313. Sex Friend (8)

There was a reason why fantasies remained just fantasies.

When you try to replicate food that looks incredibly delicious on YouTube, it actually tastes good, but… it’s like the dirty dishes pile up sky-high.

Enjoying the kind of play I only dreamed of in my fantasies was momentary, but unfortunately, the cleanup was anything but.

My whole body was covered in dirt, my palms were slightly scraped from hitting a tree, my already damp panties were now sticky, and what’s worse, as the heat subsided, I started shivering uncontrollably from the cold.

It was a good thing the Master at least had a thin pack of wet wipes… otherwise, I would have had to put my dirty clothes back on.

It was really, really thrilling, but,

I don’t want to do it again.

…Brushing off the dirt while constantly glancing around, worried someone might hear us, is f*ing embarrassing.

“…….”

“…….”

Of course, perhaps I wasn’t the only one who found the cleanup arduous, because the Master walked alongside me the whole way back without saying a word, matching my pace.

It felt a bit unsettling that he suddenly calmed down and became affectionate after getting so worked up just moments ago, but the Master was always this kind of person, so it didn’t feel out of place.

Except when his desires burst out like just now, he’s usually a nice guy, isn’t he?

He sometimes buys me snacks, lets me rest if I say I’m sick, and even when he caught me lying about going out to play, he just scared me instead of actually firing me…

Ah, that last one wasn’t because he was nice.

It’s just that he couldn’t find another part-timer like me…

“Want to go in first?”

“Huh? Yes?”

“I said go in first. I’m going to stop by the convenience store for a bit.”

“Ah…, yes.”

Feeling a strange mix of emotions, I reached the front door and unlocked it. The Master stopped abruptly without stepping inside, sending me in alone.

I flinched for a moment when I heard ‘convenience store’, but it seemed he was planning to go himself this time, not me.

…I’m sure he bought condoms and underwear earlier, so what is he trying to buy now?

Half worried, half expectant that he might be planning something strange again, I groaned internally and went inside the house first, closing the door.

Even though I’d roughly wiped myself with wet wipes, the faint smell of dirt lingered unpleasantly, so I hurriedly washed my body first. As I came out of the bathroom, shaking my hair dry.

Beep beep beep beep.

“Ah….”

“What are you covering? Now of all times.”

“No, but still….”

“What on earth are you embarrassed about?”

Clack.

Just then, the Master returned, flung open the front door, looked at my naked body like a raw chicken once again, and placed the plastic bag he was holding on the floor.

His attitude seemed so familiar that I felt foolish for unnecessarily covering myself, and though I was a bit embarrassed,

seeing the Master throw off his clothes and head into the bathroom without any hesitation, I found myself agreeing with his words that there was no need to be ashamed.

…Indeed, after doing that kind of thing outside.

There’s no need to be embarrassed about showing my naked body now…

“…?”

I’m sure I closed the door.

How did he unlock the door and come in?

Purely out of curiosity, I followed him into the bathroom without thinking.

“Um, Master….”

“….”

“How the door lock… Ah, wait, that’s not what I meant!”

…I thought he had calmed down, but.

Encountering the Master’s desire, still overflowing right in front of me,

I was held in his arms once again.

After all the effort I’d put into cleaning myself, I ended up dirtying my body once again.

It was warmer than doing it outside, and I didn’t have to worry about being seen.

The thrill was less intense, but this, in its own way, wasn’t bad either.

**

After that… well, not exactly ‘a lot’, but after one intense session.

“…Is it okay to just memorize someone else’s password like that?”

“You showed me.”

“I never did.”

We both changed clothes and sat at the dining table, trying to erase this crazy memory with alcohol.

…The Master had bought stuff from the convenience store.

Fruit soju, and snacks too.

Contrary to my expectation that he might have bought something suspicious again from the convenience store, there was nothing particularly strange inside the plastic bag.

Except for a cotton t-shirt and shorts suitable for changing into, it was just full of alcohol.

Anyway, I don’t think I could fall asleep like this, even if I died and came back to life…

Rather, borrowing some drunkenness to fall asleep didn’t seem like a bad idea.

…Sober, I feel like I’d keep jolting awake even while lying in bed.

What I did outside keeps creeping into my head since earlier…

“Anyway, let’s put that aside… You went too far earlier, Master.”

“You were begging me to do it.”

“I never did! You were the one pushing me from the beginning…”

“…Try refusing even once before saying that.”

“Shit…”

So, even though I haven’t had that many drinks yet, I diligently pretend to be drunk and gulp down the constantly refilled soju glass.

Sigh, shit. It’s damn bitter.

