Date with Fitness Beauty Manager Shin Se-kyung
I took my time thinking it over, but the conclusion came quickly.
A cute and pretty girl like Se-kyung wanted to be my shooter.
Of course, I had no reason to refuse.
Se-kyung was biting her pretty nails against her lips, gazing at me anxiously as she waited for my answer.
"H-ha, is a month too short? Sorry. I guess I was too hasty. I'll wait as long as it takes, until you're ready, Siwon..."
I looked at Se-kyung and cut her off.
"Yeah. Se-kyung-ah. From today, you're my shooter."
At my sudden words, her cute eyes widened even more in surprise.
"Siwon-ah. W-what did you just say?"
"Didn't hear me, Se-kyung-ah? Then come closer."
When I called her over, she leaned in toward me from her carousel horse, bringing her face near mine.
Up close, Se-kyung's small, bra-line face was perfection—like a princess from a fairy tale.
Delicately arched eyebrows, skin as white as her eyes.
Large, rabbit-like eyes.
And an adorable nose.
Everything about her was flawless.
Without hesitation, I reached out, caressed her face, and covered her ruby-red, sparkling lips with mine.
A soft, moist texture with a fresh fruit scent.
Sparkling like transparent eyes.
A mystical sensation that seemed impossible in this world.
That was my summer at twenty.
My first pledge kiss with my first shooter, Shin Se-kyung.
After getting off the carousel, Se-kyung and I felt a bit awkward.
Before her confession about wanting to be my shooter, she was just a girlfriend I could have sex with whenever.
Now, we were somewhere between friends and lovers.
In other words, we were officially in that flirty "some" stage.
Se-kyung broke the awkward silence first.
"Siwon-ssi. Aren't you hungry? Let's go eat something delicious. My treat."
Now that we were in this flirty phase, she was calling me Siwon-ssi, like it was second nature.
But I never liked that stiff "ssi" formality.
"Se-kyung-ah, let's just keep talking casually like before. Even if you're my shooter, Siwon-ssi feels weird."
Se-kyung flinched in surprise.
"R-really? In dramas, shooters usually use formal speech with guys, so I tried it. Yeah, it's awkward. Right? I like talking casually with you too, Siwon. Let's go, I'm starving."
She naturally took my hand and led me to the area in Seoul Land where all the restaurants were clustered.
Anyone who's been to an amusement park knows—the food there is overpriced as hell compared to the quality.
Se-kyung picked a pretty upscale-looking restaurant and we grabbed a table.
"Menu, please!"
She gulped dryly as she eyed the menu the server brought.
"Siwon-ah, what do you want? Pick anything! Steak? Seafood?"
My shooter Se-kyung was trying hard to impress me.
But as a fitness instructor, her salary was obviously nothing special.
If I ordered steak here, it'd wipe out her daily wage in one lunch.
In my original world, guys take girls to fancy, atmospheric restaurants during the flirty stage to impress them—and blow their hard-earned pay on one meal.
Knowing that all too well, I whispered softly into Se-kyung's ear.
"Se-kyung-ah, how about we just grab some street food? I've been craving tteokbokki since earlier."
Her eyes went wide as she stared at me.
"Huh? Siwon-ah, if my confession worked today, I brought a discount card to come here..."
She clapped her hand over her mouth mid-sentence.
In this gender-reversed world, if a woman uses a discount card at a fancy restaurant, guys think she looks cheap.
I grabbed her hand and stood, telling the server,
"We'll come back next time~"
Then I pulled her out to the outdoor street food corner.
"Se-kyung-ah, nice weather today—eating outside sounds perfect, right?"
She looked at me, her face a little flushed with embarrassment.
"Tch. Be honest, Siwon. You're just saying that 'cause you're worried I'll spend too much, right?"
"No way. Why would I worry about you? I just really wanted street food. Oh, that looks good. Tteokbokki and odeng!"
Se-kyung gazed at me with slightly touched eyes.
"You, Siwon... you're really different from other guys."
She muttered to herself.
