Adult Drinking Games (2)
“Whoa, when the hell did you prepare that?”
“Heh heh heh.”
Lee Seok-chan let out a sleazy chuckle. What a thoroughly prepared guy. Joo-hwan and the others each drew a wooden chopstick.
“Hahaha! I'm the king!”
Lee Seok-chan had drawn the king.
“Ah, we're screwed!”
“Oppa, what trick did you pull?!”
“What trick? I just got lucky.”
Lee Seok-chan grinned smugly as he issued his command.
“Number 1, come kiss me.”
“Knew it!”
“Pervert. Who's number 1?”
Seo Joo-hwan tossed his chopstick at Lee Seok-chan.
“You bastard!”
“Gah! What the—it's you? Crazy. Guys, take Joo-hwan and make him cross-dress. Then maybe.”
“You insane freak! Get lost! Hand over the bomb shot!”
“Kyahahaha! This is hilarious!”
“Ahaha! Oppa, I'll do your makeup!”
“You crazy bastards. I said bomb shot. Puhaha!”
It was ridiculous and annoying, but that just made it funnier. They must've drunk a ton. The vibe had everyone hyped up whether they wanted it or not.
After downing the bomb shot, they collected the chopsticks and drew again for the next king. This time, Kim Mi-jeong got it.
“Yesss!”
“What 'yesss,' you little shit? If you don't know the numbers, it could be a bust anyway~.”
“Hee hee. You think so~?”
Kim Mi-jeong glanced slyly at Lee Seok-chan with a knowing smile.
Huh, she seems to know his number.
Im Su-jeong spoke confidently.
“Number 2, come kiss me! Seok-chan oppa's 2, right?”
“Huh? I'm 3.”
“What?”
She must've misread. Seo Joo-hwan grinned and stood up.
“Mi-jeong-ah, 2's me.”
“Eeeh?!”
“Ahaha! Look at Kim Mi-jeong's disappointed face!”
“Pfft. Isn't that too mean to Joo-hwan oppa?”
“Damn.”
Kim Mi-jeong shot Lee Seok-chan a wronged look. But he just burst out laughing.
“Tch. What are you waiting for, oppa? Hurry up and get it over with.”
Kim Mi-jeong grumbled at Seo Joo-hwan. He shrugged and approached her.
“How long for the kiss?”
“Huh? What do you mean time? Just a quick peck on the lips.”
“Hey hey, Im Su-jeong. That's not a kiss, that's a smack. Gotta use tongue to count.”
“Right! And at least 10 seconds—no, 30!”
“What? No way!”
“Eee? Don't like it? Then chug a penalty shot. I'll mix you a special one!”
Seo Joo-hwan chuckled and glanced at Yoo So-jeong and Im Su-jeong. He knew Kim Mi-jeong liked Lee Seok-chan, so they could've covered for her, but no such luck. They were egging it on like it was hilarious. Must be half-drunk from all the shots.
Yoo So-jeong grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the side and tried mixing it with soju and beer. Kim Mi-jeong freaked out and shook her head wildly.
“F-Fine. I'll do it.”
“About time. Vibe's dying, so penalty: one minute!”
“Argh! Just do it already!”
“Pfft. You sure you hate it that much?”
“N-No. It's not that I hate oppa...”
Seo Joo-hwan let out a hollow laugh. He felt bad for Kim Mi-jeong glancing at Lee Seok-chan, but also a bit annoyed.
If you're gonna act like that, you shouldn't have come in the first place. Tch! With that thought, he suddenly wanted to tease her more. Make her lose her mind right in front of Lee Seok-chan.
Sexual Point.
Sexual Point
Activating the skill revealed Kim Mi-jeong's erogenous zones in detail. Her unique ones were the back of her head, nape, and ear rims. Her lower lip and the back of her shoulders glowed thickly too.
“Oppa, when are you gonna...? Just hurry... Mmph.”
*Smack.*
Seo Joo-hwan surprised her with a sudden kiss, cradling the back of her neck with one hand while gently stroking her left cheek with the other.
“Joo-hwan oppa, tongue too!”
“Deep kiss!”
