49. All Jumbled Up, But Anyway, My First Date with Girlfriend!
“You’re late.”
Standing in front of the agreed-upon station, I mutter under my breath in a low voice.
“...S-sorry.”
Just one word from her, and her charisma makes me shrink. I’ve played the stud in front of plenty of women, but she’s the exception. Meeting outside like this, her unique aura and the envious stares from passersby have me completely under her spell. Even my own eyes, so used to gazing at her up close, can’t look away.
Elegant platinum blonde hair with waves more pronounced than usual, braided in delicate twists that follow her contours. The ivory knit dress drapes smoothly down to just skim her thighs in a tantalizing tease. The shoulder line is boldly exposed at the collarbone, perfectly complemented by a finely crafted diamond necklace sparkling at the base of her chest. Her makeup is so subtle it seems barely there, blending naturally with her porcelain skin. Lower down, pink high heels reveal toenails fresh from a pedicure, each one adorned with unique designs—butterflies and intricate patterns that catch the eye. And as she draws closer, a sweet vanilla scent mingles with some indescribably luxurious perfume.
Nothing’s overlooked. Yet it’s all perfectly balanced, never overdone.
Today’s our first date. The first time we’ve met outside since deciding to make it official. Seon-hwa always pays attention to fashion, but today she’s leveled up. Her polished, jewel-like beauty turns every woman on the street into ordinary pebbles. Stepping out, I can really feel the majesty of beauty YouTuber Lee Seon-hwa. Her sense is alive and kicking.
I’d dolled myself up too, enough to run late, but there’s no excuse for that. She went all out for the date, for me—making excuses now would just be rude.
“Hmmm...”
She seems to acknowledge my effort, scanning me from head to toe.
“But what’s with you today?”
“Huh? You don’t know this? It’s a genuine Roll○s, babe.”
“......”
I confidently flash the luxury watch from that one broadcast at my wrist, but she glares at me with contempt. Then she sighs. Her face says it all—no hope. She even looks at me with pity.
...I tried so hard, though. Why?
“Whatever. I don’t wanna stand here forever—let’s move.”
“Yeah, it’s cold. Let’s head inside.”
“......”
“......”
“......”
“......”
“What’re you doing? Lead the way.”
“Huh? Lead the way?”
My head tilts dumbly like a chicken’s neck. A brief silence dominates the street. A chill creeps up my spine.
“...You didn’t actually come to our date without planning a single thing, did you?”
Her voice drips like a water drop in a dark cave—eerie. Murderous intent flashes by. An imaginary dagger pierces my solar plexus.
Truth be told, yeah. I’ve slept with plenty of women, but dating? This is my first. My life’s first girlfriend, and until now, we’ve mostly met at home. So this is uncharted territory. The order’s all messed up, but it’s still my first experience. It feels so foreign. I figured we’d just dress up and hang out, but I didn’t map out a detailed course.
“......”
As her eyes harden into a cold, unfocused stare, I scramble for an excuse.
“O-of course I did! An amazing course—you’ll lose your mind the second we get there!”
“Oh? Where?”
“Well, since you dolled up so nice, there’s this new motel nearby modeled after a medieval castle—”
“...You little shit. Let’s kick those balls of yours good and hard.”
“—Kidding! Let’s just walk for now! I hear there’s tons to see at that department store!”
As her shapely legs lift to deliver a thigh smack, I desperately backpedal. I wait for her anger gauge to drop, then slowly close the distance again. To soothe her, I sidle up and rub her shoulders.
“Don’t get mad right off the bat! We’ve got all day since we started in the morning! F-first, wanna thaw out with some warm drinks at a café?”
“Sigh...”
Realizing what a guy I am, she presses her furrowed brow and swallows her irritation. Can’t leave it like this, so she follows along with a resigned air as we stroll the street. The cold weather helps cool her off quick.
“So, what’s with wanting to go out today?”
“......Do you only meet me to fuck?”
“Of course not! I didn’t mean it like that... You do broadcasts. Isn’t it risky walking around with me like this?”
Seon-hwa’s a broadcaster. I’m her boyfriend, but going public with a date could spark controversy.
“Hmph.”
She pulls a sunglasses case from her shoulder bag—blatant luxury logo stamped on it—and slips them on. They suit her perfectly, like everything does. Her face is just that versatile. But it’s not about suitability.
