My girlfriend from the reverse world expects me to be a Netorare

─ I was just saying. You don't need to think about it so deeply.

Perhaps asking if I could answer and asking for an answer were two different things, but Onarin didn't press me to answer when I was speechless. However, if there were only two of us, the atmosphere would inevitably become awkward if one of us kept our mouths shut.

─ Let's go now. Even if it's not a motel, there are plenty of places where the two of us can sleep together.

In such an atmosphere, Onarin finished her suggestion, which was almost like a notification, and moved to the driver's seat alone and drove quietly.

The ripples that Onarin had caused in my mind still lingered, but there was no reason for me to sit still like a doll, so I took advantage of the gap in the car that had stopped at the traffic light to move to the passenger seat.

Perhaps taking my hesitant movements as some kind of signal, Onarin spoke to me again in a friendly manner, as if she had forgotten what had happened earlier.

"Hyuk-ah. From what I saw on your ID earlier, it looks like you're a senior in high school. Is that right?"

"yes that's right."

"If you're a senior in high school… There are about 100 days left until the CSAT? Oh. Are you preparing for something else instead of the CSAT?"

"No. I have to go to college too."

"Really? You must be having a hard time studying."

"haha…"

It was such an unusual word of encouragement coming from a woman who was about to play as a guest, that I couldn't help but laugh.

However, since Onarin, who strictly kept to her line as the first lady, could not have been unaware of the heterogeneity contained in her words, I continued the conversation naturally so as not to interrupt the conversation that had already begun.

"I think it's more comfortable now. There's nothing to learn right now, so all I have to do is keep reviewing."

"Oh? Hyuk, you're good at studying, aren't you? Kids who put their pens down these days don't say things like that."

"Haha… I can do it."

"You're more curious when I tell you that? The ones who are already good at it are the ones who decline."

"Hey, not me. If you want to say you're good, you have to be good enough to be able to pick any college."

"Wow… If that's the level you're aiming for, doesn't that mean you're just below that level? If your friends heard that, they wouldn't have left you alone, right?"

"I'm saying this because I only have one older sister here."

"…okay?"

If Onarin had asked me specific questions, such as where I lived, the name of my school, or about Cha So-young, I would have kept quiet or avoided the conversation, but the topics she chose to talk about were extremely light.

So I was able to forget about the last question that brought up Cha So-young and comfortably engage in the conversation. However, since our meeting was not based on an ordinary story, the conversation that started out as a light topic gradually began to delve into the shadows.

"Did you take the photos you posted on Twitter at home?"

"Is it a photo?"

"Yeah. I mean, the one you took a picture of. Your dick were so big that I thought you were raising a snake."

"Well, well… um… you can't take pictures like that outside."

"Phew… Why are you suddenly stuttering? A few days ago, when I saw you, you said you were curious about what my pussy tastes like, but now that I'm praising your dick, are you embarrassed?"

"… Huh, is it a compliment to say my dick looks like a snake?"

"Oh. Do you hate snakes? Then what should I call you?"

"Oh, just call me whatever you want. No, more than that, I didn't say that I was curious about what your pussy tastes like, I said that I didn't come out because I was curious about what your pussy tastes like."

"Was it so?"

"Yes. You have to speak properly."

"Ha ha. Yeah. It was my sister's fault."

"Hehehe. There's nothing wrong with that. I was just joking."

"Really? Then how about now?"

"What is it?"

"Aren't you curious about what my vagina tastes like? I'm so curious I think I'm going crazy."

Yes, the taste of sleep. The voice that leaned in and whispered softly gave me a strange feeling, I couldn't say anything.

Even when I was with Cha So-young, I didn't really engage in such dirty talk unless I was about to have sex or was in the middle of it, but even when the other person changed to Onarin, I didn't feel any discomfort in my heart. That was the reason for my strange feeling.

So, instead of answering the question about the taste of her pussy, I brought up Onarin's last question about Cha So-young again. It was a process of my mind, compressed into one word, 'strange,' finding its place.

"Hey, sis."

"why?"

"In the backseat earlier, you asked me if I was going to hide the fact that we kissed from my girlfriend. Why did you say that?"

