Chapter 120
Chapter 120
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 120
Chapter Title: Farewell Party (1)
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Mindlessly scrolling through the post that So-jin had shown me, she spoke up again.
"That's you, right, mister? It is you, isn't it? Caught red-handed."
"Hey. What did I do?"
"I can tell just by looking at your dick, mister."
"What are you, some kinda dick connoisseur? You're talking nonsense."
"And this. The part-timer's name, ㅊㅇㅈ. Isn't that Choi Jun-young backwards?"
So-jin suddenly switched to a detective tone.
"Wrote yourself a script and passed out, huh."
"Oh come on, mister. Just be honest. I messaged the guy who posted it and even got initials back from his wife. Search that name, and check your phone's call log for the same date as the post."
What the hell, this mini-Sherlock. Is she Conan or something?
Seeing my bewildered expression, she grinned ear to ear.
"Since my deduction's spot on, you're coming somewhere with me, mister."
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ The farewell party was held at a Chinese restaurant in Yeonhui-dong. It was a spot run by a famous chef who popped up on TV all the time.
Prices were pretty steep, but it looked like Hong-seop had shelled out some cash.
Even though it wasn't far from my place, sweat was pouring down my back.
"Haa, it's so damn hot."
It was past 8 p.m., but the sky still had that reddish glow, and everyone walking the streets was fanning themselves with hands full of irritation.
When I was a kid, we had proper four seasons. Now it just felt like endless summer and winter on repeat.
I pushed open the door to the shop.
"Welcome. How many in your party?"
"We've got a group. Reservation under Yeon Hong-seop."
"Ah, right this way?"
Following the staff inside, we came to a room labeled 'Plum Blossom'.
I opened the door, and there were some familiar faces chattering away.
"Oppa, you're he... re? Ahaha, still kinda awkward."
Yeon Du stood up with a beaming smile, and Hong-seop waved with a grin.
Min Hyo-min and Shin Ji-ah were glued together here too.
Shin Ji-ah went blank staring at my changed face.
To avoid causing a fuss in someone else's shop—y'know, people screaming and squealing at my face—I'd just swung by the store yesterday and shown it off. But Shin Ji-ah and Lee So-eun had Saturday off, so they hadn't seen it yet.
"I'm here. Whoa, Director Yeon. Booking a place like this? You're spending big today? Never been here once, living in the neighborhood."
"Why didn't Seo-ri come?"
"She can't handle booze. Plus, she's shy, so these kinds of parties are rough for her."
Seo-ri had gone out for dinner with Yu-ra and Pomi today.
Standing at the entrance, I marveled at the lazy Susan inside the room when someone shoved my back with their palm.
"Why're you just standing there?"
"Ah, Na-young."
"Choi Jun-young, you're sitting next to me, right? I've gotta go watch a movie with Mom tonight, can't stay long. Sit by me. Okay?"
Joo Na-young—who'd jetted off to Hong Kong and practically the moon a few days back—had hearts bursting from her eyes.
Cha-hat, this damn popularity!
But I couldn't ignore Yeon Du's death glare from the front, so I ended up sandwiched between Yeon Du and Na-young.
Hong-seop, who'd claimed the other seat next to Yeon Du, leaned over.
"So Auntie really isn't coming?"
"Yeah. Called her earlier—she said she'd feel awkward around all us young folks. Greetings yesterday were enough, and she wished everyone good health."
"Myeong-sook Auntie worries too much. With Chae-yeon Sister's husband joining the mix. Anyway, let's wait a bit longer, and if time's up, just order."
As if on cue, the shop folks started trickling in. Last to arrive were Chae-yeon Sister and her husband. Like always, it was a beauty-and-the-beast combo that put me and the girls to shame.
"Urgh, not sure if I fit in with the young crowd."
The husband plopped into a chair without a shred of apology. At least he'd showered—no trace of his usual sweaty old-man funk.
Fancy place meant a server stationed at the door. Hong-seop placed the orders.
"Gonna order some dishes first, so add whatever you want as we go. Don't hold back."
Didn't take long before food and drinks piled up on the lazy Susan. Everyone spun it around, scooping what they wanted onto their plates.
"Oppa, try this one too."
"Yeon Du, you eat it. Your bro'll get mad."
"You flaunt it with your sister in front of me all the time?"
"What? Flaunt? Wow, saying that to your six-years-older oppa?"
Not one to back down, Na-young started feeding me too.
"Choi Jun-young, this one's tasty."
"Thanks."
"Alright, fill 'em up—glasses for drinks. Non-drinkers, grab sodas. Traitor Choi Jun-young here's got words for y'all."
"Hey, why traitor? And when did I say I had words? Oh, now's fine."
I stood reluctantly.
"Hello. Choi Jun-young here. Thanks for gathering for me today..."
"Booo."
"Thought you were the principal."
"Ahem. Please take good care of Smile Skin Care going forward!"
