Chapter 141: Gold One Last Day
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 141: Gold One Last Day
I remember seeing a manga like that once.
A place so dangerous that death was the only certainty.
Yet, the warriors headed there without a single word of complaint.
Since it was just a manga, I didn't think much of it at the time. But now that I was facing a similar situation, I realized it wasn't an easy decision to make.
On the way to the girls' room.
The convenience store bag in my hand felt heavy, and my feet felt like they were sticking to the hallway floor with every step.
My mind was racing, trying to come up with an excuse for Yoo Ah-rin, but then I remembered the version of myself in the video she’d sent. I wondered if any excuse would even matter.
—She’s begging me to stop, right? But you can see her trembling because she’s feeling it too much. Don't stop then…!
That crazy bastard in the video had been holding a pillow and thrusting his hips while describing his tryst with Yoo Ah-rin in vivid detail.
I hadn't explicitly said it was Yoo Ah-rin—I’d referred to her as an anonymous 'A'—but the person involved would obviously know it was about her the moment she heard it.
‘I bought some sweets for now, but still.’
If I bought something hard, she might use it to crack my skull open, so I filled the bag with Chocomong and bags of chips puffed up with plenty of nitrogen.
Honestly, instead of trying to win her over with this stuff, wouldn't it be better to just go to Yoo Ah-rin and drop to my knees immediately?
‘Or should I go the opposite route and act tough?’
Looking at the content of that video, it was obvious she wouldn't forgive me no matter how much I apologized.
In that case, wouldn't it be better to just be shameless?
If I could just get her on the bed and set the mood, I could take control like last time and…
Ding!
While I was busy having these trashy thoughts for the sake of survival, I arrived at the 4th floor where the female dormitory was located.
Yoo Ah-rin was already waiting right in front of the elevator with her arms crossed.
I reflexively started pressing the 'Close' button, but she reached her hand inside, blocking the doors from shutting.
"Get out. Quietly."
Honestly, I thought she’d pounce on me immediately, but surprisingly, Yoo Ah-rin was mindful of her surroundings.
Even if men were banned from the girls' rooms, it wasn't like we hadn't done this several times already.
Yoo Ah-rin quietly opened the door to her suite, scanned the interior, and then beckoned me in.
"Get in! Hurry, and don't make a sound!"
‘What is this?’
It wasn't like we were filming a spy movie. Why was she making such a fuss?
"Are you filming a movie instead of Seo Ye-rin?"
"Shhh!"
Judging by the noise coming from the bathroom, it seemed like the other girls were inside.
I walked past and entered the room shared by Seo Ye-rin and Yoo Ah-rin.
"Ah-rin, are you really not going?"
"We feel bad drinking without you."
Familiar voices drifted in from outside.
Lee Seo-ah and Han Bom.
The two of them sounded excited, clearly headed out to have some fun.
"Yeah! I'm fine! I'm too tired to go."
"That's a shame."
"I know. We're leaving soon, so we should enjoy everything while we can. It’s super expensive to come here on your own dime."
The ski resort or the water park. It sounded like they were headed to one of the two.
Yoo Ah-rin finally managed to send them off after they kept pestering her to join.
The silence that settled over the room was heavy, so I decided to say anything just to break it.
"Where's Senior Ju-hee?"
"She went skiing."
Yoo Ah-rin, who had gone to double-check if the girls had actually left, let out a sigh of relief.
"And Seo Ye-rin?"
"…Film team dinner."
She shot me a sharp glare immediately but let it slide for now.
Thinking I shouldn't let her control the atmosphere, I started taking the snacks out of the bag one by one.
"Do you have something to say?"
Yoo Ah-rin remained leaning against the door with her arms crossed.
Looking at the vibe, it didn't seem like she’d accept an apology.
‘Plan B it is.’
I’ll go strong, get her on the bed, and figure it out from there. Once I take the lead and we start doing the deed, she’ll probably soften up a bit.
