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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Simzy
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Ju Hana was prepared to confess everything and accept her “punishment” if Kang Cheol found her today.
I’ll give you a blowjob if you find me lol
Having made such a provocation, she was ready to accept any punishment.
Honestly, she was even looking forward to it.
After all, the sexual desires of a well-known backside girl weren’t ordinary. Due to her timid nature, she found it difficult to interact with men, but she’d been anticipating a day like this.
Of course, it wasn’t like she’d sleep with just anyone.
Separate from her lust, she wanted to be with a man she had a “good feeling” about.
In that sense, Kang Cheol wasn’t just someone she had a good feeling about; he was quite special.
Although they’d only known each other’s names for two weeks, she’d known of him through social media for over four years.
The time she’d spent contacting “Kang Cheol” as “Backsa,” her backside account.
That wasn’t all.
Their relationship wasn’t limited to their private accounts.
The real reason she wanted to reveal her identity to Kang Cheol, yet was afraid to, stemmed from the connection between “Juha,” the cosplayer, and “Steel,” Kang Cheol’s other account.
She’d known that Kang Cheol was “Kang Cheol,” but she’d only recently discovered he was also “Steel.”
She learned this while talking to him as his mentee in the club.
Steel, her first fan, Kang Cheol, the 19+ artist, and Kang Cheol, the club member, were all the same person.
She only contacted a very small number of people on Trictor.
Among them, “Kang Cheol” was her sexual outlet, and “Steel” was her first fan, a person who fulfilled her need for recognition and boosted her self-esteem. She was incredibly grateful to him.
That’s why she was afraid to reveal her identity.
She was afraid that her first fan would be disappointed to learn she was Backsa.
And now…
Her fear had become reality.
“Why… not?”
“…”
“…Are you disappointed that I, Juha, am Backsa?”
Ju Hana’s face crumpled.
Kang Cheol, meanwhile, blinked, as if asking what she was talking about.
“I knew you were Backsa a while ago.”
“…Huh?”
Now, Ju Hana’s face was filled with confusion.
Kang Cheol chuckled.
“You gave me so many hints; of course, I figured it out. And you said it yourself. If I’d seen that many pictures, I should be able to recognize you just from your butt.”
“Uh, huh? N-no, that was…”
Ju Hana’s face flushed crimson. Hearing her own words from social media used against her was unbearably embarrassing.
“Well, it is a bit of a gap… but I’m not disappointed. Or maybe a little disappointed?”
“S-so it’s true…”
“Hey, don’t jump to conclusions. It’s not like I dislike you.”
“Y-you don’t dislike me? Really?”
Ju Hana’s eyes widened.
Kang Cheol scratched his head awkwardly.
“Honestly, it still hasn’t sunk in. You’re so different in person compared to Trictor. So it feels like Backsa is Backsa and Juha is Juha. And, well…”
Actually, Kang Cheol wasn’t in a position to judge her too harshly.
“I also sold NSFW art on a secondary account. If I’m going by your logic, shouldn’t you be disappointed that Steel is me?”
His main account, “Steel,” and his secondary account, “Kang Cheol.”
He used completely different art styles to separate his two accounts.
“Oh, no! I’m not disappointed. I-I actually like it!”
“R-really?”
“Yeah…”
Ju Hana, who had been looking down, suddenly lifted her head and asked,
“T-then why don’t you… Ah!”
Mid-question, she realized a possibility she hadn’t considered.
“I-I’m not pretty…”
She realized she looked completely different now compared to when she cosplayed. Cosplay makeup was inherently heavy, meant to emulate a character. It was more like a disguise than makeup.
In contrast, her hair was dry and brittle from frequent bleaching and dyeing, and she had dark circles under her eyes from chronic fatigue. No one would want to sleep with someone who looked like this!
Ju Hana cowered and apologized.
“I-I’m sorry. I was being presumptuous…”
“No, wait. Why are you saying that? This is so confusing. You’re so different from Trictor.”
