Chapter 15
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 15
Chapter Title: Playful Intimacy
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"Whoa, damn. That line was so fucking crass. Impressive."
My shocked reaction didn't faze Sea one bit.
Instead, she pressed her body right up against mine.
Her heavy breasts brushed against my arm underwater.
Sea’s red lips drew dangerously close to my ear.
"We're screwed anyway, so might as well enjoy it."
"...Hey."
"Let's make each other feel good. Yeah?"
Her hand sliced through the water, slipping into my inner thigh.
A slick sensation wormed its way along my inner thigh underwater.
It was Sea's hand.
"Hey! Get your hand off! It's touching!"
I freaked out and jerked back.
Water sloshed wildly, spilling over the tub's edge.
Sea widened her eyes in mock innocence.
"Oh, did it? Where? Your little buddy?"
"My thigh, you crazy bitch!"
Embarrassment burned across my face.
"I'm warning you—one more touch and I'll snap your arm off."
I scowled fiercely for effect.
But Sea just snorted dismissively.
"Tch, acting all prissy. If it's too cramped, want me to sit on your lap?"
Sea lifted her hips and scooted toward me.
The water churned around us.
"Are you nuts? Please, just move away!"
"No way. It's cold—let's cuddle up."
Sea plastered herself to my shoulder and refused to budge.
Every press of wet skin against mine sent chills down my spine.
"...Haa."
A deep sigh escaped me.
This girl was definitely relishing how trapped I was.
"Loosen up that face? It's boring—wanna service each other?"
Sea tapped my chin and whispered.
"What?"
"I'll scrub your back? I've got killer technique."
Her eyes curved slyly, pure vixen.
"No thanks. I'll handle my own body."
"Ugh, seriously. Snubbing my generosity? Fine, do me first then."
Sea whipped around, baring her back.
The strapless monokini revealed her backside in all its glory.
Water droplets trailed down her sleek back curve.
"..."
I snapped my gaze to the ceiling.
"My back itches here. Can't reach? Rub it for me? With your palm?"
Sea reached back, pointing at her waist.
"I'll really crush your hand. Do it yourself!"
"Aww, c'mon. Show me those darling hands at work."
"Gross! Shut it!"
My outburst made Sea erupt in laughter she'd been holding back.
"Pfft—hahaha! Your face is exploding! Hey, breathing okay?"
She gasped for air, slapping my shoulder while cackling.
The tub echoed with her laughter.
"You never listen. Fine, I'll do you first. Hold still."
Sea grunted, stretching for the tub rail.
A big pink sponge dangled from her fingertips.
Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she gripped it.
"Hey, back off! Sponge away!"
"Your nape's all stiff. Sis'll melt it right off. Be good."
Sea’s cold hand clamped my shoulder.
"Turn a bit. Your back... Uh, uh?"
Sea leaned in, but her soapy hand slipped.
"Eek!"
Splash—her body tumbled straight into my arms.
I reflexively locked my arms around her waist.
Soft skin molded against me everywhere.
Bikini strings were all that separated bare flesh.
We froze solid, breaths caught.
"Hey... your heart's pounding like crazy."
Sea whispered softly, ear pressed to my chest.
"Y-your fault."
"Tch. Pervert."
"Says you!"
Despite her words, Sea lingered in my embrace for ages.
Her body heat outdid the steaming water.
I didn't shove her off.
Truth be told, I craved more of that thrilling warmth.
Her heartbeat racing through our touching skin matched mine beat for beat.
As the mood settled,
Sea snatched a wine glass from the tub tray.
"Here, drink. This stuff's top-shelf."
"Yeah, thanks."
We sipped side by side, backs against the tub.
The sweet-bitter warmth slid down, unraveling every knot of tension.
Sea toyed with her glass before speaking.
"Sorry. Things snowballed way too far. Dragging you into this mess."
"..."
"Started as a joke—never saw it blowing up like this."
Her voice drooped.
I stole a glance at her profile.
Backlit by the glittering cityscape, she looked smaller, softer than ever.
"It's fine. Water under the bridge."
"Still..."
"Nah—like you said, enjoy it. Not half bad."
I shrugged casually.
"Chaebol hottie girlfriend in a bikini, Seoul skyline bath. Peak luxury."
"...Pfft."
Sea’s face finally eased.
