Date-2 (Branch Point 03)

Oh Han-gu, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠who had picked up the phone, spoke to me in a voice that sounded like he was on the verge of death.

"I was debating whether to tell you this or not... but I figured I had to tell you."

"What is it?"

"Well... uh... I just saw Choi Hyun-woo with Da-bin. Looked like they were heading to the movies..."

Something ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I hadn't anticipated had happened. Choi Hyun-woo parading Da-bin around and running into acquaintances. It was a low-probability event, but certainly possible.

I'd been so focused on that bastard Choi Hyun-woo that I hadn't thought that far ahead. I should've at least made her wear a hat or something...

The silver lining was that the witness was Oh Han-gu. That fact allowed me to stay somewhat calm.

Because out of the two guys I'd considered for netorase with Da-bin, one was Oh Han-gu.

The most stable and vetted option was Jun-seo. But as a backup in case I couldn't ask Jun-seo, my second pick was Oh Han-gu.

I figured the innocent Oh Han-gu would be easier to control than the unpredictable Choi Hyun-woo.

I was just caught off guard that he'd spotted us at an unexpected moment. Now that it had happened, I thought it might not be a bad idea to sprinkle some bait and see where it led.

After some thought, I responded to Oh Han-gu, who had brought it up to me.

"Ah... yeah, they told me they were going to the movies together."

"Oh? Really? I was thinking something weird!"

"Yeah. You know how Da-bin's starting her influencer gig? They're watching a movie to get some reference ideas."

"Makes sense. No way Da-bin would go on a solo date with Hyun-woo!"

"Anyway, thanks, Han-gu."

"Hehe! Do-yoon! Hyun-woo actually brought it up earlier. About outfits for when Da-bin does photoshoots—"

That bastard Choi Hyun-woo. He'd already talked to Oh Han-gu about cosplay costumes, huh. Busy little shit.

"Ah... yeah! Right. Anything good for Da-bin to wear?"

"Heh... plenty?"

"You psycho, what's with that laugh?"

"Just say the word, Do-yoon. I'll hook you up! Maid outfits, bunny girl suits, you name it!"

"You crazy bastard..."

"What? Influencers wear that stuff all the time these days! Try it on Da-bin once—the reactions will be insane! Hey? Do-yoon! Sorry! I just made eye contact with Hyun-woo and Da-bin! I'll call you later!"

"No need. Put Da-bin on."

"Ah... got it!"

There was a brief commotion over the phone. Da-bin greeted Oh Han-gu awkwardly, and he reassured her that I'd heard everything. After we all exchanged hellos, Da-bin's voice came through.

"Oppa."

"Yeah, Da-bin. Everything okay?"

"Mmm... we're about to go see the movie now."

"Got it. I told Han-gu it's for your influencer stuff, so no worries."

"Ah... okay... Oppa, I'll put Han-gu oppa back on."

"Sure!"

Oh Han-gu picked up again. But then he made an unexpected request.

"Do-yoon! I'm bored too—mind if I join Da-bin for the movie?"

He wanted to tag along on Choi Hyun-woo and Da-bin's date. Classic Oh Han-gu—nosy but clueless.

It put me in a tough spot, but I had no choice but to agree.

"Do whatever."

I flatly approved his request and hung up.

After Oh Han-gu's call, no one contacted me. The movie should've ended long ago. What was Da-bin doing now...?

Images flooded my mind of her being taken by both Choi Hyun-woo and Oh Han-gu at once. Just imagining it made my dick throb.

But Hyun-woo wasn't dumb enough to go that far. He'd at least verbally promised to respect boundaries with me.

Still, something nagged at me. No variables I hadn't considered, yet my nerves were on edge. Why?

Then Oh Han-gu's face flashed in my mind. Right—he was the one who could cause a wildcard.

Nice guy, but zero tact. If he'd had any, he wouldn't have crashed their date.

If he somehow caught on to our netorase play... With his lack of experience—still jerking off like a teen—I had no idea what he'd do.

Even in past loops, at our group vacation spot, I'd caught him in the dead of night fapping to Da-bin's pics. I'd helped him handjob her while she slept.

She woke up then, and he couldn't hold back—got aggressive with oral. I'd allowed and encouraged it, but the image of him gripping her head and thrusting was burned into my memory.