"Wow, actual traitor."
"Our facials free now?"
"Nah, charging from here on."
"Cheapskate."
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Yeon Du, the lightweight, was smashed. She'd taken Joo Na-young's bait hook, line, and sinker.
If even I struggled with it, no way could alcohol dumpster Yeon Du handle her liquor.
"Oppa~."
"Yeah, Yeon Du."
"Hehe. Oppaaa~."
"What, Yeon Duuu~?"
"Oppa!"
"Yeah?"
"Hehehe. Me besht."
Hong-seop finally stepped in.
"Hey, Yeon Du. Hey. Get up already. I told you not to drink so mu—"
"Ahng. Wanna live with Jun-young oppa."
"What the fuck? Hey, up! Damn it. Hey, I'm taking her outta here first. Bill... leave it to Hyo-min?"
"Hey, me? I'm not staff anymore—you won't trust me with the card?"
"Yep. You'd rack up pricey bottles. Only trust Hyo-min here."
In the end, Yeon Du and Hong-seop bailed first. Once my rival was gone, even Na-young's tongue started slurring.
"Joo-nyoung oppa~."
"Cut the crap. You're not even drunk."
"... Ahng, oppaaa~."
Now that I'm handsome, she's calling me oppa even without the dick?
Shame play works wonders on spoiled brats. I glanced around—our close crew was huddled chatting, ignoring us.
"Hey. Fountain Na-young."
I laid my hand on her hotpants-clad thigh. Her giggling face switched to panic and nerves.
"...! You're nuts, totally nuts!"
Slap, slap.
"Ehehe. Why? Weren't you in heat, Fountain Na-young?"
I stroked her thigh smooth and slow, then crooked a finger, jamming it into the taut gap between thigh and hotpants.
Arcing it from upper thigh toward her groin nice and easy, her legs snapped inward, clamping my hand tight.
Warm, damp heat soaked my finger.
"Choi Jun-young, don't."
I forced it deeper, but her panties just barely brushed it. Still no eyes on us!
I wriggled my hand free. Na-young relaxed with relief—until I yanked down her zipper. She froze solid and whipped around.
"You're crazy? Ung."
Staring straight into her eyes, I invaded her panties! Past the tickly pubes to her pussy hole, and slick juices coated my fingers.
Activated Essence Absorption and went pom-pom-pom. Na-young's glare twisted into a desperate, constipated grimace.
"Ahng, Choi Jun-young. Stop."
"Why not talk all prickly like old times?"
"Hng, yeah. Oppa, oppa, don't."
She clutched my forearm inside her pants with both hands, shaking her head side to side.
"Fuck, Joo Na-young's so goddamn cute."
Squish, squish, squish.
"Ah, haa, oppa. I, haa, heuuu."
Any more and she'd scream bloody murder. I wiped the mess on her pubes and panties, then zipped up.
"Tough with one hand. You do it."
"Haa, haa."
"Told you to stop, but you look so disappointed."
"Choi Jun-young..."
"Men's room. I'll head there first."
"... Yeah."
I left the dazed Na-young and stood. Then a voice called me back—the pretty one, Yu Ji-un.
"Huh? Hyung, where you going?"
"Bathroom."
"Ah, me too."
What? Guys don't usually tag along to the john... do they? If someone else is going when you are, you just join? Was I overreacting? Damn So-jin messing with my head.
Ended up with him trailing right behind me to the bathroom. Every passerby glued their eyes to him—total cheat code face. Problem was, chicks and dudes alike.
Inside, only two urinals.
I claimed one first and started pissing when... felt a stare? Nah, imagination. Kid's no perv peeking at dicks.
Afraid to glance and catch him, I stared dead ahead at the wall till done.
We washed up at the sinks simultaneously.
"Hyung."
I looked up—there he was in the mirror, eyeing me.
"Yeah?"
"Hyung. How much for a full-body massage?"
"Huh? Ex-expensive, y'know? You don't gotta—I'll hook you up right. Hey, no weird ideas!"
"...?"
He cocked his head all cute and bounced out first.
Whew. Forbidden door nearly cracked. But... what if Yu Ji-un and I ended up on a desert island?
Picturing us building a hut, naked fishing—then his shrill yelp echoed from outside.
"Ung! Na-young."
Oh right, I'd called Na-young. They must've bumped at the door; voices carried.
"Yu Ji-un?"
"Huh? Oh, hyung's still in. I'll head back."
Outside, Na-young stood pouting.
"You called, but now what?"
"What, come in."
Guy into women's room? Nah, no reports. Girl into men's? They laugh it off. Heard some story like that once.
Snagged her wrist and yanked her inside.
"Eek!"
Confirmed empty besides us and Ji-un earlier, I shoved her into a stall and locked it.
Grabbed the back of her slender, trembling neck and devoured her lips.
"Chuu. Chup."
"Hmup!"
She parted her lips quick, stuck out her tongue, and gave in.