Chapter 57 – Firecrackers and Fountains
[Announcing the 50 works that advanced to the finals of the Nobelpia Pure Love Contest.]
I quickly skipped over the notices and looked for the list of novels. Since the list is sorted alphabetically, I was able to quickly check whether my novel was successful or not.
And.
“Huh?”
“… Oh, my.”
We let out that exclamation at the same time.
Ganadaramabasa.
And then ‘Ah’ appeared.
Among them.
[Damp Illere is delicious]
“Fuck you!”
“Kyaaaaa!”
“Wow, is this working?”
“Oppa, you’re really amazing, you’re the best! It’s so cool!!”
Hyeji kept screaming happily and hugging me, and I, too, hugged her as hard as I could and spun around her small room to enjoy this unbelievable joy.
And then I checked my phone again. If I made a fuss like this and saw something wrong, I would be so embarrassed, so my heart started pounding again.
But it wasn’t a mistake.
We really made inroads!
I wrote an obscene story and advanced to the finals!!
“This is sex, damn it!!”
There was something similar between sex and advancing to the finals in that you only realized pleasure that you thought did not exist in the world until you experienced it yourself. If someone asks me what it feels like to advance to the finals of a contest, I will confidently say, “It feels like a refreshing string of strokes envelops me right after a hard pounding.”
However, Hyeji shook her head and refuted that expression.
“Brother, what does that mean? ‘This is sex.'”
“Hyeji. It just felt that good…”
“How can you compare that joy to sex!”
Hyeji stamped her foot and got angry.
“There is no happiness in the world that can compare to sex!”
What kind of random sex supremacy is this?
However, Hyeji and I had slightly different thoughts at this point.
“I admit that sex is an incredibly pleasurable act, but I don’t think it’s a pleasure that’s so dignified that it can’t even be compared to something else.”
“No. Sex is the best. “No joy in life can compare to the sequential and beautiful pleasure algorithm of biting, sucking, fucking and cumming.”
“How great is the joy of eating something delicious. “Sipping chicken and beer while watching soccer on a hot summer day can be compared to the joy of sex.”
Hyeji touched her forehead and sighed.
“Have you ever felt like firecrackers were exploding in your head?”
“Firecrackers?”
“Do you feel like a fountain gushing from deep within your heart?”
“Hmm…”
It was a difficult question to answer directly. Fireworks and fountains. What on earth do the two have to do with each other? While I was briefly searching the history of fireworks and fountains in my head, Hyeji put a finger in front of my face with a serious expression for emphasis.
“Brother. That is ‘women’s sex.'”
“Women’s… Sex?”
No, all sex is the same, but the amount of pleasure felt by men and women is different.
But surprisingly, the prediction was correct.
“You think beer and chicken can set off fireworks in your head? No matter how dramatic the winning goal is, it cannot give you the feeling of flying into the sky through a fountain.”
“Ah, um…”
“It felt like I couldn’t hear anything in my ears because the fireworks were exploding mercilessly! The fountain is so powerful that it feels like it will fly all the way to the sky!!”
“This is sex!!”
Wow, that’s right.
After listening to Hyeji’s words, I began to understand why the heroines in pornographic stories are unable to move when their dicks are fucked. There was a scientific reason for all of this. The moment one was pierced by a large and beautiful cock, one’s senses were paralyzed by the fireworks exploding in one’s head, and the ritual of riding the fountain of climax went beyond the atmosphere and even broke through into the 10th sphere, making everyone a slave to the dick.
There was a reason why Hyeji was so angry and protested, ‘Sex is definitely not chicken!!’
“You guy, you’ve experienced both fireworks and fountains because of my magnificent cock.”
In the end, it was because of me.
Hyeji nodded her head with a slightly flushed face and asked again with an aggrieved expression.
“But you really don’t know what this feels like? “Are men going to die without ever experiencing these firecrackers and fountains?”
“Well, well. First, this is my first time hearing about fireworks and fountains…”
“I pity men who compare things like chicken and beer to sex!”
No, all you have to do is say, ‘Chicken and beer is just as good!’ That’s why you’re so stubborn!
Hyeji rested her chin and was lost in her thoughts. It was unclear what she was worried about in this situation, but looking at this place, it was Hyeji’s semi-basement room and there was a bed next to her.
“No. “Enough for today.”
“No!!”
Nope. Sorry.
“Of course, that thought is correct. “Not now.”
“Anyway, you’re thinking about sex.”
“Of course. “She was talking about that.”
Consistency is one of Hyeji’s great charms.
So what did Hyeji say?
“Do you want to go on a trip?”
I was quite embarrassed when the topic suddenly changed.
“How did you come to want to go on a trip?”
“It’s not just a trip, brother.”
Hyeji stroked her hair upward and spoke with a serious expression.
“My brother is now in the finals of the contest. That too is a dirty story. Right?”
“Yes.”
“So what do the readers of your work expect from the author in the future?”
A story that made it to the finals.
Isn’t it obvious that it’s not just a pure love story, but an element that can be expected from the perspective of watching a sexy story pure love?
“How much more will I get screwed?”
“Correct answer!”
Hyeji just snapped her fingers and suddenly came up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
“A gift because you answered correctly!”
It felt like my heart was warmed to see him smiling cutely because he seemed like a mischievous person who loved to play, but couldn’t hide his shyness.
… In a larger sense, wouldn’t this feel of happiness be considered sex? Isn’t it?
“In order to write better adult stories in the future, you need to become more knowledgeable about sex and experience the pleasure yourself.”
These are definitely true, but why do I feel so uncomfortable? Strangely enough, I was convinced in my heart that Hyeji would come up with such an idea that she would end up disappearing.
“So, let’s take a ‘trip to orgasm’!”
I knew it would be like this.
For some reason, when I heard the name of the travel project, I got the feeling that I should order raw fish with a shot of soju and two more rockfish.
Coincidentally, there were about 5 days left before the final round of the contest began. It would be a time designed to give rest and reorganization to the hard-working writers, so I thought it would be a good idea to make good use of it.
So we went on a trip to find fireworks and fountains.