"Tteokbokki for two, please. Two odeng. And one kimbap."
As I ordered from the food stall worker, Se-kyung naturally pulled out her wallet.
"Siwon-ah, that's for two people!"
Huh? Did I order too much?
Well, she's a girl, so maybe she eats less.
Should've just gotten one tteokbokki portion.
But my assumption was way off.
"And two sundae—extra spicy. One mixed fritter set. One jjolmyeon. Oh, and..."
Whoa!
Was Se-kyung some mukbang NewTuber? She was gonna eat all that?
I couldn't close my gaping mouth, so she glanced at me and told the worker,
"J-just that for now!"
We sat with our food, and those three girls from the entrance earlier sat at the table next to us—also grabbing street food.
The sexy long-haired one sighed.
"Haa. Guess hitting a motel with a guy is impossible today too? Every time I try talking to one, they blow me off. Seriously. Like the old saying—hit on a hottie ten times and he'll fall. Fuck."
The cute bob-cut girl sighed too, slumping her head on the table.
"That's 'cause your face screams 'fuck me' so bad. So slutty. In this day and age, what guy likes a girl with 'I wanna fuck! I crave cock so bad!' written all over her slutty, pervy face?"
"What! You done talking shit? Slutty face? My pussy's already itching, hunting's not working, and I'm pissed enough."
"Nah, not done. And why dress like such a slut? Guys'll think we're all pervs if we're with you."
At the slutty outfit comment, my eyes naturally drifted to the long straight-haired sexy girl's clothes.
Black semi-suit-style blouse, with a see-through white short dress underneath that showed everything.
So short a breeze would flash her ass.
Just slip off the blouse and it's instant sex—like unboxing a product right there.
Leopard-print high heels and black fishnet stockings to top it off.
Guys from my original world would've lost their minds and charged.
The cute bob-cut girl kept going.
"And why no bra when you're not even bragging big tits? Yours are smaller than mine anyway."
She mashed her chest together with both hands like she was proud of it.
Her pale tits jiggled through her unbuttoned white shirt.
At least D-cups—plump and full.
Not to be outdone, the long-haired girl crossed her arms, squeezing her soul into her chest.
Smaller than the bob-cut girl's udder-sized ones, but solid C-cups at least—perky.
Hmm...
This was like guys in my old world flexing whose dick was bigger.
The blonde-dyed gal-style makeup girl watching them snapped in annoyance.
"Fuck. You're both chest-flexing on purpose to make me look, right? Ugh. Fucking annoying!"
The blonde gal... sadly, despite her oozing sex appeal, her chest was flat as a board.
Slender build, total flat-chest.
The two tit-flexers blinked.
"Sorry, Sun-mi."
"Sorry."
The blonde gal sighed.
"Ugh... First thing when I get my part-time pay—boob job. Think that'll get me out of virgin hell for sure?"
"You crazy bitch. If big tits meant easy lays, would I be hugging dildos and jerking off? I'd be motel-fucking guys daily. And I'm top 10% in cup size."
The other two sighed at the bob-cut girl, titty queen.
"Yeah, fuck. What guy for trash like us? Just porn and masturbation. But Choi Hana, you're extra bitchy today. Skip your morning wank?"
The cute bob-cut girl bit her lip.
"That obvious? Fuck. Dad brought home these thick, fuckable cucumbers this morning, so I snuck one for a session. Was climbing to orgasm, feeling so good—then snap! It broke, no proper cum, ruined my whole damn day. Bitch."
The sexy long-haired girl chuckled.
"Hana, veggie play? Zucchini or cukes are fine sometimes. But best for jerking? Ppapiyo! Nothing beats Ppapiyo! Hard at first for that thrill, then melts soft and chewy mid-stroke— just like a real erect adult cock! Ngh. Thinking about it... Gotta grab some Ppapiyo on the way home. Anyway, Sun-mi, what'd you use this morning?"
The blonde gal blushed.
"W-well... I use sticky rice cakes every morning. So hard and good feeling..."