Chapter 165
Chapter 165
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 165
Chapter Title: What Can I Do About Liking You (1)
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-A glass of soju filled with fluorescent light instead of ripe moonlight.
-Another glass to forget the bitterly painful memories.
-And one more for the flower rejected after a confession...
The radio voice echoed from my phone. The gentle music box melody settled calmly over the room.
My dimly lit room had a nice atmosphere.
I'd stocked up on convenience store booze and set up a modest drinking party.
The desk was lined with various snacks like dried meat. I chewed through them haphazardly while downing drinks nonstop.
-Glug glug.
No matter how many times I emptied my glass, it kept filling up with that clear, bitterly sharp liquid...
Azalea politely gripped the soju bottle and kept pouring into my glass.
One hand covering the label, the other supporting the bottom. It was the kind of etiquette you'd see in a construction company where respect for elders and superiors was mandatory.
"...Here."
"Yeah."
"Have you properly suppressed your magic power?"
"Do I really need to get drunk?"
Azalea nodded solemnly with a stiff face. She wanted to confirm my sincerity or something.
To me, this felt like payback for my three-day disappearance.
I tossed a piece of dried meat into my mouth while drinking.
To get drunk, I'd completely withdrawn my magic power, leaving my body defenseless and relaxed.
One bottle was fine, but past the third, a fuzzy haze quickly rose up.
Azalea seemed thirsty for booze too, sipping several glasses in the gaps while I drank.
"...But."
"Yes."
"Why do you like me?"
She blushed brightly.
"I just like being around you."
"I see. I just can't understand it. What's good about a guy like me?"
Another glass. The fourth bottle.
Two empty soju bottles sat by Azalea's side too.
"Stop drinking. You're weak to alcohol anyway. Your head'll hurt tomorrow."
"When else can we drink if not tonight... You'll be super busy again."
As I drank, my throat started to feel choked up.
My vision wavered, emotions bubbling over.
If I drank more here... I might spill everything about the past or whatever. With that thought, I faintly drew up a bit of magic power.
My hazy mind cleared slightly.
Honesty is best in moderation, after all.
"Um, can we drop the formal speech just for today?"
"Go ahead anytime."
"Then... Si-heon."
Her voice was bright and lively, like a cute doll trying to stand on its own but tripping with an "oops."
Hearing her speak casually while drunk sent delightful tingles through me.
"...Feels kinda awkward. Hehe."
"We're the same grade. If anything, you took too long to drop it."
"That's why it feels even more that way."
Her slightly loosened eyes from the alcohol carried a seductive hue.
The decadent gaze of an experienced seductress.
Yet the words spilling from her lips were soaked in the dizzying charm of an untouched virgin.
How could a classmate speaking casually be so shy?
It didn't feel real, but my heart was stirring, so apparently I was still at an age to enjoy this.
It felt cringy up close, but fresh from afar.
How long had it been since I'd felt this way?
Before I could recall, my glass filled up again. I took another sip and swallowed.
"The training camp... You didn't get to enjoy it at all. You okay with that? You were looking forward to it."
"Yeah. I really came to relax... So much happened."
"...Sorry."
"It's not about you."
Azalea scratched her cheek with a finger, mirroring my wry smile with an awkward laugh.
Still not used to casual speech, her smile looked stiff.
Her slightly damp pink hair clung to her collarbone from sweat.
Seeing my eyes drift there, the Lewd Demon would probably stir soon enough.
As expected, my body heated up, reason fraying.
Drunk as I was, it was prime time for my impulses to run wild.
"Hoo..."
"Tired? Wanna stop?"
"Yeah."
I set down my glass and calmed the surging lust for a moment.
"Drunk?"
"......"
A perfect buzz. Flushed face. And... a bit of acting.
I swayed as if about to collapse, and Azalea leaned her head close.
"...Was that back then for real?"
Probably asking about the cafe confession, when I'd said I'd accept her.
I nodded.
"...Not because the professor told you to?"
"No."
"Why, why accept all of a sudden?"
She still seemed suspicious of my sudden change in attitude.
Azalea was about as drunk as me, so her expressions weren't controlled well.
She propped herself on the desk and leaned right up to my face.
Worried I might be lying, her face was full of concern.
What the hell did Lee Se-young tell her?
I was curious deep down but pushed it aside for now.
I dragged my foggy mind forward and pressed my face out.
"...!!"
The soft sensation of lips enveloping mine. Tint fragrance.
Two seconds of warmth passed, then I pulled back.
"......Huh."
Azalea stared blankly, not yet grasping reality.
Soon her face flushed bright red.
"Is that answer enough?"
"......"
Tension loosened her legs, and she slumped onto the desk, knocking over a glass.
-Clink.
The spilled glass dripped onto the hotel room floor.
"You said... you didn't know before."
She cupped her crimson cheeks and asked again.
I gripped my dizzy mind, stood, and took a step toward her.
-Gasp. Her sharp intake of breath reached me.
One hand around her shoulder, her trembling hand clutched my wrist.
Very faintly.
Her wide eyes brimmed with anticipation. I brought my face close again, pressing her down with my weight.
She crumbled without resistance.
The rough chiffon texture of her see-through fabric along my fingers.
Beyond it, baby-soft skin.
The floral scent blooming from her newly adult twenty-year-old body pierced my nose.
"...Mm. Haa."
Lips met and parted.
Light skinship.
That alone filled my head with lust. Down below reacted.