“Puhaha. Look at that guy going all in.”
Following the crowd's demands, Seo Joo-hwan parted his lips and slipped in his tongue. Kim Mi-jeong opened her mouth readily, eager to end it quick. But even as their tongues touched, she didn't respond—instead, she pulled back.
No good.
He needed to boost her affection and arousal here for a future shot. Too bad to pass up her Imagination talent. Instead of tangling tongues, he nipped her lower lip lightly and slid his cheek hand to her ear rim.
*Stroke.*
“Hng...?”
*Chup. Slurp.*
Sensing something off, a weak moan escaped Kim Mi-jeong. But the pheromones and his touch were already stimulating her up close. Ignoring her surprise, Seo Joo-hwan lightly scratched the back of her head with Holy Touch.
Holy Touch
She twitched, her body trembling faintly. He didn't stop, tickling her entire nape while sucking on her lower lip. She instinctively shrank back, but his hand at her back kept her from fleeing.
*Chuuup. Jjop.*
Their lips, once sloppy, now meshed stickily. Tongues that barely touched now twisted with lewd sounds. Seo Joo-hwan kept stimulating her zones with his hands.
“Haa.”
A heated breath escaped. Kim Mi-jeong's arms were now around his neck. He prolonged the kiss a bit more, then pulled away just as she started craving it. A string of saliva stretched long, curved, then snapped.
He gazed at her wistful expression, then casually looked around like nothing happened.
“Minute up?”
“Uh, yeah... a bit over, I think?”
Im Su-jeong, who'd been blankly watching with flushed cheeks, answered. Seo Joo-hwan grinned and released Kim Mi-jeong.
“Was it okay?”
“Uh, y-yeah.”
She finally dropped her arms from his neck. She'd been acting all reluctant, but now responding eagerly embarrassed her.
The other three pounced without missing a beat.
“Kyahaha! Kim Mi-jeong acted like she hated it, now look at her wanting more!”
“Aigoo. Was the kiss that good?”
“Heh heh. Mi-jeong-ah, your face is beet red. Time to switch from booze to water?”
The other two, fine, but even Lee Seok-chan teasing her was surprising. He met Joo-hwan's eyes and quietly gave a thumbs-up.
She said she told him no dating. Looked like he really had zero feelings.
This guy's boundaries are crystal clear.
Made things easier for him.
“Draw the next king!”
“My turn this time! You're all dead!”
The drinking games continued. Next king: Im Su-jeong.
“Let's speed it up. 3 and 4, strip naked and belly dance!” 3 was Lee Seok-chan, 4 Yoo So-jeong.
“Eek! Why me?!”
Yoo So-jeong flushed crimson but obediently stripped and started belly dancing.
Damn. So-jeong's got killer curves.
Her slim waist snapped side to side—pure eye candy. Seo Joo-hwan poured and drank without penalty, just watching.
But soon he spat out his booze at the hideous sight.
“Ugh, fuck! That's fucking nasty, for real!”
“Ahahaha! Seok-chan oppa dances so well!”
“Ewww! Oppa, gross!”
Lee Seok-chan twisted his hips overly seductively, his junk flopping wildly side to side. Enjoying the reactions, he even spun like a windmill.
“Fuck, what did I just see?! Next king, now!”
As Seo Joo-hwan yelled, the penalty time ended. Next king: Lee Seok-chan again.
“1 and 3, strip and sexy dance stuck together! Already naked? Add a minute!”
“Whoa, this bastard knows all the numbers, huh?”
“Right?! Picked the only ones not naked!”
1 was Seo Joo-hwan, 3 Kim Mi-jeong. Now everyone but Im Su-jeong was nude.
Lee Seok-chan smirked at the girls, then gawked at Joo-hwan.
“Holy shit, your dick's fucking huge.”
“You psycho, don't look!”
“Fuck, how can I not? It's dick-level huge.”
Lee Seok-chan glanced at his own and cursed. Kim Mi-jeong consoled him.
“S-Seok-chan oppa's is plenty big too.”
But his face soured more. Her eyes were glued to Joo-hwan's instead.
“Hey, stop staring like that...”
Seo Joo-hwan awkwardly smiled at the girls.