That thought sent a chill through me, sweat beading on my gripping hand. Had I been too complacent...?

With the safe choice of Jun-seo, why designate risky Oh Han-gu as backup, inviting danger...?

My lips parched. If shit had already hit the fan, what then...?

But while my mind fretted, my dick twitched on its own, leaking precum. Was my brain pickled in netorase...?

Be honest... Picking unstable Oh Han-gu as second was pure depravity.

Yeah... In this loop, I wanted to see Da-bin get fucked by Oh Han-gu over Park Jun-seo.

My head made excuses, but my reacting cock proved it.

No need to loop back early. Include Oh Han-gu, rack up netorase points fast.

I gripped my dick, quietly waiting for contact.

I'd reluctantly agreed to Hyun-woo oppas request, but Han-gu oppa crashing made everything messy. I wanted to head home after the movie, but dinner dragged on because of him.

Every time I forgot, the toy buzzed, heating my lower belly, making me desperate to pee...

With Han-gu oppa here, I couldn't tell Hyun-woo oppa to stop. So frustrating. But maybe I could signal him...

I'll poke Hyun-woo oppa discreetly so Han-gu oppa doesn't notice, beg him to stop.

I quietly jabbed Hyun-woo oppa's side with my finger.

"What? Im-tta?"

But he reacted opposite my intent. I meant stop the toy, but he played dumb.

"Ah... no... Oppa... um... want a drink?"

"Yeah! Order whatever you want, Im-tta!"

I fumbled the cover-up. Drinks would make the urge worse... I'd already peed twice since Han-gu oppa joined; might need a third...

"Oppa... gonna hit the bathroom..."

Bzzz! As I mentioned it, he cranked the intensity. Like a warning not to go.

The sudden vibe made me gasp and slump into my chair.

"Ahh..."

"Da-bin, you okay?"

"Ah... yeah, fine. Bathroom later."

The buzzing stopped. At this rate, better to hold it.

But... my lower belly trembled hotly. Bzzz! Hng... bad... squirted again.

Panties soaked, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠uncomfortable to move...

As I panicked, face slipping, Han-gu oppa said something weird.

"Sniff! Sniff!"

"What're you doing, Oh Han-gu?"

"Hey, Hyun-woo. Smell something weird?"

"What smell?"

"Dunno what, but not from the food... weird..."

Han-gu oppa sniffed the pizza. Tilted his head. Probably my juices...

So embarrassing... Never happened before; does he have a sensitive nose...?

"Tastes fine. Your nose busted?"

"No, it's there. Kinda fishy... or musky?"

"Shut up and eat. Hey, to avoid worrying Do-yoon, wanna snap a pic and send it?"

"Yeah! Gotta get a cert shot with super influencer Da-bin!"

"Right. When else we gonna photo with Da-bin?"

Oppas teased me into pics again. Hyun-woo oppa probably wants to send my flushed face to Do-yoon oppa...

He's such a tease. But Do-yoon oppa would get excited seeing this? Might even jerk off...

Hyun-woo oppa raised his phone; I forced a smile.

Flash!

"Okay! Sending to Do-yoon now, Da-bin!"

"Mmm... okay, oppa..."

???

Han-gu oppa's eyes widened suddenly.

"Hey, since when you two on casual terms?"

He caught me dropping formal with Hyun-woo oppa. Heart sank—I'd overlooked it.

But Hyun-woo oppa jumped in.

"Ah, got closer helping with her training. We slip casual sometimes."

"Hmm... okay?"

"What's weird, Oh Han-gu?"

"Nothing."

I thought Han-gu oppa was dense, but he looked suspicious. Good thing Hyun-woo oppa covered. Seemed to slide by...

Alone at home, anxiously waiting, a text arrived. Da-bin with the two guys at a restaurant.

Her face was off. Flushed cheeks. Forced smile, like holding back.

Something was happening—I felt it instinctively. Heart raced. Scenarios swirled.

I closed the phone, sank back into fantasies. Before I knew, amid the anxiety, I was stroking my dick for ages, chasing the thrill.

Bzzz!

Phone buzzed again. Text from Hyun-woo bastard.

I grabbed my keys, ready to bolt. But key info ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠missing. I texted back the bastard.

No reply from Choi Hyun-woo.