Chapter 55: Raised Threshold - 1 (Branch Point 03)

Choi Hyun-woo contacted me directly, bringing up the promise he'd made with Da-bin.

He wanted to drink at his place tomorrow and do another round of netorase play.

It stung my pride a bit, feeling like he'd taken the reins from me. But his smooth talk, carefully respecting boundaries, won me over. I accepted his proposal.

"You fucking bastard. If you force Da-bin into anything, I'll kill you."

"Of course! Do-yoon, just up to what you and Da-bin want, okay?"

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"Don't even think about crossing the line halfway."

"For real! If I piss you or Da-bin off, just punch me instead! I'm grateful you two even accepted me!"

"I'm heading to the gym tomorrow too, so don't pull any bullshit until then."

"Roger! I even kept those jammin kids from bothering Da-bin today—I'll stick to the plan!"

Choi Hyun-woo treated me with this mix of sass and obedience. What made him so infuriatingly likeable was that he never crossed the line.

And maybe that's exactly why... Imagining Da-bin getting fucked by him again stirred a different kind of arousal than before. Not like with Han Jae-min or Jun-seo. Netorase with Hyun-woo carried a sharper edge of taboo thrill. It was true.

Sweat pouring off her, Da-bin was getting weight training pointers from Choi Hyun-woo. Just like always, the guys here were stealing glances at her.

"Im-tta! One more!"

"Ahoot! I can't do any more..."

"You can!"

"Aheut!"

"Im-tta! Is that all you got?"

"Haa... Oppa! I hit the reps!"

"It's not about reps—it's about pushing to the end!"

Today, too, Da-bin and Hyun-woo bickered like always. It was ridiculous for me, her boyfriend, to think this, but they looked oddly in sync during these moments.

The gym owner must've overheard the noisy couple and approached Da-bin.

"Da-bin, if Hyun-woo's too harsh, want oppa to teach you?"

"Hey, Kang Ji-ho. Why're you butting in?"

"I asked Da-bin—why're you getting mad?"

"Tsk... Jealous?"

"Hell yeah? She's the popular girl's dedicated trainer."

"Ji-ho oppa, why're you like this too..."

Da-bin looked flustered. Now even this gym owner was joining in on teasing her. Hyun-woo was an old friend, at least, but this Kang Ji-ho guy? Some random asshole I didn't even know. Watching him paw at Da-bin was hard to stomach.

"But Da-bin, your boyfriend isn't Hyun-woo, right? You two look kinda cute together—"

"O... Oppa! You're crazy!"

"Haha! Kidding. Kidding!"

"At the gym, I'm your boyfriend—"

"Ah! Seriously, Hyun-woo oppa!"

Da-bin finally snapped and threw her tsundere punches.

Thwack! Thwack!

As the dull thuds faded, gym owner Kang Ji-ho spoke to Da-bin again.

"Da-bin, that SNS pic you posted got killer reactions. Let's shoot the next one soon."

"Yeees..."

"I'll come watch the shoot too!"

"Oppa, just stay put!"

After bickering with Hyun-woo, Da-bin headed to the women's showers. I went to the men's.

My dick was already rock-hard from ogling Da-bin. Hyun-woo followed and caught sight of it. He kept a straight face, but his own cock was standing at attention too.

Choi Hyun-woo turned to me.

"Hey, Hyun-woo."

"Yeah."

"About Da-bin's next influencer shoot."

"Yeah."

"We gotta pick outfits. Anything you wanna see her in?"

"Dunno."

"No ideas? Maybe ask Han-gu for help?"

Choi Hyun-woo mentioned Oh Han-gu. Things were connecting like this? This guy... sharp instincts? Or just lucky timing? One of Han-gu's businesses was cosplay costumes. So, asking him made sense.

Honestly, I was all for it. Dressing Da-bin up was a fantasy of mine.

I responded to his suggestion.

"That otaku won't bring some weird shit, right?"

"Do-yoon, Han-gu's an otaku, sure, but he's got good taste in that stuff."

"Really?"

I'd never dug into what Han-gu did exactly. Just knew his otaku vibes led him there.

"Yeah, he's a good otaku. Wanna try?"

"Hm... You talk to Han-gu then, Hyun-woo?"

"Sure! I'm down! Get to see Da-bin in all sorts of hot outfits!"

"You psycho..."

"Do-yoon! Sorry, sorry. But if you got ideas for Da-bin, tell me later!"

"Ease up, Hyun-woo."

"Heh, got it! But Do-yoon."

"..."

"You asked Da-bin to wear that tonight?"

"What?"

Sleek, monochromatic furniture. Not a single unnecessary item on the tables. Hyun-woo's place was surprisingly tidy.

Last time, I'd been too focused on Da-bin to notice, but coming properly today revealed new details.

To shake off the awkwardness, Da-bin and I started drinking. Hyun-woo matched our couple's pace, chatting to liven things up.

Da-bin, embarrassed about netorase sober, downed drinks nonstop. I matched her tempo, and as the buzz hit, my eyes kept drifting to her legs.

She wore white pantyhose—the ones from her SNS shoot. Hyun-woo had begged her to wear them, and she'd reluctantly agreed.

He'd pestered her, but honestly, I backed him on this. They suited her pretty legs perfectly. Plus, her thighs, thicker and firmer from workouts, drove me wild. The taut bounce was visible even clothed, her pale skin adding a fresh allure.

Truth be told, I wanted to pin her down right now. Hyun-woo seemed to feel the same, inching closer.

Time ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to start. I reminded myself of tonight's plan: Don't join when he touches her. If I can't hold back, jerk off away from her. Try to avoid masturbating if possible, then claim her after his turn.

My self-imposed rule to prevent netorase points from going more negative. Couldn't add another guy, so no new points possible. But my involvement might flip them negative, so minimize deductions.

Can I hold out? Somehow, yeah. But if she calls for me mid-fuck like last time... no clue how to handle that.

Too hard to stay sober—I chugged more booze. Right now, Hyun-woo was making Da-bin suck him off.

She reluctantly obliged his demand for a blowjob. She must be riding the alcohol buzz too.

Last time she'd blown me was already surprising, but complying with Hyun-woo like this? Tough to accept.

She'd always had a weak stomach—hated raw fish or anything fishy. Yet this loop, she handled cock so well.

Did ramped-up lust toughen her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠gag reflex? No idea what she felt. But Hyun-woo's intent was clear: payback for what he missed last time.

Da-bin drooled as she licked his shaft. Her slim jaw trembled under the thick, dark meat. Squatting, her plump thighs strained against the sheer white pantyhose, making them look even more delectable.

"Wuup!"

"Slurp!"

She teased every inch to make him cum, but Hyun-woo savored it calmly.

But... maybe the hazy buzz? Da-bin's handiwork on him felt less intense than before.

Just days ago, this would've had my heart pounding, rage and arousal mixing. Now? Eerily calm.

Couldn't blame just the booze—something was off. Maybe my arousal threshold had risen.

To clear the netorase points penalty, I'd simulated every scenario in my head. Da-bin gangbanged by combos of guys I'd picked—two at once. All imagination, but soon reality. After shoving her into netorase so many times, plus these fantasies, a higher threshold made sense.

Hazy-minded, I watched. Unsatisfied with just head, Hyun-woo spread her pussy and plunged in.

Missionary, pounding Da-bin. He glanced at me mid-thrust, lost in her taste.

My dick hard, but I just observed. Less excitement meant no urgent need to cum.

Did he read my vibe? Hyun-woo started switching positions.