Sizzling BBQ and Steamy Drinking Games
The group kicked off the 19+ drinking party with their first round—a brutally strong soju-beer mix slammed back in one go. But from the second round on, they surprisingly paced themselves. The real party wasn't the BBQ; it was the drinking games coming up later. There were stages to having fun! For now, it was time to soak in the stunning night view and savor the delicious grilled meat.
"Whoa! This meat is seriously delicious! Seok-chan oppa, try this! Ahh~!"
"No thanks. You eat it, Mi-jeong. I just choked on some meat."
Kim Mi-jeong offered a lettuce wrap stuffed with meat, but Lee Seok-chan smoothly declined. Grabbing his cola instead of beer, he chugged it down with fierce intensity, like he was clearing a blockage. Seeing this, Kim Mi-jeong pouted sadly at the wrap she'd made.
Seo Joo-hwan couldn't help but chuckle at the pitiful yet hilarious sight.
"Pfft."
"Mi-jeong's hilarious, right?"
Yoo So-jeong laughed along.
"But she'll probably get hurt. Think she'll be okay later?"
"She'll be fine. She's already half-given up and just poking around to see what happens."
"Heh. You've known her a while, huh? You get her."
"Obviously."
"Then mind if I mess with her a bit?"
"What're you gonna do?"
Seo Joo-hwan snickered and tapped Kim Mi-jeong's shoulder. She turned from staring poutily at her wrap.
"What?"
"Gimme that wrap."
"Eek. Oppa, you interested in me?"
Kim Mi-jeong looked flustered. Seo Joo-hwan snorted derisively. Interested in you? As if, girl. She caught the meaning from his expression and pouted again.
"Not to eat it—hand it over."
"Why? I'll give it, but..."
"Just wait."
Seo Joo-hwan took the wrap, stuffed it full of peppers and garlic, then topped it with another big lettuce leaf. He called out to Lee Seok-chan, who was grilling meat.
"Hey, Stench-chan."
"Stench-chan? You psycho, cursing out of nowhere?"
"Eat this wrap. Don't just grill—chow down."
"Oh, thanks. My best bro as always."
Lee Seok-chan snatched it up and ate it. He was subtly drawing a line since it was from Kim Mi-jeong. A moment later...
"Argh! You bastard! How much garlic did you shove in here?! Ack! This punk put in raw garlic!"
"Added peppers so it wouldn't be boring."
"Urk! Fuck! Water, water!"
"Puhahaha!"
"Kyahaha!"
"Wheek! This is soju!"
The group burst into laughter as Lee Seok-chan grabbed what he thought was water but chugged soju instead. It was Kim Mi-jeong's pre-planned fake-out.
"Mi-jeong, nice one."
"Heehee. Thanks, Joo-hwan oppa."
Kim Mi-jeong's sulk vanished as she winked and grinned at Seo Joo-hwan. He laughed heartily before taking the tongs.
He smirked at Lee Seok-chan, who was grimacing.
"Watch and learn—this is how you grill meat."
"Grill it tasty. Or I'll get revenge."
"Punk, don't beg for more later."
Even in his past life, cooking had been one of his few hobbies during his loner days. Seo Joo-hwan grilled not just the meat but kimchi and veggies to perfection.
"Whoa! Oppa, this meat is killer!"
"Burn some more kimchi!"
"You little shit, you're on cooking duty from now on!"
"Yeah, and you're driving."
"Fuck. Still tastes good, though."
*
The group filled up moderately, then cleaned up. The real drinking games would start inside. As Seo Joo-hwan tidied, a pang of regret hit him, so he gathered everyone.
"Hey, guys, c'mon—group photo time."
"Photo?"
"With phones? Can't fit us all."
"I'll handle that. Just stand there."
"Take a solo shot for me too! For Starsta!"
"Okay. Strike a pose."
Seo Joo-hwan positioned them one by one, used Memory Storage to snap shots from various angles, and transferred them to their phones. Their screens filled up instantly with pics.
"But how're we doing the group shot?"
"Yeah, no selfie stick."
"Can't ask anyone else."
The BBQ area was a private terrace per room, so begging strangers for pics was awkward. Seo Joo-hwan herded them to the railing and propped a phone casually on the front table.
"Timer'll catch it."
"Huh? How?!"
"Trust me. Judge after. It's burst mode—pose up."
"Ugh. If I look ugly, you drink penalty shots later!"
"Eh? Even a pro photographer couldn't make you look pretty... Got it, got it. Sorry."
Seo Joo-hwan soothed Im Su-jeong's death glare and posed. The phone was just a prop anyway. He'd fake the shots and use Memory Storage for third-person views. Moments later, everyone gawked at his phone.
"Whoa! Way better than expected!"
"For real? How?!"
Seo Joo-hwan grinned inwardly while they admired. Lee Seok-chan grabbed his shoulder.
"C'mon, inside to check 'em out. Time to get wild."
"Sounds good. Let's go, guys."
"Ahahaha! Look at these oppas—eyes already glazing over!"
"Oppa eyes so pervy!"
"Not me? I've been pervy all day."
"Mine are naturally pervy."
"Whoa. You two are shameless."
Seo Joo-hwan burst out laughing. Was this his true nature, or had Lee Seok-chan rubbed off on him? Either way, he liked his bolder personality now.
Bring Ha-yeon and Ji-kyeong next time.
