205. Alt Account (2)

Kim Wonbu-ssi, gulping down beer after finishing his daily quests, had recently picked up a new hobby besides gaming and idol fandom.

It was rummaging through Tweets for his daily fodder.

Although Kim Wonbu-ssi had been engrossed in 2D after his breakup, it seemed he’d found a new fetish after enjoying an offline event recently.

It wasn’t surprising, considering the first cosplayer he saw that day was a woman with crazy tits.

From that point on, Wonbu-ssi started following all sorts of cosplayers on Tweets, naturally stumbling into lewd accounts and enjoying a rather fulfilling life.

“Hmm…”

Of course, it goes without saying, but there aren’t that many truly stunning beauties lurking in the darkest corners of Tweets.

They’re usually over-edited, or their faces are completely covered.

But Kim Wonbu-ssi, who enjoyed 2D content just fine, didn’t place much importance on what the real person looked like.

His mindset was, ‘I have no intention of seeing them in real life anyway, so what does it matter?’

Besides, the woman who left the biggest impression had amazing looks too, so he could use her as a benchmark.

She had a boyfriend openly by her side, but… what did it matter? He couldn’t date her anyway.

In fact, associating with the so-called alpha males suited Wonbu-ssi’s tastes far better than dating sweaty pigs or skinny anchovies.

“…Oh.”

In that sense, this Tweet he just found was a picture that perfectly matched Wonbu-ssi’s taste.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t a cosplay photo, but a nude picture that would definitely get him banned if posted on public communities.

It showed a black-haired woman lying face down on the bed, with a man with fucking huge muscles ramming her from behind.

The woman had curves so beautiful, one might think she could be a model.

The man’s physique was so impressive, it made one suspect he was on steroids, easily earning the approval of the rather discerning Wonbu-ssi.

Although their genitals weren’t visible due to the angle and the image quality wasn’t great, their bodies were so insane that Wonbu-ssi unconsciously saved the photo.

What was curious, though, was that the man’s hands were both placed on her hips.

It was unclear if someone else took the picture or if he’d propped his phone up, but Wonbu-ssi, without a moment’s hesitation, interpreted it in the hornier way possible and followed the account.

“Hmm…”

Browsing through the Tweets with a dead-serious expression, Wonbu-ssi was slightly disappointed by the smaller-than-expected number of posts.

The follower count was just under 200, and they were following only one person.

Of course, gaining this many followers with only three Tweets suggested growth, but it was still disappointing for the currently horny Wonbu-ssi.

Even a 10-second GIF would have been greatly appreciated and put to good use.

Unable to shake off his disappointment, Wonbu-ssi replayed similar photos, licking his lips, when suddenly, thanks to his brain working more wisely than usual, he had a brilliant idea.

“…Is this person her boyfriend?”

Following only one person.

Looking at the account description, and the Tweets containing not a single word…

It didn’t seem like she was looking for someone to fuck out of sheer lust, nor was she trying to make money.

If a woman like that is following only one person, logically, wouldn’t that be her boyfriend?

The thought struck Wonbu-ssi as highly plausible, so without hesitation, he navigated to the account she was following, intending to check out the guy.

However, upon visiting the account, he was surprised to find absolutely no Tweets posted.

It had followed dozens of lewd accounts, similar to his own, and only a few people had mutual follows.

Wonbu-ssi pondered what kind of account it could be, and after much thought, concluded that his initial guess was correct.

Obviously, there’d be no reason to follow an account with no posts unless it was a boyfriend or a sex partner.

“Hmm…”

Having finished his deductions, Wonbu-ssi reverted to his lust-driven monkey self and peered into the unknown woman’s Tweets.

…Her body and skin were still astonishing, no matter how many times he looked.

Of course, it was probably all filters, but even accounting for that, it was hard to tear his eyes away from those fucking incredible curves and her completely flat stomach.

Her breasts were even a satisfyingly hefty size.

Plus, that cute little heart tattoo on her lower abdomen was fucking hot, making Wonbu-ssi unwilling to give up.

Even her pussy, blurred out by mosaic, hinted at being plump and soft from the visible outlines and unblurred parts, making him even more obsessed with this woman.

Still, he felt it was a waste to just masturbate looking at photos alone, and just as he was about to search for other ‘side dishes’…

“…Wow.”

He saw a freshly uploaded 4-second GIF.

Wonbu-ssi reflexively exclaimed,

…and sent a DM, something he’d never done on this account before.

‘Please post more.’

One to the female lead of the video.

And one to the likely male lead.

Both sent with admiration.

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My heart is pounding.

Especially because I know exactly what I’m doing right now.

The pressure of everything ending if I’m caught crushes my stomach and throat, making it hard even to breathe.

But I’ve grown accustomed to even that agonizing pain now.

…Because I figured out how to release it.

