Dinner with Eunseo
"Eek..."
Lee Eunseo's face flushed red with embarrassment. Still, she seemed pleased by the compliment on her outfit, flashing a bashful smile. But once the teasing wore off, the awkwardness settled back in.
Guess I'm feeling it a bit too.
Eunseo wasn't the only one—it wasn't like I was some outgoing type either. Sure, I'd met plenty of women at clubs, but those girls were all super aggressive. Dating one-on-one with someone as shy as Eunseo? This was uncharted territory for me.
A normal date, just dinner, no sexual vibes. First time for everything, and I was drawing a blank on how to keep the conversation flowing.
This fresh, awkward vibe has its charm... but let's sit down first and figure it out.
We entered the salad bar, piled our plates high, and took our seats at a table. Eunseo was still looking stiff. Time to loosen things up.
I scanned the surroundings for a topic. Her plate caught my eye. Mine was loaded with meats, but hers had way more veggies and fruits than protein.
"Huh? You came all the way to a salad bar just to eat veggies?"
She blinked in surprise before answering.
"The salads here are delicious. And if you eat too much meat... you'll gain weight..."
Her tone shifted from flustered to a pouty whine by the end.
Ah, so cute.
Especially meat—it packs on the pounds so fast...
Just a little taste test, that's all.
"You're pretty enough without losing any."
"Eek, not pretty at all... And I gain weight so easily.. Hiiing."
Eunseo did have a bit of baby fat, that much was true. But unlike the old Shin Yeona, it wasn't fat—it was more like soft, youthful plumpness. Otherwise, she couldn't hold that 70-point beauty score.
Good sign she's aware and hates it.
For someone like me curious about her slimmed-down look, this was welcome news. Still, dieting with nothing but veggies at a salad bar felt a tad harsh.
Once the reality correction's third-party limit unlocks, I could just tweak her myself—no diet needed.
Anyway, now I had intel: she was stressing about gaining weight. That gave me my angle.
"You're pretty just like this. Don't your friends say so?"
Maybe she wasn't used to compliments—her cheeks went pink again.
"Eek! Stop lying! I'm just average—teasing me is mean."
First time hearing that from a guy...
First time? With her looks, even with the curves, that seems off.
It clicked quick enough. Guys rarely straight-up tell a pretty girl she's pretty—comes off rude. Instead, they'd hint. And Eunseo? Dense enough to miss it.
Plus, whatever her upbringing, she seriously lacked self-awareness about her beauty.
Perfect opening.
Women love hearing they're pretty. Overdo it or get too crude, and it backfires—but not with her.
"Even if you gain a little, you'd still be pretty."
Truth was, slimming down would boost her score higher, but I said the opposite. Winning her affection came first.
"Pfft. Oppa, you're full of it—lies don't work on me."
"It's true. I've seen you naked—why would I lie?"
"Nyaaaaah!!!"
Her face lit up crimson at my words.
"You can't just say that out loud in public!"
"But it's the truth?"
Especially now, hidden under that loose knit top—but strip it off, and those curves would mesmerize any man.
"You're the one who doesn't believe me. I'll keep saying it till you do. You're really pretty. Got it?"
To drive it home, I leaned forward, locking eyes intently. As our faces drew close, her fluster turned to blush.
"Ugh.. Fine. But I'm really not.."
She trailed off, sounding hurt, so I checked her status.
Pleasant embarrassment / Slight gratitude
Oppa says stuff like that without hesitation. But I'm really not pretty...
She didn't seem upset inside.
Let's steer the convo this way more.
"Guys don't like girls who are too skinny."
"Really..?"
Don't guys hate fat girls?
"Yep. Not that we like fat girls either."
Confusion.
Then what am I supposed to do? Average build?
"Exactly? What do guys like?"
"Curvy figures with beautiful lines. Kinda plump by girl standards?"
Slight disappointment.
Glamorous, huh. That's the hardest...
Whoops!
"Don't think it's shallow—you already check the box."
I finished and deliberately fixed my gaze on her chest.
"Eeeek! Where are you looking?!"
"Hm? Your chest."
I smirked at her question. Pale-faced, she slapped her arms over it.
"Kyaa! Don't say it outright..."
Embarrassment / Surprise
Staring right at my chest—too embarrassing...
Time for a drift.
"Your top's cute—that's what I was looking at."
"Ah..."
"What'd you think I meant?"
"Um... Hiiing."
Her pouty face cracked me up.
"Anyway, you're pretty. Got it?"
"Yeees. Hiiing."
Face sulky, but status said otherwise.
Subtle affection / Embarrassment
...Oppa and his pranks.
Playful tease!
We've been messing around in KakaoTalk too.
Her reactions were so adorable, I couldn't resist poking. Reading her thoughts live made me grin nonstop.
Mind-reading was OP. Conversations flowed easy, and I could dodge any mood-killers.
Who knew a simple chat status update could be this game-changing? Desire Fulfillment App is no joke.
As we chatted, she warmed up, treating me more casually. I tossed out topics, got her laughing a few times—the vibe softened right up.
Plates empty in the cheery mood, she patted her belly.
"Whew, stuffed. How was it for you, Oppa? Food good?"
"Yeah. Ate great, thanks to you."
I ruffled her hair gratefully.
Pleasant affection.
Hehe... Head pats feel so good...
Does she like pats, or me doing it? Ambiguous.
Affection hit 48 mid-chat, so test skinship—solid reaction.
"I'll pay next time. You'll meet up again, right?"
She hesitated, then beamed.
"Yeees... Buy me something yummy next time."
"You pick the menu. No salad bar—somewhere real tasty."
"Eek, then I gotta think abou—"
She trailed off, expression shifting like she'd remembered something.
Fidgeting, she said,
"Oppa, can we do free dinner a bit later?"
"Why? Something up?"
"Well... I'm actually prepping for the CSAT."
"Huh? You go to Yeonhui University."
She was already at one of the top three unis in Korea.
"Missed Seoral by a hair last year. Can't let it go."
Blushing a bit, she continued.
"That club trip... was my first time, last hurrah before studying."
Retaking CSAT for Seoral? Odd choice.
"Yeonhui's great—why grind for Seoral?"
"I know, but..."
She looked downcast, pinching thumb and forefinger close but not touching.
"Hurt my pride. Just this much short of first place."
"Pride?"
Unexpected reason, but,
"Felt so close. Dad teases me about Yeonhui too..."
Also impressive. Rechallenging from a top-three school? Respect.
Reminded me of my own past—aced scores but never satisfied, prepped for third round till it all crumbled.
Back then, at least through second try, I burned with ambition like her now.
...I gave up.
And here she was, from a spot I'd have killed for, aiming higher.
I met her eyes. Deep inside burned a fierce will I'd overlooked.
Seeing it jogged her talent entry.