Who Wins the Strip Jenga? (Dongcheol's POV)
*Click, click, clack!*
Suji undid the buttons of her sky-blue blouse. She peeled it off slowly, gazing at me with a sultry look that said she was dying to devour me right then and there.
“Oppa, this is the first time I’ve ever shown a man this side of me.”
As expected of our adorable Suji. She was only showing this to me.
Her pale bare skin came into view. The purple, deliberately sexy bra made her firm breasts look even more provocatively alluring. God, I wanted to bury my face in those tits this second. Heat flooded my entire body.
“Oppa. Hurry up—let’s play the next round.”
“Huh? Yeah! Let’s do it. Come on, let’s go!”
Motivation roared back to life. We rebuilt the Jenga tower.
“I lost, so this time Oppa goes first.”
My eyes kept snagging on her white skin and those plump breasts.
*Tap, tap, tap!*
I carefully eased a block free. Suji concentrated this time too.
*Tap, tap!*
She plucked one out with her cute little fingers. Whew. This was getting tense.
The clothes I had left: undershirt, pants, and underwear. Suji still had her bra, skirt, panties, and pantyhose. Three versus four. Anyone could see I was at a disadvantage. But I was a master of entertainment Jenga. Don’t compare me to ordinary people!
The eleventh pull. The tower swayed. The slightest slip and it would come down. Heh. For a hospitality-Jenga veteran like me, this level of difficulty was nothing.
*Clack!* The whole stack collapsed in a clattering rush.
“Kyaa! Oppa~~! I won! Oppa, you make Jenga so much fun!”
This time Suji looked genuinely delighted. It had been that breathlessly close. But the real prize I’d been hunting was exactly that unguarded, happy expression on her face. Now she no longer suspected I was any kind of expert. She thought I was a total scrub. This was the moment to drop the hammer. A true master knows how to keep his claws sheathed.
“Ah, seriously! Suji, let’s stop messing around and go big. From now on it’s a hundred-thousand-won pot! And whoever lasts to the end takes every won we’ve piled up so far.”
I cast the bait. Suji hesitated. A hundred thousand was real money, and I’d already put more into the pot than she had. The odds looked bad for her. But I already knew how this ended.
“Yes! Let’s do it. Dongcheol-ssi is so manly!”
Hook, line, and sinker. A monster catch. Sorry, Suji. Today’s winnings are going straight into our wedding fund. She had fully convinced herself I was a Jenga amateur. Completely snared.
I manfully yanked my pants clean off. Color flooded Suji’s cheeks.
“Oh my, Oppa. So manly.”
Her gaze drifted downward, clearly checking out my cock. She rubbed her thighs together, breathing growing rough, casually cupping her own breasts. Suji. Looking fucking desperate to touch herself.
“Alright—next round! This time I’m definitely winning. Brace yourself, Suji!”
We stacked the tower again. Suji went first. Sweat beaded on her forehead; from here on she was serious. A hundred-thousand-won winner-take-all. Impossible not to feel the pressure.
*Click-click-clack!*
The early pulls were easy. Then the way the blocks stacked higher took on an ominous shape—the lightning-rod tower strategy. So she *had* been sandbagging. That was why she’d accepted the all-in. Still, she was roughly two moves below me. I’d already mapped her skill level. My eyes sharpened. Now the real fight began.
*Click-click-clack! Tap-tap-clack!*
Official world-championship rules demanded a clean single pull. This was an unofficial match, so we forgave the multi-taps—so long as you didn’t brush another block and get disqualified. Finger control grew razor-fine. It felt like watching the world Jenga finals. I swallowed dry spit. Time and space seemed to shrink until only Suji and I existed inside it. Gulp.
The critical moment arrived. A configuration like that, only a genuine expert could extract. Suji wiped streaming sweat; she looked rattled.
*Click… click-click… clack—*
The tower teetered on the edge.
*Clack!* It thundered down in a cascade.
My win. Suji exhaled hard and pulled a hundred-thousand-won note from her wallet. Her eyes went sharp.
“Dongcheol-ssi. Be honest. You’re good at Jenga, aren’t you?”
No point hiding it any longer. She’d stopped calling me Oppa and switched to Dongcheol-ssi. Now she was serious. Heh. Foolish human. Did you really think you could face the entertainment-Jenga master while half-assing it? Still, first move: the classic “I dunno” defense.
“No way. Suji, I’m terrible at Jenga. I’m just weirdly on fire today. Probably because I’m playing with a pretty girl like you.”
She kept staring with open suspicion.
“Tch. Fine.”
Suji slowly began peeling off her pink miniskirt. Those long, straight legs were lethally sexy. She stood and stripped with the deliberate, sinuous grace of a striptease. Aigoo, I’m dying. *Psssh. Pssshsh.* A bead of precum leaked from my cock. Fatal for a guy in his thirties. She still had the pantyhose on, yet she’d deliberately removed the skirt—clearly trying to get me so hard I’d screw up.
“I’ll go first.”
We rebuilt the tower and started again. Even a world-championship final wouldn’t have felt this tense.
