#4. Taste

The best poem.

That was the first nickname I got after entering the architecture department.

At first, I thought it was a compliment.

Well, a poem is someone who helps others with their work.

It meant that I was the best helper.

My seniors and classmates couldn't help but praise my dexterity.

[Really, Naeun. How can your dexterity be as pretty as your face?]

[Naeun, let's do my graduation exhibition together. I really don't think anyone else will.]

At first, I ran around diligently helping this senior and that senior with their work.

The tips and school stories my seniors told me were interesting, and there was nothing more satisfying than seeing their completed models after working all night.

However, I had a fatal flaw.

It didn't take me long to realize this flaw.

[Better student. Why can't a better student have such a specific concept?]

Concept. In Korean, concept.

I couldn't avoid criticism about the concept for every design project.

Ordinary people who didn't know anything about architecture would probably praise the exterior of the building I designed,

but the professors' comments were always harsh.

They said I didn't see a proper concept. This is just a pretty shell.

...It was so annoying.

What on earth do they want from me?

In the first place, if the building looks good, that's all that matters. Is a 'concept' even useful?

Unfortunately, the criticism that had been bothering me didn't go away even after several seasons.

I tried desperately to fix it, but all the instructors

who passed by me shook their heads.

I was tired of being treated like a thoughtless kid.

In the room, pretty models that were treated like trash began to pile up one by one.

It had been a long time since I stopped being a senior.

I didn't want to be their laughing stock anymore.

■A kid with poor design skills but good dexterity.,

'A kid with no self-esteem and just good for cutting.,,

A bitter grade, a bitter semester.

The time when I decided to quit.

I wondered if I should continue this job while being treated like this any longer, so I boldly told my parents that I wanted to drop out.

But their response was cold.

[Naeun-ah. What on earth are you going to do to make a living? Huh? Without a college diploma.]

[I didn't send you to college by spending all my money on private tutoring. Just graduate somehow.]

It was a cold but realistic story.

Right now, I was just a high school graduate who had just become an adult with no self-reliance.

..a path.

I needed a way out of this hellish architecture.

A golden hand. I was born with all the talent to make and draw pretty things, but soon after,

I entered an industry that I couldn't tell anyone about.

Even though I should have gotten used to it by the fourth year, the harsh criticism I heard during the presentation still tormented me.

The professors' voices still rang vividly in my ears.

The same criticism repeated again.

As soon as I returned to my studio, my stress level rose to the top of my head,

I turned on my phone screen in a hurry.

Has the latest update been uploaded?

I quickly pressed the refresh button on the Novel World website.

Please...please...be uploaded...

Oh! Two stories...!

I was depressed about the evaluation at school for a moment.

I tapped the screen on my phone with excitement.

The title of this episode is…

[Open your mouth. You bitch.]

...I really like it.

I was satisfied with the title. I was very satisfied.

The more I scrolled down, the more I felt a sense of elation rising.

The main character of the illustration I finished and sent to you today. Nam Ga-yeon was falling down miserably.

[Despite Nam Ga-yeon's screams, Jinseong didn't stop.]

[It was to imprint in my mind what a male is.]

[Jinseong tapped Nam Ga-yeon's cheek, which was already at its physical limit, with his huge dick.]

[Open your mouth. You bitch.]

Ah... I can't stand it.

I stopped my already busy hands for a moment and picked up a transparent dildo

that was hidden deep in the closet.

With one hand, she looked at her phone screen, and with the other, she began to shove the dildo into her mouth.

[Jinseong grabbed Nam Gayeon's hair and mercilessly violated her mouth, which was half-open.]

Me too... Me too...

I felt the dildo touching my Adam's apple and making me vomit.

But I couldn't stop.

The main character of [I Locked Her Up.] ■Jinseong Lee, would never have ended it at this level.

[Nam Gaeun chose to give in to her instincts.]

[She also shook her head back and forth at Jinseong's violent movements.]

Jinseong's vicious hand came to mind.

And I imagined myself mercilessly collapsing under his touch.

"Haa... haa... please me...',

Even though there was clearly no one listening, I kept spitting out vulgar words as if there was someone else.

I had already thrust the dildo into my mouth so violently that saliva was dripping down my t-shirt.

When the scroll stopped, I couldn't hide my disappointment.

Here... here it stops?

My hotly heated vagina was spitting out water as if it wasn't satisfied yet.

I was always grateful to the author who wrote such a masterpiece, but at times like this,

I wondered how people could be so mean.

Of course, as a business owner, I knew that I couldn't reveal everything every episode,

but I still thought this was too much.

Still not over, I thought about going on a regular basis and enjoying masturbation, but I soon decided to stop.

...I won't be able to go all the way anyway.

With a dildo I was used to having my throat poked without any reason, but surprisingly, I only masturbated with my hands.

I had never inserted a dildo into my vagina.

There were times when I couldn't resist the desire to insert it whenever I read a novel, but that shouldn't have happened.

Well... Lee Jin-seong, the main character of [I Locked Her Up], was a virgin.

He didn't even look at women who weren't virgins, and he didn't treat them as prey.

Of course, I knew that he wasn't a real person, but there was one thing I could infer from this novel.

I had no way of knowing the percentage, but it was that many men are obsessed with women's ■firsts and feel tremendous excitement from them.

That's why I was 24 years old.

Even though I had experience, I was still a virgin.

After roughly cleaning up the damp bed, I went into the bathroom and started taking a shower.

Wow.

The hot water I looked at myself in the mirror.

... This looks delicious. Isn't it?

Well... where would you find a man who would satisfy such crazy tastes?

If I wanted a normal boyfriend, I could have dated more than 10 men already.

But what I wanted wasn't such a trivial relationship.

A flirty start that makes your heart pound.

Nothing seemed as trivial to me.

I wanted a man like Lee Jin-seong.

A man who will make me kneel no matter how much I flirt and act cool.

A man who will lead me, who pretends to be normal but has perverted tastes.

Maybe if I said this was the condition, I might be able to meet someone.

But if I added one more condition, I couldn't come up with an estimate.

That's right...

I wanted to meet that kind of man naturally.

I didn't want to wander around looking for my master like a horny female.

I thought that was an undignified act that would lower my quality as a woman.

And more than anything, there was no way I would go and whine and ask to be fucked myself!

It would be better not to eat red bean buns that had red beans missing.

After taking a shower, I took a deep breath.

Is this how I'm going to grow old and die as a spinster?

With that thought in mind, I sat down on my chair and turned on my computer.

..Oh, that's right.

I should apologize properly.

I remembered that I hadn't sent a proper apology message to the author because I was busy with my deadline.

If you switch to another writer because of being late this time...

Ugh... I hate it...

Even when other work came in, I always worked on the work of the author of [I Locked Her Up], Han Gyul-wool, with Rust as my first priority.

That's how much I cared about the work, and the pen.

Since I had planned out the entire novel, I could always be proud of knowing exactly what the author wanted.

[Author. I'm really sorry I'm late today.]

While I was struggling to figure out how to send an email, my phone started vibrating.

[Lee Min-ho.]

I remembered something from early in the morning that I had forgotten for a moment.

That's right. This guy. Today...

I had an illustration deadline and a design deadline. And I had been bombed by the professors' harsh words, so I had forgotten about his existence.

...Should I accept it?

I thought that if I just ignored him, he wouldn't call me again, but I thought that was too easy

to make a judgment call.

Hoo... Let's take it.

[Hello?]

[Hey.]

His low-pitched voice.

...One possibility flashed through my mind.