fullest, why was he acting all heavy now?

Hoping he'd open up, I prodded.

"Spit it out, Park Jun-seo."

"Hey, Do-yoon."

"Yeah."

"I don't think I can do more netorase."

"What the hell?"

"Nah, forget it. Meaningless talk."

"Because of the breakup with Ye-na?"

"Kinda, but..."

"Then hit her up again."

"Nah. Anyway, Do-yoon, Da-bin probably got really upset because of me yesterday... Smooth things over for her this morning. I'll take whatever she dishes out."

"You crazy bastard. After all that shit yesterday."

"You're the crazy one. You begged for netorase."

"True."

"Anyway, I'm sorry to you too. Let her hit me or punish me however she wants to cool off."

"Got it. But dude, yesterday you seemed so serious I got worried. Snapped out of it now?"

"Fuck. Don't ask me for that shit again. I don't wanna get stabbed by you later."

"Whoa, Park Jun-seo enjoys it all and now paints me as the cuck?"

"Hey, cut the jokes."

"Alright, Park Jun-seo."

He looked so troubled, so I mixed in some teasing to lighten the mood.

I was the one who should be serious—why was he like this? Made me probe more...

We bullshitted through it, but... there might've been a moment he was half-serious.

Maybe it really was time to stop...

Park Jun-seo and I did everything to cheer up Da-bin after she woke.

Made breakfast, massaged her shoulders, waited on her hand and foot.

Still, she was frowning hard.

Can't blame her.

We'd made her wear a rotor, then rode her in woman-on-top, all sorts of crazy shit.

Unable to vent her anger, Da-bin finally unleashed on us both.

"Oppa, both of you—drop and give me twenty!"

Yeah. Better this way.

At least I could make up for it with my body.

Park Jun-seo and I snapped into plank position at her command.

"Oppas! Push-ups non-stop while I eat!"

"Yes!"

"Yep!"

No slacking—we went full form.

Da-bin ate extra slow today.

By the time we were both dying, she yelled again.

"Not proper form!"

"We'll correct it!"

"Fixing it!"

But squeezing out more had limits.

Especially after exhausting ourselves fucking Da-bin yesterday.

Arms refusing to bend further, Park Jun-seo spoke up.

"Do... Do-yoon..."

"What..."

"Found a way to hold out longer..."

"How?"

"Imagine Da-bin's under us right now."

"Crazy. But damn, it works?"

Picturing Da-bin pinned beneath me as he said, my arms bent on their own.

"You genius?"

"Ha... Gotta endure somehow... Ungh..."

Then... did Da-bin hear our whisper?

Thwack! Thwack!

I felt heavy kicks to my ass.

Park Jun-seo got them too.

Last day of the 2-night-3-day trip.

We decided no special activities—just head home.

Park Jun-seo drove solo on the way back.

Da-bin and I sat close in the back seat.

She leaned on my shoulder, sleeping soundly the whole way.

We got home without incident that night.

I had sex with Da-bin.

Real sex, cock in her pussy.

But as usual, I came too quick, and Da-bin didn't climax—like at the vacation spot.