"I am so sorry."
Contrary to my thoughts, however, my body immediately dropped to its knees in a polite apology.
I’d intended to act tough, but looking at her vicious gaze, my body instinctively chose to prostrate itself.
When I offered her a Chocomong like a tribute, Yoo Ah-rin snatched it away and started sipping on it.
After finishing the Chocomong in one go, an annoyed Yoo Ah-rin thrust her phone in my face.
On the screen was a video of me, captured in high definition thanks to Chan-woo’s expensive phone.
—Teacher! Was it good?
—You’re asking that? How could it not be?! She was clinging to me, and even though she said she hated it with her mouth, her body was soaking wet because she loved it so much!
Jegal Jae-min, you son of a bitch.
Why did he have to ask that and make me give such a boisterous answer?
—Ah, I want to do it again. I just really want to do it again!
Maybe I shouldn't hang out with Seo Ye-rin too much.
Once I got a bit tipsy, I started talking just like that Sex Master guy.
"I-I still didn't say who it was with."
At least I could make that much of an excuse.
"That's why Chan-woo sent it to you! If he knew it was a story about you and me, would he have sent it to you?!"
Chan-woo probably sent it to me thinking, 'Here, get fucked,' but he didn't just get me fucked—he basically fired a shotgun at my head.
Without even realizing it himself.
"Was there anyone else you handcuffed besides me?"
At Yoo Ah-rin's question as she opened her second Chocomong, I started to nod—
"Ah, well, of course…!"
And then I stopped.
Because I had done it before.
"You stopped mid-sentence?"
"No, I didn't."
"Who was it?"
"It was no one."
Grab!
Yoo Ah-rin immediately snatched both my cheeks with one hand, her teeth grinding.
"Who?"
"…I didn't dooo it."
"Which bitch did you handcuff besides me? Was it Ye-rin? Seo-ah?"
"It really wasn't."
I spoke confidently as I pushed her hand away. It was thanks to her focus being slightly off.
"Wait, why did you suddenly get so confident?"
Noticing the strangeness in my reaction, Yoo Ah-rin narrowed her eyes as she sipped her Chocomong.
"It really wasn't them. Seo Ye-rin said she wanted to try it, but we never did. And if I tried to handcuff Choi I-seo, she’d probably get pissed off immediately."
This was the conversational skill of a man who’d had an ex-girlfriend.
"You were the first."
I gave her a wink and a thumbs up, and a fist immediately flew my way.
"Guh!?"
"This bastard says he had sex with other women like he's proud of it."
As I sprawled on the floor, I felt a sense of dread toward Yoo Ah-rin, who was immune to my conversational skills, and tried to keep my distance.
I’d learned that girls liked it when you told them they were your "first" at something, but apparently, that wasn't the case here.
"But why did you hesitate earlier?"
"……."
Saying she couldn't understand it, Yoo Ah-rin finished the rest of her Chocomong, looked at me on the floor, and slowly opened her mouth.
"Wait… was it the other way around?"
My body flinched—a sort of learned response, like Pavlov's dog.
"Were you the one in cuffs?"
"Ha, haha! Why would I be in cuffs!"
I waved my hands frantically, denying it, but my wrists felt strangely tingly.
"I knew it. You were."
How the hell do these girls figure this stuff out so quickly?
Whether it was Choi I-seo or Yoo Ah-rin, they seemed to see through my lies effortlessly.
Am I just that bad at lying?
"Who was it? Who put you in handcuffs?"
Now looking genuinely intrigued, Yoo Ah-rin started clearing a spot on the floor.
She tore open a bag of snacks and beckoned me to sit. I awkwardly adjusted my posture and sat down.
"Come on, come on. Spill the story."
"……."
"Hurry up. You have a mouth, don't you? You were quite eloquent when you were bragging about the memories of that night you roughly plowed into me."
She began to prod me sarcastically.
Honestly, I didn't really want to remember that time since I didn't have much experience back then.
