Chapter 511: Chicken Radish
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 511: Chicken Radish
Choi Jin-ah was currently busy trying to push my chest away as I lunged at her.
She was straining with both arms, trying her best to shove me back, but she didn't seem to have much strength in them; she just let out little grunts of effort.
"Wh-why are you…! So strong?!"
"I’m not strong. You’re just weak."
"I-I’ve been trained so much by Ju-hee Unni—!"
She poured strength into her hands, determined to push me off. But the more she resisted, the more I pressed in, closing the distance.
"I’m getting squashed! I’m being crushed!"
"Hahaha!"
Jin-ah was pinned against the sofa. No matter how much she tried to push me with her hands, she eventually ended up curled in the corner of the couch.
"Move! What is this?! I—I said that because I thought we were going to have sex! Why did it suddenly turn into this?!"
To be fair, the flow up until the kiss had definitely been heading toward sex. But seeing her struggle so hard to push me away made me want to tease her a bit.
Besides, there aren't many people in our household I can actually beat in a contest of strength. Shouldn't I act tough when I get the chance?
"Hahaha!"
"Ugh, seriously!"
If I made one mistake, it was forgetting that while Jin-ah might lack strength, she certainly didn't lack flexibility.
Even while being pinned down, she wiggled around and curled her legs up, preparing to launch me off her.
"Ngh! Ngggh!"
"Are you taking a crap?!"
"Seriously! Is that any way to talk to your girlfriend?!"
"I say way worse things than that to Ye-rin."
"That’s Ye-rin-ssi!"
As if letting out a battle cry, she shoved her legs against my stomach with all her might.
Did she put too much force into it? Her feet slipped downward, and she ended up kicking me square in the lower half.
"……!"
"Gasp?!"
I thought my eyes were going to roll into the back of my head.
It seemed Jin-ah had learned the concept of "weak point strikes" quite accurately from her gaming sessions, because she had landed a direct hit on my most vital spot.
"Ack—?!"
That was it.
I couldn't even scream anymore; I could only wait in silence for the wave of agony to follow.
"W-Woo-jin, are you okay?!"
As I recoiled and curled into a ball, Jin-ah rushed over and started patting my back.
"Wh-why are you patting my back—!"
"Is it not here?! Then, uh…"
"My lower back!"
I don't know why, but in emergencies like this, everyone always starts patting the lower back.
Jin-ah also hurriedly began patting my waist, her face full of worry.
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
"I-I didn't do it on purpose! Believe me!"
"If you’d done that on purpose, I really wouldn't have let you off!"
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
It hurt like hell, but I endured it.
Fortunately, my equipment was still intact. If I didn't have that special trait that made me tougher when dealing with women, I definitely wouldn't have come out of that unscathed.
"Phew…"
As I let out a sigh of relief and relaxed my body, Jin-ah wiped the sweat from her forehead and giggled.
"Operation complete."
"Don't give me that 'operation' crap."
"I-I’ve been watching a lot of medical dramas lately…"
Jin-ah laughed sheepishly.
Having finally calmed down, I sat on the sofa, feeling dejected. I’d tried to enjoy a petty sense of superiority and ended up paying the price.
Is this why they say a person should live according to their station?
I felt a bit pathetic for getting so excited about winning a strength contest against a girl.
"Since you were in the wrong, you go get the chicken, Jin-ah-ssi."
"Okay… Wait, what?!"
I tried to pin the blame on her, and Jin-ah, who had been about to comply, suddenly snapped her head around to look at me.
"Why me?! Technically, it was your fault, Woo-jin-ssi!"
"I’m the victim here, though?"
"You’re an aggressor who became a victim! Why were you doing something so weird all of a sudden?!"
"That’s—"
"I can see right through you! There aren't many people you can beat with strength besides me, so you wanted to enjoy the moment, didn't you?!"
"……."
"If you had just kept the mood going naturally like we were going to at first, I wouldn't have done that! I was all ready for it, so what on earth was that—!"
"Huh?"
I glanced at her, wondering if I’d heard her correctly. Jin-ah glared at me, her lips tucked into her mouth.
"What!"
She realized what she’d just said, but out of embarrassment, she chose to get angry instead of admitting it.
However, no matter what she said, her flushed face couldn't hide the fact that she’d let the truth slip.
"Y-You were waiting for it?"
She’d seemed so happy earlier when I said we weren't going to do it, but was that actually not the case?
"……."
Jin-ah kept her mouth shut.
Knowing that was a clear enough "yes," I scratched the back of my head awkwardly.
"I mean, you looked so happy when I said we weren't doing it."
"I obviously thought you’d change your mind right away."
"……You weren't wrong."
Since I actually had given in halfway through, Jin-ah wasn't incorrect.
It was just that I’d veered off into something weird after that.
"Woo-jin-ssi… No, Woo-jin-ah."
Jin-ah straightened her posture and looked at me.
It felt a bit like being scolded by a parent, so I found myself looking back at her attentively.
"I think we need to get our acts together."
"…Get our acts together?"
"Think about it. My first impression was supposed to be the pure and fragile type, right?"
Like Seo Ye-rin?
She did have a similar vibe back then.
"Well, yeah."
"But my image has changed lately. I feel like I’m being taken too lightly."
