214. Exposure (6)

With the start of the semester looming, waking up with an unpleasant feeling, Mr. Kim Wonbu, who looked at his phone the moment he got up, heard terrible news in broad daylight.

“…What the fuck.”

It was because the lewd Twitter account he enjoyed following had disappeared.

In my life, I hadn’t seen a body I liked more than that of Seo Jia, the idol, and when such a honey pot of an account vanished overnight, Mr. Kim Wonbu couldn’t help but lament.

After a silent scream, Mr. Wonbu, shedding tears inwardly, grieved, regretting whether he might have caused the account deletion by sending a DM.

“Ha…”

Had I cut open the goose that lays golden eggs with my own hands?

Though I’ll never know the truth, the more I imagined such things, the heavier Mr. Wonbu’s heart grew.

It would have been one thing if I had cut open its stomach and gotten at least one golden egg, but that wasn’t the case.

Unable to endure the emptiness left by the sudden disappearance of a pleasure that was absolutely not trivial, Mr. Wonbu wandered endlessly in search of another golden egg, starting from broad daylight.

But no matter what he looked at, it couldn’t compare to that now-vanished, sparkling golden egg.

In the end, thanks to getting up and staring at crap like this without even eating, Mr. Wonbu, having only accumulated self-loathing, set off to find a somewhat similar substitute as a consolation.

That was none other than Seo Jia’s fancam video.

Actually, Mr. Wonbu had always liked the idol Seo Jia, and the reason he obsessed over that Twitter account was because she had a similar body type to Seo Jia.

Of course, no matter how much of an idiot Mr. Wonbu was, he wasn’t so crazy with lust that he’d masturbate just from watching a fancam.

His goal was merely to watch the video intently with serious eyes, and then treat her, now unattainable and unknown, like sour grapes.

But even while watching the idol, arguably the sexiest in Korea, the strange sense of dissatisfaction didn’t disappear.

Perhaps it was because the woman’s figure, downloaded onto his SSD, seemed a bit more slender than Seo Jia seen in the video.

It might have been editing, but perhaps her skin was smoother and fairer too.

The important thing was that even that Seo Jia couldn’t satisfy him at all.

Unable to fill this lacking feeling at all, Mr. Wonbu turned his attention to AV, wandered endlessly, realized even that was lacking something, and put down his phone.

It was because he unexpectedly realized that the male actor also affected his arousal.

Finally, only after turning his eyes westward could Mr. Wonbu discard his worldly, futile desires. It was only after noon had passed that he was reveling in unprecedented self-loathing while eating leftover chicken from yesterday, reheated in the air fryer.

“…”

Tearing into the dry chicken breast, Mr. Wonbu, who had resolved to go to the gym starting tomorrow, sighed deeply while stroking his own belly, where not even a trace of muscle could be found anymore.

Because no matter how hard he exercised, it seemed impossible to become like the man in the video before turning thirty.

Mr. Wonbu, who had been lamenting the absurdity of the world, quickly changed his mind upon tearing into the remaining chicken leg after finishing the breast, and mentally cancelled his gym membership refund.

…No matter how much I thought about it.

It seemed more realistic for the man in the video to create a new girlfriend account for me.

**

I’m fucking tired.

Come to think of it, since I was doing ‘that thing’ all day right after work ended, it’s only natural that I’m tired.

Still filled with anxiety that was difficult to shake off, I left Haeun, sleeping beside me, and scoured all the online communities.

I had hoped it would pass without any mention.

On one anonymous site, I found mention of what happened yesterday.

And not just anywhere.

It was Seo Haeun’s minor gallery, which I had temporarily set up.

Anyone see the gallery owner after the broadcast ended yesterday?

After the hosting ended, when I checked, the broadcast wasn’t turned off.

Since no one appeared on the cam, I just turned it off, but did anyone happen to see?

One of the few witnesses, including Hwang Soo-ah.

But the tone suggested they didn’t know what had happened.

However, not a single comment had been posted.

The view count was also in the single digits.

Well, it made sense, as it was originally a dead place where maybe one post appeared a day.

The important thing was whether I deleted this post or not.

If I left it be, people might find this post someday, and strange rumors could start rolling.

But if I deleted it, the witness might harbor strange suspicions.

“Mmm…?”

As I was holding my phone and worrying since morning, half-naked, Haeun, similarly clad only in her underwear and tossing and turning, woke up and clung to my back.

“…What are you doing first thing in the morning?”

“Oh, it’s not that. …Hey, what are you doing.”