But since I was guilty of blabbing about my time with Yoo Ah-rin to others…
Before I started.
"Do you have any alcohol?"
Just like before.
I felt like I needed a drink.
* * *
"So! Right here, she’s thrusting her hips back and forth and tightening up like crazy!"
About an hour had passed.
Having polished off the alcohol in the girls' room, I was lying down with a pillow on top of me.
"My hands are tied, right? But she’s squeezing so hard, and her hips won't stop moving. I seriously thought I was going to get sucked dry. I asked her where she learned to do that, and I got smacked while I was still tied up."
"Hehe! You crazy bastard."
Yoo Ah-rin, sipping on soju as she listened to my story, let out a giggle.
Seeing her enjoying it made me even more excited, so I kept going.
"I thought it was her first time too, but she kept looking stuff up and wanting to try it. Later on, we really tried everything."
I pushed the pillow aside, sat up, and downed another drink.
"Man, it's hot."
Feeling warmer than expected, I unbuttoned the top of my shirt and wiped away the sweat.
Drinking and telling stories about my past experiences was more exhausting than I thought.
"Man, Kim Woo-jin. You're a great storyteller. I was totally focused."
Yoo Ah-rin was grinning as she ate potato chips. I knew she had a high tolerance, so she wasn't that drunk.
Just a nice, pleasant buzz.
"Your ex was something else. It’s hard enough for me just to take yours in."
She even muttered about how fascinating my ex was for playing me like that.
"Well, I didn't have much experience back then. But things were different later on."
When I made that confident remark, she clicked her tongue, saying I was getting cocky.
The atmosphere was ripening, but when I checked the time on my phone, it was already 10 PM.
It was really time to go, so I slowly stood up.
"Hey, I really have to go now. The buses will stop running."
"You're going while you're drunk? Just sleep here."
"I have to go. I'm not an employee anymore."
It wasn't right to stay in the staff dormitory when I wasn't an employee, and even if I did stay, it should be in the men's dorm, not here.
I tried to stand, but my body wasn't cooperating as well as I’d hoped.
‘Ah, shit.’
I’d been drinking when I was telling stories in the men's dorm earlier, and I was drinking now.
I was basically on my second round.
Even if I didn't get drunk easily on beer or soju, pouring it in like this was bound to make me dizzy.
‘This is a bit dangerous.’
I figured I should just go to the men's dorm and ask the guys to let me crash for the night.
"I'll help you up."
Yoo Ah-rin approached to support my staggering frame. I leaned on her with a thank you, and as I stood up—
Click.
A strange sound echoed.
An alien sensation on my wrists.
"Huh?"
When I glanced down, the handcuffs Yoo Ah-rin had worn last time were now around my wrists.
"What is thi—"
My vision spun before I could finish my sentence.
My legs were swept out from under me, and I hit the floor. Before I could even clear my head, I was pinned down by Yoo Ah-rin's strength.
In that moment of dizziness, before I could even process the situation.
Both my wrists were locked in the handcuffs.
"Hwee?"
Even I thought my voice sounded pathetic.
After seeing Yoo Ah-rin, who had knocked me down and climbed on top of me, licking her lips with a smile.
"I told you… to sleep over."
Only then did I realize what was happening.
‘I’m fucked.’
I was totally fucked.
"This bastard… you sure can tell a hell of a story about your ex, can't you?"
"You're the one who told me to tell it."
I tried to resist, but Yoo Ah-rin was busy unbuttoning my shirt.
"Honestly, it was kind of hot when you unbuttoned that one button earlier because you were hot."
"Y-you could have just said so."
I tried to laugh it off, but Yoo Ah-rin's actions were anything but light.
She’d been breathing heavily since she started listening to the stories while we were drinking, but now she seemed completely in heat.
Having unbuttoned my shirt, she ran her hand over my chest, lowered her body, and then—
Lick.
Just like the ex-girlfriend I’d described, she started licking my nipple.
