If You Get Used to Junk Food

I have a secret.

I’m constantly developing crushes on men who fit my ideal type, while secretly harboring desire for Moon Eungyeom.

I was determined to hide this impure desire from him at all costs.

“Well… looks like I interrupted something good.”

“……”

“Keep up the hard work.”

The night I tried using the d**do I got from a friend for the first time.

Moon Eungyeom barged into my house and caught me in a humiliating situation.

“So what you’re saying, oppa, is that you want to be my s*x partner?”

“What’s with the cold ‘s*x partner’ between us? Let’s just say we’re getting to know each other in a more adult way from now on.”

I thought things would become permanently awkward with the man I’d spent my whole life with like family, but instead, Moon Eungyeom makes me a crazy offer.

He even exposed my secret desire.

“You don’t like me, but you do get h**ny for me.”

“……What?”

“Don’t play innocent. You were always looking at me like you wanted to f*ck me every day.”

Junk food that will surely make me sick if I swallow it.

A seductive mass of pheromones that I know I should reject, yet cannot.

“Don’t worry. I won’t do anything that’ll be a loss for you.”

“……”

“Well, maybe I’ll do some bad things?”

Should I pretend I cannot resist Moon Eungyeom’s temptation and give in to this stimulating deviation?