What the Hell Are You Doing? (Branch Point 01)
First Loop Regression: Branch Point 01
• Men's lust toward Im Da-bin: +20%
• Hear inner thoughts of men performing netorase acts on Im Da-bin
In the dead of night at the pension, the voice that woke me from my drunken sleep wasn't coming from a real throat.
The inner thoughts of men, amplified by the regression perk, echoed in my ears once more.
This voice... it couldn't be. No fucking way.
I crept cautiously toward the room where that bastard's inner thoughts were coming from. And I opened the door.
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"What the fuck. What the hell are you doing?"
"Do... Do-yoon..."
What I found was Oh Han-gu jerking off to his phone. And the girl on the screen? Da-bin in her swimsuit, of course.
It pissed me off, no doubt. My girlfriend's swimsuit pics making him stroke his dick like that.
But honestly, if I thought about it without the bullshit, it was tolerable. He wasn't hurting Da-bin or me—he was handling it solo. And those photos? Just ones we shared in the group chat from the beach. No shady shit. If anything, I was partly to blame for putting her in that skimpy suit and parading her around to tease him.
So I wasn't planning to humiliate the guy.
"Haa... you crazy bastard... I'll pretend I didn't see shit, so clean up your mess."
"S-Sorry... Do-yoon..."
Oh Han-gu apologized to me, his eyes even welling up with tears. The guy's got a soft heart under all that, surprisingly...
"Hey, what kind of man cries over this?"
"N-No... I-I'm sorry..."
"I said it's fine..."
Pathetic as it sounds, seeing him sniffling like that softened me up. Solo otaku Oh Han-gu. Sure, he's got that weeb vibe, but he's not bad-looking. Mouthy and clueless about social cues, yeah... Come to think of it, the guy's got issues stacked up.
Him groveling like that. The photo of Da-bin glowing on his phone screen. Staring at it all, something dark started bubbling up inside me.
I'd forgotten for a sec, but the reason he couldn't hold back and jerked off at dawn? Partly my fault too—the 20% lust boost from the regression hitting every guy around Da-bin.
So yeah, mostly on me. Maybe I should help him out a bit? That's the decent thing, right?
I was rationalizing my netorase kink left and right. The filthy urge deep down squirmed to life.
Let's do it...
Still wearing that "I've committed a mortal sin" face, he looked up as I asked,
"Hey, you're still a virgin, right?"
"Uh... yeah. Pretty much."
"Tch... what the hell have you been doing all this time?"
"Sigh... tell me about it."
"Hey, Oh Han-gu."
"Yeah?"
"I owe you one anyway... feels wrong just letting it slide. My conscience and all."
"..."
"Can't fix your virginity, but I can help you blow off some steam."
"W-What... what'd you say?"
I hauled the stunned bastard to his feet and dragged him to the room where Da-bin was sleeping. Earlier, I'd panicked and bolted straight to the sound of his thoughts, missing her room entirely. Now, clear-headed, I remembered exactly where I'd tucked her in.
My heart pounded like mad. My dick? Rock hard, obviously.
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The bedroom was shrouded in thick darkness. Da-bin slept soundly inside.
Drunk off her ass, her hair was a mess, still in her barbecue party clothes. Even disheveled like that, she looked pretty and cute as ever.
Passed out cold from the booze, it would take more than a little prodding to wake her.
I took Da-bin's hand... and guided it to Oh Han-gu's dick.
Oh Han-gu trembled head to toe, tense as hell. My girlfriend's hand for a handjob, and he's the one freaking out.
"D-Do-yoon... isn't this going too far?"
"She won't wake up, don't worry."
"N-Not like that..."
"Fuck... you're a virgin who can't even jack off properly, felt bad for you."
"Appreciate you looking out for me, but..."
"Then just enjoy it, no strings."
"L-Lee Do-yoon. You're telling me to do this."
Oh Han-gu finally snapped out of it.
"Yeah. My fault, so don't sweat it."
"For real?"
I nodded silently at his double-check. He bit his lip hard and brought Da-bin's hand to his dick.
His cock throbbed fully erect. Embarrassing, but yeah—bigger than mine.
Da-bin's pale, slender fingers wrapped around it. Oh Han-gu gripped her hand and started stroking slowly.
"Kuuh..."
He marveled at the feel of a woman's touch for the first time. Picking up speed, he rubbed harder against her hand.
My heart was going fucking insane. I'd fantasized this a few times in my head, but seeing it? Next-level stimulation. The taboo thrill raced through my veins straight to my skull.
"Fuck..."
A curse slipped out disguised as awe. Oh Han-gu caught it, misread, and paused. I shot him a "keep going" look.
He nodded and dove back in. Thought he'd blow quick from the virgin handjob, but damn, he's lasting.
Text popped up in front of me. I waited quietly for the points to settle.
I had 2 points now. Branch Point 01 needed 5. Branch Point 02 needed 6. Just 3 more for 01.
I hoped for at least 3, just in case. The spinning numbers slowed...
But against my hopes, it stopped at 1.
Still fine, though. Da-bin's out cold. Just gotta keep Oh Han-gu's mouth shut.
I turned back to him using my girlfriend—my fiancée's—hand to jerk off.
"Kugh..."
He groaned, brows furrowed tight. His thoughts flooded my head.
Even his inner voice sounded like a total weeb. What a freak.
Handing my girlfriend's hand to this guy... that bitter fact fueled my twisted arousal even more.
Truth be told... watching him use Da-bin had me throbbing hard. Precum leaking without even touching myself...
No way I'd cum before that bastard. That'd be ultimate humiliation.
His strained face eased up. Now I was the one desperate to cum.
He ramped up again. Sweat beaded on his forehead, dripping onto Da-bin's hand.
Not fat like a typical otaku stereotype, but to me, that sweat felt like his filthy juices tainting her pure skin...
Fuck...
Swipe!
Then... Da-bin stirred, trying to pull her hand away.
Oh Han-gu froze in shock. But when she settled, he went full throttle again.
Horniness overriding caution? He sped up way too aggressively.
Plap! Plap!
Precum from his tip started soaking her hand. The bastard leaked like a dog in heat.
Her grip slicked up with his fluids. Squish! Squish! The wet friction sounds turned obscene.
I'm getting nauseous with disgust...
But then... Da-bin moved again.
Oh Han-gu halted at the ominous shift. And... her eyelids fluttered open.
We're fucked.
She woke up. Oh Han-gu with his full hard-on out. Me, pants bulging, watching it all.
Da-bin furrowed her brow.
I scrambled for a saved branch point regression... but I didn't have enough points.