309. Sex Friend (4)

I can’t just let someone like that loose on society.

No matter how I think about it, I’m the only one who can handle this kind of person.

Other women… they wouldn’t be able to endure his desires, not even if they died and came back to life.

Ye-eun is no different,

and neither is that Hwang Soo-ah.

They might enjoy a brief escape…

but that’s all it would be.

“It’s been a while. Have you all been well?”

“What are you talking about? Seo Haeun. Stop rambling and sit down, eat this bread. It’s damn sweet, I can’t eat much of it.”

“Haeun, you’ve been busy running around eating desserts with your boyfriend, so you can probably eat all the leftovers, right?”

“I don’t really like sweet things that much?”

“Shut up. Your Instagram feed looks damn sweet though.”

I finally had some free time… no.

It was awkward because I was on my period.

Instead of Joo-hyuk, I decided to meet up with my friends for a change.

If I just stayed cooped up at home, just fiddling with my own body and putting on a pained expression while holding back, it felt pathetic.

And if I tried to relieve myself using my breasts or other parts, I knew I’d have an even harder time holding back and would end up restless.

Normally, I would have called Ye-eun or Hinami, but I couldn’t do that right now.

If I left the house and left Joo-hyuk alone, it was obvious where he’d go,

and I didn’t exactly have any intention of stopping him.

…Even if it wasn’t particularly pleasant, he wouldn’t fall completely for her anyway.

“We’re not that lovey-dovey. My boyfriend and I.”

“Really? Just looking at your expression, you seem head over heels.”

“Isn’t it just because I’m pretty that I look that way?”

“…Has she finally lost it? She got a boyfriend and suddenly became so brazen.”

“Well, you guys were saying I was pretty too.”

“Yes, yes, understood. Our Haeun is sooo pretty, right?”

“Riiight.”

But when I chat with these friends, who live in the world of common sense, about trivial things, I sometimes wonder if I’ve truly gone insane… Ah, actually, I am insane, aren’t I?

To them, I probably look like a normal woman dating normally, living together normally, and preparing for marriage normally.

The guy who’s supposedly my boyfriend is actually my Master,

he seduced my younger sister and fucked her right in front of me,

and now he’s probably fucking his part-timer. If they knew that, what would they even say?

Would they console me, saying something like, ‘Why are you so unlucky with men?’?

“Anyway, you really hit the jackpot with your boyfriend. How did our Haeun turn into such a kind, demure, and devoted girl? I thought you’d be whining to us every day once you started dating.”

“Hey, it’s not that Haeun’s boyfriend is lucky, it’s that her boyfriend made her this way. If he were some mediocre guy, would she have acted like this?”

“Is that so?”

“…Be quiet, will you? Can’t you talk about anything other than my boyfriend?”

If I told them I’d allowed that…

Would they curse me out to get a grip, or would they be curious, asking how good he is?

…One thing’s for sure, no matter what they blabbered on about,

I had no intention of breaking up, no matter what happened.

“Then what do you talk about when you meet? Your YouTube… you can’t talk about work, right?”

“Why not? We can. Don’t I play the guitar well?”

“…You don’t just play the guitar, though.”

“Well, yeah. But… if you look like this, can’t you live a more comfortable life?”

“You’ve really changed a lot. You used to get damn angry when we said similar things.”

“It’s just, well… My way of thinking changed a bit after I started dating Joo-hyuk.”

“Just how much sex does your boyfriend have… Kyak……”

…Unlike my friend who quieted down after I shoved a honey bread into her mouth, it’s not specifically because of ‘sex’ that I’m like this.

That just naturally follows as part of sharing emotions.

The reason I’m obsessed with him isn’t anything else, but…

“Hey, you got a message.”

“…Hold on. I’ll check it.”

…It’s because of things like this.

Even when his girlfriend is just briefly away, meeting friends.

From his part-timer’s number.

…Messages like this fly in.

My life could never be boring.

**

…I fell for the sweet talk.

‘Don’t you want to secretly upload photos taken after sex?’

‘Just like how the President had Jia do it.’

‘Don’t you want to get attention secretly too, with your face covered?’

‘Even the famous Seo Jia wasn’t caught by anyone but you in the end, so there’s no way an ordinary person like you would get caught, right?’

The President scratched my vaginal wall one more time, gently prodding my fetish.

I fell for it, posing in front of the camera with my vagina full of semen.

…I’d probably never get to take pictures like this, except in front of the President, for the rest of my life.

Slightly lifting my swimsuit to reveal my nipples, doodling on my thighs dripping with semen.

Even making a heart on my chest, cheese….

“…Here.”

“….”

