Chapter 175
Chapter 175
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 175
Chapter Title: Friendship?? (2)
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1.
The peace that arrived after an intense battle was incredibly sweet.
The contrast between the stinging downpour that had battered their skin and the plush sofa was enough to make one sigh, This is life.
Today's movie choice was a straightforward romance.
It was about a couple who broke up, erased their memories of each other to forget the pain of parting, only to meet again by fate.
Siwoo had actually seen it before.
He'd enjoyed it quite a bit, so he'd picked it to show Sharon.
"Phew..."
Now a staple in her casual wardrobe, the tank top and dolphin shorts.
Sharon, her long legs bare and cool, leaned half against the sofa and half against Siwoo as she chugged her beer.
"Want me to grab another?"
"Aren't you drinking a bit too much? That's already five cans."
"Nah, nah, I'm just buzzed 'cause I'm in such a good mood."
From what he'd observed so far, Sharon wasn't much of a drinker.
Two beers would put her in high spirits, making her flash pretty eye smiles or burst into giggles at Siwoo's lame jokes, smacking his arm.
And yet here she was, having survived a brush with death, paid off her massive debt, showered away her exhaustion, watched a romance flick, and downed five cans?
Sharon's happiness meter, euphoria, and energy levels had rocketed far past 200%.
She was fully doped-up Sharon.
"Fine by me."
"Wait right there~"
Siwoo paused the movie for a moment, and Sharon scampered to the kitchen, returning with an armful of imported beers that had filled an entire shelf in the fridge.
"Hey, how do you plan to drink all that?"
"What's the big deal? On a day like today, you gotta drink till you drop!"
Seeing her so excited after all the gloom from her debts made Siwoo decide not to stop her.
Sharon dumped the beers into the mini icebox by the sofa and handed Siwoo a can, beaming.
"Siwoo, Siwoo. Let me open it for you."
"I haven't finished mine yet..."
"It's fine, it's fine! Finish that quick and have this one too."
"My, my, someone's tipsy."
"Yeah! I think I am."
Siwoo gave a wry smile, set down his half-full can, and took the one Sharon offered.
She'd gulped it down like water and was already wobbly.
But he had no intention of scolding her for it.
Sharon had loosened up a lot since meeting Siwoo, but her old life sounded like debtor hell itself.
Stubbornly paying off her debts without anyone to vent to, mocked as an "abortee" by other exiles, abandoning all leisure for work...
In a way, Siwoo's five years as a slave had been less grueling than Sharon's. Hers lasted ten years, after all.
People who grit their teeth through life eventually stumble and crash.
Sometimes, you need a day to completely let loose and unwind.
"Siwoo..."
Suddenly, Sharon wrapped both her hands around his.
Her palms were warmer than usual, thanks to the alcohol.
"You know I'm really, really grateful to you, right?"
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Let's get back to the movie."
"No, answer me properly. You know I'm truly, truly grateful, right?"
Even when playing or watching movies with Siwoo, Sharon always held back a little.
So this was Siwoo's first time seeing her drunk like this.
When she got tipsy, her words slurred a bit, she repeated herself, giggled nonstop, and clung to him.
And her final drunken quirk seemed to be thinking it was because of him... or was that overthinking it?
"Got it, I know you're grateful. Happy now?"
"Yeah, happy."
Sharon kept smiling even after his answer, not letting go of his hand.
Instead, she pinched the back of it, slipped her fingers between his one by one, or pressed it to her cheek.
She's adorable.
She was cute even sober, but tonight she was a total puppy.
"That enough? Starting the movie?"
"Yeah! But can I hold your hand?"
"Uh... sure."
What's a little hand-holding? No big deal.
"Alright, lemme shift a bit."
"Shift?"
"Hold on."
Sharon stood on the sofa, grabbed Siwoo's ankle, spread his legs, and plopped into the space between.
Then she leaned her back and head against his stomach and chest.
Using him like a sofa.
"What're you doing?"
"Am I heavy? I just wanna watch like this."
"Not heavy, but..."
"Just a little longer, please?"
She was light, and it wasn't uncomfortable per se. But there was one issue.
Her lower back was pressing right against his crotch.
Not super stimulating, so bearable.
But... this feels way too couple-y.
She was drunk and content, so whatever.
Settled in Siwoo's lap, Sharon let out a satisfied breath and quietly watched the movie.
But as time passed, Siwoo noticed more problems with the position.
Sharon's head rested on his chest.
A fresh, pleasant scent wafted from her hair—like a herb garden mixed with cool water.
Great on its own, but add her natural body warmth, and the mood turned sensual.
Plus her excited heartbeat from the booze, the subtle rise and fall of her breathing body.
He felt it all.
"Hmm..."
Siwoo didn't show it, and Sharon seemed oblivious as usual, so the movie continued.
Until...
Sharon, who'd been idly playing with his hand while watching, suddenly sat up.
"Am I bothering you?"
