Your Girlfriend Was Amazing

Taming Someone Else's Girlfriend

"Huh?"

Yoomin looked visibly flustered, probably shocked by my sudden chilliness. Well, that's understandable, considering I was lost for words just moments ago.

"Yoomin, are you nursing a misunderstanding right now?"

I nearly found myself getting swept away by the atmosphere for a moment there.

I haven't committed any wrongdoing. If seduction is a sin, then it's a shared sin, with guilt on the shoulders of both parties involved. We aren't exactly a unilateral perpetrator and victim; we're more like accomplices striving for what we consider better choices.

"Listen, it's not all for my benefit, and you know it."

The eye level that recently matched mine shifted. Yoomin's head, which had been facing me, gradually rose.

No need for me to conjure up an angry expression. It's more effective to nonchalantly state the truth.

I've been through a similar situation before.

The girlfriend who enjoyed emotionally pushing me was always a tough opponents. Ever ready to cry and make a scene on the street, seeking attention. All she did was play on emotions and sit on the ground.

Surprisingly, this tactic worked like a charm. People naturally gravitated towards the commotion, and I found myself apologizing even when I hadn't done anything wrong. As soon as I apologized saying that I was wrong, she would stop crying.

From the moment I admitted fault, it became a series of apologies, marking the start of a submissive relationship.

Confronted with numerous instances of being taken advantage of, I instinctively devised a countermeasure. Wisdom squeezed out from the realization that I couldn't simply allow myself to be foolishly exploited.

"Was it only me who enjoyed it? We both had our fun, so why is it turning out like this?"

Opposing a woman's emotions with a man's logic is a foolish endeavor. If it unfolds emotionally, I have to respond with emotions. But going all out recklessly would reduce us to arguing like kindergarteners. So, it's crucial to mix in some logic.

"Yoomin, I like you too. But it's a bit disheartening when it comes out like this."

"Oh, no, I…"

"I get it; you're afraid of being dumped, right? But that's not going to happen."

Absolutely do not apologize. While articulating words that convey an understanding of the other person's feelings, I still need to maintain control.

"Well, but…"

I understood Yoomin's feelings. The relationship that had been there since before her academy days suddenly vanished overnight, causing anxiety.

But that's a separate issue.

I didn't step into this novel to play along with the romantic escapades of twenty-year-olds. I came to manipulate and reshape the it according to my whims.

"Okay, what are you trying to say now?"

It has to be assertive yet considerate. I shouldn't get angry, and create an atmosphere of ‘I want to solve this through conversation with you.'

Determining dominant and submissive roles in a relationship isn't about gender or tears in love. The one leading the conversation holds the reins and plays the master.

"It's just… I…"

Yoomin's face seemed on the verge of tears with just a little more pressure. Since it's difficult to continue the conversation once tears start flowing, I need to soothe her now.

"Take your time; it's okay to speak slowly."

To savor the sweetness that can patiently wait anytime, I've got to play this game. It's deemed correct to gradually domesticate her with a calculated blend of carrot and whip smacks.

"…Ta-Taeyang, you… po-popu-lar… so…" Yoomin stared at me with a quivering voice and teary eyes.

The hearts of twenty-year-old women are all cut from the same cloth. It isn't exclusive to women; the hearts of people, in general, follow a similar script. What if she suddenly met another man, cheated with him, only to find out he's popular? She probably imagined the prospect of being discarded like a disposable item.

In this world, there's no tool as effective as imagination in dismantling a relationship.

So that's why she came.

To erase the uncertainties lingering in her mind. To secure the confidence that she won't be left behind.

It's clear that she intentionally threw in the mention of ‘another woman' to play the role of an overly generous woman. Being this understanding, this accommodating, as if to say, ‘Look, you still want to abandon me? Me?'

It was glaringly obvious. This isn't my first rodeo dealing with such a situation. And how approach it? I know it well enough to the point where it's etched in my bones.

"Come here." I gently pulled Yoomin into an embrace and comforted her.

"Sniff… Sniff… Taeyang…"

The familiar feeling of her breaking into tears in my arms is also evidence that I'm smoothly progressing through the steps of taming her in the most ideal way.

"I'm not emotionally ready yet, that's why."

Never utter words like "I like you" or "I love you" at this point.

As people gain assurance, they ease up, and as they ease up, they become lax. It's crucial to sow the seed of uncertainty, a reminder that they aren't indispensable, to prevent them from becoming too relaxed.

Always stay vigilant, scrutinizing the other person's reactions, always striving to showcase the more favorable side.

Make them think this is what love is about.

Love based on pure feelings, forming a comfortable relationship. Noble love that goes beyond trust and dedication.