Azalea sprawled on the sofa, one thigh hooked over, the other toward the floor, gazing at me with a wobbly face.
"......Ah, uh, uuh."
Strange sounds escaped as her index finger traced her lips.
As if reliving the sensation.
"With someone who's not your lover... is this okay? You and the professor... you know."
"You said you like me."
"Yeah... I do. But you're different... Eek! Ha-mmph..."
Lips overlapped again. This time longer, eight seconds.
Just lips pressed, exchanging rough breaths before parting.
"Haa, haa."
Her chest rose and fell with her breaths.
Her eyes widened as if the alcohol had worn off.
Realizing something, Azalea rolled her eyes, gripped the sofa arm, and stood.
Arms spread wide, she hugged me.
"Then... can I like you?"
"Do whatever you want."
I'll take responsibility.
Once tangled with me, she couldn't expect a clean fate.
Back then, Azalea was alive, but who knew when harm might come.
Her arms tightened, hugging me firmly.
Her pounding heartbeat transmitted through our skin.
Thump thump, her pulse was no joke.
"Mmph."
This time, Azalea crashed her lips into mine.
Arms around my neck, thighs pressed to trap me.
Her face reddened briefly at the feel of my hardened lower abdomen poking through my pants. Then she timidly pecked repeatedly.
Smack, smack, smack.
As if nothing more was on her mind.
I slipped my tongue out, parting her lips.
"We just drank... shouldn't we brush first?"
Ignoring her return to formal speech, my tongue probed between her lips.
Tint smeared stickily on my cheek. As our cheeks touched, the tint made them stick and peel.
Her body stiffened at the sudden intrusion.
A small tongue.
Terror-struck by the novel intimacy, she froze.
I slowly tickled the top, pushing her tongue back and up.
Then licked the underside.
"Eut... Haa, kku-eung."
Saliva dripped from her mouth corner.
That night, after the dorm drinking mishap, our first kiss since.
As I persistently thrust my tongue, her rigid lips showed faint change.
She started munching back, exploring my lips.
Her once-still tongue timidly poked mine.
"Ha-mmph, chu..."
Teeth bumped, canines occasionally nicking tongues.
Clumsy and inexperienced, but fervent.
Her slightly raised nails pricked my nape.
"Paha..."
We parted.
As my tongue withdrew, she chased with her lips.
Her face lunged like a headbutt.
Too hasty—our noses collided.
"Ow! My nose hurts..."
She scrunched her nose tip, then gave an embarrassed smile.
"We have time. Slowly."
"...Yeah."
Bound together, from sofa to bed.
Her body rose onto the bed, cool from three days unused.
I slowly undressed her disheveled clothes.
She lifted her waist at my movements, arms shooting up.
Her snowy belly and navel revealed.
"...Guys like navels, right?"
"Huh? Why."
"No... You keep staring at it."
A well-endowed girl would be liked anywhere, not just the navel.
With so many tastes, porn sites have over forty categories.
As I lifted her top slowly, my fingers caught her bra.
Unhooked, exposing pale breasts.
"Ah-uuh..."
Unguarded, they swelled into view.
Pink nipples slightly lighter than her hair, glistening faintly in the light from outside.
Her body perhaps never shown to anyone.
Azalea's lips quivered. Strawberry-red face shut her eyes, unable to bear the shame.
"Hug... Hug me. I'm embarrassed."
I tossed the bra aside by the bed and pulled her close.
Tops shed, skin stuck directly.
Empty lips met; she thrust her tongue in herself.
"How's it feel?"
"Dunno... Kinda ticklish..."
"Where?"
She clamped her mouth at my question.
I gently stroked near her waist; her body shivered.
Too vulgar to say "down there," perhaps.
Hiding her shyness, she sidled close and whispered in my ear.
A shy word.
"My pussy..."
......
Usually a mood-killer.
But now adapted to this world, my crotch responded steadily.
Hand down to her skirt; Azalea's hand blocked mine.
"Th-that... Can we do it a bit later?"
Pfft.
I kissed her; she melted happily into affection.
"Euung..."
One hand cupped a breast perfectly filling my palm.
Ideal size for my grip.
As I gently rubbed the erect nipple exposed to air, moans leaked from her repeating kisses.
"Aang... Hau. Heuung."
Her waist swayed side to side.
Tilting her chest as if to pull away from my hand.
A woman first tasting pleasure fights the unknown ecstasy.
For thirty long minutes, I caressed her breasts, tormenting the centers.
Pinched firmly with nails at the tips.
"Kkeut..."
She reacted.
Swallowing my saliva, her face cleared of shame, dazed.
Arms limp on the sheets.
"Haa... Aang. Auuuh."
Firmly erect nipples.
I flicked one lightly with bent fingers; her waist arched.
"Kyauuk! Ah... Ang!"
Especially good reaction.
Though pleasure mixed with slight pain might wrinkle her face, eyes wide, mouth agape, legs quaking.
'Right, come to think of it...'
Her sexual fantasies leaned masochistic.
......Too early for that, though.
First time as SM? Ridiculous.
I reached for her skirt, once refused.
No resistance. It slid down smoothly.
Grey fabric damp with lines.
Finger stroke from bottom up; a short moan burst out.
"......Ah. W-wait."
Hands on hips, peeling panties.
Startled Azalea reached late.
Hips lifted; the last cloth left her body.
Petals dripping clear honey.
"Uu... You really don't know."
Overwhelmed by shame, Azalea covered her face with both hands.