The Beginning of Netorase - 1 (Branch Point 03)
Men's lust toward Im Da-bin: 2x increase
Men's workout efficiency with Im Da-bin: 3x increase
Your (Lee Do-yoon's) lust and stamina: 1.5x increase
Im Da-bin's lust: 2x increase
Im Da-bin's netorase compliance: 2x increase
Im Da-bin's job randomly changes (disappears)
“Oppa... Do you know what Hyun-woo oppa asked me today?”
“What?”
“He asked if you're into netorase...”
“Huh?”
My thoughts froze the moment Da-bin said that.
How had he figured it out? When I joined the gym without revealing I was her boyfriend? When he caught me erect in the showers? When he probed me by bringing up inviting another guy?
I hadn't let any other netorase vibes slip. Or had I been unknowingly giving off hints since our college days?
I couldn't pinpoint it. But it confirmed once again that Choi Hyun-woo had a sharper side than expected.
His piercing guess caught me off guard. Hearing it from Da-bin's lips left me speechless.
“Hyun-woo oppa seems to have caught on.”
“I hadn't even considered that...”
“Were you surprised, oppa?”
“A little. So what did you tell that guy, Da-bin?”
“Hmm... What do you think I said?”
Da-bin slid her hand toward my crotch, wearing a naughty expression. Her soft touch slipped slyly into my panties, fingers grazing the sensitive ridge of my glans.
I let out a groan from the teasing motion and answered her.
“Ngh... Da-bin... Did you tell him?”
“Oppa... You wanted me to confess to Hyun-woo oppa, didn't you? Pervert?”
Squelch! Squelch!
“Th-that's... Ngh...”
“If that's what you want, oppa... What am I supposed to do now?”
“Da-bin...”
Squelch! Squelch! Shudder!
I came almost immediately from Da-bin's taunting handjob that cornered me relentlessly. No matter how much Kegels and squats I did, I couldn't handle her when she was determined to make me finish.
Her technique was improving faster than my stamina. Could I really overcome premature ejaculation like this? My confidence was starting to wane.
A few days had passed since Choi Hyun-woo asked Da-bin about my netorase kink that day.
Da-bin kept up her routine, reporting every gym detail to tease my netorase fetish. But there was no real progress with Hyun-woo, and the situations I'd secretly hoped for weren't happening. My thirst for netorase was growing intense.
Today was just another ordinary day. After closing the cafe, I waited for Da-bin at home, doing Kegels and squats to combat premature ejaculation.
But even then, images from the last loop—of Da-bin getting pounded by Park Jun-seo—kept flashing in my mind. My netorase craving was intensifying.
Would I have to step up and ask Hyun-woo myself? No way. Begging that guy would be too awkward. It'd bruise my pride.
Bzzz!
My phone buzzed while I was lost in fantasies. A text from Da-bin.
A promise that ignited my netorase instincts. I told her to have fun, but vile fantasies plagued me as I waited for her again.
Hyun-woo oppa got his toe cast off today. No complications—such a relief.
To celebrate, the gym owner hosted drinks, and I joined in. It was still awkward drinking with the owner, but having Hyun-woo oppa there helped.
Maybe because it was our first time drinking together, the owner and Hyun-woo oppa seemed thrilled, pouring me drinks often. It was a bit much, but the vibe forced me to sip along.
As the mood warmed up, the owner said to me,
“Da-bin, loosen up with me too. I'm just like Hyun-woo—an oppa!”
“Ah... But you're still the gym owner...”
“Immy! Strike while the iron's hot!”
“Since Da-bin's hesitating, I'll go first.”
“Ah... Okay. Ji-ho oppa.”
“That's it! Now you're influencer material!”
“But Hyun-woo, doesn't working out feel better since Da-bin started?”
“You're not the only one? I've upped my weights.”
“'Cause Da-bin's so pretty?”
“Ji... ho oppa, stop...”
“What? It's true! Guys get stronger with a pretty girl around.”
“Exactly. Science backs it.”
“Ji-ho, male memberships are up lately, right?”
“Thanks to Da-bin.”
“No way...”
“Anyway, Da-bin, thanks for coming to our gym! Cheers!”
“Y-yeah...”
The alcohol was starting to loosen me up. Just a bit more and I'd be pleasantly buzzed...