Her skin, so soft it was almost too soft, gently crept onto mine, she exhaled a breath, looked over my shoulder at the phone, and snatched it away.

Then she quickly moved away, typed something rapidly, and handed the phone back to me with a languid smile.

-Idiot ㅋㅋ Didn’t even record that. Obviously, she must have fucked with her boyfriend.

…A comment so honest it was almost cruel.

To scold Haeun, who still hadn’t realized the danger, I lowered my voice as much as possible and grabbed her bare shoulder.

“Are you crazy?”

“…I posted it so you’d delete it?”

But Haeun, caught by me, stared intently at me as if not worried at all and replied confidently.

Taking advantage of my momentary confusion at her attitude, she spun my nipples around a few times with her finger.

“Anyway, you’re the owner of that board, Joo-hyuk. …Since some strange person I don’t even know posted a mean comment, can’t you just delete the whole post?”

“…”

She continued speaking in a nonchalant voice, using strands of her long hair like a paintbrush to tickle my ear canal.

Haeun’s response seemed strangely plausible, so I nodded, my ears violated by the rustling sound.

Then Haeun flashed a grin, gently dropped the blanket, got up, climbed on top of me, and showered my earlobes with kisses, peck, peck.

“I’m not an idiot either. …I do a lot of ego searching?”

“…And someone like you causes an accident like that.”

“That was… a mistake even people who consistently broadcast didn’t know well. It happened because of a bug in the first place, so are you going to keep cursing me out?”

“I’m saying it because I’m worried about you.”

“Someone who’s worried would do that yesterday… Ah…!”

Because she was rubbing herself against me through just a layer of underwear since early morning, I couldn’t hold back any longer, grabbed her breasts tightly, and put my hands on her hips.

Then Haeun, making lewd sounds and swallowing hard, naturally fell onto me, pulling down her own panties along with my underwear.

“I have to go to work later, is it okay?”

“I can just do one less set.”

“You’ll lose muscle that way.”

“Doesn’t losing a bit of muscle here look prettier to women?”

“But if muscle decreases, you get weaker?”

“…”

“I hope our Master becomes like a deflated balloon, so much that lifting me is burdensome, even lifting me up for sex… Kyaak! Hey. Say something before getting up…!”

I swiftly lifted Haeun, who was eager to be fucked since early morning, and used her body as she wished.

She was a little stiff, and there was no doubt she felt a bit tight due to the morning.

Thanks to the warm fleshlight, who now skillfully clung tightly to my body, not thinking of letting go.

I was able to lift 50kg weights, sweating profusely since morning.

At the gym, I could lift weights about four times heavier than this without difficulty, but this felt strangely exhausting.

The feeling of being ‘cleaned’ in the bathroom after sweating was thrilling as always.

…I almost…

Forgot to delete the post.

**

“Ah, Boss…”

“…Yeah, alright.”

Still feeling that thrill, I went to work without thinking, but seeing the face I should be truly grateful for, I suddenly came to my senses.

…Thinking about it, if it weren’t for her, I would have really fucked up.

Actually, my dick… was exposed.

Thinking that a subordinate employee found out about my private life, that was also a bit awkward.

Of course, would it be more awkward than showing my dick?

“Joo-hyuk-hyung! You’re here!”

“Please, stop calling me ‘hyung’ like that at the gym?”

“Oh my, Boss. You have arrived.”

“Ahaha…”

Before that awkward atmosphere lingered, a trainer popped out and broke the tension.

Thanks to that, I could also help clear the awkward air while grumbling, and Soo-ah, who was similarly awkward, also adjusted to the changed atmosphere and continued the conversation.

…Ha, managing people at my age is a damn hassle.

I pretended as much as possible that nothing happened, sent the trainer back inside, changed clothes, and spoke to Soo-ah at the counter.

“…Um, Boss?”

“About yesterday’s incident… thank you. Haeun asked me to tell you.”

“Ah…, …Yep.”

“Should I buy you a meal sometime? Together with her…”

“No, no, no, it’s okay…”

“No, I’ll treat you. What do you like again?”

“Ah, wait…!”

If you owe a debt, you have to repay it; it’s the right thing to do as a person.

Beyond that, it would be another disaster if she quit just because it’s awkward, especially since I haven’t even found a replacement yet.

I resolved to win her favor by throwing out empty words, naturally took out my phone, searched Hwang Soo-ah’s Instagram to find out what she liked to eat, and just as I was about to…

“…St-stop.”

She rushed at me, so flustered she was desperate, snatched my phone.

Trembling violently, she hid my phone behind her back.

…Why is she acting like this?

There’s no need to go that far…