*Clack. Clack.*
Both of us were playing at full strength now. A true blade match. No more fake hand movements. Early game we ripped blocks free in single clean pulls. Then the crisis returned. The tower swayed, looking ready to die. But if it was me—I could do this. Man Kim Dongcheol! Ten years of entertainment-Jenga life! Don’t you dare look down on me!
The instant I reached for the block—
“Oppaah… ahhng.”
Suji spread her legs with deliberate lewdness and let out a pure porn-moan. My concentration shattered.
*Clunk!* The tower exploded downward.
Fuck! I dug out another hundred thousand and laid it on the bed like tribute.
“Oppaa, sorry. I didn’t mean to. Did that throw you off?”
Bullshit. I knew she’d done it on purpose. But interference was part of the game. I wouldn’t break again. I ripped my undershirt off in one motion.
“Alright! Let’s go—Jenga, go!”
My eyes changed too. Heh. No way I was losing to some early-twenties kid. The honor of man Kim Dongcheol was on the line.
We stacked the tower. Early game flew by; neither of us needed to hide skill anymore.
*Sway. Sway.*
At the twentieth block the tower trembled. The rebuilding duel had been just as fierce. Everything stayed under calculation. Suji strained to free a piece.
*Tap… tap-tap!*
Huh? She was better than expected. This was getting dangerous. I spread my legs wide and scratched my cock. *Scratch. Scratch.* Suji’s eyes flicked downward for a split second. Jenga never forgives a moment’s distraction.
*Clack!* The whole stack collapsed.
As expected—my dick attack left her helpless. Suji looked outraged.
“Ah, seriously, Dongcheol-ssi. Isn’t that too much? Grabbing your private parts that blatantly and sexily is against the rules.”
I threw both hands up in the classic “I dunno” pose.
“Ah, my dick was itchy so I scratched it. Physiological reaction. You’re just sensitive, Suji.”
“Tch. Fine. Just you wait!”
She unhooked the purple bra. Bounce, bounce—firm and full. Huuuk. Dangerous. My cock went berserk, rocketing upward. Hold it any longer and I’d blast jizz into orbit. Hang on a little longer, you bastard. Almost finished. All Suji had left were panties and pantyhose. Of course I was still worse off—I was down to underwear alone.
We rebuilt the tower. The winner would be decided inside two more rounds. My throat was desert-dry. I grabbed the beer beside me and drained it. Kuuu~! Perfect. You can do this, Kim Dongcheol!
I pulled first. The game accelerated. Crisis hit on the twenty-second block. Careful. When the pieces twisted like this, you applied the Pythagorean equation: wrist bent ninety degrees, light tap right, then push left. The tower shuddered. Sweat beaded even on my fingernails. Tense. I can do this. I can do this! Five hundred thousand won on the line—seventy bowls of sundae gukbap. Ten full packs of cigarettes.
*Click-click-clack!*
Swoosh! Yes! I did it. Man Kim Dongcheol did it. Suji’s face went pale. Hell, mine would have too. That pull had been genuinely brutal. She tried the next block anyway—
*Crashhhhh!*
Down it went. Suji pulled another hundred thousand from her wallet and slapped it onto the bed.
“Ah. Fuck. Hey. You’re a pro, aren’t you?”
Hearing raw curses spill from that pretty mouth—she was seriously pissed.
“Ah, Suji, why are you like this? Let’s keep it fair. Fair game.”
“Ah, fuck for real. Dongcheol-ssi, is this how you’re gonna play?”
She seemed to claw her reason back. A woman in full rampage mode is terrifying. Better keep the line and finish the game cleanly. If we’d been regular friends this would be the perfect moment to roast her into the ground for maximum satisfaction—but if she got mad enough to storm out without fucking, that would be a disaster. Hold it in.
Suji let out a long breath. Now she finally understood: I was master-level.
“This is something Dongcheol-ssi brought on himself.”
She looked at me with pure succubus eyes. And then—instead of the stockings she was supposed to remove—she peeled off her panties.
Fuuuuuck! That was not allowed. That was a full cheat code. No panties under stockings?! My mental fortitude cracked. Her pure-white, plump ass bounced firm and full. My head spun.
“Come on, Oppa. Hurry up~ Yes~”
And she layered aegyo on top of it. Wasn’t this going way too far no matter how many times she pulled it?!
We stacked the tower. But I already knew. I had lost before the first move. Every scrap of my attention locked onto that firm ass, the white skin, the sheer stockings. No matter how long I stared I only wanted to stare more. Fuck! And the sweet perfume hit me too. I wanted to bury my face in those bouncy tits right now, grab that ass, and fuck her senseless. Ugh—a thin thread of nosebleed slipped free.
*Clack!*
Suji cleanly extracted her block. My hands shook like I had Parkinson’s. She crossed her legs and slowly rubbed her thighs together. G-go away! In a past life this woman must have been a succubus who lived by draining men’s semen dry.
*Click… click-clack!* The tower thundered down in a long, merciless cascade.
Man Kim Dongcheol fell helplessly to the no-panties stockings.