Random Chat Bait
“[Me: Are your tits big?]”
“[Me: Nㅈ]”
“[Me: Oh… a perv?]”
The stranger left the chat.
“Ah, fuck.”
I was used to this kind of bait, but it still pissed me off every single time. The chat connected again.
I hit “Yes” without thinking and waited for the next connection.
“…Another sausage fest today.”
If I got lucky and actually met a real girl on random chat, sweet-talked her a bit, and scored even one tit pic, that would be more than enough material for today’s jerk-off session.
“Haa…”
The stranger connected. I lay back properly on my bed and started typing with something close to reverence.
“Haa…”
I didn’t have high hopes. Most of the time it was either a guy or a guy pretending to be a girl. I knew that, yet I kept coming back anyway.
Maybe this one was playing the innocent newbie. The familiar script made my head throb.
Still, that tiny “what if” lingered. What if this person really was new? What if she was actually a girl? So instead of leaving right away, I played along for a bit.
Guy pretending to be a girl. That was my working theory. Had to be.
Why did guys even pretend to be girls? I didn’t care about their reasons. I was just tired of it. So I decided to flip the script and pretend to fall for it.
It was midsummer. Nowhere was going to be cool.
The question hit the core. I asked without hesitation.
Assuming it was a guy, I figured he’d leave. That would feel like I won.
Surprisingly, the person kept playing along. I’d tried pretending to be a girl once out of curiosity, but the gross follow-up questions made me leave immediately. This stranger didn’t leave. Either they had a strong stomach or they just enjoyed messing with people.
The calm in the replies was telling. No anger at my taunts. Either the tits really were huge or it was a guy who took zero damage.
A real guy would’ve left the second I said “proof.” If it was someone seriously fishing, they might steal a photo. Stolen pics were fine too—I could still jerk off to them. And if, by some miracle, it really was a girl… well, that would be even better.
“…Gulp.”
No reply yet. Like an idiot, I was already rock hard from the usual bait. That tiny, shameful hope was back. Typical guy behavior.
They should’ve left by now. No point continuing this low-value conversation.
Something felt off. I was starting to think the stranger might actually be a girl.
“Oh…” Same age. Whether it was true or not, I didn’t know. I still didn’t know if they were a guy or a girl. But hearing we were the same age made me oddly happy. The thought that they might really be a girl had already filled my head, so it hit different.
Like hell I was showing my ID. I just wanted to hear “oppa.”
The stranger really seemed like a girl, but a bratty one. I just wanted her to quietly send the tit pic already.
“…Gulp.”
We were back to the earlier topic. Instinct told me that if I played this right, I might actually get a tit pic.
My hands moved frantically. My modest goal had expanded to seeing not just her tits but her pussy too.
I didn’t think she was stupid enough to actually drop her address. I was wrong.
A screenshot of what looked like a tteokbokki shop from the internet. Not a franchise—just a local place. The name, the address, the exterior… all of it looked way too familiar.
“Whoa…”
My blood ran cold. My heart started pounding.
That was too specific to be a joke. It was an order I knew by heart.
My hands shook as I complained.
I could go. It wouldn’t even take thirty minutes. But the sense of déjà vu was overwhelming—the shop, the address, the errand itself.
“Whoa, fuck…”
She didn’t seem to realize I lived near that shop. I hadn’t realized it either until now.
“Haa…”
I took a deep breath, gathered my scattered clothes, and started getting dressed.
I swallowed hard.
“Haa, fuu… haaa…”
My breathing grew rough with excitement. My heart pounded against the heat wrapping around my body, and my palms were slick with sweat.
She had no idea. It might just be a coincidence. But there was only one way to find out. And now was the time to check.