This was welcome news for Siwoo.
From this angle, even a slight glance down revealed the deep cleavage above her tank top. It had been distracting.
"........."
Sharon peeked back over her shoulder, eyes hesitant behind the screen of her hair.
Those melted-sugar eyes hardened with resolve, startling Siwoo.
"Mmgh...!"
"Huh?"
She'd crossed her arms, grabbed the hem of her tank top, and whipped it off.
It happened so fast Siwoo just stared at her bare back.
Even if it hadn't, his reaction would've been the same.
Her body was like a sculptor's masterpiece.
From the waistband of her dolphin shorts, straight erector spinae muscles rose, her shoulder blades flowed gracefully with the motion, and her waist curved inward softly, drawing the eye like a black hole.
Her turquoise hair, pulled up with the shirt, cascaded back down, intensifying her scent.
Sharon gathered it, tied it with her hair tie.
As she moved, glimpses of her sideboob jiggled softly behind her back.
Seductive.
Just her back exuded raw allure.
"Yawn..."
Pretending to yawn, she leaned back against him like before.
Her full breasts, mismatched with her slender frame—which he'd seen yesterday—jiggled heavily.
Tilting her head back, she saw Siwoo's stiffness and laughed.
"Why stare like that?"
"You can't just strip out of nowhere. You scared me."
"You said my boobs are pretty. Don't wanna see?"
"That's not it... This is just really embarrassing for me."
"Heh, you always go formal when flustered."
Sharon half-covered her chest with one arm, a mix of shy and playful on her flushed face.
Then she grabbed Siwoo's hesitant hand and placed it on her breast.
The ultimate texture—unmatched by any tech—filled his palm.
Softness aside, the perky firmness near his palm was distracting.
Her skin felt hotter than yesterday—probably the alcohol.
"You're pretty drunk, huh?"
"No, no, I'm not drunk at all. But you must be tired today, right?"
"Uh, yeah, sure."
"I said if you were tired, I'd let you see and touch my boobs. And today was tiring, so... here you go."
Taking her perfect breasts hostage like that left only one answer for a guy.
Convinced by her own logic, Sharon nodded calmly and placed his other hand on her chest too.
"Comfy?"
"C-comfy."
And so, Siwoo ended up with natural breast pillows for movie time.
She leaned lower now, perhaps to let him touch freely.
Perfect positioning to knead or admire their shape to his heart's content.
Sharon's tits—not too big, perfectly shaped, drove men wild.
Siwoo swallowed and gave a light squeeze.
Same sensation as yesterday.
"Siwoo."
Her pretty mint eyes rolled up to meet his.
"Don't hold back. You can knead 'em like dough."
"Like dough?"
"Bad phrasing? Anyway, go wild. Do whatever. It's... my way of showing thanks? Weird?"
Seeing him hesitate, she wanted to reassure him it was fine.
His dick twitched.
He'd been reciting sutras to hold back, but "knead like dough" conjured images, blood rushing south.
Sharon felt the hardness against her back and adjusted silently.
Mortifying.
Avoiding his eyes, she said,
"D-don't worry about it. Makes me happy, actually? Means you really think my body's pretty... Uh, yeah, I don't mind."
Not her boozy high-energy tone—a shy, girlish one.
She'd realized it was his erection, and being new to this, felt awkward.
Her considerate words only made it worse.
Still, it was her thank-you, so no refusing.
Crazy to turn this down.
Any guy pulling away for pride at this point?
"Got it. Can I keep going?"
"Yeah. Go ahead."
In the end, he spent the rest of the movie kneading her breasts, barely watching.
No regrets.
Far more captivating than the film right in his hands.
"........."
"........."
Ending credits rolled with soft music.
Normally, Sharon would chatter impressions, ask about confusing parts—total talker.
Not now.
Siwoo wasn't the only one ignoring the screen.
And slowly, he realized something.
Her nipple against his palm.
Was it always this hard?
No.
Don't overthink.
Innocent Sharon was just offering thanks.
Like his erection from seeing and touching, her nipples stiffened from friction.
"...Fun movie. Whoa...!"
Her obvious fake review cut short as she slowly sat up.
Her arm gave out mid-motion, and she wobbled.
Siwoo hastily grabbed her waist.
"Careful."
"Ah..."
Soft side flesh in his hand.
By some twist of fate, their faces ended up inches apart like a romance scene.
Clinging to him, Sharon stared without smiling.
"........."
"........."
Unable to bear the weird tension, Siwoo broke the silence first.
"My thigh's cramping. Wanna get down?"
It didn't hurt.
Her face this close was too intense; he'd just blurted something.
Wide innocent eyes, lips pressed inward.
He knew she was pretty, but up close? Devastating.
"Siwoo."
Sharon showed no sign of moving.
Instead, her sweet lips parted.
"I think I get it."
"Get what?"
"The timing... when you wanna kiss."
Arms around his neck, Sharon suddenly pressed her lips to his.