"So? Verdict?"
Sea tilted her chin, teasing.
"On what?"
"My bikini, duh. You said you couldn't look away earlier."
She eyed me expectantly.
I set my glass down and blurted,
"It's pretty."
"...Huh?"
"Pretty. Suits you well."
Caught off guard, Sea flushed beet red.
"W-what... hitting me out of nowhere."
"You asked."
"...Tch."
Sea pouted bashfully, then nestled her head on my shoulder.
"Heavy."
"Shush. Don't kill the vibe."
Seoul's night glittered blindingly outside,
and Sea’s warmth on my shoulder felt just right.
We gazed at the view in silence for what felt like forever.
Our silhouettes in the glass looked every bit the cozy couple.
Is this okay?
My rational side blared warnings nonstop.
Fake dating spiraled into engagement and shacking up.
Now daily life meant facing each other first thing, skin on skin turning routine.
She's my one irreplaceable friend I can't bear to lose.
I don't want to ruin it with some dumb move.
But this moment, her warmth trumped the gnawing anxiety.
Might regret it come morning—but right now, I wanted to play dumb.
The next morning.
Weekend vibes meant sunlight pierced my eyes before any alarm.
Wiped from yesterday, Sea hadn't stirred from her room.
I stumbled into the bathroom.
My reflection? Wreckage.
'Wash up first.'
Squirt—tons of shaving foam on my chin.
Sizzle—as the razor met skin,
Bang.
No-lock door flew open.
"Gah! Jump scare!"
Nearly dropped the razor.
Sea, bedhead wild, yawned hugely.
"Knock at least."
"Why? My house."
"Hey, shaving here. Other bathrooms galore—why this one?"
"Dunno. My fave spot."
Ignoring me, she wedged in beside me.
Casually toothbrush in mouth—chika-chika.
Mirror showed us side by side.
Foam jaw me, toothpaste lips her.
Felt off.
Like we'd always been this way.
"Hey, mirror check. Total newlyweds vibe, right?"
Sea mumbled through foam.
"Dumb. Wipe first."
Hand shot out on instinct.
Thumb swiped white foam from her mouth corner.
"...Huh?"
Sea’s brushing halted.
Her mirror eyes went wide.
"Foam everywhere. Baby?"
"...Y-you focus on shaving. Hate nicks."
Sea ducked quick, face in sink.
Ear tips pinkish?
My lips quirked up unwittingly.
We bickered through washing up, then kitchen-bound.
Fridge swung open—packed with helper-prepped side dish tubs.
Heated soup, zapped rice—brunch on.
"Thanks for the meal. Aunt's a wizard."
"Right? House rice bandit. Stuffed."
Post-meal sofa sprawl—Sea nudged my side.
"Game for digestion?"
"Bet. C'mon."
Game room naturally.
My hauled desktop next to Sea’s beast rig.
Power-up—fan whine filled the space.
Sea lounged in gaming chair.
"Plain play's lame. Loser grants one wish? Total obedience."
"Deal. No tears on loss."
Clack-clack!
Keyboard barrage.
Screen chars blasted bullets like mad.
"Hey! Right flank! There!"
Sea yelled frantic.
"Not biting! Jump shot!"
"Argh, damn! Move! Can't see!"
Game souring, Sea shoved her chair up.
Perched on my armrest—blocked the monitor cold.
"Foul! Off my lap!"
"Win's a win! Eat lead!"
"Heavy! Shift!"
Sea’s butt ground my thigh.
Soft press nearly shattered focus.
But fire won out.
Arm snaked her waist—pinned her, mouse locked aim.
"Dream on."
Bang!
'VICTORY' flashed.
"Nooo! Lost..."
Sea wilted on my lap.
We panted ragged, tangled mess.
"Won... but this foul?"
"Shut it..."
I grinned, shoved her off.
"Tough luck. Body throws can't bridge skill gap."
"...Damn. Wish it."
Sea gnawed her lip, pissed.
"Nah. Friends skip that."
"Hey, claim it? No loose ends. What—luxury buy?"
"One game? Nonsense. Uh... massage."
"Massage?"
Sea’s eyes narrowed.
"Yeah. Head, not body. Headache brewing."
"Fine. Sofa."
Living room return.
Tap-tap.
Sea sofa-sat, patted thighs.
"Lie down."
"There?"