While Ji-ho oppa stepped away, Hyun-woo oppa said,
“Da-bin.”
“Yeah?”
“Party's winding down... Wanna come to oppa's for one more?”
I couldn't refuse Hyun-woo oppa's request and ended up at his place.
He'd hurt his toe because of me, and I helped with his weight training daily... Plus, I felt like Do-yoon oppa would want this.
I'd boldly asked Do-yoon oppa's permission to go, but stepping into Hyun-woo oppa's place buzzed from booze made my heart race.
Was Do-yoon oppa trembling like me? He was probably jerking off to dirty thoughts already.
Hyun-woo oppa kept talking, so it wasn't awkward... But what if he really made a move? I'd bragged to Do-yoon oppa during handjobs that I'd let Hyun-woo oppa touch me... Now that it might happen, my heart pounded, and I didn't know what to do.
As I wavered, Hyun-woo oppa handed me a beer and said,
“Hey, Immy, one more!”
Yeah, this'll relax me...
“Mmm... Oppa.”
We chatted idly, downing one, two more cans. The buzz hit hard; my eyelids grew heavy.
Maybe rest a bit... I leaned on the sofa, eyes closing.
Why's my heart pounding so much? Body's limp and heavy, but it feels good... Just a little longer, and I'd drift off easily...
A strange sensation crept up my thigh.
!!!
I snapped awake. This... Hyun-woo oppa's hand.
He's touching my thigh. What do I do? What?
Too embarrassing to open my eyes... I'd provocatively told Do-yoon oppa I'd allow it during handjobs... But now, I froze.
Pretending not to notice, I kept my eyes shut...
Choi Hyun-woo hugged Da-bin from behind, groping her thigh. A soft, intoxicating scent wafted from her nape—pure temptation for any man.
He'd tried to hold back, but Do-yoon and Da-bin's suspicious behavior pushed him over.
Do-yoon joining the gym without admitting he was her boyfriend, stealing glances at her. Suspicious enough, but in the showers, Do-yoon's dick was rock-hard.
So Hyun-woo probed by mentioning inviting another guy. Do-yoon reacted calmly—too calmly.
Wondering if he'd misread, he straight-up asked Da-bin if Do-yoon was into netorase. She didn't deny it, just brushed it off.
And Do-yoon even okayed her coming to his place for afters. Everything screamed abnormal.
Hyun-woo was convinced: Do-yoon was a netorase freak. And that made holding back impossible.
Truth be told, he'd been patient around Da-bin. Finally, using the booze as cover, he touched her.
Her pale, plump thighs. His hand met firm elasticity and softness. Gym-toned, they looked delicious.
Hyun-woo swallowed, checking her reaction. Eyes closed, no resistance. He knew she wasn't asleep. Just testing boundaries.
He slid his hand to her chest. Softness at his fingertips. No reaction—he boldly cupped her breast fully.
But...
“Kyaa!”
Da-bin shrieked, eyes flying open. Despite mental prep, his hand on her chest triggered instinct.
She'd grown close to Hyun-woo lately, but his image wasn't fully rewritten. Reflexively, she shielded her chest and screamed.
Hyun-woo played it cool. “Whoa, Immy! You scared me!”
“O... oppa!”
“Hey, Da-bin. Relax—it's fine—”
“Oppa! Not my chest...”
“Tch... Then thighs are okay?!”
All or nothing. Considering it spilled milk, Hyun-woo pounced. But her strong chest aversion made him avoid forcing it—didn't want her bolting.
Hugging her tight from behind, he resumed caressing her thighs.
“O... oppa... Let go...”
“Da-bin, Do-yoon wants this—”
“Ah... Ahh!”
His hand climbed from thigh to her crotch. He circled her pussy through the dolphin pants, teasing her outer lips and clit.
Da-bin felt revulsion but held back full resistance, thinking of Do-yoon's desires. Her struggles were mild, just words and squirms.
“Ahh! Hyun-woo oppa!”
“Da-bin! Stay still—”
“Ahhng...”
His fingers through the fabric heated her pussy. Already so sensitive... Ah... What do I do...
Hyun-woo ramped up, fingers flying with expert skill. Da-bin endured but soon trembled.
“Ah! Nnngh!”
Her moans spurred him faster. She writhed into orgasm.
“Hii! T... Tong... Hyun-woo oppa!”