"I thought it was a good thing that we’re comfortable with each other…"
In reality, I am comfortable with Jin-ah.
It’s not that I’m uncomfortable with the others, but…
With her, I felt like I could be a bit more blunt.
This was my own way of showing affection.
"I like being comfortable. I have fun bickering and playing around with you, too. Even if it’s annoying when you tease me sometimes, it’s still not bad."
We played around while respecting the line, after all. The problem was just that the line was usually very far away.
"But we’re a couple. So, how about we try doing something more like a couple?"
"……."
"To be honest… I felt a little jealous when I heard that Yun-ji and Ju-hee Unni did it today."
"I-Is that so?"
Pouting her lips, Jin-ah slowly leaned in closer.
"Woo-jjin-ah. I want to—"
Ding-dong!
"Ah, the chicken’s here!"
Jin-ah jumped up and bolted for the door. I wondered if she was going to tumble, and sure enough, she tripped over her own feet and went rolling.
"Gah—?!"
"……."
And she said what?
That we need to get our acts together?
I watched her with a look of sheer disbelief. Jin-ah rubbed her bruised knee as she hobbled back.
"Hehe, I was in such a hurry that I tripped without realizing it."
You’re truly something else.
"Let’s just eat the chicken."
I decided to give up for now.
I set the chicken out on the table and turned on the TV.
The movie had already spiraled into some incomprehensible labyrinth of a plot, so I switched over to a variety show that was easier to follow.
"Oh, you’re not going to watch the movie anymore?"
"No, I’m not."
Jin-ah hummed as she set things up. I had ordered the "national standard"—half seasoned, half fried.
On the other hand, Jin-ah had ordered some bizarre chicken covered in a strange powder.
"It’s a new menu item. Do you want to try some, Woo-jin-ssi?"
"……No thanks."
"Don't ask for any later just because it looks delicious."
She grinned and was about to take a bite when I spoke up.
"By the way, are we back to formal speech?"
At my question, Jin-ah paused with her mouth open and the chicken right in front of her, rolling her eyes toward me.
Then, she gave an awkward, sheepish smile.
"At some point, this just became more comfortable."
Even though she uses informal speech when we’re having sex. I really don't understand this woman sometimes.
In the past, she felt like a woman trapped in a fishbowl.
But ever since she was set free, she’s been so free-spirited that it’s sometimes hard to keep up.
"Mmm."
Watching Jin-ah eat her chicken happily, I could only let out a hollow laugh.
Only five minutes ago, she was complaining about us not doing "couple-like" things.
Now, she’s just focused on eating chicken and looks perfectly happy.
'She really eats with gusto.'
If she hadn't become a violinist, she probably could have done mukbangs.
I could see her going on variety shows later for food tours.
'But romance, huh.'
I took a bite of my chicken and pondered.
Jin-ah saying those things wasn't just a sudden whim today.
As her boyfriend, I wanted to meet her halfway.
After all, she had become someone precious to me.
I didn't want to let go of Jin-ah, who had become a natural part of my daily life, nor did I want to disappoint her.
I wondered if I could combine romance with eating.
You know, like feeding each other.
Since we had different flavors of chicken, I considered suggesting we feed each other, but…
"It’s bone-in chicken."
"Mmm? Chicken has to be on the bone."
It wasn't boneless, so I couldn't exactly feed it to her.
Just as I was about to give up and just eat…
'No, it’s important for the man to take the lead.'
I won't deny that I’ve been somewhat passive lately because the girls have been so aggressive.
But that doesn't mean I’m incapable of being proactive.
"Jin-ah-ssi, aren't you going to eat the pickled radish? Let me feed you."
If the teeth don't work, use the gums.
If the chicken doesn't work, use the pickled radish.
"Huh? I opened a pack over here. So don't wor—"
Jin-ah, who was about to answer with a bright smile, froze and her eyes went wide when she saw me.
Because I was leaning toward her with a piece of pickled radish held between my teeth.
'I’m going to die of embarrassment.'
You said you wanted to do couple things.
When I sent that message with my eyes, Jin-ah stared at me blankly for a moment.
Wriggle.
She shifted her hips, sliding closer to me, and then pressed her lips against mine.
The tangy pickled radish began to pass over to Jin-ah’s side, but it got caught on her tongue and rolled back into my mouth.
"Give it… your tongue."
At her request, I used my tongue to roll the radish back into her mouth.
The kiss continued.
Mmm, chuu.
Even after the radish had been swallowed, the kiss lingered for a moment longer.
My face turned red with embarrassment as I pulled away and looked to the side.
"Whew, this is… more embarrassing than I thought."
I felt like I’d done something like this before. I once moved an ice cube into Yun-ji’s mouth with a kiss.
But back then, we were in the middle of sex.
Doing it now with the lights on made it feel significantly more embarrassing.
"A-Ahem."
Jin-ah also looked away, seemingly embarrassed.
"P-Pickled radish is a must with chicken."
I thought she was just saying whatever came to mind.
But suddenly, she started rummaging through the delivery bag and pulled out two more containers of pickled radish, placing them in front of me.
"……."
I stared at her blankly.
With a dreamy expression, she leaned in even closer and whispered.
"You’re going to… feed me more, right?"