Ugh. Nowhere to look.
The girls minus Im Su-jeong were fully exposed too. Kneeling to cover their privates, but glimpses of bush caught the eye. Kim Mi-jeong especially proved her "puffy pussy" rep—smooth and hairless down there.
*Twitch!*
In that situation, getting hard was inevitable. The girls' eyes lit up at the erect dicks.
“Ah, up close, the difference isn't that big.”
His item-added 7cm made it massive even soft. But erect, not hugely bigger than Seok-chan's—who was above average anyway.
“Still, Joo-hwan oppa's is really big.”
“So-jeong-ah, you knew, huh?”
“Pfft. Told you you'd regret it?”
“Enough, let's game!”
After the commotion, Seo Joo-hwan and Kim Mi-jeong stood.
“Mi-jeong-ah, you dance?”
“Uh. I can, but naked's a first.”
“Guys, put on some music!”
“Okay!”
Lee Seok-chan queued a song. Seo Joo-hwan and Kim Mi-jeong pressed bodies and moved. Intense skinship was par for the course. He subtly caressed her with Holy Touch, grinding his hard dick against her while dancing.
“Uhaha! That guy's ready to stick it in already! Not yet, dude!”
“Joo-hwan oppa's got even bigger! Wow!”
“Su-jeong-ah, you said you weren't into Joo-hwan oppa? It's mine anyway, so back off~.”
“What?! It's Joo-hwan oppa's, why yours?”
“Slut, eyes already rolling.”
Dance over, games resumed. Girls' eyes kept drifting to Joo-hwan's junk amid the play.
“Hey, Su-jeong-ah, just strip too!”
“Yeah! Can't be the only one dressed!”
“What?! I was king!”
“Wooo! Match the vibe!”
Im Su-jeong finally stripped.
“2 caresses 3 for 3 minutes.”
Heat rising—everything but insertion now. 2 was Seo Joo-hwan.
“Who's 3? If it's that bastard Seok-chan, I'll chug a soju bottle.”
“I'd rather drink and pass. But I'm not 3.”
Luckily, 3 was Yoo So-jeong.
“Oppa, it's me.”
“Oh. Me go to you? Or you come?”
“Hee hee. Come to me, oppa.”
Seo Joo-hwan went behind Yoo So-jeong. He'd mapped her zones at the pool. He stuck out his tongue and licked up her spine from bottom to top.
“Hng!”
Up the groove, then turned her head for a kiss. Hands forward, kneading breasts, gently circling her nipple zone.
“Ah, aang, eut.”
“So-jeong-ah, you're gonna cum before you even get started.”
Im Su-jeong playfully poked Yoo So-jeong's arm. But she was too busy Frenching to reply.
One hand down, stroking her mound. Fluffy pubes under his fingers.
“Gonna finger you?”
“Hic. Here? Kinda embarrassing.”
Ignoring her, he slid a finger into her pussy. Already wet, it went smooth.
*Schlick schlick schlick.*
Her body twitched, hips bucking slightly. More juice flowed with each thrust, squelching lewdly.
“Ah, ha, hauk, aang, oppa... eung!”
Yoo So-jeong moaned uncontrollably, calling his name. Aroused hard, her hips lifted into a standing kneel. Seo Joo-hwan pressed close, rubbing his dick in her ass crack. Instinctively, her ass sought it downward.
“S-Stop! Stop! Oppa, 3 minutes up!”
Im Su-jeong yelled, face flushed.
Just a bit more...
Ignoring her, he doubled fingers with Holy Touch for rapid pistoning.
*Squish squish squish squish squish!*
Already fired up, Yoo So-jeong moaned long seconds later.
“Eung, ut, heung~!”
Her body quivered. Light climax. She collapsed. Seo Joo-hwan shook juice from his fingers.
“Next king?”
*Gulp.* Swallows echoed. Mostly from the girls.
The games were just beginning.
“Hey, change games. This might be the last round.”
“To what?”
“Can't skip this here. Next level: over the mountain!”
Yoo So-jeong's turn. Fresh off her light orgasm, a bit dazed, she approached Seo Joo-hwan.