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Episode 4: Self-Consolation.

What is your ideal type?

A question with such individual differences that if asked to 100 people, there would be 100 different answers.

However, one topic that everyone could agree on.

[Want to marry a man who masturbates.]

Posts popping up on communities at every opportunity.

From posts that people are tired of to genuinely sharing thoughts in a healthy manner.

[I want to consume real semen since size doesn’t matter. I have a high sex drive, so I want to make babies every three days.]

…Clarification was needed.

It was a post lacking decency, yet a fact that everyone could relate to.

However, the comments were in chaos.

Given that it was a topic forming the backbone of modern society.

Just being in a relationship was enough reason to be stoned, but…

To put it in terms borrowed from commonly known alpha female emails, the boyfriend was so sensitive that he’d get upset over trivial matters.

Of course, they weren’t born wanting to be like that.

But if you understand that, why would there be gender conflicts?

And thus was born the legend of the man who masturbates.

A man who, rather than saving a country in his past life, would need to save it a hundred times to be found. A mythical creature. It would be more convincing to say there’s a unicorn.

He was so rare that he could be metaphorically compared to that.

There were more reasons.

Not just the absence of sensitive periods.

He had qualities that drove women crazy.

That was his high sex drive.

For the average man, their sex drive wasn’t usually that high.

It must exist for species preservation, but compared to women, it was ridiculously low.

The man who masturbates.

It was too noble to call him a pervert.

He wasn’t just a man obsessed with women.

He was like a strange species that did things without caring about what others thought. Or perhaps a genius.

Having a sex drive meant he could make women happy in other words. Hence, it was enough to be every woman’s ideal type.

And it was just a story floating around in communities and society in general.

There was no man proudly proclaiming, “I’m the man who masturbates!” It became a kind of urban legend and ghost story.

The man who masturbates was said to be a giant and rumored to be able to have an erection more than twice in one night.

“Ah…”

Unbelievable talk.

Han Seyeon had thought that way before.

And when she caught a whiff of the pungent scent piercing her nose.

Subconsciously, she remembered the legend.

Naturally, odd information came to mind.

And, of course, the obvious fact also surfaced.

Han Seyeon slowly shook her head.

She could just look away, but her body twitched as if malfunctioning.

The trash can in sight.

It was a normal item containing tissues, but its condition was a bit off.

Moist and damp, it looked strangely infinite.

Even though Han Seyeon hadn’t dated much and hadn’t even seen a man’s thing, she was a woman with desires; this was the 21st-century South Korea, where most information was accessible via smartphones.

Men buy special underwear according to a monthly cycle. It might be uncomfortable, but shouldn’t they at least not leave stains?

In that sense, the identity of what was in the trash can was being declared like this.

I came out by masturbating!

After the confusing emotions, the situation that followed was perplexing. Han Seyeon, a man who masturbates?

The question of why she hadn’t noticed until now was far gone.

Her nose, which had been smelling dust and sweat from the construction site, twitched ecstatically. It couldn’t be compared to luxury perfumes.

If you were to judge, it was closer to something unpleasant.

However, that didn’t make her any less willing to take on the task. On the contrary, the addictive nature of it grew much stronger.

Each breath she took seemed to send a tingling sensation through her lower abdomen. In her early twenties, this was a perfectly normal response.

Why do they say women have two brains in jest?

One in their head, and one in their uterus.

It all felt quite natural.

Han Seyeon slowly lowered her skirt and panties.

Captivated by instinct, yet it wasn’t such a strange thing after all.

Isn’t going to the bathroom for bodily functions considered normal?

Han Seyeon held her breath.

Even her breathing seemed cautiously hushed.

Her panties slid down to around her ankles.

Already moist with anticipation, Han Seyeon’s nether regions glistened with arousal.

A small puddle had formed in her panties.

The strange, meandering lines of arousal disappeared somewhere as her panties descended.

Her hand carefully moved downwards.

It was challenging; living in a one-room apartment with her younger brother made it hard for her to masturbate frequently.

The lack of frequency compared to her libido diminished her quality of life. Not that it was great to begin with.

Reality didn’t matter.

Right now, there was only a single beast satisfying its desires in a space filled with lust.

Her fingers reached the moist entrance of arousal.

Anticipation outweighed intense pleasure.

Fingers dampened with arousal.

With each upward and downward movement, the slickness on her fingers from arousal made it easier to slide back and forth.

She slowly shifted her body and sat on the toilet.

The only difference this time was how wide she spread her legs.

It was an optimized movement for self-pleasure.

“Ugh…”

Startled by her moan, she held her breath.