All of these were light-years away from the love I sought.

Love that trembles in anxiety and intensity.

Maybe it's because I pursued this form of love that I found myself in the body of Baek Taeyang.

"I have no intention of abandoning you, and nothing bad will happen."

Whenever the sweet poison oozed into Yoomin's ears, her tears ceased. Her crimson eyes were gazing upward at me. Deceived by the pleasant sweetness, she drifted away from her true self.

"And if you don't listen to me like this, it'll really be troublesome."

"Come on, I'll listen well, Taeyang, okay? I won't be like this anymore, really from now on…"

"How am I supposed to believe those words?"

I flipped the situation. Her subtly demanding me to choose turned into a plea not to abandon her.

"Well, I, I…"

It had been quite a while since the confident stance of holding onto the penis vanished. Starving for love, only a small girl remained, wanting things to go smoothly with the first man she slept with.

I could've stayed silent like this and waited for her to speak, but I didn't want to waste time.

"Give yourself to me."

There wasn't much need for words; a concise statement and a passionate kiss filled the air. In a manner that felt like breaths were about to be severed, tongues intertwined and aggressively licked, exchanging saliva. We kept our love confined within our mouths, letting the sensations resonate internally.

"I… I'll give myself… Everything… Trust me…"

A blurry image of an entranced female face came into view. A distant look, telling you to take everything she had to offer.

I unfastened my pants and tenderly ran my fingers through Yoomin's hair. While caressing, I guided her body down and delicately rested my manhood on her cheek.

"You know how to give yourself to me?"

"Y-Yes… I know…" Eyes filled with sorrow emptied out, now replaced with a ravenous desire for love and lust.

Yoomin opened her mouth wide, slurping and sucking. It became a gauge of love and affection.

"If you continue like this, I'll trust you."

She nodded vigorously, despite the discomfort of my cock reaching the back of her throat.

I observed tears streaming down her face, tracing a path down her cheeks and onto her lips.

Eventually, the sadness gave way to love.

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"Why!!!!!!! Why!!!!!! Why!!!!!! It's not going as I want!"

The man persisted in his destructive behavior, hurling and slamming everything on the desk. After about five minutes of this repetitive frenzy, he ceased breaking things, his hands swollen like dough.

"Because I couldn't observe what was going on, I ended up summoning only monsters!"

Had he known the situation a bit better or at least grasped the surrounding characters, he wouldn't have merely unleashed monsters. He could have transformed the surroundings into a dungeon or ensnared that Baek Taeyang guy alone in a pitfall, but he couldn't see anything.

The man continued to mutter and tear at his hair while pondering.

"Where did it go wrong? There has never been anything like this… Everything became strange after bringing that guy in!"

How did he possess Baek Taeyang?! Why! Why! He kept shouting in the empty space. In the lightless room, the only source of illumination was an old monitor.

"I… I'm the god… Why like this…"

Desperate, he even posted on the internet.

Isn't there someone out there who could solve my problem? How long do I have to bear this burden alone?

The man agonized and cried out. If he continued like this, there was a high possibility that things wouldn't end the way he wanted.

The cover that conveyed such sentiments was getting more and more worn out. Though it was currently as crisp as a newly bound hardcover, replacement was just a matter of time.

"How did the world change like this… Baek Taeyang! Baek Taeyang! Everywhere I go, Baek Taeyang!"

News about Baek Taeyang kept appearing incessantly on the internet. A handsome face, a sculpted body, and on top of that, incredible strength – he has it all. It's impossible for him not to be popular.

"I'm just dying to send this guy straight to hell!"

[Ding! A response has arrived.]

"Oh… Oh!"

Perfect timing; a response had landed. The man skillfully maneuvered his fat body toward the monitor. With a few clicks, the response window popped up, and upon spotting it, he aggressively pounded the keyboard.

"What's this…?! Am I expected to swallow this crap…?!"

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[The novel isn't going the way I want it to］ – PureDiaryAuthor

This is PureDiaryAuthor's 12th post

The novel isn't listening to me… Is the author not the god? Really, I'm at a loss… Why won't it be written the way I want?

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[The novel isn't going the way I want it to］ – Reply from Piajjang

What?ㅋㅋ The author is invincible, but the readers are the god.

What kind of nonsense are you spouting?ㅋㅋ You can clearly see what you're writing~

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His double chin trembled. This was the first time he had gotten this riled up since yesterday.

"I've got more important things to do…!"

Baek Taeyang needs to be swiftly erased from this novel.

"Conveniently, April marks the beginning of field training…"

He glanced at the calendar. Although he couldn't discern the specifics, he could conjure up any perilous scenario he pleased.

"Think you can slip away from me…?"

There will be no mercy.