Taking Drunk Ryuna to the Motel
Taking drunk Ryuna with me...? On our first food date, we'd gone shopping too, and riding that momentum, I'd successfully escalated to a drink date. Usually, her hotblood fans were just pot-bellied old uncles, but this time a decent guy my age had shown up unexpectedly—maybe that's why Ryuna was acting on a whim. Whatever the reason, the fact that she wanted to spend more time with me was proof that I'd built up at least a little favor with her. Whether it was because of my money or my pretty decent looks now that I was cleaned up, I didn't care.
We'd only met yesterday, but ending up drinking together had to mean something. Right now, Ryuna and I were settled into a high-end bar, knocking back drinks like pros.
"Hnggg~♡ That's why I'm like, totally a solo player, but no one believes meee~ Oppa, you believe me, right?"
"Of course I do. If your family's been struggling so much you couldn't even go to college and jumped straight into streaming, you haven't gotten to enjoy any of the fun stuff normal people do, right?"
"Exactly!"
"Must've been frustrating. But is your family still struggling?"
"Nooo~ Things are better now!"
Ryuna beamed innocently as she drained another glass. It'd been about an hour since we started drinking. In that time, she'd spilled her life story and vented her woes, and I'd nodded along, matching her mood. Honestly, most of it was stuff I'd already seen on the Yeocam Gallery, so I knew she was being genuine—but flipped around, that meant it was all old news, and I was starting to get a bit bored.
"Oppa, are you listening to meee~?!"
"Yeah, yeah."
"That's why when I did that drinking mukbang... I spilled everything to everyone... but they don't believe me! Hwaaaang!"
"A classy, pretty girl like you claiming to be a total loner from the dirt-poor slums? No wonder they don't buy it. But I believe you."
"Hng~?! For real~?! Thank youuu♡!"
Muah♡!
The same conversation looping over and over. And that marshmallow-soft sensation pressing against my arm. With Ryuna clinging to me like this, I could feel her breasts blatantly squishing against me. Up close like this, the booze on her breath was intense, but somehow the drunken haze made her look even sexier.
Anyone could see she was wasted. Her eyes were half-lidded and glassy, her face and nose flushed red—she was one step away from passing out cold.
Then it hit me: If she blacks out, do I have to drag her all the way home?
"Hey, Ryuna? You're looking pretty smashed. Maybe ease up..."
"I'm not drunkkk~!"
Gulp gulp.
"Kyaa~! One more bottle, pleeease! The snacks here are amaaazing too!"
Nom nom nom.
"...."
How many bottles was this now...? I'd brought her here promising expensive drinks, but she was weak to alcohol and pounding them way too fast. The bartender had warned that this stuff had a kick—tasted good but hit hard if you chugged it—and apparently champagne was right up Ryuna's alley.
I did enjoy watching her chow down and drink with such gusto; it was endearing and cute. But if this kept up, I'd end up with a headache. Sure, deep down I had filthy thoughts of seducing her drunk ass straight to a bed date, but that felt too greedy. Time to cut her off and send her home—right as she started chirping away like a sparrow again.
"Haa... I guess I'm hopeless... Once the family debt was cleared, I should've saved up steady, but nooo—designer bags, crypto trades, credit card bills piling up with loans on top... And now Moon Cakes are tanking. What am I gonna do... Sniffle."
"..?"
New sob story, tears welling up in her eyes. This was fresh info, even for me—probably something she hadn't shared on stream. Looked like her luxury splurges and bad crypto bets had left her with a hefty debt, enough to make her actually cry.
"Hic... Sniff..."
So that's why she went all-in on the food date yesterday with stars in her eyes? She must've been desperate. Pity, but if I was just tipping Moon Cakes because I liked her streams, I had zero intention of bailing her out personally.
I was about to soothe her and move on when I remembered that old saying: A woman at her emotional lowest is the easiest to bed.
This could be... a chance. Ryuna was totally off-balance right now, spilling her deepest worries to me and acting all spoiled. She even kept initiating skinship, which meant she saw me as safe—high marks as a rational choice.
This is my shot!
I wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulled her close, and said tenderly,
"It's okay. Now you've got a hotblood fan like me. You saw my assets earlier, right?"
