Board Game Cafe (4)
They say luck comes in waves. Sure enough, a sigh escaped Yoo Yeonhui's lips as she drew her card.
"Ah...."
"What is it?"
"Pickpocket."
"Pickpocket, huh...."
No matter how I thought about it, it didn't seem like a job that could make any real money. How much could a pickpocket even earn?
"Oh!"
But for some reason, Yoo Yeonhui's face lit up as she read the job description.
"Jackpot!"
"Why?"
I checked her card with a mix of suspicion and curiosity. At the bottom of the pickpocket job card was a pretty useful ability.
[When the Pickpocket passes other players, they steal 500,000 won from their wallet.]
"I have a special ability too!"
"Too early to celebrate."
"Jealous?"
"No, you need to read the bottom part too."
It was definitely a good ability, but there was more text below it.
[However, if passing a player with the Police job, draw a Negotiation card. Failure costs 300,000 won to the Police.]
"What the hell is this?!"
"What else? It means you're my lunch."
Every time she passed me, she'd have to draw a negotiation card. Just like the blowjob from earlier—it meant we'd have to negotiate again.
Good thing I'd drawn the Corrupt Cop this time. Pure luck.
"......No way...."
"Spin the wheel already. We've got all day."
"Let me change first...."
Yoo Yeonhui trudged into the changing room, looking dejected, and came back out quickly. Her new outfit fit the pickpocket vibe perfectly: a oversized bucket hat and a full-body brown coat that hid everything.
Damn, that's a letdown.
It suited her, sure, but the previous outfit—that sparkly Western-style number—had clung to her body in such a sexy way. This was a downgrade.
"Ugh, this sucks."
Despairing over being in the clutches of my Corrupt Cop, she spun the wheel. No matter what number came up, she'd have to pass me, which meant drawing a negotiation card.
Any chance of a 'have sex' command?
That'd be perfect. I wondered what she'd do if she lost her virginity here. Would she just accept it? Or demand I take responsibility?
Yoo Yeonhui wouldn't be a bad girlfriend... no, she was top-tier, the best woman I couldn't replace even if I tried. But there was a problem.
"Too good to settle down with."
There were still too many uncharted worlds out there to stare at just one woman. Take this board game cafe—it was a whole new concept. The ryokan motel, the animal cafe. Each place had women whose common sense was twisted in fresh, exciting ways.
Give that up to settle? No man could choose that.
"......Please, high number, high number...!"
If she got a high number, she'd move away from me, no passing required. She was clearly aiming for that, praying for a big roll.
"Ah...."
Of course, her bad streak continued with a low number.
"Please be gentle, Miss Pickpocket."
"Not scared of the company anymore?"
"Bringing game stuff into real life is abuse of authority, Team Leader Yoo."
"Shut up."
I chuckled at her sharp retort and held out the deck of police-exclusive negotiation cards.
"Pick wisely."
"I know."
"You got this, Yeonhui!"
"Thanks, unnie."
Yoo Yeonhui picked carefully, her face serious. Not that it mattered much...
"Got it!"
"You did?"
No way. Not with her luck.
I snatched the card from her to check.
[Seduce the police with your beauty. Success if heart rate rises 30+ bpm within 10 minutes.]
"Seduction?"
I looked up from the card to her body.
Yeah, this'll work.
With that killer figure, how could my heart rate stay steady? Even peeling off one layer would spike it by 10.
"Phew... I was worried it'd be sucking dick again."
Now I got why she was happy. Just like I'd hoped for a sex card, she'd dreaded it.
Still, plenty of time left, plenty of tiles. She'd have more chances to draw worse.
"Put this on first."
I slipped on the heart rate monitor bracelet. The mystery monitor now displayed my pulse.
"But seduction—how's that supposed to work?"
"Beats me."
She was the one who had to do it. I had no clue.
"L-like this?"
"......"
Yoo Yeonhui tried some awkward dance moves, shaking her hips and wriggling. But nothing stirred in me. How could it, with that coat covering everything? I needed some skin at least.
"Ah! What?!"
She yelped. My heart rate on the monitor had actually dipped.
"Ugh...!"
After a groan and some thought, she slowly shrugged off the coat.
Underneath, the pickpocket Yoo Yeonhui was dressed way hotter than expected. A tight sleeveless shirt that showed off her blue bra underneath, paired with short jean shorts. Similar to what Joo Seoyoon had worn before her grades tanked, but a bit less revealing.
A pickpocket more covered up than a low-GPA college girl? What did this game think of failing female students—hookers?
"How's this?"
"How's what."
It bumped my pulse a little, but nowhere near +30 from baseline.
Seemed easy to me, but tough for her.
"Ooh~"
"......"
She struck some hard-to-describe seductive poses, straight out of an old movie. That was the problem.
"It's dropping! W-what do I do?!"
She'd gotten it up from 80, but now it was falling again. Panicking at the monitor, she scooted closer, flaunting her curves desperately. But those dated moves—what could you do?
Thank god for her destructive figure holding it together. Otherwise, it'd be -30, not +30.
"Yeonhui, what if you strip more?"
"Huh?"
"Ooh."
Joo Seoyoon advised the floundering Yoo Yeonhui. Spot-on advice, too. What had spiked it last time? Her body, revealed by ditching the coat.
One more layer off? Obvious spike incoming.
"Strip more here? That's...!"
"Hm?"
Yoo Yeonhui started to protest Joo Seoyoon's suggestion but clammed up. How could she argue with that outfit?
Telling a near-naked woman—worse than underwear—that she couldn't lose one more piece?
"Hoo...."
Deep breath, then she grabbed the hem of her top.
She's really doing it.
With someone more exposed right there, no refusing.
She yanked off the top in one go, baring her bra. The jean shorts made the blue lingerie look natural, like it was meant to be.
"Ah!"
My pulse jumped at the sight, of course. But it stalled around 100.
Not missing a beat, she undid her shorts' button.
"Shorts too?"
"Shut up."
Couldn't even ask. Harsh.
But watching her strip so defiantly? My heart raced naturally.
"Ah! Yeonhui! That's enough!"
"Really?"
"Yep."
Couldn't hold back. How not to get turned on watching that body undress live?
At least I couldn't. My dick swelled, threatening to rip through the baggy cop pants.
"Eek...!"
"'Eek' at a guy? Rude."
"What're you pitching a tent for? Gross."
"That was just in your mouth."
Calling it gross was basically insulting herself.
"Who said it's gross?"
"Huh?"
"Your dick."
I teased her hesitation on the word, but she said it casually and started dressing.
"Ngh...!"
That's when I learned the struggle of dressing with Joo Seoyoon and Yoo Yeonhui.
Arms and head in, but the top wouldn't go down—boobs still out. Stuffing them in looked like a workout.
That must suck.
Big dicks were annoying to tuck too, but not like that. Shrink it down, and you can hide it easy.
"More like putting on a condom."
"Ngh!"
"Need help?"
"Haa... thanks."
"How'd you manage alone before?"
She'd changed from singer to pickpocket in seconds flat. Now it was a ordeal?
"Hoo... dunno, maybe the clothes shrank."
"Or you gained weight?"
"Shut up."
"Getting mouthy."
She wasn't like this before. What happened to my reliable senior?
Finally, with Joo Seoyoon's help, she got dressed. Pants were easy—no snags.
Now, spin for 3+: steal 500,000 won from me. Anything else: pay me.
"Please...!"
The wheel whirred and clicked to a stop.