Oh, Jang Deok-hoon too.
*
Inside, the group chanted their BBQ mantra again.
"First round—shots!"
"No nursing!"
"No skipping penalties!"
"Drink or die!"
"Deal!"
Lee Seok-chan drained his glass and scanned the group.
"Switch seats. Girls between me and Joo-hwan."
"Ooh, Seok-chan oppa—what're you planning? Flowers in both hands~?"
"What flowers? Granny flower? Pumpkin flower?"
"Ack, oppa!"
"Puhaha. Drop the coy act already. What're you playing at now?"
"Tch."
Im Su-jeong clicked her tongue and slid between Seo Joo-hwan and Lee Seok-chan. He admired the circle they'd formed.
Nice setup.
Lee Seok-chan hadn't assigned seats randomly. Yoo So-jeong sat to Seo Joo-hwan's left, Im Su-jeong to his right. Kim Mi-jeong was between Lee Seok-chan and Yoo So-jeong. No guys mixing with penalty partners, no awkward pairings like Yoo So-jeong with Lee Seok-chan or Kim Mi-jeong with him. Unless it went full random like King Game, anyway.
"Alright, start light with Finger Point Game?"
"Aww, oppa. Finger Point? Lame."
"Heh. 19+ version, obviously. I'll start rightward."
Lee Seok-chan spread five fingers.
"Anyone who swallowed cum today—fold."
The Jeong sisters folded with boos.
"Boo. Segregating by gender?"
"You fed it to us and complain? Real?"
The turn passed from Lee Seok-chan.
"Anyone under B-cup—fold."
Kim Mi-jeong called it; Yoo So-jeong frowned.
"Mi-jeong, crossing lines?"
"Jealous? Grow 'em. Ask oppas to feel you up."
"You bitch? Fold if you ain't got pubes yet."
Seo Joo-hwan's eyes flicked to Kim Mi-jeong. What? No pubes? No way she's bald...
Kim Mi-jeong flushed beet-red.
"Hey, Yoo So-jeong!"
"Ehehe. Who told ya to poke?"
Seo Joo-hwan chuckled dryly, scanning the group. Keeping up was tricky.
Influencers play like this?
Correction: This was perverts' playstyle. Was this really Korea as he knew it?
"Joo-hwan oppa's turn."
Yoo So-jeong nudged him post her turn.
What to say?
He recalled a game with Lee Jeong-hoon, but those felt tame here. Grinning wickedly, he went for it.
"Anyone who wants to pass out tonight—fold."
Silence after the words dropped. Then blinks turned to laughter.
"Hahaha! Joo-hwan, nice! Confidence is key for guys."
"Pfft. Where's that confidence from, oppa?"
"Ahhat. Joo-hwan oppa, overcompensating?"
Lee Seok-chan thumbs-upped; Kim Mi-jeong giggled in disbelief. Im Su-jeong teased, poking his arm. Yoo So-jeong quietly folded one finger. The Jeong sisters gaped.
"So-jeong's thirsty tonight? You did it earlier too."
"Ah. You like Joo-hwan oppa's bod? Your type."
"Pfft. Think what you want~. Im Su-jeong, prep to regret later."
"What?"
Im Su-jeong grumbled uneasily. Seo Joo-hwan smirked, then side-eyed Kim Mi-jeong.
Status Window.
No fetish on her either. Talents... oh?
Seo Joo-hwan's eyes widened at Kim Mi-jeong's Imagination talent. It piqued his interest.
I want that!
It'd be huge for writing. Novels weren't just good sentences or plots—writers and readers craved fresh ideas and twists. And imagination wasn't limited to writing.
The games rolled on.
"Su-jeong's out!"
"Penalty: Top off!"
First 19+ Finger Point penalty went to Im Su-jeong. Blushing slightly, she stripped off her top. Her sky-blue bra hugged breasts that jiggled into view—around C-cup, the biggest among the girls.
The group switched games, downing drinks.
"Jang!"
"Mi!"
"Yeo!"
"Gwan!"
"Ahhhn~!"
"Ahaha! Kim Mi-jeong's moan is so hot!"
Rose Motel: Say a word each—"Jang Mi Yeo Gwan"—then moan after "Gwan." With five players, one person moaned per full circle, so the moaner restarted at "Jang." Everyone moaned once. The girls went all out—arousing as hell. But the guys' moans were ear pollution. Lee Seok-chan's "Eurgh~" had them dying.
"Seok-chan oppa, drink!"
"Gross! Drink!"
Good thing it ended before he got caught again. Next: Image Game.
"Who jerks off the most here?!"
Fingers pointed wildly. Seo Joo-hwan drew two and lost.
"Drink! Drink!"
He slammed his shot.
"Who seems the most pervy here?!"
He started pointing elsewhere but self-sabotaged on principle. Hilariously...
"Huh?"
"Eh?"
"What?"
"Puhaha! This is gold!"
Everyone pointed at themselves. Such honest weirdos. Roaring with laughter, they each downed a shot.
After unknown games, they grinded into sexy dances, light kisses flew—pure sex appeal.
"Next game—!"
"Dududududu!"
They drummed mouths or floors, hyping up. Faces flushed from booze, empties piled like a fever dream. This mad energy wasn't random.
"King Game! You know it? No refusing orders—penalty bomb shot!"
Lee Seok-chan pulled numbered disposable chopsticks from the side.