How to Talk to a Man
The date is coming to an end. No, wait. Thinking about it again, the word "date" feels a bit out of place. It’s hard to call it a date when I was with my girlfriend’s younger sister, and it’s not quite a double date since we’re short one guy. I’m sure there’s a proper term for it if I looked, but… whatever. It’s not that important. The point I need to remember is elsewhere.
It’s the fact that Lee Jiyoon’s reaction to the recording I sent was quite favorable. In other words, she felt a faint sense of jealousy regarding my relationship with Lee Hayoon. There’s plenty of evidence. First, a few hours after I sent the recording, she played games with me as if nothing had happened. Second, she could have sent a short text like "Don't send me this crap" or "I guess you finally kissed," but she kept her mouth shut and said nothing. Third, when I asked, "Do you want to go clothes shopping with Hayoon and me?" she nodded without much resistance, even though it would have been a hassle. Fourth, just a moment ago, even though I was talking about kissing her sister, as soon as I tried touching my lips to hers as a test, she opened her mouth as if she’d been waiting for it. Fifth, she even wrapped her arms around my neck and advised me that it would be better to be more aggressive with my kissing.
Given her tastes, I expected she wouldn't care much about whatever I did with Lee Hayoon, but I didn't think she'd be jealous enough to show it so openly. Anyway, just being able to clearly grasp Lee Jiyoon’s inner thoughts is quite a harvest. Now, as long as I handle her well, I’ll be able to keep her on a tight leash and lead her wherever I want. So, all that’s left is Lee Hayoon.
"How is it? Delicious, right?"
"……."
The girl right in front of me. Until a moment ago, she was sulking about leaving her umbrella at the room café, but now she’s giggling, feeding me a red bean bun. I just need to find a way to make her fall over next to her younger sister.
"It’s a shame it’s from a convenience store, but the taste is pretty much the same. Mmm."
"…It’s edible."
When I gave an appropriate response, her clover-colored eyes curved into pretty half-moons, hidden by her puppy-like eye shape. It’s a stark contrast to Lee Jiyoon’s eyes, which are looking at us from a little behind with a disinterested gaze. …Actually, contrary to Lee Hayoon’s endless praise, the bread was exactly the style I hate. Rather than this flavor of sweetness added to sweetness, I prefer salty and spicy things. Like ramen, or curry. Things like that. But to achieve my goal, I need to be the "ideal boyfriend" first. I chewed and swallowed the bread diligently without showing it.
"If I didn't have a part-time job, I’d hang out with you until later. It’s a shame…."
"…Until later?"
"……W-what are you thinking about! Jiyoon is right here!!"
It’s not a judgment made through the logic of a preschooler—"I did one thing you wanted, so you have to do one thing I want later?" It’s a judgment made through the logic of an elementary or middle schooler—"I’ll do plenty of things you want, so let’s just do one thing I want later?" In a way, it’s one of the most ignorant and shameless methods, but those ignorant methods usually have a high floor. Isn't the most common study style for the college entrance exam just memorizing past questions without any tricks?
"What’s wrong with 'until later'? I play games with Jiyoon, who’s right behind you, at night."
"……Ah."
"Noona. You didn't happen to have lewd thoughts just because of that, did you?"
"……T-that’s not it, I was just…. Ughhh…."
So, pay me back later by sucking my cock together with Jiyoon on both sides. And don't forget to gulp down my semen when you take over after Jiyoon gets overwhelmed while I’m grabbing her hair and shooting it down her throat. That’s payment enough.
90. The Sea of Information.
If you were to pick the most cited sentence among the metaphorical expressions for the internet, this would probably be it. A sea overflowing with thousands, tens of thousands, and hundreds of millions of pieces of information, not even 100 years since its birth. It implies that if a user sets their mind to it, they can find any information—or to put it aggressively, any obscure, "who-cares" information from a super-minor genre—but the reality is slightly different.
Of course, if you spend enough time, you can eventually find what you want, but the problem is the process of finding it. They said the internet is a sea of information, but they didn't say it was a sea of "accurate" information. Therefore, the user needs to gather what they find on the internet and determine for themselves which is accurate and which is groundless fabrication or personal opinion. It sounds difficult, but it’s actually nothing. Adults who have finished compulsory education can do it without problems. However, there are two groups that still find this difficult.
One is the elderly, who are unskilled in using it because they encountered the internet only after their brains had already hardened. And the other is.
"……Ummm."
A young child whose only internet usage is burying themselves in a blanket and watching YouTube for 10 hours straight. …Or, an adult who has only grown in body because they grew up purely by only studying.
"I see…, …I get it. Hmm."
7:00 PM. The time when the smell of simmering kimchi stew begins to waft through the air. Han Su-a, who had already brought a cushion and was sitting comfortably while holding her phone, muttered softly. To summarize the information she had been diligently collecting so far, it was as follows: The ears and tails of mutant-type transcendents are used for sexual purposes more often than you’d think…. There are even porn tags related to it.
"……."