"Is this what it tastes like when you suck on mine? It's a bit salty."
"…That's because I was sweating."
"Is that so?"
Slurp.
Yoo Ah-rin began to lick slowly and deliberately. Honestly, the physical pleasure wasn't that great, but it was incredibly arousing.
‘I should tell her to stop.’
And yet, I found myself not saying it… I was quite proud of myself.
"You must be really turned on. Your pants look like they're about to rip."
"They really feel like they're going to rip, so could you maybe take them off for me?"
"Hehe, no way."
Yoo Ah-rin just rubbed her hips against me. She started licking more intensely, seemingly driven by a sense of competition with Oh Yun-ji, whom I’d mentioned earlier.
“Chuup.”
After teasing my nipple, she moved in for a kiss.
We both tasted like alcohol, but perhaps because she’d been drinking Chocomong, a sweet scent lingered on her.
The dense heat.
The tipsy buzz.
The mutual arousal.
Because of all these complex factors at play.
"I'm hoooome!"
Both of us missed the sound of Seo Ye-rin entering the suite.
"Hya!?"
"Gah!?"
Startled, Yoo Ah-rin jumped off me. My abdomen was crushed in the process, making me groan in pain, and she quickly apologized in surprise.
But that wasn't the important part.
"Eh? Woo-jin? Didn't you say you were leaving earlier?"
I’d talked to Seo Ye-rin on the phone separately.
I’d had a hard time talking her out of quitting and leaving with me.
Seo Ye-rin, back from the film team dinner, was carrying a bunch of stuff, mostly food.
And the thing that stood out the most.
A strangely bothersome bottle of wine.
Thud.
Seo Ye-rin dropped everything on the floor. She looked back and forth between Yoo Ah-rin and me, then clenched her fists and walked into the room.
"I'm joining too."
She followed up with a crazy remark.
Judging by the scent of grapes on her breath, she’d clearly had a few glasses of wine.
"A-are you crazy?!"
Yoo Ah-rin was flustered by Seo Ye-rin's declaration that she was joining in without even asking questions.
But Seo Ye-rin was already smirking at the sight of me in handcuffs.
"Oh my, what a delicious spread."
She seemed to have completely forgotten that we’d done it in the lounge at dawn; she was already in heat.
"D-don't! He's leaving now! Kim Woo-jin, get up!"
Yoo Ah-rin hurriedly tried to pull me up.
But Seo Ye-rin pounced.
She dragged me to the wall, sat me against it, and climbed onto my lap.
Then came a passionate kiss.
There was nothing I could do.
Since I was handcuffed, I couldn't push her away, so I just had to follow the lead of her tangling tongue.
"Sh-shit! You're crazy!"
Yoo Ah-rin, who had been clutching her hair in frustration behind us, watched Seo Ye-rin ignore her and continue the kiss before storming out of the room in anger.
Slam!
As soon as the door closed, Seo Ye-rin pulled her lips away, placed a hand on my head, and gave me a chilling smile.
"Woo-jin, you're mine."
"……."
"Hmm? Why are you so defenseless? That's why you keep getting eaten up like this."
Is this something a girl should be saying?
Isn't this usually what "bad boys" say?
"I-it's not that I'm the problem—"
I couldn't finish.
Seo Ye-rin grabbed my hair, pulled my head back, and continued her aggressive kiss.
How many minutes had passed?
"Phew, you talk too much."
Seo Ye-rin smiled brightly and warned me not to make excuses.
‘Ah, I’m screwed.’
Just as I was starting to realize I’d be spending the whole night here.
Rattle!
The door swung open again, and a red-faced Yoo Ah-rin stepped back inside.
"Why! Why should I be the one to leave?!"
She grumbled indignantly.
"I was the one doing it first!"
She stomped toward us with enough force to make the floor thud.
"Kya!"
She shoved Seo Ye-rin's shoulder aside, grabbed my head, and pressed her lips against mine once more.