An Honest Lie
Seo Ah-hyun hated Han Taeyang.
From the very first moment she met him, he had been the sort of guy she couldn't find a single likable thing about.
A bad first impression to match that obviously delinquent face of his? That was minor.
There were plenty of other reasons Seo Ah-hyun looked at him unfavorably.
For one, there was that constant sense of incongruity about him—like he was always pretending to be a thug, deliberately acting careless and insincere.
At first, Seo Ah-hyun had thought he was just another common delinquent student you could find anywhere, but...
Before they'd even known each other half a year, she'd realized it on her own.
For some reason she still didn't understand, Han Taeyang was always awkwardly performing in front of others, as if trying to emphasize that he was some obvious lowlife.
Did he think no one would notice?
Watching it was actually pretty funny.
Once she'd caught on, it became painfully obvious.
He always seemed to pick fights with her for no reason, but when he did, there was never any real substance to it.
Just vague harassment that seemed designed for the sole purpose of making her dislike him.
Even that didn't last very long.
Seo Ah-hyun knew his attitude had changed in a strange way at some point.
Maybe it was... around the time she herself had started showing signs of exhaustion in everyday life.
Around the time the fatigue had begun to show clearly on her face.
"Hey, Kim Min-jun still hasn't gotten over Baek Seol-ah, huh? He was staring at her all day again."
"Pretty pitiful, isn't it. Your beloved boyfriend's actually hung up on some other girl."
His tone still sounded like he was picking pointless fights, but the content had changed a lot.
The simple, one-dimensional jabs aimed directly at her were gone before she knew it.
What replaced them was trash talk about Kim Min-jun.
He especially liked to point out that Kim Min-jun didn't truly have deep feelings for Seo Ah-hyun herself.
Naturally, every time he did, Seo Ah-hyun would flare up in anger and only grow to resent Han Taeyang more.
It didn't matter whether he was acting or not.
She didn't know why he did it, and honestly, she didn't want to know.
What she hated was how casually he dug into the very thing she herself couldn't stop worrying about.
When someone deliberately reached out and touched your sorest spot right to your face, how were you supposed to see them in a good light?
There had even been a time when she'd nearly, for the first time in her life, hurt someone with genuine malice behind it.
...Of course, she'd never gone beyond grabbing him by the collar and threatening him.
Anyway.
As expected... I really do hate Han Taeyang.
Even now, Seo Ah-hyun still didn't like Han Taeyang.
That dislike hadn't changed.
Not even after she'd realized that, from a certain point on, he seemed to care about her a lot despite pretending otherwise.
Not even after she'd realized that, in his own roundabout way, he'd been giving her advice like he was worried about her.
And then, in the end...
"So you do know how to hit someone. Up till now, unless it was a ranking match, you always acted like you couldn't even flick a person on the forehead."
"You back in your right mind now? Know what you need to do when you go back?"
"..."
Even when that very same Han Taeyang had comforted her in the rain, even taking a slap from her while she cried.
Even when his inexplicable kindness and steady affection had stirred her heart before she even realized it—
nothing had changed.
Seo Ah-hyun hated Han Taeyang.
Han Taeyang was... a man she truly hated.
But, well.
"...Mmph."
She also seemed to like him enough to suck his cock without hesitation.
Because gratitude was gratitude.
This much, she could do for him as many times as he wanted.
With that absurdly flimsy and shoddy excuse to herself—
Seo Ah-hyun brought her cherry-small lips to Han Taeyang's stiffened length.
...So much for a man I hate.
With a dazed expression at the thick male scent spreading through her mouth, Seo Ah-hyun thought that it really was too ridiculous a lie to fool even herself.
Her pale face slowly began to flush red with shame, lust, and the budding feelings of love swelling up inside her.
"...Hhup, ha."
"..."
"Nngh..."
Mumbling around me, Seo Ah-hyun lowered her head to my lower body while I lounged half-reclined against the bed, then looked up at me with those bright purple eyes of hers.
As if the short, breathy moans I let out while glaring down at her felt nothing but good, she gave me a soft, pleased smile.
"Feel good, Han Taeyang...? Am I doing good...?"
"...Hah."
The breath that escaped her lips when she pulled my cock from her mouth for a moment to ask what I thought brushed against my oversensitive length and made my body tremble.
I felt the heat mixed in with her breathing, my cock twitching, and Seo Ah-hyun curled up the corners of her mouth as if she already knew the answer without hearing it.
"...I'll do more for you... Let me give some back, at least as much as the comfort you gave me today."
And with that, she swallowed my cock back into her mouth.
Her tongue swirled obscenely as she licked at me with earnest devotion.
"Heup, mm. Mmph, bweh..."
She looked like the cutest girl in the world, a heavenly beauty wearing a beautiful smile.
But what she was doing was obscenely filthy, almost vulgar, fellatio.
That unreal gap between appearance and action was driving me crazy.
Every time Seo Ah-hyun looked up at me adorably while sucking me off, I had to swallow down a groan.
It wasn't clumsy or amateurish at all. The way she used her tongue was precise, like she knew exactly how to please a man.
The desire inside me gradually began to boil over.
A selfish, perverse urge to pour my cum straight into Seo Ah-hyun's mouth just like this.
I was already close, and I couldn't think of any reason to hold back.
"...Seo Ah-hyun."
"Mm, mph?"
So I stroked her pretty black ponytail with one hand and muttered lowly.