Han Su-a, who recalled a few of the adult videos she had seen earlier, let out a sigh that sounded close to an "Ugh…." …It’s not even fiction, but in reality, men are grabbing women’s tails and pulling them while thrusting their penises deep inside. The woman even moans as if that coercive male touch feels good, soaking the bed sheets with her fluids. Is this even reasonable? Besides, looking at her appearance, that woman looked like she had a lot of pride…. …Like me.
"It’s strange."
Setting aside whether the act feels good or bad, it was a question. Pulling the tail. Animals clearly hate that act. Cats, in particular, will hiss the moment you touch their tails. Actually, you don't have to go that far. She was like that herself when she first became a transcendent when she was young. That very sensation, where instead of feeling good, an unpleasant feeling crept up her whole body like goosebumps. To use a metaphor, like being tickled? You’re forced to laugh because of that specific sensation, but you’re not laughing because you like it, right? It’s just an incredibly unpleasant experience. Why has that become a part of her erogenous zone now that she’s an adult? Moreover, looking at the number of posts on the internet, it didn't seem like a rare phenomenon.
"I don't know…."
Then, conversely, it means there could be women who soak the bed with their fluids when tickled. Does this make sense…. I don't know, I don't know. Since they say there are many other mutant-types like that, I have no choice but to accept it. Han Su-a, whose brain was overloaded from excessive use, covered herself with the blanket up to her head and stretched with a groan.
"…Oh, right."
Yozora is a mutant-type too. With a succubus base…. Then is Yozora’s tail an erogenous zone too? I saw it last time, a pitch-black tail with a heart-shaped tip. Ummm…. Asking Yozora once might be…. No. That seems rude…. No, no. She likes lewd things anyway, right? So wouldn't she actually like it if I asked something like that? Just like how I lost track of time talking about romance manga….
"…Let’s eat first and think about it later."
Han Su-a let go of her phone, which had worked hard all day, and buried her face in the cushion. The memory of the past where she vowed, "I’m going to find a new hobby!" had long since vanished without a trace. Instead, something else was spinning around in Han Su-a’s head.
"……."
…Masturbation. It’s dangerous because I might get caught doing it in bed, so I should do it lightly, really lightly, when I shower later. Hmm, hmm.
There is a term often abbreviated as "Il-ko," short for "cosplaying as a normal person." Simply put, it’s this. When asked, "What do you like?" you can't answer, "Being forcibly raped," so you answer, "My hobbies are music and movies." Something like that. Anyway, since my hobby is a bit embarrassing and I can't tell others, I take out another hobby I learned superficially and pretend to be a normal person. The advantage is that you can hide a part that could be a stumbling block in social life. The disadvantage is a very minor one called "sexual frustration."
"………."
That’s why.
"Ughhh…."
It was a natural progression that the smell of alcohol would vibrate from Yozora’s entire body as soon as the weekend arrived. She had tried to cram the alcohol she should have poured into her body over a week into just two days, Friday and Saturday. Of course, since there’s no limit, Yozora’s challenge stopped at a total of 20 bottles, but unopened soju, sake, and beer cans were rolling around nearby. The butter-grilled squid that had gone cold and hardened was a bonus.
"…I have to clean all that up too…."
I need to ventilate the room too. …But I’m too lazy to get up. Ughhh…. All those things…. Isn't there someone to clean them up for me……. Kwon Nam-ho is useless…. Someone like my Master, or the infirmary teacher, or Seo Woojin……. If I just flopped around asking them to clean this up for me, and then pretended it was someone else’s business while I was sleeping in bed….
Maybe an angry Seo Woojin would pin me down on the bed so I couldn't get up and rape me until his anger subsided….
"Hehehe…."
Ah, the time I was violated in a public restroom, and a men’s restroom at that… it was better than I thought……. Did I tell Seo Woojin about that story…?
The time I took all the perverts who were groping my breasts and ass on the train back in my JK days to the bathroom and "tested" them…. I think I did…. Or maybe I didn't…. Hehe. I don't know…. Anyway, to think he knew my tastes that well…. Next time, I’ll handle it myself, so I hope he’ll be irresponsible enough to ejaculate inside me…. Like, even if I scream at him not to, he forcibly shoves it in….
…Hehehe…….
"……Eh…?"
While she was lying on the sofa enjoying her ecstatic hangover, Yozora’s ears twitched. It was because the phone she had left on the table was buzzing and tapping against the glass plate. They say that if you talk about someone, their shadow appears; could it be Seo Woojin? Yozora, who stretched her arm with all her might, felt her phone tap against her fingertips before it fell to the floor. *Clatter, clack.* The sound coming from the floor sounded a bit ominous. …When she picked up the phone with her half-open, hazy eyes, there was a small crack in one corner of the screen.
"Ugh…."
It’s fine. Thank goodness. Yozora, who rubbed the glass shards off with her thumb, immediately turned on her phone to check the message.
"……?"
But the owner of the message on the screen was Han Su-a. The A5-grade meat to be offered to my Master.
"……What is this…."
TMI I didn't even ask for. Setting aside this creepy, awkward text message. Why is she suddenly on the weekend……. …Ah. She said she had something to talk about separately with Seo Woojin on Friday….
…Ah.