No, Yerim Isn't a Virgin!
"I'm telling you, that's not true! How can you believe that? What do you even know?"
My opponent shook their head dismissively at my rebuttal. "No, I'm serious. Why won't you believe me? Yerim is non-virgin in Mind, Technique, and Body! Her mind is currently set on the cafe owner, her technique was honed over two years of dating her ex-boyfriend—doing everything, front and back—and her body? Back in high school! In the school gym storage room! With a delinquent classmate!"
"SHUT UP!! Apologize right now!! My Yerim isn't like that!!"
I screamed, covering my ears. I didn't want to hear any more. Before I explain the low-level debate happening in my room, I should briefly talk about who Yerim is. If only to ensure you don't believe the nonsense this woman is spewing. Please understand that I'm spending most of my time describing Yerim, who works part-time with me at the cafe! It's worth that much.
It's not just me wearing rose-colored glasses when I say Yerim is beautiful. 95% of the people who come to our cafe are men trying to get her number, and the other 5% are lesbians. After counting from the kitchen, the frequency of people asking for her number is about six times per hour. I'm actually proud to work in the same shop as such a beauty.
What does Yerim actually look like? First, the most striking thing is... her black, silk-like hair that reaches her waist. When we're working, her hair sometimes brushes against my hand, and it feels like an electric shock. She has such a wonderful scent that makes me dizzy just being in the same space, so I once asked her what perfume she used.
"U-uh... what perfume do you use? You smell really good."
I stuttered like an idiot trying to strike up a conversation, but Yerim didn't even mind. She smiled brightly like the sun and replied, "Perfume? I don't use any! I just use the shampoo my mom buys me. Does it really smell that good?"
As she said that, she grabbed a handful of her hair and sniffed it, then turned her head away, blushing with a shy expression! To think someone would hurl such a filthy insult—claiming she's non-virgin in Mind, Technique, and Body—at such a shy and cute girl!
When I brought up my conversation with Yerim as evidence to refute the claim, the person sitting in front of me just smirked.
"That's just her slutty fox act! You don't get a scent like that from just shampoo! She sprays perfume all over her panties and bra before leaving the house!"
"SHUT UP! Yerim isn't like that!"
It's impossible to talk to this person!! There is absolutely no way Yerim would do something like that. Of course... looking at her appearance, it's hard to believe she's never had a boyfriend. The number of confessions I've seen her receive is in the hundreds. She has an overwhelming beauty that puts the idols on TV to shame.
Large, soft eyes that look like she's wearing circle lenses, red lips that stand out even with light lipstick, and long, long eyelashes that cast a shade over her eyes. The mascara on them is applied so beautifully. When she looks at me with those large, dark eyes, it's enough to take my breath away. Plus, she doesn't hesitate to touch my shoulder, and she smiles brightly whenever she sees me. And... I feel like a pathetic guy obsessed with lust saying this, but when I see her chest, which asserts its presence prominently under her black sleeveless turtleneck, I can't help but look.
When she comes to work wearing a messenger bag over that, her breasts are incredibly accentuated. It feels like you could wedge a rolling pin between them and it wouldn't fall. When she came to work in that turtleneck and messenger bag, the other part-timer was glancing at her so much his eyes were practically crossing. He keeps rambling that he's a master of "breast-reading" and that she's at least an F-cup.
On top of that, her waist is so thin you could wrap both hands around it, and she says she wears size 36-inch hip pants. When she comes into the kitchen from the counter, her figure is so voluptuous that our hips brush against each other as she passes behind me. How could I not fall for her!
Anyway, with such outstanding looks, it was only natural that people would flock to the store. After a long wait, people would finally order and ask what time she finishes her shift, but Yerim just smiles and declines, saying she's too busy to think about dating. To think someone would call a Yerim who rejects people so kindly and beautifully "non-virgin in Mind, Technique, and Body"!
If the guy claiming Yerim was non-virgin had been the other male part-timer, I would have surely cracked his skull open (the description of her ex-boyfriend was annoyingly realistic, too). But instead of cracking skulls, I'm rolling on the floor with my ears covered. Who is the one preaching this "Yerim non-virgin theory" to me right now?
"Why are you worrying so much? You like me, don't you, Oppa? Why don't we just have sex?"
The person sitting on my bed, begging me to have sex with her, was none other than Lee Yerim—the girl I had confessed to and been rejected by just a week ago.
"So... you're a Succubus? Your name is Shar-Ice?"
My thighs were itching, and I was thinking about hopping onto Pornhub. But suddenly, Yerim appeared in my room. She introduced herself as a succubus.
"You can call me Char for short, but doesn't calling me Yerim make you more excited?"
The countless questions in my head (A demon? Why me?) all vanished the moment she pushed her chest up with her arms to emphasize it. Are her breasts even bigger than Yerim's? And why did she have to appear with Yerim's face?
"Oppa, you get excited the bigger the breasts are, right? And if you look at the video preferences Kang-min Oppa has been watching lately, you're always calling out Yerim's name while watching Mikami Arina—"
"STOOOOOOOP-------!"
Damn it, I never thought getting caught in my sex life would be this embarrassing! I felt guilty for masturbating while thinking of someone I knew, but on the days I watched Mikami Arina, who resembled Yerim, my ejaculate volume was almost a whole yogurt container's worth.