"Kick. Sister said you didn't have to think too deeply about it, but you're still curious about that?"

"I wasn't curious… I just suddenly thought of it and asked."

"hmm…"

The drool flowing out with a smile on her lips gave the impression that she was trying to hide the correct answer rather than thinking about it. As if that feeling wasn't wrong, the words that Onarin said as an answer were incredibly annoying.

"Hyuk-ah. When your sister told that story, you were worried too, right? Thinking about whether you should tell your girlfriend or not."

Since it was a question I had been pondering but had not yet come up with an answer to, I just nodded without answering.

"Hi. Okay, that's fine. The rest is a secret."

"…Huh? It's a secret?"

"Yeah. You didn't answer either, did you? My sister asked if I was curious about the taste. So just say Teacher."

Then why did you ask if I had thought about it?

Those words were on the tip of my tongue, but looking at that sly face, I figured it would be useless to tell her now that I wanted to poke her in the butt.

It was obvious that she would come up with another excuse. At this point, I thought I had a little idea what kind of person Onarin was.

So I suppressed the remaining questions as if to say, "Let it be as it is," and then Onarin, as if trying to lighten the mood, took advantage of the moment when the car stopped at a red light to divert my attention.

"But Hyuk-ah. Don't you ask where your older sister is driving?"

"You said we were going somewhere where we could sleep together?"

To be honest, I just forgot to ask. No, it would be more accurate to say that I decided it wasn't necessary to ask.

When I looked at her, my gaze filled with the trust that had been built up in a short period of time based on judgments that were not expressed in words, Onarin turned her serious gaze back to me.

"I might drag you to a strange place to harm you. Aren't you scared?"

suddenly?

Her eyes were serious, but there was a smile on her lips, so I felt more like she was trying to gauge my reaction rather than demanding an answer. So I tried to refute her right away, but as before, my thoughts started to flow first to figure out the intention of the question.

If Onarin had truly had bad intentions and approached me, the game would have been over the moment she got into the passenger seat, so that's a pointless assumption. It's not like I'm giving advice to a child who's going to fall for a sweet talk, so why is she suddenly saying something like that?

I tried to continue the analysis that I had started habitually, but

"…Will you do that?"

This time it was annoying.

It would be faster to ask her straight up than to waste energy just being swayed. With that in mind, I kept my gaze fixed and asked her in return, but in the end, Onarin was the first to look away.

"… We're here now. It's over there."

You're beating around the bush again. Just like before, I feel like I'm losing out every time I ask a question.

However, it was true that she had arrived, and as soon as the light changed, Onarin's foreign car went straight into the parking lot of an officetel.

Was it Seoyoung Officetel? I had seen it in the corner of my eye when I was looking out the window of a bus once, but I had never even mentioned it as a topic of conversation, let alone gone inside.

"Do you live here, sister?"

"Oh? How did you know?"

"I'm not stupid, and it's even stranger that I didn't know this when I came all the way to the parking lot. Oh, and this isn't your sister's relative's house, is it?"

"Pfft. This kid. What about the relatives' house? Of course not."

After saying it and thinking about it again, I realized that it was such an absurd thing to say. So I kept my mouth shut and looked around the desolate parking lot, and I saw Onarin's foreign car driving straight into the men-only parking space.

It was still daytime so the parking lot was quiet, but as a man who wasn't a 'man', I felt a pang of guilt at the strange word, so I pointed it out to Onarin.

"Excuse me, Sister? This is a men-only parking space, can I park wherever I want?"

"It's okay. This is a seat only your older sister can use."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"This officetel belongs to your older sister. So I can do whatever I want with it."

What? I barely managed to suppress the question that was about to burst out in a voice. I thought she had a lot of money, but I didn't know she was the owner of the building.

In the past world, it might have been different, but now that Cha So-young is by my side, a woman who owns an officetel is no longer a star in the sky.

However, if that woman is a woman she met through Twitter messages, it is a different story. It would not be an exaggeration to say that Onarin is truly a star in the sky.

"Hehehe. Why, are you surprised when I tell you this is your sister's?"

No, why on earth would a woman like this act like an invited woman? Whether or not she knew my repeated doubts, Onarin smiled confidently at me as usual.