Despite being in the bathroom, it wasn’t exactly soundproof.

Nevertheless, her hand movements didn’t cease.

Her fingers touched her clitoris.

Alternating between her vaginal entrance and clitoris, she used her own arousal as lubricant to stimulate pleasurable areas.

“Hoo…”

Closer to an odd sigh than a moan.

She stood her fingers upright, tapping and circling around her clitoris.

It was her preferred method of masturbation, and it was effective.

As she neared climax, a deep sense of guilt began to build within her.

It was instinctual, impulsive even, but societal ethics hindered her.

Yet, that was just in her mind.

Her body became more honest.

Han Seyeon reached down with her left hand and retrieved something from the trash bin.

It was an act that furrowed brows, visually unappealing.

However, the pleasure rising up her spine was too intense to worry about hygiene.

“Ugh… Hah, hoo…”

An odd scent filled her nostrils.

A damp tissue, not drying, covered Han Seyeon’s nose.

Her lips quivered as she closed them.

Just a bit more.

The repeated motion that made her fingers tingle brought her closer to climax.

Her waist shivered, her body twitched.

Her toes curled and straightened.

She tightly shut her eyes as climax approached.

Beneath her still hand, her spread legs tensed.

The soft touch of her thighs enveloping her hand.

The trickle from her vagina fell into the toilet, creating a splashing sound.

“Ha, haa… Ha…”

Her left hand dropped suddenly.

The overwhelming sense of loss following intense pleasure was profound.

Especially if the figure she conjured for her masturbation was her younger brother.

With a self-reproachful expression, Han Seyeon disposed of the tissue she had clenched in her left hand.

At that moment, Han Seyeon’s gaze shifted to her left hand.

A lingering discomfort on her palm.

Slowly using her fingers to explore, she felt a slippery sensation.

It wasn’t overtly dirty, but it was enough to stimulate Han Seyeon’s deep desires.

Her mouth fell open, and a warm breath escaped.

She gazed at the hand slowly approaching her lips.

Han Seyeon tightly shut her eyes.

Between the parted lips and the warm breath emerged a tongue.

The moist, red tongue extended towards the palm.

A strand of saliva dripped from between her lips.

Despite protesting in her mind, it was a clear act tainted with guilt. Amidst a difficult life, her overwhelmed mind chose pleasure.

Then.

“Big sister…!!”

“Uh, yes!”

Han Seyeon hurriedly responded.

Her younger brother’s call.

Although her voice was flustered, she found solace in having answered for the time being.

Regret and belated guilt washed over her.

Would he have heard? No words had reached her yet.

Feeling like a thief caught red-handed, her heart raced.

“When are you going to shower?”

A sigh of relief.

However, answering came first.

“Since I’m already inside, I’ll shower.”

“Got it~”

Han Seyeon bowed deeply.

After intense pleasure, her brother’s voice instilled guilt.

[You have gained 5 points.]

“Oh…”

She hadn’t done anything, yet her points had increased.

Perhaps it was easier than she thought.

Well, that’s what the hologram guaranteed, right?

Recalling, she realized her lifespan had extended by 5 minutes.

1 minute per point?

But there were household chores waiting to be done.

Engaging in idle thoughts while conversing with the hologram, she continued doing the dishes.

Apart from the sound of running water from the sink, she could also hear the shower running from the bathroom.

That must be Han Seyeon showering…

Swelling began between her legs, despite having just removed one foot.

Taking a short breath, she continued with the dishes.

She quickly finished the household chores.

Now it was time to change clothes.

The slacks she wore were clearly meant for going out.

Definitely not suitable for a cozy sleepwear.

Hence, she took off the pants and placed them aside.

The late February evening, without the heater on, was a bit chilly.

That’s why she was wearing them.

After removing the long-sleeved tee, only a thin undershirt remained.

Panties and a white tee.

The thin fabrics vaguely covered her body.

While the panties fit perfectly, the white tee hung loosely.

Not worn out but rather oversized, giving a feeling of slipping off.

To save money and wear them for a long time, she had bought two sizes larger, considering her adolescent growth.

Of course, they were loose, but it felt like stealing an adult’s clothes.

Oh well, who cares.

-Click.

“Oh…”

The door opened.

Warm steam flowed out from the bathroom.

Moistened Han Seyeon met her gaze.

Half-dressed in a white tee, halfway up to change her clothes.

Was it instinctual?

Facing me, Han Seyeon swiftly scanned my body above all else.

“Sorry!”

-Thud.

Though no words were spoken.

Without blaming her or saying anything, Han Seyeon bowed deeply and closed the door like a sinner.