Chapter 66: Anonymous 69 and Administrator
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 66: Anonymous 69 and Administrator
Seo Ye-rin’s "studio apartment" didn't really fit the name at all.
It was just an ordinary two-story detached house, and she was using the entire second floor to herself.
I never imagined I’d actually end up here.
She lives here alone?
Can you even call this "living on your own"?
Shouldn't it just be called "moving out"?
"Co-come in quietly."
Seo Ye-rin, who had led me inside, was flushed bright red. However, she seemed to have sobered up enough that she wasn't stuttering or stumbling anymore.
"We can't get caught by the people downstairs."
Downstairs?
Was she talking about the first floor?
Just as I was wondering what she meant, Ye-rin explained in a whisper, looking embarrassed.
"M-my parents live on the first floor."
"What? Then you're not really living alone."
"I-I am! I do all the cooking and cleaning myself! They said I need to learn how to be independent, so they don't interfere at all...!"
"Ah, I see."
I think I understood the vibe.
This setup was likely the compromise her parents had reached.
They probably knew all too well.
Just how high their daughter's "market value" was.
They were worried that some random guy might hit on her and lead her astray.
But at the same time, they wanted her to develop a sense of independence.
This "studio apartment" was the result of those two conflicting desires coexisting.
...Then shouldn't I definitely not be here?
Whether she realized she was currently driving a stake through her parents' hearts or not, Ye-rin took off her shoes and stepped inside.
She glanced at me and beckoned for me to hurry up and follow.
Good grief.
Once I stepped inside, a living room that was quite meticulously organized came into full view.
No, this is...
Should I say it looked unused?
Perhaps because it was so spacious, the living room felt like it was just there to hold furniture rather than being a lived-in space.
Regardless, it certainly smelled much better than any typical student's place.
"W-wait just a second."
With that, Ye-rin dashed into her room. I caught a glimpse through the crack in the door; her room looked a bit messy.
Ah.
It seemed she only really used her bedroom. And that part of the house wasn't being managed quite as well.
I sat on the sofa and checked the time.
11:00 PM.
I let out a sigh and waited for the alcohol to wear off. I almost drifted off to sleep.
"Woo-jin?"
"Huh? Oh."
I snapped awake and opened my eyes to find Ye-rin standing there. She had changed into a baggy white T-shirt and pajama pants.
I already knew from my ex-girlfriend that this kind of style makes a man's heart race much faster.
But seeing Seo Ye-rin like this had more destructive power than I anticipated.
"Were you sleeping?"
Ye-rin looked down at me with her arms crossed and a pouting expression. I waved my hand and answered as naturally as possible.
"No? I was just thinking about what we should talk about."
At those words, Ye-rin's cheeks flushed red again. She scurried over to the refrigerator.
What she brought back was wine and two mugs.
"I don't have wine glasses at home..."
I don't know where she learned that drinking wine out of mugs was an option.
"Then why did you even buy wine?"
"I-it was a gift."
"..."
A guy probably gave it to her.
He likely hoped to do something with her while sharing that bottle.
"I-I don't think I can do this sober."
Ye-rin said as she tried to open the wine with a corkscrew. Watching her struggle and strain, my groggy mind suddenly sharpened.
"Wait, wait! I didn't come here to do that!"
At my words, Ye-rin stared at me blankly and asked back.
"Y-you didn't?"
She's really lost it.
"I came here to talk. Not as Seo Ye-rin and Kim Woo-jin..."
But as Anonymous 69 and the Administrator.
When I added that, Ye-rin's face turned even redder. It seemed there was still a sense of cognitive dissonance being called "Anonymous 69" in real life.
"First, let's talk about how you figured out who I was."
I had my suspicions, but it needed to be said.
"I-I want to know how you knew too!"
Ye-rin also seemed curious about how I had identified her as Anonymous 69 before she even revealed herself.
"Well, that's..."
The moment I opened my mouth.
I found myself at a loss for words.
Saying that I deduced her identity from the photos she sent me wearing only panties felt a bit too heavy for a sober conversation.
This wasn't something easy to talk about with a clear head.
"Hey, let's just open it first."
When I suggested we drink the wine while we talked, Ye-rin quickly handed me the bottle as if she had been waiting for that.
"Open it for me."
"You can't even do this? Give it here."
Creeeeak.
"O-oh, the corkscrew broke!"
"Huh? Did I put it in too deep?"
"Does this mean we can't drink it?"
"Go get a knife and some chopsticks!"
Stab, poke.
"Th-the cork crumbs fell into the wine!"
"...It's fine to just drink it."
"Ugh, what is this!"
* * *
"Breaking news."
Quite drunk now, I sat on the floor leaning against the sofa, listlessly reading the text on my phone.
"The Administrator—the super-endowed monster, the female-conquering rod, the womb invader, the guaranteed pregnancy shooter, the sex machine that needs no fuel, the legendary stud, 180cm/80kg/30cm—woke up refreshed after a hot night yesterday."
"D-don't say it!"
Ye-rin, who had been lying on the sofa claiming she felt dizzy, suddenly sat up and kicked me with the sole of her foot.
It was one of the inquiries she had sent me as Anonymous 69.
