068. Comparison (1)

It’s been about two weeks since that steamy sex.

Though nothing special happened, I was able to leisurely enjoy fulfilling days.

Since doing it every day would obviously get boring, it’s about once every 2-3 days.

But on the days we do it, it’s clingy and gooey.

Several times.

Sex so thick it felt like my uterus was filled to the brim with cum.

“Sit down. Stop your legs from shaking.”

“…Who do you think it’s because of, you idiot.”

“It’s been an hour since we finished, and you’re still like this?”

“You did it even while you were showering…!”

“I get it, I get it.”

“….”

Of course, even setting aside our sex life, the days were satisfying in many ways.

Haeun’s YouTube channel is also sailing smoothly.

And my stocks are still sailing smoothly, for now.

Originally, I was going to sell them all because of that crazy bitch, but after seeing the B-cuts she sent me on Telegram, I figured I could hold onto them a while longer.

The nurse outfit was kinda hot, though.

She said the exposure was much less, but apparently, she wore it in the music video too.

-Hello~ I’m Hinami, the main dancer for Girl’s Knight~

Just then, the girl who was barely covering her nipples on my phone appeared on TV.

Small but elegant curves.

A face that suited the word ‘innocent’ better than anyone.

Skin cleaner than her snow-white dyed hair.

She exuded an aura that made it hard to even talk to her, yet she captivated men just by smiling brightly.

There was no need to count how many men’s fantasies she had stripped down in.

Me, well…

I didn’t really need to.

“Hey, doesn’t she look better on screen than in person?”

“…It’s probably because she has good proportions. She’s short, so she’s not that great in person.”

Of course,

it wasn’t hard to imagine how much envy and jealousy she received from women, conversely.

Haeun’s younger sister, well, she has a certain cool vibe, so she probably has many female fans who ‘admire’ her, but…

I couldn’t see someone like Hinami being popular with women, no matter how I looked at it.

The way she acted cute enough that average looks wouldn’t cut it on broadcast, and…

the times she pretended to be spaced out or flustered were all actions likely to attract enemies.

She’s practically walking around with nine tails attached; it would be weirder if she had a good reputation with women.

“No, not proportions. Her face, her face. Seeing her in person, she was terribly pale, which was a bit disappointing.”

“When she wears heavy makeup, she tends to look washed out like that.”

Our Seo Haeun, who was glaring at me while tapping away on her phone on the sofa, was no different.

With her self-esteem in this state thanks to her successful younger sister, she had no reason to look favorably upon Hinami, who stood in a similar position.

She’d been mocked since the first time they met.

Normally, whether those two got along or not wouldn’t be my business, but the situation had changed a bit now.

The fact that I had Hinami’s video meant Hinami also had my video.

If I messed up my conduct, it wouldn’t be strange to be reported by the Landlady and kicked out in the middle of the night.

Well… that crazy bitch wouldn’t risk her own downfall for it, but…

There’s always the ‘what if’.

“Then you’ll have to wear makeup like that when you film later, too.”

“…You crazy bastard. Are you talking about sex again….”

Giving up on Haeun would be an option if things got desperate, but I didn’t want to choose that path.

I wanted to touch those soft titties whenever I felt bored.

Hinami is just appealing because of her name value, really.

Honestly, she’s not someone I’ll be seeing for long, and I don’t want to invest that much for a woman who’s at best a fuck buddy.

Compared to her, Haeun…

I want to continue this relationship for a bit longer.

“No, I meant YouTube, you idiot. You’ll have to show your face eventually, won’t you?”

“…Why would I show my face?”

“I’ve told you countless times that it’d be stupid not to show your face if it’s that good.”

“No way. I’ve filmed so much in weird outfits, why would you tell me to reveal my new stuff now?”

“Just keep it in mind for now.”

“I won’t.”

In the first place, even though I hadn’t figured out how I’d make a living yet, I had already planned out how Seo Haeun would.

It’s something any decent guy with a dick could think of, not necessarily me, but anyway.

Of course, I have no intention of leeching off her later.

I know all too well how troublesome it gets when the man becomes the subordinate in a relationship.

“Ah, well, okay. Let’s talk about this later.”

“…And don’t talk about YouTube after work.”

“Why?”

“Because… it reminds me of that weird kimono and it annoys me?”

“What’s wrong with the kimono? There was no exposure besides the legs.”

“You put that bamboo in my mouth and… fuck…!”

“So you didn’t like it?”

“….”

Haeun’s success is purely for her mental care and to more satisfyingly fulfill my desires.

