The Start of the Journey (Branch Point 01)
1st Regression: Branch Point 01 loaded.
1st Regression Perk:
• Lust of all men toward Im Da-bin: +20%
• Hear inner thoughts of men performing netorase acts on Im Da-bin
Two months had passed since I'd confessed my netorase fetish to Da-bin. In that time, we hadn't had a single chance to hang out with my friends, so there'd been no opportunity for her to grant my request.
But after a long wait, today that chance finally arrived.
It was the day my college buddies and I were heading to the beach for a summer vacation—a full 2 nights and 3 days.
Da-bin had agreed to my plea to wear something revealing in front of my friends. Not extremely revealing, of course. Just the level that girls confident in their figures might wear around town? A bit of cleavage, a short skirt—nothing unwearable, really.
Da-bin just usually dressed so prim and proper that anything more exposed felt awkward to her...
Maybe she was the one who'd sparked this netorase kink in me to begin with.
In the end, the outfit she picked was a thin-strap crop top that showed off her cleavage. It clung precariously above her navel, baring her slender waistline completely. The skirt was a short mini that exposed her fresh thighs—sitting down might even flash her panties.
She kept glancing awkwardly at the mirror and finally turned to me.
"Oppa... Is this enough to satisfy you?"
I stood there, mouth hanging open, drinking in Da-bin in her revealing getup. Sure, I'd seen every inch of her during sex, but full nudity and this half-dressed, teasing state? Totally different vibes. Each had its own delicious flavor.
Sometimes, a little reveal is way hotter than full exposure.
And in that sense, what she had on right now was scorchingly tantalizing.
"O! Bba!"
As I zoned out, Da-bin came over and flicked my forehead hard with her finger.
"Huh?! Oh! Da-bin! You look so pretty I just blanked out..."
"Eek!!"
"Haha..."
"So... Satisfied now?"
"Yeah! You're gorgeous, Da-bin..."
"You sure it's okay for me to meet your friends like this?"
"Totally!"
"Oppa... You're such a dummy..."
She scolded me for not denying it outright, cheeks flushing with embarrassment even as she went along with my request. So damn cute.
I stared at her adoringly.
But my eyes inevitably drifted to her cleavage.
"Haa... Oppa... Where are you looking right now?!"
"Da-bin's boobs... are just too pretty..."
I was probably grinning like a total moron.
"Oppa! You're such a pervert!"
"Haha... Guilty... Why'd our Da-bin always bundle up like that before..."
Even as she called me idiot and perv, I just kept smirking, loving every second. Finally, she swung her fist.
Pow!
"Ow! Da-bin, your punches hurt for real!"
"You're asking for it!"
"Fair... Haha!"
"You like it that much... Haa..."
She sighed at my unwavering vibe. Adorable, as always. I wanted to tease her more.
"Da-bin, after graduation, wanna go pro in fighting?"
"Wha? What kinda nonsense is that?!"
"Your punches hit hard... Feels like your power comes straight from your chest..."
"Ah- Seriously, Oppa!"
"Haa... You were behaving, Oppa, why start up again! Is it 'cause we're seeing Hyun-woo oppa today? That's why you're talking about getting wet with him?"
Choi Hyun-woo. One of the three college pals joining the trip. Handsome in that smooth, unedgy way. Super outgoing, always surrounded by girls.
That personality made him thick as thieves with Da-bin, my underclassman.
My guess? He probably tried to flirt with her at first by getting close. But she'd hooked up with senior-me early on, and after I graduated, we even got engaged. No shot for him.
Problem was, that just made him more casual with her. Like a "she's taken, so not a girl" stance? Most guys would tread careful around a taken girl, but Hyun-woo's logic operates on another plane.
He crosses lines sometimes in chats or jokes. Teases her about her "small chest" and such.
But that's just his style with everyone—guys, girls, doesn't matter. Hard to call him out specifically on Da-bin without nitpicking. Plus, we're tight.
He's not a bad guy at heart. That's why we hung tight in college... though we've both been busy lately.
Anyway, he jokes about her chest too. So yeah, her bringing him up tracks.
But... Hyun-woo, dude. You won't get to tease her small chest today. Not with that cleavage on display.
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A beach trip with college friends, each bringing their girlfriends. We piled into Jun-seo's car to head out. Rich guy—big enough for all five of us.
Problem: It was supposed to seat six.
"Sorry I didn't mention sooner."
Jun-seo's girlfriend Ye-na wasn't coming. They'd broken up.
Hyun-woo and Han-gu offered condolences to Jun-seo from the passenger seats as he drove. I chimed in too. He was a catch with plenty of options, but he'd seemed serious about Ye-na. Must hurt.
Da-bin was tight with Ye-na—how'd she not know? I asked her.
"But Da-bin, you're close with Ye-na. No idea they split?"
"Ah... I kinda suspected, but she never said outright, so I didn't pry..."
They shared everything. Kinda surprising... unless something soured their friendship. Or maybe Ye-na was in a post-breakup funk.
She's stunning too—in my eyes, Da-bin's prettier, but still. Life's unpredictable.
After the breakup announcement sobered us up, otaku Oh Han-gu piped up.
Oh Han-gu. Decent-looking guy with hardcore otaku vibes. Could have a girlfriend, but still a virgin.
"This is straight-up Park Jun-seo's consolation trip! Poor Jun-seo~ Uwuu!"
Blind to the mood? Or trying to lighten it? Nah, just zero filter. That's him. But good-hearted, so can't really rag on him. Kinda why he's single?
"Yo Han-gu, Jun-seo gets truckloads of girls begging for a date. Worry about you! Still a virgin?"
Hyun-woo opened fire too, dropping "virgin" bombs casually—even with Da-bin there. No one else could sex-talk that chill in front of girls.
"Hey, Do-yoon's girlfriend. Wait, fiancée now—Madam? Anyway! Mind your mouth around Madam?"
"Han-gu oppa! What's 'Madam' supposed to be?!"
His wording rubbed Da-bin wrong.
"Why? She is! Wife of great cafe owner Lee Do-yoon! Right, Madam?"
"Ugh, seriously! 'Madam' makes me sound like some auntie!"
Her flare-up looked like an angry hamster. Too cute. Gotta poke.
I stroked her hair, teasing softly. "Aww... Ye-na dipped, leaving our Da-bin to suffer alone."
"Oppa! You're supposed to protect me!"
"Damn right! But can't stitch their mouths shut—what to do?"
"Haa... Even you, Oppa?!"
As Da-bin fumed head to toe, Jun-seo finally spoke up from the driver's seat.
"Da-bin, the oppa who dumped Ye-na feels bad!"
He glanced back via rearview mirror. But... his gaze felt off. What was he even looking at?
I twisted to follow his mirror angle.
And there... Da-bin's cleavage filled the whole view.