She blinked as if answering my call, and I was about to ask for her consent, but—
"..."
I changed my mind.
For Seo Ah-hyun, I figured it would probably be better to do it my own way than to ask, Can I come like this?
That didn't mean I intended to ignore what she wanted.
If anything, it was the opposite—a result of respecting the kind of girl Seo Ah-hyun was, both from what I knew of the original story and what I'd come to understand in reality.
Grab—!
"...Mmph?!"
The moment I settled on that, I immediately grabbed the back of Seo Ah-hyun's head roughly.
Then I yanked her down hard and made her swallow my cock all the way to the base—
And the instant the small, tight throat of little Seo Ah-hyun clenched around me, I released everything without a shred of hesitation.
Spurt, spurt...!
My cock buried deep in her mouth throbbed violently as it pumped out its load.
The semen shot out fiercely from deep inside and slammed brutally against the back of her throat.
Seo Ah-hyun's expression twisted in pain, and her eyes rolled for an instant, but—
"...Nngk, heup, ngh."
Seo Ah-hyun kept my cock in her mouth to the very end, taking every drop I spilled there straight into it.
She looked miserable, painfully so, and paradoxically that only made the lewd little noises escaping her sound even more erotic.
"Mmph."
By the time Seo Ah-hyun finally pulled my cock from her mouth after catching even the last drop, both her cheeks were noticeably puffed out, enough to suggest she'd taken quite a lot.
She looked like a squirrel storing emergency rations in her mouth.
I caught my breath, feeling the sexiness mixed so perfectly with that cuteness.
"Hoo."
The weakness that came after climax was brief and light.
More than that, what I felt was pure satisfaction and pleasure.
First, I looked down at Seo Ah-hyun, who had done such a fine job milking a load out of me, with the sort of fondness you'd show a good little younger sister.
Of course, she and I were the same age, but maybe because she was so tiny and had such a sly, doll-like face, I'd always somehow seen her as younger.
"Nnngh..."
"...Hm?"
That was when Seo Ah-hyun, who had only been staring at me, finally gave me a new reaction.
She tapped lightly at her chest with a slightly strained look in her eyes, as if trying to tell me something.
Was she trying to show me her stiff nipples, completely exposed since she'd already stripped naked when she lured me onto the bed?
"Mmgh, bup."
"Ah."
No.
When I tilted my head, Seo Ah-hyun more urgently pointed at her lips with her index finger.
Right. Judging by that, she was asking what she should do with the semen still in her mouth.
In other words—spit or swallow.
She was asking me to decide which one.
You can just do whatever you want.
Honestly, from my perspective, either option was fine.
If it was easier to spit, she could spit. If swallowing was easier, she could swallow.
She could do whatever she wanted.
Still, the obedient way she kept holding my cum in her mouth even without being explicitly told to was genuinely touching.
Feeling a faintly sadistic mood rise inside me, I twisted my lips a little.
"Hold it a little longer."
"...?"
Like she never imagined I'd choose neither option and put it off instead, Seo Ah-hyun widened her eyes in surprise as I rose to my feet.
Then, this time, I moved in close to her lower body instead.
Meaning, I dropped to one knee.
Seo Ah-hyun, in that awkward half-standing, half-sitting position on the bed, looked down at me in confusion.
Her face said she had no idea what I was about to do.
Smiling a little more deeply, I reached my hand toward her pussy.
The slit was already slick and soaked from the way she'd pleasured my cock with her mouth.
It looked hot, warmed by the heat wrapping around her female body, and this time I was going to soothe it myself.
"...Hah, w-wait."
Seo Ah-hyun realized too late what I meant to do, and some of the semen spilled from her mouth, but—
"I told you to hold it in. Until I say otherwise, don't spit and don't swallow."
"...Hk, ngh?!"
Squish—!
Before she could stop me any further with her clumsy speech, I pushed my fingers straight into her slit.
Since she was already prepared, my index and middle fingers slid inside with hardly any resistance at all.
Seo Ah-hyun trembled violently around the eyes with her lips tightly sealed, and the flush and lewd expression covering her face deepened even more.
Even while I watched her hurriedly cover her mouth tighter, trying her best to obey my order, I spoke to her.
"I promise you, Seo Ah-hyun."
"Nngh...! Mmph, bhup."
"If you throw away Kim Min-jun and become my woman, well... I can't irresponsibly promise I'll make sure you never have to lift a finger in your life."
There was a faint trace of resentment in Seo Ah-hyun's purple eyes as she looked at me, but soon enough a thrill far greater than that began rising inside them too.
Just as I knew. Just as I'd guessed.
Unlike Baek Seol-ah, Seo Ah-hyun was the kind of girl with masochistic tendencies.
It wasn't exactly hard to predict.
To one of the heroines I cherished most from the original story—and now a girl whose deep feelings in reality I could no longer pretend not to see—I made my vow openly.
"I'll give you more than enough pleasure to make sure you never regret that choice. Whenever you want it, anytime at all."
For starters, well.
No need to put it off.
Starting today.
Press—!
"...Hyaah?!"
I gently curled the two fingers buried deep inside Seo Ah-hyun's pussy, and the moment they hit her sweet spot, her back arched straight up.
As a bonus, the imperfectly muffled cry that escaped her lips made the cloudy white fluid in her mouth spill out at last.
Now that, I thought, was one hell of a view.