If I just kept her locked up in a corner and fucked her, she’d definitely break down.

It’s much hotter to possess a woman who’s recognized by others.

“You’re doing it because it turns you on, putting that bamboo or gag in my mouth. Are you just going to film one or two videos in the outfits you bought and throw them away?”

“…It’s only good for you, you bastard.”

“There you go again. I remember how you used to tremble every time you got fucked.”

“You son of a bitch, then fuck me slower!”

Trying to fit Hinami into this relationship somehow is the same.

She’s a woman recognized by others,

A woman men look up to, wanting just to hold her hand,

And she’s an excellent means to protect Seo Haeun’s mental state.

“Fuck, I… I take my meds. You don’t complain even when I cum inside, so why can’t I just be normal normally?”

“Okay, okay. I won’t tease you, so stop hitting me.”

“You son of a bitch… You don’t even pretend to be hurt, damn it….”

“Alright, so stop getting angry. You’re spending so much money on your skin these days; if you keep getting stressed, it’ll all be wasted money, you know?”

“…Kang Joo-hyuk, you’re the one who keeps causing me stress.”

“And I relieve it just as much.”

“…”

The inferiority complex lodged in the corner of Haeun’s heart doesn’t disappear easily.

I know firsthand how the team atmosphere gets dampened when you leave someone riddled with inferiority complex unchecked.

And I know the methods to relieve it well,

having learned them by glancing around.

“…If you get too worked up, just tell me. I’ll lie down and sleep for a day, but I’ll keep it standing for you.”

“…You crazy bastard.”

“It’s easier if you think of it as a dildo, isn’t it?”

“Where is there a dildo that moves on its own, you crazy bastard….”

“There’s a 26-year-old who claims to be 17, so what’s the big deal?”

“….”

“Well, looking at your face, you could pass for under 20? You look younger than your sister, don’t you?”

“…She just looks strangely old, that’s why….”

Of course, this kind of talk can’t solve everything.

No matter how much I flatter her with sweet talk, if she doesn’t believe it herself, the entrenched inferiority complex can’t be extracted.

It’s also impossible for her to succeed enough not to feel inferior.

Even hitting a million or ten million subscribers on YouTube isn’t the same as being a popular idol.

“Hey, damn it, but if you look younger than someone who makes a living off their face, you’re still considered young-looking. Even if a 20-year-old looks old, they’re still around 25.”

“….”

“…Want to do it in school uniforms again? The kimono was cumbersome and a bit uncomfortable.”

“You perverted bastard….”

No matter how tenderly I kiss her,

no matter how much I act like I love her while having sex,

that deep-rooted inferiority complex won’t disappear unless she tramples someone all day.

I was the same.

I pitched with the thrill of catching those guys who got paid more than me and were better.

Even if I get beaten, I win 70% of the time.

Without crushing someone better than me under myself like that, I can’t feel relieved.

“Ah, wait. I think I got a text.”

“…From who?”

“Want to see the text? Your eyes are full of doubt.”

“What… what am I?”

“Here, look. Don’t pretend you’re not curious.”

“No, I… …What is this?”

“Her, the one we saw on TV earlier. Hinami.”

“….”

But I have no intention of being trampled or being the one to trample.

Then, inevitably,

“She’s a busy girl, but she went out of her way to invite me… it’d be rude to refuse, right?”

“Are you serious…?!”

“Want to come too?”

“…What?”

“You won’t believe me even if I say I’m not going… So just come. If you come and talk to her directly, she probably won’t contact me anymore.”

…I have no choice but to throw in someone who will be trampled and trample instead of me.

Well, she’ll probably love it.

There won’t be any victims, though.

If I had to say,

maybe the fans who suck up to that crazy bitch would be the victims.

“I don’t plan on dating multiple women either, you know? I’m not planning on cheating. So, if it really bothers you, come with me. If you say no, I won’t have sex with anyone else.”

“…Don’t talk about cheating. We’ve never dated.”

“Ah, well, let’s gloss over that… So, are you coming or not?”

“….”

How attractive and superior a woman Seo Haeun herself is,

explaining that to her couldn’t be done with my words alone.

It’s not just me; it’s the same for others too.

No matter how many stupid bastards leave sexually harassing comments,

or how creepily they praise every inch of her thigh skin in anonymous spaces,

…she won’t know unless she feels it herself.

By looking at bodies inferior to her own.

She needs to laugh and mock them.

Only then can she understand.

Just how sexy a woman she is.