"Breaking news: Hikers mistake the Administrator's meat pole for Mt. Everest and attempt a climb."
"D-die! I told you not to say it!"
Now she actually lunged at me, trying to snatch my phone, but I leaned back and kept reading.
"'I just want to shove my pussy onto his dick and grind'? You really wrote a lot of crazy shit, Seo Ye-rin."
"That wasn't me! I said it wasn't me!"
Ye-rin, who was writhing while covering her ears, suddenly snapped her head up and glared at me.
"That was the day you said you slept with a woman."
Ye-rin crept closer to me. Her face, already red from the alcohol, now held a look of accusation.
"Who was it?"
"Personal privacy."
"But you're exposing all of my privacy right now!"
Look at her.
"Then don't write this stuff to me! Why would you even send photos of yourself to someone you don't know?! Do you know how dangerous that is?"
"Ugh."
At my words, Ye-rin flinched and began to back away. I didn't miss the momentum and kept firing.
"What if it wasn't me, but some creep? Why would you create a situation where someone could blackmail you!"
"Th-that's why I haven't sent any lately."
"Phew."
Well, that was true.
Last time, she had sent photos of a Western actress, calling it "material."
At least she had come to her senses to some degree.
Was it because I hesitated?
Ye-rin huffed and pointed a finger at me, shouting.
"In the first place! You looked at mine and rated them! Saying they weren't hot! Saying they were mediocre! S-saying you preferred the actress photos I sent last time!"
"...I only said that on purpose so you'd stop sending them."
"Then... am I better than the actress?"
"..."
Honestly.
I preferred the actress's body type a bit more. How could anyone resist Western content?
"Eek! You say that, but you have my photos saved, don't you? You kept them all to use for your perverted fantasies, didn't you?!"
"Don't be ridiculous."
I confidently held out my phone and replied.
"1234. You know the password. Check it yourself. See if I saved even a single photo of you."
"..."
I was confident.
It was my own sense of conscience and consideration for her. I hadn't saved a single one of the photos she had sent of herself.
"Hmph."
Whether she was unhappy about that or not, Ye-rin didn't even check the phone. She just grumbled and plopped back down on the sofa.
I tried to sit back in my original spot, but my vision blurred, and I stumbled as I sat down.
Ah, damn.
I had forgotten that I'm a bit weak to drinks like wine. I didn't think I'd had much, but I was already drunk and dizzy.
Besides, I had already gone through a first round of drinking at the festival pub.
This isn't good.
This time spent opening up and talking honestly without hiding anything was quite fun, but...
I felt like I would fall asleep if I stayed any longer, so it was time to wrap things up.
"I... I'm going now."
I forced myself up to head home, but my clothes were yanked from behind, and I fell right back onto the sofa.
"..."
Ye-rin had pulled me back down without a word. She kept her mouth shut tight but wouldn't let go of me, making the atmosphere feel strange.
"What is it? I said I'm leaving."
Because of the alcohol, I couldn't put much strength into my body. I felt like I might black out if I drank any more, so I needed to control myself.
"Do you remember what we talked about back then?"
Ye-rin suddenly started a trip down memory lane.
"I don't. I'm going."
I didn't know what she was trying to say, but a loud warning siren was blaring in my head telling me I shouldn't stay.
I tried to get up again, but before I knew it, Ye-rin's leg was draped over my lap, preventing me from rising.
"Back then, I asked if you wanted to meet up."
Ah...
I did remember her suddenly asking to meet.
"And."
And what did she say...?
My brain wasn't working well because I was drunk.
"If you seemed okay after we met."
As Ye-rin slowly revealed the answer, I realized it a beat late.
"I said we should try doing it once."
Before I knew it, Ye-rin was on top of me.
I could feel the soft sensation of her buttocks on my thighs, and we both let out breaths laced with the scent of wine.
Was I becoming more intoxicated by that?
Feeling myself grow hard down below, I found myself staring blankly at Ye-rin.
She looked down at me and smiled slightly.
"You're cute."
"W-what?"
I tried to respond, but it was already too late. Our lips met, and her tongue, tasting of sweet yet bitter wine, awkwardly intertwined with mine.
Slowly pulling her lips away, Ye-rin leaned into my ear and whispered softly.
"I have a mole on my thigh, you know?"
"I-I know."
At my answer, Ye-rin chuckled and asked.
"Want to see?"
* * *
"Ye-rin! I let you off easy because of the festival yesterday, but what time did you get in?!"
I snapped my eyes open at the sound of her mother's irritable voice.
Bright sunlight was streaming in.
Looking around, I was in Ye-rin's room, which was awkwardly tidy, and I was in her bed.
And.
"Ah...?"
Beside me, a naked Ye-rin was fast asleep. Her arm was wrapped around my waist, and she showed no sign of letting go.
"Sh-shit?!"
I wondered if I had blacked out, but I hadn't.
Unfortunately, I remembered vividly.
We did it.
We actually did it.
Unable to resist Ye-rin's temptation, I had acted like a beast.
Just as a complex mix of emotions weighed heavily on my entire body and chased away my fatigue...
"Good grief, how long is she going to sleep?"
I heard the sound of the front door opening.
It meant Ye-rin's mother had entered the house.