“...You think that hides who you are?”
“People don’t recognize me as much as you’d think. I’m not a celeb, and my fame isn’t that huge. Even out and about, not many spot me.”
“Still, what if someone who knows you sees? What if they snap a pic of us together?”
“......”
Seon-hwa doesn’t counter right away. BJ girls who show their faces are hypersensitive about dating. Even baseless scandals mean public explanations and apologies. In the cam girl world, romance is a fatal weakness—tied straight to viewers, their lifeline. They’re like kids under an unspoken no-dating rule.
She knows this better than anyone. After walking silently for a bit, she mutters just loud enough for me to hear.
“......I just don’t wanna only meet you at home anymore...”
Her made-up face flushes faintly. She turns away, lashes fluttering haughtily.
So that’s what she meant. Not just a fuck-buddy thing—she wants to do girlfriend stuff with me. Worth the risk of getting caught. She wants to hang out. Flaunt it. A simple desire.
Living with her, I’ve picked up on her cat-like psychology—she hates baring her true feelings outright. Despite my screw-ups from the start, she never suggested heading back. She really wanted this date. Like a proper couple.
Having such a cute creature as my girlfriend makes my body tingle—I grab her hand tight. She fidgets with my fingers in response. Wondering what more she wants, I interlock them, and she finally settles.
“♥”
Seon-hwa smiles, satisfied. Every time Her Majesty acts girly like this, she’s adorably lethal.
—Whoa, damn...
—Wow......
—Insane...
Passersby guys unleash a barrage of stares. Not a single one misses her. They scan her face, then dazedly crane their necks even after passing. Sunglasses or not, you can guess what’s underneath. Thanks to the queen’s top-tier looks, I feel a smug superiority.
Rubbing the back of her hand as our fingers stay locked, I lean in and whisper.
“Can I stick to you like this all day?”
“Don’t ask every little thing...”
“You’re just so gorgeous today. Feels unreal that you’re really my girlfriend now that we’re out.”
“H-hey... Cut the cheesy crap. Gives me chills.”
“I mean it. Can’t you feel how sweaty my hands are?”
“......♥”
We flirt like proper lovers. She calls it cheesy, but she doesn’t hate the mood-setting lines—her cute pout twitches. My palms really are drenched, like hyperhidrosis. This first date has me more nervous than our first time in bed. Just walking downtown, but with my lofty girlfriend beside me, my body heats up.
We brush off the initial blunder, letting the good vibes flow. No real destination, but it feels great. We look like any hot young couple. It’s nice like this, but I want to get even closer.
“Ah...♥”
Boldly unlacing our fingers, I wrap my arm around her waist. Squeezing that killer curve broadcasts she’s mine on the street. Her waist is ant-thin despite the curves where it counts. I claim a body that’d make any girl jealous. Might be too forward for a first date, but she’s used to this position—we did the deed before dating.
Even outside, where it’s embarrassing, she accepts my touch deftly. Holding her close, vanilla and sweet coconut waft from her crown. I tilt my face to press right against hers. Her heels make the stance awkward for walking.
“Hey... too close...”
“Can’t help it. Your scent’s too damn good.”
“S-save that for when we’re alone...♥”
“It’s a date—ignore everyone else. Pretend it’s just us.”
“God, seriously...♥”
Acts like she hates it, but not really. A whine slips from our lovable queen.
Alright, let’s push it. My hand at her waist slides lower, aiming for her ass. Or so I thought.
Grab!
It gets intercepted mid-descent.
“......What the hell?”
Her Majesty’s low voice signals displeasure. The mood freezes solid.
“You’ve lost your damn mind out here.”
“Th-the mood was right, so...”
“Not even on the bed, groping on the street? You’re insane. Touch my ass or tits sneakily on another date, and you’re dead. Got it?”
“.........Yes.”
She pinches the back of my hand hard, blue flames flickering in her dragon eyes. Unlike Yeon-su or Mi-na, Seon-hwa’s no pushover. She despises any slut-shaming gestures, utterly contemptuous. Not fuck-buddies anymore—we’re official, so she won’t tolerate it.
“Hmph, good.”
Yet she doesn’t pull away from my side.
“......♥”
She loops her arm through mine, letting her chest brush softly against it.