I glared at Char, panting with shame, but Char just laughed, saying she likes people with clear tastes.
"Succubi read human thoughts and transform into the target that excites them the most. I came as Kang-min Oppa's preference, and it's definitely effective."
She added, "I was so surprised when I read your thoughts. Kang-min Oppa, you look so innocent on the outside, but you're such a pervert on the inside! And yet, you still want to enjoy pure romance..." Yerim covered her mouth and giggled. She read all my secret desires? As I recoiled, Yerim made a fuss, saying it was fine.
"It's okay! Demons love complex tastes and desires. So let's sleep together! I'll do anything you want!"
She sat on the bed, spread her arms, and called out to me. But my heart was beyond complex—it was chaotic.
"Why did you have to appear as me?"
The atmosphere changed in an instant. Yerim sighed, looking bored. No, I know Yerim doesn't make faces like that. I know the person in front of me isn't Yerim, but a demon. But my heart ached as if it were being torn apart. Her red lips parted, revealing teeth like white pearls.
"I don't know why either. Does that matter? Kang-min Oppa. Are you really not going to sign the contract? Don't you want to sleep with me?"
She made a puppy-dog face, her eyes moistening and welling up with tears.
"No, it's not that I don't want to, it's just... I need a moment to think..."
She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, careful not to smudge Yerim's mascara. She was breathtakingly beautiful.
"Is it really that important that I'm not the real Yerim?"
"No, but... I like Yerim's face, but I like her personality too. If I just get aroused by the face and sleep with you, that doesn't feel right..."
As I stammered, Char spat out a venomous remark.
"The real Yerim is going to stop by a motel after work today and have unprotected sex with the cafe owner anyway. If you don't have sex with me, Oppa, you're the one losing out."
Damn it!! Don't insult Yerim!!
"Yerim wouldn't say such vulgar things! And she said she has no relationship with the cafe owner, and, and, I don't know for sure, but Yerim is probably a virgin...!"
I stared at Char, denying the question that popped into my head. If she can read my mind and transform into Yerim, can she also read other people's minds with demonic power? ...And, their sexual experience, too?
As if to satisfy my curiosity, Char shouted in annoyance.
"I told you Yerim isn't a virgin! She lost it in high school, did all sorts of perverted things during the two years she dated her ex, and right now she's thinking she wants to date the cafe owner—"
"FUCK!!!! That can't be true!!!"
"Why not? She says she likes the Mercedes-Benz."
And so, the filthy debate I mentioned at the very beginning began. After a long discussion, I denied the unbelievable reality. I decided to kick the sex-crazed demon out of my room and protect my fantasy of Yerim.
"Get out of this room. I don't believe a word you say."
The Bible says demons are beings that deceive humans and lead them to ruin. There must be a reason this demon is doing this to me. But she didn't even pretend to listen to me, and Yerim said boldly,
"You like this kind of thing, don't you, Oppa?"
Without taking off her sleeveless turtleneck, Yerim unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down the zipper. Her pants slowly slid off and rolled onto my floor. I tried to stop her, but my mouth, unlike my heart, just gulped.
She kept her top on, but underneath, she was wearing only black lace slip lingerie. It was my favorite composition from gravure magazines and Instagram. As I stared, unable to tear my eyes away, Yerim covered her own eyes.
"It's embarrassing to be looked at like that..."
She's a terrible actress! Contrary to her words about being embarrassed, Yerim crawled onto the bed, exposing her lower body. Her snow-white hip line was laid bare. The back of her lingerie was made of thin strings that it would be an insult to even call panties. The lingerie knot shyly tied at her hip was too lewd.
Yerim slowly pulled the string hanging on her waist with her finger. With a soft sound, the lingerie came undone, and she picked it up and dropped it beside the bed.
"Oppa... I'll just stay here like this. Do whatever you want. You imagined this a lot while working at the cafe, didn't you?"
Damn it. I won't be fooled! The Bible said so too! Lord, please protect me! I don't believe in Christianity, and I only went to Sunday school a few times, but please help me just this once! Help me shake off this demon's temptation!
"...Get out. Even if I was rejected once, I won't give up. I'd rather just masturbate than sleep with a fake like you."
Fortunately, the words of refusal flowed from my mouth. I'm going to date the real Yerim, kiss her, go on dates, go to amusement parks, and watch movies! It's not just about having vulgar sex!
Then, Yerim jumped up from the bed and grabbed her lingerie. A cold wind blew. Yes, get out the door quickly! But then, the most devastating words fell from Yerim's lips.
"Fine. Then I'll have no choice but to sign a contract and have sex with someone else. I was grateful you summoned me, so I wanted to sign it with you. Should I sign with the person next door? You'll have to masturbate all night while listening to me moaning."
"WAAAAAIT---------!"
Damn it! What? She's going to have sex with someone else using Yerim's face? As I grabbed Yerim's wrist, her cold expression instantly turned into a soft smile.
"Oh, so you don't want me to have sex with someone else using this face and this body?"
Yerim sat back down on the bed as she was about to leave and covered her lower half with a blanket. I felt like I was drowning in her dark, deep eyes, but cold words flowed from her lips.
"I'll give you 10 seconds. Decide quickly. 10. 9. 8."
I'm between a rock and a hard place. What do I do?