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

"You haven't done anything wrong, so why are you standing so far away? Come next to me."

Onarin pulled my shoulder, using the ridiculous excuse as a shield. Because of the skinship that continued like flowing water, my poor limbs came into uncomfortably close contact with Onarin's bronze body.

Since I didn't know the structure of the building's interior, I just followed behind Onarin, but Onarin seemed to dislike even that subtle distance of about three steps.

"Hehehe, are you afraid someone might see you?"

I didn't dislike Onarin's skinship either. Far from feeling any repulsion, my eyes were caught by her breasts that were getting closer to my face.

However, since I couldn't figure out who Onarin was at the moment, I had a hard time accepting even meaningless skinship as simple kindness.

Simple actions by special people are likely to become special actions. For me, Onarin's wealth was that specialness.

"… It will be fine, right? You bring a minor to your apartment."."

"Keep on going. Then just say you're visiting a relative. Most of the people who live here are either salaried workers or have dual incomes, so there's no one here at this hour."

I tried to hide my burdened doubts and answered curtly, but I received a shameless response in return.

Unlike the gentle tone of her words, the pressure on her shoulders became stronger, and it was clear that she was telling him not to say anything that suggested she would fall again.

Onarin's hand, which had been holding my shoulder, slowly moved down my collarbone and down to my chest, perhaps taking my silence as tacit permission for physical contact.

Thin fingers caress my chest as if sweeping fluff. The doctor who had only been there half a step on the line slowly becomes clearer.

Where in the world would you find a 'relative' who shares this kind of physical intimacy? It wasn't unpleasant since they even kissed, but to Onarin now, it felt like watching a nouveau riche flaunting his wealth to his lover.

That feeling that was sure to not end as a sense of foreboding weighed on my mind.

"The other places are fine, but the penthouse view is the best here because the view is open toward the mountains. Since you have plenty of time, take your time looking around. I think you'll like it too."

"aha…"

Inside the elevator, Onarin pressed the button for the 10th floor and spoke. I habitually organized the information that had been stuck on me like a branch with a soulless exclamation.

Elsewhere, it probably means that she owns other apartments besides Seoyoung Officetel. Is that information she leaked without realizing it, or is it part of her show-off?

It was a wild guess, but my mind was inclined towards the latter.

Having feelings for a sexual partner is a good thing in itself, but if those feelings are more than friends and less than lovers and are in an impure relationship, it can be worrisome.

'Would it be a good idea to tell Soyoung that she has a lot of money? I'm not in danger right now, am I…?'

Although the topic of conversation in the car came up about Cha So-young, all Onarin knows about Cha So-young is that she is a high school senior like her, a childhood friend of 10 years, and a netorase.

Wealth that cannot be reached is no different from a weapon. Therefore, if we tell Cha So-young that she has the same weapon, she will be able to exert a restraining force on whatever thoughts Onarin has.

"… Huh. That's too bad. If you were a college student, it wouldn't have been a problem to have a hole in it for a weekday or so. But you can do whatever you want until today…"

"I…sister."

I made up my mind and pushed Onarin's side a little harder. Our two bodies, pressed against each other, were now about a span away from each other.

"…Huh? Why?"

"I'm really grateful to you, but you don't have to do that. Since we'll only be seeing each other for a day, I don't really have anything to be curious about. And my girlfriend is rich, too. Her body and face are just as pretty as yours."

"… … "

"So… no matter how much you treat me, I can't give you anything in return. You know why I'm saying that, right?"

Oh my. Even I find it unpleasant. I tried to say it indirectly, but I'm still nervous.

Onarin must have felt the same way as I did, because her expression, which started out as curiosity, turned into a question and then cold. As expected, her eyes were sharp enough to read the intentions behind my awkward words.

What should I say now? No, before that, you're not going to be angry, are you?

As I continued to think while maintaining a tense gaze, Onarin's mouth regained a deep smile as if it had never hardened at my unpleasant words.

"… Sister?"

I wish you would just say something instead of just staying still. As I looked at your brightened face, I felt increasingly ashamed that I had said something that only someone with axe disease would say.

"Heh heh. Hyuk, do you think that I treated you well just to put you in trouble? There's only one thing I want."