At least the fruit flavor and sweetness are strong, so I’m drinking diligently, but I have to munch on snacks to drink the next glass.

Still, this has a high alcohol content, so maybe I’ll just pass out if I finish one bottle…?

“Khaaa. Ah, really… You perverted bastard.”

“It’s a bit funny hearing that kind of talk come out of your mouth.”

“What?! I am a pervert… and you’re a perverted bastard too, Master. …Don’t you know normal people can’t do that kind of thing to a woman?”

“Everyone wants to do it. They just can’t.”

“What are you talking about, seriously. What kind of man in the world wants to do that kind of thing outside…”

“Want to check?”

But the Master, who looked like he could handle a hell of a lot of alcohol, was playing with me. Before I knew it, he slyly came beside me, stroked the back of my hand, and snatched my phone away.

Then he unlocked it using my face, diligently fiddled with both his phone and mine alternately.

“If you upload it, you’ll know. …Whether you’re really not interested.”

“Ah, wait…”

“Just kidding. …You figure it out yourself.”

“…”

Before I knew it, he had transferred the photos taken outside earlier to my phone, prepared them right up to the point of uploading them to a newly created Twitter account, and handed the phone back to me.

…He wants me to upload it myself, doesn’t he?

This person knows exactly what I want.

“…What the hell.”

“I uploaded it. …Though nobody will see it anyway.”

“Aren’t you embarrassed by this kind of thing, though?”

“What? Anyway, the picture quality is terrible because it’s out of focus, my face isn’t even in it. And since it’s a newly made account, nobody will know who it is, right?”

“You’re really crazy.”

“What are you saying, Master, after threatening me? …You made Jia do this kind of thing too, didn’t you?”

“…”

He was the kind of man who had made that ‘Seo Jia’ do the same thing in the first place.

It’s not like I know for sure, but maybe he’s making Hinami or Haeun unnie do similar things too.

If you think about it that way, there shouldn’t be any problem with an ordinary person like me uploading a few sex tweets.

The reason I recognized Jia on Twitter was actually because I recognized the Master first, not Jia.

If I get caught, I might be a little embarrassed, and I might not be able to lift my head at school, but… Ah, whatever.

It’s fine as long as I don’t get caught.

If I deny it, that’s enough, hmm hmm.

“Why? Are you surprised because I obey you obediently, unlike someone else?”

“Yeah.”

“Pfft… Well, I’m not an idol or a YouTuber. I’m just a normal college student, right? I like sexy things a bit, I like games and anime too. I like baseball too. I’m just a homebody otaku, so I can secretly upload lewd pictures, as long as I don’t get caught.”

“You upload cosplay photos f*ing diligently on your Twitter. Aren’t you quite famous for someone like you?”

“That too… I upload them so no one can recognize my face, right? You probably wouldn’t know who it is just by looking at the photos, Master?”

“That’s why last time at the event, f*ing dazzlingly holding a spear…”

“Aack, that’s a bit…!”

Gaining some strange confidence, I talked back to the Master confidently and teased him. This wicked man suddenly brought up past events and started stabbing daggers into my heart.

…Please don’t mention that incident.

Imagine my feelings when I skipped my part-time job after diligently putting on makeup and lying, only to suddenly run into someone I knew…

“Do you still have the clothes you wore back then at home?”

“…Yes.”

“Want to try wearing them?”

“……”

…I wish he’d understand.

How embarrassed I was back then.

Getting photographed and threatened like that,

…how many times I’ve fantasized about being f*ed against my will.

“Why? Wearing them isn’t difficult. It’s just a kimono…”

“Um, Master.”

“Yeah.”

“…You’re not an otaku, are you?”

“I’ve played games casually, so I know?”

“Haa…”

This person doesn’t know.

…He just likes lewd things, he doesn’t understand the otaku mindset like mine.

My otaku soul doesn’t want to be violated…

…It wants the noble and haughty Shogun I’m roleplaying to be taken roughly… grunts.

“Why? Don’t you like it?”

“Forget it. …It seems like it wouldn’t be fun doing it in front of a normal person like you, Master.”

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about, but the clothes piled up in my house alone are more than yours…”

“That’s not it… Sigh… That’s why muggles just don’t get it.”

“…What are you saying, you f*ing otaku.”

You stupid kid, you don’t even know how arousing that is.

…I wish you’d enjoy normal lewd things too, and figure this out yourself.

And yet, it’s too pathetic to explain it myself.

Call me that… um.

…while calling me.

I wish you’d do it bang bang.

Impossible, impossible.

I could never say this out loud, even if I died and came back to life.

“…”

…Until the Master figures it out himself.

Never.

Impossible.