Chapter 340: Chapter 339.

Chapter 339. At a Motel with a Prostitute in the Room Next Door: Spending the Night with Yuna. (4/5)

We didn’t immediately say anything to each other.

After ten minutes of listening to each other breathing in silence, she opened her mouth and complained, “You’re… awful... I said gentle.”

“I was gentle.”

“Gentle is making me have four orgasms back to back without a break when it’s my first time?”

“That last one was on you.”

“It felt too good. It’s your fault. I had no idea it’d feel this good. Also… if you only climaxed one time in the time it took me to climax three times… it’d be too embarrassing for me. I’m the older one here. I should be the more experienced one. What’s with this? Is this because you do it a lot with... Rosa?”

Uh… the culprit is actually Irene. What do I do about this now? Do I explain everything now? It might be better to get it over with earlier rather than later.

“That’s right… I’ve done something terrible to Rosa…” Only now when she cooled down and what we’d done really sank in did the guilt start to eat away at her.

“Yuna, there’s something you should probably know.”

“If you’re thinking of trying to console me to make me feel better about the awful person I am... don’t bother.”

“I’m not trying to console you. Rosa is my girlfriend, but she has the same sort of relationship with Alicia as she does with me. Also… Rosa and I haven’t actually gone all the way yet.”

“Huh? You think I’m going to believe something like that? Do I look like an idiot who’s going to blindly believe every word you say just because we’ve had sex?”

“It’s fine if you don’t believe me. You can clarify everything with Rosa yourself. I’m not going to hide what I did with you here from her. Haaaaah. I’m going to end up owing her for letting this happen again.”

“Again? What do you mean by that?”

“Can you promise to never reveal what I’m about to tell you here to anyone else who doesn’t already know what I’m about to tell you?”

“Well… I can keep it a secret as long as it’s not murder.”

I whispered quietly into her ear, “The thing is… I’m not a virgin. The first person I did it with was not Rosa, but Alicia’s mother.”

“What! What kind of nonsense are you saying? Alicia’s mother? Are you delusional and fantasizing about her mother?”

“As absurd as it sounds, it’s really the truth. Rosa knows about everything. Alicia does as well. The three of us have that sort of relationship. There’s no need for you to feel guilty over what happened here. What I said to you before we did this, I was being serious.”

“Serious… you mean…”

“Yeah. You’ll always be my girlfriend from now on. Your first time doesn’t need to end as being some cheap one-night stand.”

“Is it… really fine though?”

“You already signed the contract and handed over your soul. You can’t run away now.”

“You’re really the worst. Holding me hostage with my soul.”

“Yes, that’s right. I’m holding you hostage with it. So you can’t even think of escaping, you got that? Whether you like it or not, you’re being forcibly kept by my side against your will. I even used your soul to force you into having sex with me.”

“...” She kept quiet with her eyes closed and appeared at ease as she used my chest as a pillow.

Haaaaah. How do I wind up in these sorts of situations? Because I felt responsible, being the spark that ignited this entire ordeal, I felt like I had to face the consequences of my actions. I wouldn’t run away from the problems I caused myself. A stupid minor little blunder of mine led to all of these developments and now I had another woman on my hands. It was truly the perfect example of the butterfly effect.

The worst part in all of this was that I could no longer count them all on one hand. Well, as long as I can count them all on two hands… it should be fine.

What do I even care about adding one more at this point?

Continuing to tell myself that was the only way I had to cope with the ever-increasing number of women I was getting romantically entangled with.

I truly abhor that thing people call youth. One day, I’ll move to the mountains to ensure youth can’t touch me. Unless Sasquatch is a woman, I should be safe there.

“Ran… since you told me a secret, it’s only fair I do the same. Is there anything you want to know?”

“Are you trying to pull off some pillow talk?”

“Shut up. Just ask me something. It’s rare that I feel like talking.”

“Then, how about that author you like?”

“What? That’s it? That’s all you want to know?”

“Well, it’s got me curious.” Their dialogue that is. I could take some notes if it’s as good as she claims.

