Daisuki Hold!!
Daisuki Hold――!!
…………… A dull thud rang out, and Hero Hooligan's body staggered. But Yeom Hana didn't stop. The guitar swung again. Head, shoulder, side, leg. Bang!Bang!Bang! The fifth strike nailed the crown of his head perfectly.
Bang――!!
Hero Hooligan crumpled to the floor. He foamed at the mouth, twitched in spasms, then went completely limp. Total knockout.
"Phew……."
A long, deep sigh escaped my lips.
"Well, one more down, anyway."
It was finally over. Good thing that dog-headed villain was such a moron. If he'd suspected anything—if he'd stayed even a little calm—this trick never would've worked. These days, with all the AI out there, you can't just swallow internet content whole. Even President Abraham Lincoln himself warned against it.
Falling for some cheap AI TTS? Disqualified as an investor.
That's right. What I did was nothing special. I just found a free AI TTS service and played the voice. Same trick Ma Hyuksu pulled in his world, fooling the cartel with AI-generated photos. As if the Inflation Warrior, who died back in 2019, was suddenly gonna become Fed Chair again.
Of course, it was a gamble. If Hero Hooligan had doubted it even a bit, I'd have been done for. But beast instincts or whatever—he'd dumped his entire fortune into 3x leverage. No way a guy like that could spot fake news.
"Lucky or predictable…… tch."
……………
After that, things went pretty smoothly. Handed Hero Hooligan off to the late-arriving agents, killed some time on the report, confirmed the two knocked-out colleague agents got transported.
Me? I'm fine. My back's sore, but nothing's broken. Never underestimate the recovery power of someone dosed with augmentation serum.
And with Yeom Hana――we naturally ended up at a street food tent.
A guy over forty buying drinks for a girl feels off? We fought together, so we drink together. That's just right. Plus, she said she wanted me to treat her.
I didn't pry about Yeom Hana's awakener ability. Unregistered types like her—neither heroes nor villains—are more common than you'd think. No need to dig into someone who just wants to live normally. She'll tell me when she's ready.
……………
After settling the bill, I pushed open the tent flap. The night air was crisp. Every breath sent white vapor curling from my mouth.
"Ahh—feels great! Good drinking, ajusshi!"
Yeom Hana stumbled out behind me. Not blackout drunk, but pretty wasted.
"Whew."
Me? I drank just enough to feel good. Makes sense—I hadn't boozed in ages. If I dove back in now, Sol would pity me after we just patched things up.
Speaking of, maybe it's the ajusshi vibe. People always end up drinking around me. Same at Sol's place, same tonight. Didn't drink with Jin-ah at the gym, but if Sol hadn't shown, we might've had one.
Maybe that's just human society. Alcohol as fuel for relationships. Can't get close without it. Good or bad? Who knows. Just is.
"Yeom Hana, grab your guitar."
I turned and said it. No reply. She staggered past, not hearing me.
She's smashed.
No choice—I went back in, grabbed the guitar, and followed.
"Taxi. Can't walk like this. No ride app?"
"Taaaxi?"
Yeom Hana's eyes went wide in that exaggerated drunk way.
"Taxi's a waste! Crash at ajusshi's place."
"No."
Flat refusal. Who knows what happens putting a girl like this up at my place. Better pay the cab fare and send her home.
"What? No?"
Yeom Hana huffed.
"Sheesh, ajusshi's such a cheapskate! What's one bed?"
"Haa……."
Is this her drunk side? She's high-energy sober—booze cranks it up.
Suddenly, her eyes lit up. She'd thought of something.
"Oh! Got a great idea."
"What."
She snapped her fingers.
"Just crash at a motel nearby!"
"……You said taxi's a waste. Motel okay?"
"Ajusshi pays!"
This brat.
Speechless. Might as well pay the cab then. Difference ain't much.
Bickering as we walked, a motel appeared ahead.
[Motel Aphrodite]
"……."
Super sketchy name.
"Hey, you――"
Yeom Hana was already marching to the entrance.
"Aigoo."
Sigh.
……………
Ended up following her in. Lobby was dead as expected. Fluorescent lights over a lone front desk, middle-aged woman behind it.
And our flame-haired, short-eyed guitarist girl was already at the counter, declaring boldly.
"One room! Day use! Leaving in the morning!"
The stone-faced woman—probably the owner—glanced at Yeom Hana.
"……Day use till morning?"
Her gaze shifted to me. Loaded look. Obvious what she thought.
Oh god, please.
Drunk twenty-something girl, forty-something guy, midnight motel. Combo screams sleaze.
Not a rental girlfriend! Not a rental! Not!
Wanna yell it, but no use. Owner's face said she wouldn't buy it.
"……Standard room, 80,000 won."
She quoted while side-eyeing me. Didn't wanna decode that stare.
"Ajusshi! Thanks!"
Before I even paid, Yeom Hana grinned at me.
This brat for real.
Sucking my wallet dry so casually. Booze plus room—about 200,000 won. Yet seeing her smirk didn't sting. Kinda dangerous.
Swallowed a sigh, pulled my wallet, handed over the card.
The woman processed it while scanning me up and down. Like she wanted to say something.
Ugh. Not what you think, ma'am.
"Room 304. Stairs up."
"Thanks."
Grabbed the keycard; Yeom Hana bolted up the stairs.
"Leeez gooo――!!"
"Hey! No key, how? And take your guitar!"
She was already way up. Followed, guitar in hand. Felt the owner's stare on my back. Knew the face without looking.
……Not good. Really not.
Damn.
Reached 304. Yeom Hana waited by the door.
"Heehee, ajusshi's hereee――"
"Why not grab the guitar and key?"
"Ajusshi brought 'emmm――"
"Haa……."
Swiped the key; beep, unlocked.
This……okay? No trouble later?
She's wasted, I paid, I unlock. Third-party view? I'm one cuff away from arrest.
Door opened; Yeom Hana dashed in. Kicked off shoes, leaped onto the bed.
Boing! Springs bounced.
"Ahh—feels great!"
Starfished on the bed, she let out an ajusshi groan. I stood in the doorway, seriously pondering.
Go in or bail. That is the question.
Key and guitar in my hands. Better leave 'em by her head than ditch outside.
No choice—stepped in. Leaned guitar on wall, set key on bedside table――
Then something wrapped my waist. A woman's leg. Yeom Hana's legs crossed, locking my waist.
The legendary bed wrestling move: Daisuki Hold.
"Hey, what the――"
Before I finished, yanked forward. World flipped.
Came to flat on the bed. Ceiling above, motel indirect lights glowing soft. Flame-haired girl straddling my waist. Yeom Hana filled my view.
"You little……!"
Her knees pinned my hips. Insane strength, perfect mount.
"Ajusshi."
Yeom Hana spoke. Voice different—drunk slur gone in a flash.
"What……."
Saw it in her eyes. Crystal clear. Still playful, but not her usual innocent tease. More like……seductive.
"Ajusshi."
She spoke again.
"Drunk me or sober me—which you like better?"
Grin spread.
"I kinda like you, ajusshi? Wanna do it."
"……Crazy."
Yeom Hana flung off her top. In her underwear, her hand caressed my abs.
"Ngh."
"Ajusshi's body is ripped. You hit the gym hard?"
She lifted her hips, then dropped. Ass pressed right against my crotch.
"……!"
"Oh."
Her eyes widened, then lips curled smug.
"Ajusshi's honest."
Slow grind. Soft, firm flesh through thin fabric.
"Ha, you really……."
"Why? Hate it?"
I didn't. That was the problem.