"…What is that?"

"Right now, and in front of your girlfriend, you can enjoy having sex with me without hesitation. Netto play is basically similar to role-playing, but there's no need to role-play sex, right? What do you think?"

Ding-dong. As soon as Onarin finished speaking, the elevator doors opened.

Does that mean that everything from the expensive meal to taking me up to the penthouse was all part of creating the mood for good sex?

I continued speaking, following the lead of Onarin's shoulder buddy.

"That's right… Yes. What you said is not wrong."

"Right? So Hyuk, you just need to think about having fun with me. You don't need to worry about me. No matter how well I treat you, you'll only love your girlfriend, right? Then shouldn't you be relieved?"

That's right... It's a theory that sounds so strange and bizarre. I guess I should say it's sincere, but I feel a bit uncomfortable saying that.

Besides, when I glance at the brightly smiling face next to me, I have no intention of teasing her. Anyway, there's no need to say something so annoying when she's talking like that.

"Well, there's a reason why they say if you can't avoid it, enjoy it."

"You can't say you can't avoid it. Isn't that no different from saying you're doing it under duress?"

"Hmm… I see? Then what should I say?"

"Phew… Well? Think about it carefully."

If you can't avoid it, enjoy it. If the premise that you can't avoid it disappears, only the phrase "enjoy it" remains. However, if even the premise that you can't avoid it is your own will, how will the meaning of the phrase "enjoy it" change?

It was a topic I didn't really want to delve into, but the moment I tried not to think about it, I was already immersed in the thought. Fortunately, footsteps that had arrived at the door before I knew it pulled me out of my rut.

"It's 1456. If you forget, feel free to ask."

Beep, beep. Onarin told me the door lock password in the sound of the button. It was a very flat tone, as if she was telling me what the weather would be like tomorrow or saying hello.

As a guest, I tried to follow Onarin in this time as well, but Onarin opened the front door and motioned for me to go in first. There was no need to refuse even this, so I risked my slight rudeness and stamped my foot on the front door before the landlord.

"oh…"

Beyond the front window, you can see a tree that is at least 3m tall and a small garden. I immediately exclaimed in admiration at the presence of the new greenery that seemed to represent the interior view alone. No, it is on a terrace, so it should be called outdoors rather than indoors.

Bam. Onarin, who had come close behind me without me noticing, put a hand on my shoulder.

Did she mean to show me this view? Of course, she said she chose this apartment over all the others I didn't know about, and she was confident that I would like it, so she must be hungry for praise.

So I patted Onarin on the back for her confidence and expressed my usual admiration.

"Just like you said, the house is pretty. I especially like that tree. I saw there was another house next door earlier, but is that garden only visible from this house?"

"Yeah, that's right. It's not a very large terrace."

"Aha. Then that."

But my admiration failed to end properly, because,

"Hmm…!"

Because Onarin turned my shoulder and covered my lips with hers.

Suddenly, I felt startled and reached out to Onarin's chest. However, Onarin grabbed my wrist first while still keeping her lips pressed against mine.

I gave up on meaningless resistance and was pushed by my thick chest, so my back ended up against the nearby wall as if my escape route was blocked.

The wall behind me, and Onarin's copper-colored skin in front of me. My body was sandwiched between the two hard and soft walls.

The height might not be right, but it seemed that Onarin had adjusted the height by slightly bending her knees so that their bodies could touch each other as much as possible.

"Pinch, pinch, pinch, … haaah, um…"

Blonde hair with auburn hair, half-closed eyes, and black pupils looking down at me from beyond them. And even though they were half-closed, the eyes were still sharp.

The lip kiss that seemed to peck from top to bottom soon developed into a deep kiss with tongues mixing. However, it was still a one-sided kiss. Of course, the instigator was Onarin.

The excitement that was only briefly shown in the car earlier was clearly evident this time. If that were all, it would be fortunate, but upon closer inspection, there was also a hint of anger.

In the car, and even now, why does this older sister only try to express strange emotions in kisses?

In the midst of my small curiosity, I tried to regain my composure and responded to Onarin's tongue that roughly explored the inside of my mouth.

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