Because I'm Confident I Can Steal Him Back
Baek Siwoo—no, the adventurer Baek Sejun—is somehow a special guy. Sure, his head seems a bit dim. He probably still thinks I believe his name is Baek Siwoo. I've known his real name is Baek Sejun ever since he flashed that adventurer's license and claimed he was an adult. No idea why he'd give me a fake name that's so commonly used by male whores. Does he even realize he's a total gigolo?
He's kinda like a stray cat.
A dumb, self-important cute kitty—something like that vibe, right? The kind of spoiled pet that melts when you pet it gently but always tries to climb on your head. Except this one's covered in other people's hand-me-down grime, basically secondhand goods. That's Baek Sejun.
"Um, hey... are you still mad...?"
Baek Sejun was trembling, peeking at me nervously, sweat dripping as his sharp black eyes darted around. It was oddly entertaining. He looks like he'd have a tough aura just from his face, but watching him grovel in front of me was weirdly satisfying.
-Pat.
"Eek!"
I rested my hand on top of Baek Sejun's head. The soft texture felt just like placing my palm on fine silk. He squeezed his eyes shut and shuddered when I suddenly touched him—probably scared. No wonder, considering I always grab this hair and hurl him onto the bed.
"..."
I kept my hand there, savoring the feel of his hair for a moment. Baek Sejun cracked his eyes open, stealing glances at me. Even I had to admit, the stray cat comparison fit perfectly. Like a street cat slyly eyeing you while swiping a fish— that's exactly Baek Sejun.
-Squeeze!
"Eeeek...? Ow, it huuuurts!!!"
"Hold still."
His look annoyed me a little, so I pinched and stretched his soft, chewy white cheek. It had that addictive sticky rice cake texture. Meanwhile, Baek Sejun flailed his arms, pulling the most ridiculous pitiful face. Any more and his cheeks would get all deformed. I let go and just stared at him quietly.
"Baek Siwoo, water."
"W-water...? Y-yes...! Right away. Slurp..."
"No, idiot!! I mean bring me some to drink."
Baek Sejun frantically yanked down my pants and shoved his face between my legs. What the hell was that? I yelled, and only then did he scramble off to fetch it.
"Here..."
"Set it there and—wait, no, sit here."
I was gonna plop him next to me and keep fondling those squishy cheeks, but seeing him naked like that suddenly made me want to crush this cute little body in a hug. Was it my surging libido lately? Who knows.
Baek Sejun obediently climbed onto my lap as ordered. Being naked, the fresh boyish feel of his butt pressed right against my thigh.
Sniff... haa...
"Um, hey..."
I took in his scent first. Someone once said men are like wine. Curious if it held true, I inhaled him like sampling a vintage before savoring the body—boyish baby smell, fresh pussy juices from multiple women, cum, sweet candy, my cigarette smoke... all mixed together.
-Slurp, smack.
"That tickles..."
After the scent, time to taste. I licked along his thin, pale neckline. Good thing that bitch didn't force him to eat her out. No gross pussy aftertaste. His neck was salty with my flavor all over it. Probably sweat or some other fluids.
I kneaded his completely hairless inner thighs, then lightly stroked the dick plastered flat against his belly from all the service.
"Ngh..."
"You. Aren't you way too sensitive?"
Baek Sejun was such a slut. That's why he'd been letting women ride his cock long before we met. First time I saw him, he reeked of pussy all over—I treated him like dirt back then. Made me wanna puke just looking at him.
But once I saw that pristine white flesh underneath... it didn't matter anymore. That flesh was begging to be fucked, making hot juices leak from below.
Anyone who wouldn't devour a body this fuckable and calls it 'used goods' is the weirdo.
It's easier to think of him not as a man, but as mere property. The kind you can lend out easily, no emotional attachment needed.
"Lisa-nim's pussy feels so much betterrr!!"
"Ow, ah, it huuuurts!!!"
"Oops, sorry."
I'd unconsciously hugged Baek Sejun too tight. Why? Did his nonsense—words he wouldn't even mean—get under my skin for real?
No way.
Baek Sejun's been addicted to my pussy for ages. It's on another level from some demon realm slut who's fucked hundreds or thousands of guys. It's common knowledge: inexperienced women are the best in bed. You know those pornos or novels where some tight virgin nerd steals your beloved boyfriend... yeah.
So no need to mind what Baek Sejun said. He was just deep in the act, spouting bullshit. Yeah, probably.
"Ugh, you always do this stuff... you're such a jerk."
...Probably. ***
"Why the sudden order to wash up?"
He used to sniff my cock and say disgusting shit like I should only shower every three days so he could eat my pussy fresh. What changed? He urgently commanded me to wash my body very thoroughly.
"Do I really smell that bad?"
It does kinda stink, though... They say you can't smell your own scent, so maybe it's worse than I think.
-Shhhh...
Hot water pours from the lion statue's mouth. Who'd have thought this world had facilities like a modern bathhouse? I was secretly impressed by their tech level.
"Ahh, this melts the fatigue away."
The hot water hitting my body drew a groan from my lips. Back home, I'd shower once a day... coming here ruined that habit, which sucks.
I finished up and stepped out of the bathroom. Han Seyoung stood there holding a towel, her red eyes looking down at me—gave me the chills.
"Wh-what...?"
"Brought you a towel."
Shit, that glare says she's pissed. Did she hear me muttering earlier? Well, she torments me every day anyway.
"Nah, I'll dry you off. C'mere."
"Y-yes...!"
Han Seyoung meticulously wiped every drop from my body with the white towel. Starting from my back, then neck, limbs, and especially the insides of my thighs... she was thorough there.
"Baek Siwoo."
"Yes."
"How long you gonna keep calling me so stiffly? Call me noona from now on."
"N-noona...?"
"I'm older than you, so noona."
I knew that, but acting all buddy-buddy out of nowhere? Ridiculous. What kind of noona saddles her acquaintance with massive debt via a scam contract?
"Yes, noona."
"Ahem..."
Guess I had to play along. I put some cutesy aegyo into my voice. Han Seyoung seemed to like it, coughing and turning her head.
But it's gross, so no more of that.
Felt like it stripped away my manly dignity. Didn't wanna use that tone anymore.
I'll slowly get close like this, lower her guard, then make her fall for me hard again.
I'd been too hasty before. Even if she likes me, who wouldn't pull away from constant orders? Even faint affection could vanish.
Han Seyoung's attitude shows she still has feelings for me. She just dried me off so carefully, right? That's affectionate touch.
I'll train her slowly and turn her into my personal cocksleeve. I was even gonna marry her myself, but daring to do that to me?
Scratching up my pride like that—unforgivable. Back in my world, she'd be a one-punch nothing, yet she pinned me down and raped me?
"Hey, what're you thinking."
"N-nothing... ehehe..."
"You curse me out?"
"Absolutely not?!"
Damn, her instincts are sharp... I lied coolly to her face.
"Yeah? Get dressed in the clothes I prepped. Got a job for you."
Sucker fell for it. Han Seyoung swayed her pretty ass as she headed to the living room. I changed into the outfit she'd left at my feet.
A moment later, I followed her out. She was staring at me intently with a solemn face, cigarette in her mouth.
"Fwooo... Right. Your next job is seducing this woman."
Han Seyoung tossed a few photos in front of me. This world never ceases to amaze—modern stuff amid the medieval vibes.
"Dragon Princess, Elizabeth Goldsun. She's next in line for emperor."
"P-princess...?!"
"Yeah, princess. Seduce her at the ball in a few days."
"Whaaat...?"
Wasn't she the one into me?