“Fine, I’ll tell you.” She moved close to my ear and whispered their name.

All the muscles in my body stiffened up when I heard it. No… it can’t be. 

“I’m not that bad at all those things you listed! My dialogue isn’t even that great either, it’s average at best! What’re you praising and hyping it up to the moon for?” Ah… I accidentally blurted out my thoughts because of how shocked I was when my pen name came out of her mouth.

“Huh?” She sounded a bit dumbfounded by my unexpected outburst.

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“Sorry. Please forget everything I just said.”

“You’re not that bad at those things and… your dialogue? Ran… what do you... mean by that?”

“You misheard, I didn’t say that.”

“Don’t try playing dumb. That’s definitely what you said.”

“This isn’t even pillow talk, it’s a blatant interrogation now.”

“Explain. Now.”

The first person I’ve blown my secret to and it’s my coworker who I discovered was also secretly publishing web novels online. Is this what they call karma? Karma’s a real bitch.

I could try to keep denying it but it would probably be futile. As such, I honestly admitted, “The name you just said, it’s the pen name I publish stories under.”

“The pen name… you bluish stories under?” Her body jerked up as she stared at me wide-eyed.

“Yeah.”

“Come on now, if you’re going to claim you’re the guy I like, there’s got to be evidence to back that up.” She seemed strangely eager for me to prove it.

“Haaaaah. Well, one sec.”

I reached over the edge of the bed, picked up my pants, and pulled out my phone.

I logged into my KDP account then turned my phone to show her.

“See? Only the one who published the story to Amazon has access to the sales dashboard.”

“No way. These titles… it’s really you? You’re him?”

“Yeah.”

“Why is your dialogue the only good thing about your stories? Ah… I guess it makes sense actually… you’re only in high school. No wonder everything else sucks about your writing. It’s because you’re inexperienced.”

Her unintended jabs did some critical damage.

“Yuna… don’t you think you’re being a bit harsh?”

“Too harsh? If you ask me, I think I’m actually quite biased in favor of you. Others would probably call your writing junk food or trash. But at least the dialogue is good.”

I’ve been writing for over a decade now. To be bashed this badly and told the only thing I’m good for is dialogue… all I can say is ouch. And she was supposed to be a fan? In that case, what did my other fans think of me? This fan is too ruthless for me. 

Actually, did I even have any other fans aside from her? I started to seriously question it. When I think about it now, rarely do people ever comment or leave feedback on my stories.

The majority of readers were silent and I’d long grown accustomed to that. But what if I was wrong and the truth was everything was just so awful that nobody wanted to point it out? It’s too depressing to think about, it might be better to never know the truth.

“Hey… you really are him, right?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“I see. Then it looks like you were completely wrong.”

“Wrong about what?”

“Me regretting it, since I won’t.”

With a rare smile I wasn’t used to seeing on her face, she raised her right arm, brushed her silky black hair behind her back as she moved in close to my face, and sealed my lips.

She didn’t bother saying anything after that and we continued kissing until she eventually fell asleep comfortably while lying down on top of my body. Luckily it wasn’t cold so it didn’t make much of a difference whether we were covered up or not.

It was about 5:00 AM when the two of us fell back to sleep. I’d completely forgotten all about the danger because of everything that happened.

Luckily, when we woke up at 11:00 AM, nobody had broken into our room while we were asleep.

When Yuna woke up she gave me a morning kiss in a scarily natural manner before she rolled off the bed and headed for the shower.

When I looked down, I felt perplexed. Despite us doing all that last night, I’d somehow woken up with morning wood. Seeing Yuna naked in the morning heading into the small bathroom definitely didn’t help.

Screw it. I needed a shower too anyway.

I climbed off the bed and entered the bathroom and stepped into the shower behind Yuna.

“You want to take a shower together?” She tilted her head to one side and asked when I stepped under the stream of water with her.

“Yeah… it’s just to shower, so don’t mind me.”

“Right, it’s just to shower...”

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