The President captured the unbelievably lewd photo on my phone and tossed the phone back to me.

Then, suppressing the pounding of my heart as I looked at the photo I received, I found the President on KakaoTalk with trembling hands.

…Since I was going to create a new private account to upload it anyway, it was okay for the President to have the original.

P-P-P-P…, Ah, here’s the President’s picture…

And so, I accidentally sent my lewd photo to someone whose name started with ‘P’ and had the President’s picture as their profile.

…Of course.

That profile picture also contained someone else.

“Aaaargh! Wait, I sent it to the wrong person…”

“What is it?”

There was one more person on my phone starting with ‘P’ besides the President.

…The Madam.

I got confused for a second because the profile picture was one taken with the President… But shouldn’t I not get confused about this?

Wait, wait, wait, there’s no way the President would have told me he was meeting me, right?

Even if those two do all sorts of things… they wouldn’t openly condone cheating, would they?

“What is it?”

“Uh, well, that, no…”

“…Hey.”

My heart sank so hard I thought it would hit the floor. Seeing my expression, the President hastily snatched my phone.

…Then, realizing who I had sent the photo to, he looked at me with genuinely furious eyes, unlike before.

Even though it was clearly a disaster, I was terrified by that sharp gaze, but…

…I wanted him to pounce on me right then and there.

“…Even if you make a mistake, there are some things you shouldn’t do. Be more careful…”

“I-It wasn’t a mistake.”

“What?”

“…I-I sent it on purpose? It’s wrong that the President is cheating…”

“………”

“A-And besides, the President isn’t even in the picture…? So…”

Without even having time to think, my mouth moved on its own, provoking the President,

causing his already furious brow to furrow deeply as I started rambling.

As the President approached with huffs of breath and an annoyed expression, I pretended to back away just a little.

“…Hey.”

“…”

“Spread ’em.”

“…”

With a voice that sounded like he could slap my cheek at any moment,

the President glared down at me menacingly, as if he could kill someone,

…Honestly,

he was perfectly my type.

“…Because you’re causing this shit, I won’t be able to go home today, so don’t blame me.”

The moment I heard that I wouldn’t be able to go home today.

I finally understood what it meant for one’s uterus to pound.

…Honestly admitting I took the pill,

made me regret it.

**

This fucking bitch…

Even though I was ramming my cock into her cunt, which was covered in semen, my anger wouldn’t subside.

Why the hell did she send it to Haeun, this crazy bitch…

I could maybe overlook sending it by mistake, but if you screw up, you should fix it.

She lied because she wanted to get fucked?

This crazy masochistic bitch…

“Fuck, seriously…”

“Heh… ♥”

Maybe it was because she’d been jamming a dildo inside herself so much, but there was no problem no matter how deep I rammed it in.

So whether she got ruined or her uterus got injured, it’s none of my business.

She begged me with her own mouth to do that to her,

spread her legs with her own hands, and pleaded for me to fuck her.

So even after I spanked her ass until her skin turned bright red, left bite marks all over her body, and covered her entire body except her face in semen, my anger wouldn’t subside.

…Because this masochistic bitch wasn’t reflecting at all; she was rejoicing with eyes glazed over.

Ha, fuck, seriously.

How the hell am I supposed to clean this up…

“…”

Even though she must have received the photo with its obvious meaning, Haeun only confirmed it and didn’t contact me at all.

…Of course, I didn’t think she wouldn’t know I was doing this, but knowing and her provoking me were different matters.

If I go home now, she’ll obviously get angry, asking what I’m doing messing around when I can’t even handle one part-timer.

Somehow, I need to get this masochistic bitch to bow her head and apologize, or at least get a picture of it…

“Heek…, P-President-nim……♡”

“Fuck, what.”

“Eh, ehehe…, Is it… over already…? Heek, you, you’re a loser…♡”

“…”

But this crazy bitch was seducing me with eyes clearly exhausted,

and her bright red ass swayed as if she were desperate to get fucked.

Even though I had already ejaculated inside her so much, I couldn’t resist every time she provoked me.

“Ett, are you really going to stop…? Ah, ahaha…, You’re such a fucking loser…, President-nim……♡”

…This crazy bitch. She won’t shut up unless I stick my dick in her.

Haeun was already so pent up because of her period.

Fucking bitch, seriously…

“If you don’t do it mo-more, I’ll tell Madam, and Haeun unnie that the President is a loser… Ooh…, Oooh……♡”

Before, I was seducing her half-jokingly.

This won’t do.

To tame this crazy bitch, I really need to do that.

Because just fucking her doesn’t seem to be enough.

…Just as you wish.

There’s no other way but to make you fucking famous.