"Yeeah... Come to think of it, thanks to Oppa, I'll make it through the month. Thank youuu~♡"
Ryuna looked up at me with a pure smile, and I pressed the champagne glass to her lips, feeding her more. To get her even drunker.
"Mmph... Glug glug... Kyaa! Booze tastes so gooood♡"
"You like the booze taste?"
"Mhm mhm!"
Totally gone now. She was swaying so hard I'd have to hold her up or she'd topple.
Time to seal the deal on building that affection.
"But Ryuna, those monthly credit card bills and loan interest must be brutal, huh?"
"Hnggg... I gotta... work my ass off... or whatever..."
"Seeing you struggle like this breaks my heart. If you hustle hard, I could drop a few thousand again like yesterday..."
"..! R-Really~?! I'll hustle so haaard... Hngut~?!"
Her face lit up at the thought of Moon Cakes, but the booze made her wobble again. I naturally pulled the dizzy girl into my arms, hugging her tight enough to crush her breasts against me.
"Careful, careful."
"Hng... Oppa's arms... so warm..."
"Ryuna?"
"Huuung~♡"
She'd hit her limit. Ryuna wrapped around me like a blanket, breathing raggedly as her eyes fluttered shut. Not fully asleep, just her mind fogged by alcohol, leaning on me for support.
From the look of her, walking in this state was impossible. Perfect timing.
"Check, please."
I used her unsteadiness as an excuse to pay up right then and hustle out of the bar. Naturally, she went totally limp against me, whining about how tough it was, and I kept sweet-talking her along.
"Ryuna? Try walking properly. At this rate, you won't make it home."
"Caaan't... Hnggg... Wanna rest..."
"Where's your place?"
"Uuuung... Faaar... Taxi..."
"No taxi—you might puke. Let's walk?"
"Caaan't waaalk... Hnggg... Uuuung! Wanna lie down... Standing's haaard... Uwoong!"
Too smashed? Her brain was fried. Like a little kid throwing a full tantrum about not wanting to walk.
I didn't carry her—that'd make it too easy. I waited like a hyena for her to beg me to find somewhere to crash.
"Ryuna? You really can't walk? Man, what now...?"
"So tiiiired... Wanna rest... Anywhere, just go iiiin... Uuuung..."
"Alright? How about somewhere with a bed? So you can lie down..."
"Beeed...?"
"Yeah, a bed."
At the word "bed," she nodded eagerly, desperate to stretch out. I piled on:
"Guess we have no choice. Motel it is, right, Ryuna?"
"Moteeel... Kinda..."
"..."
Not quite biting... Screw it, we're going.
"Okay, motel it is."
"Uuuung... Nooo..."
"Yeah yeah, you're wiped out—let's get you inside quick."
I half-dragged her to the nearest motel. Supporting her on the way, my hands kept brushing her breasts. That teasing flesh kept stoking my desire, so I subtly groped her as we went.
"Hng... Hngggut~♡ Knggg~♡"
"Ryuna, almost there—just hang on..."
Squeeze~♡!
"Kyaa~♡!"
Even in her hazy state, she moaned as I kneaded her breast. By now, I was basically steering her by her tits, and luckily, the motel had a nice room open.
"Ryuna. Got the best room. Big bed and everything."
"Beeed... Hurry... Hng..."
We finally made it inside. I laid her on the bed and took in the glorious mess she'd become.
"Ahhhngut♡ Uuuung~♡ Feels gooood..."
"Feels good, right, Ryuna?"
"Mng..."
"I like it too, Ryuna..."
"Hng...?"
And then my shadow fell over her. I climbed on top, drinking in her flushed, sleek face up close while slowly kneading her breasts.
Soft soft~♡
"Whoa... So this is what tits feel like..."
First time properly groping a girl's chest. My hands, filled with Ryuna's breasts, trembled as hard as my heart. That simple motion turned my breathing ragged.
A hot sensation I'd never felt before surged in my groin, and up close, her clean, pretty body drove me insane. Laying her on the bed was one thing—taking the next step was another—but right now, any guy would've let instinct take over. Just like me.
And so, I started peeling off her clothes, piece by piece.