He couldn’t see any trace of the provocative “Backsa” or the confident and energetic cosplayer “Juha” in the Ju Hana before him.
Kang Cheol’s mind was reeling from the cognitive dissonance he was experiencing.
“Let’s clear things up. First, I’m not disappointed in you. I don’t dislike you. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“And I came to find you not because you provoked me with the blowjob offer, but because I was worried you’d get hurt. Well, I also wanted to yell at you, but let’s forget about that. Okay?”
“O-okay…”
“Lastly, you’re not ugly. I actually think you’re pretty.”
Ju Hana’s eyes widened.
“…Really?”
“Yes, really. Do you think I’d be a fan for four years otherwise?”
Finally, she understood.
Just as I thought that, Ju Hana tilted her head and asked again,
“But then why don’t you…?”
“…Oh, my head.”
Kang Cheol clutched his forehead.
The conversation kept going in circles.
“I’m saying I didn’t find you because I wanted to sleep with you. You don’t have to do anything as punishment or to keep me quiet. I wasn’t going to tell anyone anyway.”
“It’s not… as punishment.”
“Huh?”
“I-I want to… with you…”
“…What?”
Finally, Kang Cheol realized he’d also been misunderstanding.
‘She wants to sleep with me? Not as punishment, but because she wants to? With me? Why?’
He’d been completely off the mark.
He naturally assumed she meant it as a “punishment” or a way to “silence” him, as she’d implied in her messages.
This misunderstanding stemmed from Kang Cheol’s low self-esteem.
He’d been with several women before.
Pi A-reum, Lee Soyeon, Jung Mina.
However, they’d all been very clear about their intentions. They’d straightforwardly proposed sex, prioritizing their desires. He’d assumed that was just how outgoing people thought.
But even the seemingly timid Ju Hana was saying the same thing. He couldn’t help but wonder,
‘Am I actually handsome? Am I some kind of alpha male?’
He’d realized he wasn’t a pig anymore, but he’d never considered himself handsome. He’d heard it occasionally, but he’d dismissed it as flattery, something people said to boost his self-esteem.
Now, he was genuinely confused.
“Do… you not want to?”
“O-of course I want to! But… our club has a no-dating rule…”
Ju Hana’s face suddenly brightened.
“S-so sex is okay?”
“I… guess?”
Kang Cheol stopped thinking.
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I packed my bag and returned to my apartment.
…With Ju Hana.
‘What is this? Really? Is this happening?’
splash splash splash The sound of running water.
Ju Hana was showering.
Meanwhile, I sat on the edge of my bed, wearing only my underwear. I’d already showered.
‘Should I be doing this? Should I tell her I’ve changed my mind?’
A sense of unease washed over me, but a fundamental question arose.
Why should I refuse?
I couldn’t think of a clear reason.
Click.
Ju Hana came out of the bathroom.
She had a towel wrapped around her body.
‘Wow, because she’s tall…’
I stared blankly at Ju Hana.
I had several large towels in my apartment. I’d bought them for convenience because of my size.
But even those large towels barely covered Ju Hana’s body.
Ju Hana was about 174cm tall.
Unusually tall for a woman.
The towel, covering her from her chest to her hips, looked like a mini-dress. Her long, slender limbs and smooth legs captivated me.
“I-I’m done…”
“Oh, uh-huh.”
Ju Hana spoke shyly as she walked towards me. She took slow, nervous steps, and just watching her long legs move was enough to make me react.
Then, as she approached, her arm brushed against something on my desk. My wallet fell to the floor.
“S-sorry!”
Ju Hana apologized, startled, and turned around to pick up my wallet.
“It’s okay… Gasp.”
I was about to say it was fine when I gasped.
Ju Hana bent down to pick up the wallet.
The towel, precariously covering her, rode up, revealing her round buttocks and smooth, closed vulva.
But that wasn’t what surprised me.
I stared, mouth agape and eyes wide.
‘There’s… no hair?’
A completely hairless vagina.
Ju Hana’s vagina was as smooth as her legs.
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Tftc