Drinking with Girls in Reality
The apartment was built in the style of an officetel, a ten-story building, but as the home of a rich kid like me, it was incredibly spacious. Right after stepping through the entrance, there was a short hallway, and beyond that opened up a vast living room, with the kitchen off to the right. There were three separate rooms: a walk-in closet, bedroom, and utility room. The bathroom was split into two sections—the first for applying lotion or drying your hair, and further in, a luxurious tub with spa features and a separate shower booth.
Whoa... this is way better than I expected. I already lived comfortably without money worries in reality, but this place wasn't just comfortable—it was overflowing with wealth.
I poked around the house for a bit, and then a notification window popped up in front of me.
You will be automatically logged out due to prolonged gameplay.
"What?!"
I barely had time to panic before my vision went black, and I felt like I was being pulled out from somewhere. My eyes snapped open.
"Ah, damn it. I was gonna experiment with all sorts of stuff on Lee Yoo-jin."
I took off the headgear inside the capsule and sighed at the six-hour cooldown timer displayed on it.
"Nothing to do... might as well check the community."
I sat down at the computer and logged into the beta tester exclusive community. Right away, I spotted reviews from people who'd already tried it.
I skimmed the glowing review and clicked on one titled something like "Luck-based shit game that won't even reset."
Whoa, they even have debuff skills like that?
I broke into a cold sweat realizing not all skills were buffs. I ate the two bananas in the house, had nothing else to do, and was about to sleep when my phone rang—my college buddies, probably hearing I'd just been discharged.
"Hello?"
- "Yo, you got discharged? Where you at?"
"At home."
- "Fresh out and you're home? Get your ass out here and prep to drink with us."
"Where you guys at?"
- "Usual spot. Bro's calling some hot girls today, so hurry up."
"Be there in 20."
The mention of girls at the drinking session had me changing clothes fast. I threw on a hat to hide my buzzcut since discharge was recent and headed out.
"Hey!"
At the spot Go Han-wool texted, I spotted my friends waving from a window table.
"Whoa! Buzzhead's here!"
"Take off the hat, let us see that buzzcut."
"Fuck off with the hat, just give me a drink."
""No way~ no buzzcut show, no booze~.""
Too annoying to argue, I whipped off the hat quick, flashed the cut, and put it back on. Satisfied, they poured me a drink.
"So, Jin-seok, how was the army?"
"What do you think? Shit."
We drank a bit with the guys, then Han-wool grinned confidently.
"Yo, they're coming soon."
"For real? They all here now?"
"What's coming?"
"Told you earlier, called some girls. Best ones from my circle, so make it count."
"That was real?"
"You think I'd drag a fresh dischargee here for fake news?"
Staring at the door, it opened and in walked three girls who could legit be called beauties.
"Here, here~"
Han-wool stood, waving, and they swarmed over, sitting around our round table.
"Oppa, long time no see."
The one with a dancer's killer body scooted her chair right up to Han-wool, linking arms. Han Ji-woo and I exchanged glances, picking our targets.
Introductions done: the arm-linker was Kim Yoon-young. Our eyed picks were Lee Eun-ah and Park Sa-rang.
"Hi~ I'm Lee Eun-ah, Han-wool oppa's acquaintance dongsaeng."
Lee Eun-ah had the prettiest face of the three, long straight black hair, toned body—top pick. But when she shed her jacket, her flat chest sent my eyes elsewhere.
"Hello! I'm Park Sa-rang, here to drink today!"
Check out those tits, slut.
Park Sa-rang's face was the least of the three but still beauty-tier, and her jacket couldn't hide those protruding curves. I liked her instantly, signaled Ji-woo—he nodded agreement on her, we eyed off, and since I was fresh out, he yielded her to me by picking Eun-ah.
Post-intros, we took preferred seats. I slid next to Park Sa-rang, still in her jacket.
"Not hot?"
"Pardon?"
"Still got the jacket on."
"Oh, yeah."
She peeled off the red puffy jacket, revealing voluptuous curves. Pretending to look ahead, I stole glances. Tight white knit hugged her body, gaps showing black bra peeks; short brown miniskirt, knee-high stockings, boots. Scan done without staring—I pegged her at D-cup. First time seeing that size in reality, took effort not to gawk.
"Oppa, what'd you do in the army?"
Hearing I'd just discharged, she asked considerately. Grateful, I kept stories short to not bore her.
"Driver."
"So you drive well?"
"Like anyone else."
"Whoa! Drive me sometime. Love drives."
"Sure, text later."
Numbers swapped naturally, vibe ripening. We paid up, moved to a party room.
"When'd you book this?"
"Not booked—uncle owns it, hooked us up."
Han-wool, our playboy king, had connections—even at dawn, party room ready. Brought games, ordered drinks and snacks, prepped drinking games.
"Jenga time."
Not normal Jenga—this adult version required completing the block's mission to pass turn.
"Me first!"
Kim Yoon-young, glued to Han-wool all night, pulled a block.
"What's the mission?"
She checked privately, placed it on top, then lunged at Han-wool for a deep kiss.
"Mmph!"
"Mmm... smack... slurp... smooch."
We checked the block: "Deep kiss desired person for 1 minute."
"Paha!"
Way past a minute, they broke apart gasping, a long string of saliva dangling between lips.
"What a bold one."
"Knew it'd be like this hanging with oppa."
Han-wool's slutty playmates were aggressive.
"My turn."
As I recovered from the shock, Ji-woo beside Yoon-young pulled a bottom block. His face flushed red.
"What is it?"
"Uh..."
I snatched it: definitely blush-worthy.
Suck desired person's genitals for 5 minutes
"“““……”””"
Sudden spike in heat—silence. I glanced at the girls; they nodded subtly in agreement. Ji-woo approached Eun-ah, slid off her jeans, revealing ribbon-white panties. Embarrassed under eyes, she covered her face, yielding. He eased panties down: smooth, hairless white pussy clenched tight. He stared a sec, then dove in licking.
"Slurp... schlop.."
"Hng... hnngh! Oppa... you're sucking so good?"
Five minutes felt like thirty. Swallowing hard watching Ji-woo eat her out, when he pulled back, sticky juices stretched long. My inner junior stirred, stretching awake.
"My turn now?"