Chapter 339.


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">We didn’t immediately say anything to each other.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After ten minutes of listening to each other breathing in silence, she opened her mouth andined, “You’re… awful... I said gentle.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I was gentle.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Gentle is making me have four orgasms back to back without a break when it’s my first time?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thatst one was on you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“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?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Uh… the culprit is actually Irene. What do I do about this now? Do I exin everything now? It might be better to get it over with earlier rather thanter.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yuna, there’s something you should probably know.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If you’re thinking of trying to console me to make me feel better about the awful person I am... don’t bother.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not trying to console you. Rosa is my girlfriend, but she has the same sort of rtionship with Alicia as she does with me. Also… Rosa and I haven’t actually gone all the way yet.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“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?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s fine if you don’t believe me. You can rify 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.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Again? What do you mean by that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“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?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well… I can keep it a secret as long as it’s not murder.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">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.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What! What kind of nonsense are you saying? Alicia’s mother? Are you delusional and fantasizing about her mother?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“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 rtionship. 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.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Serious… you mean…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“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.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Is it… really fine though?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You already signed the contract and handed over your soul. You can’t run away now.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re really the worst. Holding me hostage with my soul.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“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.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“...” She kept quiet with her eyes closed and appeared at ease as she used my chest as a pillow.


    <span style="font-weight:400">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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">What do I even care about adding one more at this point?


    <span style="font-weight:400">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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ran… since you told me a secret, it’s only fair I do the same. Is there anything you want to know?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Are you trying to pull off some pillow talk?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Shut up. Just ask me something. It’s rare that I feel like talking.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then, how about that author you like?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What? That’s it? That’s all you want to know?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, it’s got me curious.” Their dialogue that is. I could take some notes if it’s as good as she ims.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Fine, I’ll tell you.” She moved close to my ear and whispered their name.


    <span style="font-weight:400">All the muscles in my body stiffened up when I heard it. No… it can’t be.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“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 identally blurted out my thoughts because of how shocked I was when my pen name came out of her mouth.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh?” She sounded a bit dumbfounded by my unexpected outburst.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry. Please forget everything I just said.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re not that bad at those things and… your dialogue? Ran… what do you... mean by that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You misheard, I didn’t say that.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t try ying dumb. That’s definitely what you said.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“This isn’t even pillow talk, it’s a tant interrogation now.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Exin. Now.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">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.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The pen name… you bluish stories under?” Her body jerked up as she stared at me wide-eyed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Come on now, if you’re going to im 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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaah. Well, one sec.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I reached over the edge of the bed, picked up my pants, and pulled out my phone.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I logged into my KDP ount then turned my phone to show her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“See? Only the one who published the story to Amazon has ess to the sales dashboard.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No way. These titles… it’s really you? You’re him?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“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.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her unintended jabs did some critical damage.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yuna… don’t you think you’re being a bit harsh?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“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.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">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 everment or leave feedback on my stories.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The majority of readers were silent and I’d long grown ustomed 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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey… you really are him, right?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, I am.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see. Then it looks like you werepletely wrong.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Wrong about what?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Me regretting it, since I won’t.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">With a rare smile I wasn’t used to seeing on her face, she raised her right arm, brushed her silky ck hair behind her back as she moved in close to my face, and sealed my lips.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She didn’t bother saying anything after that and we continued kissing until she eventually fell asleepfortably 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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was about 5:00 AM when the two of us fell back to sleep. I’dpletely forgotten all about the danger because of everything that happened.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Luckily, when we woke up at 11:00 AM, nobody had broken into our room while we were asleep.


    <span style="font-weight:400">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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I looked down, I felt perplexed. Despite us doing all thatst night, I’d somehow woken up with morning wood. Seeing Yuna naked in the morning heading into the small bathroom definitely didn’t help.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Screw it. I needed a shower too anyway.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I climbed off the bed and entered the bathroom and stepped into the shower behind Yuna.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah… it’s just to shower, so don’t mind me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Right, it’s just to shower...”