“Hoo… ugh…”

My hand, covered in foam, roughly caresses my clitoris before I exhale a hollow breath, releasing the pressure.

Her hair color is different.

Her skin tone is different.

I just uploaded a picture of a woman who looks nothing like me onto an anonymous account.

Thanks to Kang Joo-hyuk, who apparently has nothing better to do than edit and send me the entire 4-second video, I was able to erase my fear.

He probably wanted me to upload it myself, trembling in fear of getting caught and suffering.

But given how meticulously he edited it, when I think about it calmly, getting caught seems unlikely.

After all, he wouldn’t want this relationship exposed to the world either.

I gently stroke my calming heart a few times with my foamy hand, then drench my entire body in warm water, feeling completely liberated.

“Haa…”

As the warm water soaked my hair, my already relaxed body felt even more languid.

The more I think about it, the more it seems like a transgression with absolutely no risk.

It was actually several times safer than the things I did without much sense of crisis before.

At least the photos he modified and sent me contained none of my clothes.

The public only knows my outward appearance anyway; they don’t know what’s hidden beneath.

Paradoxically, by hiding my exposed self and revealing the hidden parts, there was no way I’d get caught.

I know it’s a bit of self-justification, but it’s not so serious that I’m suffering from fear.

I just need to enjoy it secretly, like last time.

Holding a secret that no one else knows.

Instead of my supportive fans, I can curse back at those pouring their ugly desires onto me.

“…”

There’s no need to curse my fans anymore, nor feel self-loathing.

After finishing my shower with a lighter heart and picking up my phone, DMs had piled up as usual.

However.

-Please post more, it’s fucking hot.

…There was one DM with a rare display of politeness.

Seeing that DM, which seemed to be calling for an encore as if I were an idol, made my feelings incredibly complicated.

Should I consider this person my fan too?

If so, is he Seo Jia’s fan?

Or Seo Ye-eun’s fan?

Or perhaps a fan of the anonymous tweeter @bhunijmko?

Whichever it is, is there some kind of obligation I need to fulfill?

At least as an idol, I’m someone who survives thanks to the fans’ support and attention, but…

…Here, where nobody knows my name, someone like this loser wouldn’t be missed at all.

-Fuck off.

So, using words I could never utter to Seo Jia’s fans, no matter how hard I tried, I sent a scathing reply to the one person who had been polite to me.

Truly, judging by my character, it’s beyond trashy; it’s disgusting.

But that person digging through trash like this is probably no different from me, so I felt no pangs of conscience.

Maybe they’d even like it?

Every time I showed fear or disgust,

…just like Kang Joo-hyuk got intensely excited looking at my face.

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…How did this bastard figure it out?

Out of the blue, a DM arrived from an unknown account. Checking it, I found a plea begging for more GIFs.

For a moment, I wondered what bullshit this was, but sure enough, it was Seo Jia’s follower.

Curious about how they found me, I thought it through carefully and concluded they probably sent the DM here because it was the only account Seo Jia followed.

Knowing that doesn’t really mean anything, but it still left me with an icky feeling.

Moreover, judging by the DM alone, it was ambiguous whether I or Seo Jia was the target. Wanting to shake off that subtle discomfort, I started groping Haeun’s breasts as she sat next to the sofa.

“…”

Her nonchalant reaction, as if she were used to it by now.

I actually liked that casual attitude, so I even slipped my hand under her tank top, grabbing her firm breasts as if kneading dough.

…Admittedly, her breasts are far superior to those two’s.

Their size, the areolas, and the softness.

If my hands were average, Hinami’s would have been satisfying enough, but considering my large hands, even for a baseball player, her breasts were just right for me.

“…Joo-hyuk-ah. What are you having for dinner?”

“Ugh… Cream pasta?”

While casually caressing her breasts, I swallowed the milk that suddenly came to mind and mentioned another dish made from it.

Haeun gave me a strange look the moment I spoke, but that only made me stare back at her defiantly and shamelessly.

“What.”

“…After doing that with Hinami and Jia when I wasn’t around, are you craving milk now that they’re gone?”

“No, it’s not like that.”

“If you want to eat it that badly, go ahead. Here. Eat up.”

But Haeun, visibly sulking after looking through my phone, climbed on top of me, pulled down my tank top, offered her breasts, and provoked me.

…Of course, it would probably taste incredibly sweet if I sucked on them.

Having literally been milked dry for two days straight, I wanted a break, so instead of sucking on her nipples, I settled for hugging her tightly.

“That’s because I haven’t seen them much. …Honestly, I have them often with you.”

“…If you don’t plan on doing anything, then stop touching my breasts.”

“I have the intention, it’s just that my body is tired.”

“I’m sure.”

All I could do for Haeun, who was still grumbling and acting sulky, was to praise her.

After all, I couldn’t put down the other women.

…Unless she tripped and fell all by herself.