Defective Banana - Chapter 12

“Haa…”

Kang Seohyuk shut his eyes for a moment, then opened them slowly. His expression shifted, as if he’d been in character as the “nice guy” all this time and was now dropping the act. His tone turned lower, quieter.

“…You’re really something, you know that? Can’t you just give me a chance—even for a little while—before making up your mind?”

Ara didn’t care what kind of person he really was. It didn’t matter—he was a pervert either way.

“No, I can’t. I already gave you my answer. I’m leaving.”

She reached for the door handle to get out of the car, but Seohyuk quickly grabbed her arm.

“Wait—seriously, am I really that bad? I mean, I’m Kang Seohyuk, for god’s sake!”

Ara calmly adjusted her posture in the passenger seat and replied in a flat tone.

“Yes, that’s right. Kang Seohyuk, the top star. So listen closely. Honestly? Your face, body, voice, even your pervy little comments—fine. I can deal. But the son of my next-door neighbor? And not just that—a famous actor who everyone recognizes? That’s a huge burden. It makes everything uncomfortable, got it?”

Seohyuk had no comeback. He raked his fingers through his hair and let out a long sigh, defeated.

Then he looked straight at her, voice firm with determination.

“Even so… I’m not giving up on you. You might not realize how important you are to me, but I know it. You’re all I have left—my only hope. So no matter what, I’m not giving up on you. Got that?”

“Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night. Happy?”

Seohyuk’s mouth dropped slightly. Her effortless rebuttal felt like a clean punch to the gut—sharper and cooler than anything he’d expected. He’d never met a woman like this before. He had no idea how to handle it. His mind went totally blank.

With a deep breath and clenched eyes, he seemed to make a decision. His eyes took on a desperate, pleading look, as if he were the heartbroken male lead begging his love not to walk away.

“Ara, please… don’t make any decisions just yet. I’ll wait—as long as it takes. Just think about dating me again. Slowly, seriously. Please, just think about it. Okay?”

Ara stared at him quietly. Then, with a crooked smile tugging at her lips, she replied oh-so-lightly.

“Alright then. Show me your d1ck.”

She said it just to break his stubborn streak—to throw him off.

“M-My… what? You mean… down there?”

“Yeah. You said you want to date me, right? Well, let’s see it first—then I’ll decide. You said you’re impotent, didn’t you? I’m not going into this blind. I need to know what I’m dealing with. You’ve got the guts for that much, right?”

With a teasing grin, she nodded toward his lower half, like Well? Go on then.

Shocked, Seohyuk leaned away, flattening himself against the car door. His voice trembled slightly.

“You want me to show you… right now? Here?”

“Yup. That thing you’re always bragging about. Why? can’t do it?”

“I mean—it’s just a bit sudden…”

Flustered, he pushed his hair back, biting his lip nervously. His eyes darted all over the place, clearly overwhelmed and unsure of what to do.

Ara found it oddly adorable. And hilarious. Which made her want to mess with him even more.

“Ugh, you’re useless. Weren’t you the one going on and on about how you’d risk everything? Your reputation, your dignity, all of it—just to date me? And now you’re scared to flash your d1ck? How are you going to handle dating me, let alone s3x?”

“Of course… if we do date, I plan to show you everything eventually. But this is a parking lot, and—well…”

Ara casually patted him on the shoulder, like, I get it. You’re not ready.

“Alright then, Kang Seohyuk. When you’re ready to whip it out, we can talk.”

Just as she turned to the door again, casting him a mock-pitying glance like she was giving up on a golden opportunity, Seohyuk’s voice rushed out.

“Wait, Ara. Just a second!”

She turned—and burst into laughter.

Because there he was, hands at his waistband, fumbling with his pants.

“…Wait, are you really about to do it?”

“Yeah. Hoo…”

With a deep breath, Seohyuk unzipped his pants. Inside, a pair of black boxer-briefs came into view. Slowly, carefully, he reached in and began to pull something out—his breathing now erratic and harsh, nerves written all over his face.

“Haa… fuu… can you see it?”

“It’s too dark. Hold on.”

Ara pulled out her phone and shone the screen light at his crotch.

The second the light hit, her eyes widened.

There it was—large, defined, glistening slightly under the phone light.

She’d seen anatomy sketches in books, drawn plenty of nude male figures herself. She knew what a p3nis generally looked like.

But this? This was something else.

It was… huge.

Like, giant banana huge.

“…Whoa.”

“I showed you mine. Now, can you seriously consider dating me?”

Seohyuk felt pretty good about this. Sure, he wasn’t hard—but even soft, he had confidence in its size. He straightened his shoulders a little, a faint glow of pride blooming across his face.

And then Ara pointed out.

“Hmm… but I need to see it hard, too. It’s not normally shaped like a ruler when it’s soft, right?”

She raised her index finger straight up like a stiff rod and stared at him.

Seohyuk looked absolutely mortified, covering his mouth.

“You want to see it… hard?”

“Didn’t you say you’d do anything I asked? Come on—just a preview.”

“P-Preview…”

Flustered, Seohyuk hesitated for a moment, then carefully explained.

“Like I said before… I can’t get hard in front of women. It’s a psychological thing. I need to be… um… hit. That’s the only way it works. So… could you maybe slap me? Like before?”

Ara blinked.

Then, with the hand that wasn’t holding her phone, she gave him a gentle slap on the cheek. Not too hard, not too soft—a crisp smack.

A few seconds passed… and then…

The “banana” twitched.

It slowly stirred, thickening, rising.

“Oh my god—it moved! That’s wild. Wait—was that why you kept asking me if I liked hitting people? That whole kink talk—was that just you fishing? You sneaky perv! You just wanted to get slapped!”

Amused, Ara gave him another light slap. Then another. Each one made his now-twitching member throb harder.

And as she continued—his “banana” grew. And grew. Until it was no longer just a banana. It was an ultra-giant king banana. Practically a bludgeon.

“Holy…”

From between his abs and the steering wheel, his fully erect p3nis stood proudly—thick, veiny, and massive. It was almost scary.

Ara gawked, wide-eyed, then reached out hesitantly. Her fingers brushed the shaft, then slowly wrapped around it.

Seohyuk froze, startled speechless.

Unbothered, Ara began gently pressing her palm along the length, like she was kneading dough.

“Wow. It’s rock hard.”

Seohyuk groaned, gripping the side handle of the seat.

“H-Hhaaa… ugh…”

The sounds he made were definitely not subtle.

“Does it hurt?” Ara asked, glancing up.

“Ugh… n-no, it f-feels good…”

“Oh? Then I guess I can keep going.”

With each squeeze, Seohyuk writhed slightly in his seat, gasping softly.

“Hnn… Nggh…”

“Shhh. Quiet. People might think we’re doing something shady.”

“I-I can’t… It’s my first time…”

“Oh, please. Don’t act like some helpless virgin.”

Still, her lips curled up in amusement.

It was honestly… fun.

The kind of high she felt when a painting turned out exactly right. The rush of adrenaline made her heart race.

She even started comparing his fully erect banana to her own forearm. It was surprisingly close. Could this even fit inside a woman? she wondered, half-fascinated, half-terrified.

As she continued inspecting him with focused eyes, Ara began muttering under her breath.

“Maybe this is nature’s way of protecting women. I mean… this size? It makes sense that he couldn’t use it. A total evolutionary safeguard…”

Meanwhile, Seohyuk’s face flushed red, veins popping across his forehead. Still, he couldn’t take his eyes off Ara’s face—especially her slightly parted, soft pink lips.