Naughty Cocktail (2) – "What'll You Do?"
"What'll you do?"
The question tossed out after sharing the urban legend of Sex on the Beach. In essence, it meant granting permission for a kiss the moment she took a sip of the cocktail.
Choi Mi-hwa lifted her hazy eyes, fueled by the alcohol, and gazed at Seo Joo-hwan. More precisely, her gaze locked onto his lips.
Those lips look so damn sexy...
Truth be told, the shape of his lips wasn't overtly seductive but gave off a sturdy, masculine vibe. When pursed, they even carried a stubborn edge. Yet, perhaps because they looked so moist and smooth, like they'd been well-cared for...
I wanna... kiss them.
By the time that thought crossed her mind, she'd already brought the glass to her lips.
She knew she shouldn't get personal with her author, but driven by instinct, she ended up taking a sip of the cocktail anyway.
Sweet fruit notes mingled with alcohol spread through her body. She could feel her face heating up. At the same time, she caught Seo Joo-hwan smirking, one corner of his mouth curling up.
"Don't... laugh..."
It had to be the booze. Otherwise, it didn't match her personality at all—that whiny tone slipping out.
Choi Mi-hwa frowned at her own voice, displeased even after hearing it. This isn't me. I can't act like this with my author.
Even as she wrestled with her inner conflict, she found his oblivious grin infuriating.
Your smile pisses me off. Stop grinning, you player...
She wanted to lash out like that, but the words never came. He'd already closed in, sealing her lips.
"Mmph?"
Choi Mi-hwa let out a muffled sound and confirmed it then and there. This guy was a total player. Was that innocent act from their first meeting all fake? And that awkward demeanor at dinner? All an act, no doubt.
"Smack. Slurp."
How else could he kiss like this?
Somehow, he'd taken a sip of booze into his mouth beforehand, and now the sweet liquid flowed from his lips into hers. A drop of cocktail she couldn't fully swallow trickled down her throat.
Ah, it's delicious.
What had he ordered again? It tasted like sweet grapes. Raspberry and a faint lime note teased her tongue as well.
Gulp. The cocktail slid down her esophagus, making her head spin even more.
Choi Mi-hwa let go of reason and surrendered to instinct.
"Hah... mm... ngh."
"Slurp..."
Soft flesh tangled. Tongues explored each other's mouths, stifled breaths spurring them on. Thanks to the cocktail, the kiss tasted sweetly like something out of a novel. She couldn't tell if this was reality or a dream.
Lost in the press of their lips, she barely noticed his hand sliding up to her chest. Even through her clothes, the kneading sent shocks as sensitive as bare skin.
The seemingly eternal kiss ended as his tongue withdrew, a stringy thread of saliva dangling erotically between them.
"Mi-hwa."
He pulled back and met her eyes. How could anyone stare so directly into another's gaze? Unlike her flushed, aroused face, he spoke softly, deliberately gentle.
"Shall we... move somewhere else?"
Absurd. She had to keep things professional with her author from here on out. They'd already crossed the line with just this kiss.
"...Yeah."
Reason and action didn't always align.
*
Seo Joo-hwan supported the staggering Choi Mi-hwa as they walked. He was pretty drunk himself and struggling, but he was in better shape than her.
She could barely walk, wrapping her arms around his for support. A pleasant softness pressed against his arm. Feels like B-cups, maybe?
"My treat tonight! Let's get some shots!"
"What's shots?"
"Bombs, you idiot!"
The boisterous voices of drunk revelers filled the noisy street. 1st Street's nightlife was always bustling. It was the only spot in Anyang where young people could really let loose.
Stumbling through crowds inevitably led to collisions.
"Ow."
A woman bumped into Seo Joo-hwan's shoulder. The item in her hand—a paper bag—fell to the ground.
He quickly picked it up and said, "Sorry about that. You okay?"
"I'm f—huh? You're that pickup artist from before?"
"Pardon?"
Confused, he looked closer. A familiar face—the woman from the smoking area the other day.
"Oh, right. Princess Syndrome."
"Ugh. Not princess syndrome. I already apologized."
"Then why call me pickup artist again?"
"Well, I don't know your name... Anyway, aren't you picking up right now?"
She eyed Choi Mi-hwa, clinging expectantly to him.
Maybe it was the alcohol, but even though it was no big deal, he clicked his tongue at her words.
"Tsk. It's not a pickup. We met professionally. Don't jump to conclusions."
"...Sorry. I didn't mean to be snarky."
"Hmph."
"Really, I'm sorry."
She didn't seem like a bad person, bowing her head again with a small apology. It was an easy situation to misunderstand, after all.
Actually... not really a misunderstanding?
But no need to spell it out. Seo Joo-hwan handed her the paper bag.
"It's fine. I overreacted too. Take care."
"Yeah. You too."
She watched his retreating back as he walked away. He was wobbling pretty badly, clearly wasted. The woman stuck to his side looked blackout drunk, leaning entirely on him.
After staring for a moment, she frowned and muttered discontentedly.
"What the hell. It is a pickup."
The building they entered was a motel.
*
Inside the motel room, the two exchanged awkward glances before deciding she'd shower first. The smell of grilled intestines clung to their bodies, and the booze from their kiss had left them sticky.
Choi Mi-hwa showered and emerged wrapped in a towel. Seo Joo-hwan, sitting on the bed, widened his eyes and raked his gaze over her body like it was nailed in place.
Her face flushed—not from booze anymore, but embarrassment—as she spoke, the alcohol slightly sobered by the shower.
"W-what're you staring at?"
Her face burned with shyness, not liquor. His eyes devouring her female form burned even hotter.
Key areas were covered by the towel. Even so, with her arms and legs exposed, it felt like being fully naked.
"S-stop staring and go shower quick!"
Pushed by her, Seo Joo-hwan entered the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and splashed cold water on his face to shake off some of the buzz.
Creeeak. Whoosh—
Lukewarm water soaked his body. Trying to sober up further under the spray, Seo Joo-hwan thought.
...Nailed it?
He'd figured it'd be nice if it worked out, no biggie if not. But they'd made it to the motel smoothly.
First time with a woman since Jeong So-ra. Thinking of her waiting outside to do it with him already had blood rushing south, half-hard.
That's when Lucy chimed in out of nowhere.
Master, it's past midnight.
"So?"
I recommend drawing an item.
"Right now?"
Seo Joo-hwan just wanted to finish showering quick. Choi Mi-hwa was drunk; what if she passed out waiting?
I'm recommending it because of the situation... but if Master doesn't want to, no choice.
Lucy fell silent after that, signaling she wouldn't interfere further. Respecting her master's will, perhaps.
Seo Joo-hwan pondered briefly but decided to follow her advice. He'd never regretted it before.
Moments later, after drawing the item, his expression turned awkward.
Slippery Love Gel (x3)
▷ Effect 1: Slightly heightens sensitivity in applied areas. Pinpoint on erogenous zones during foreplay, and your partner might lose it.
▷ Effect 2: When applied to genitals, even the tightest, long-sealed clam opens easily. Virgins feel no pain.
※ Harmless to the body—use without worry.
"This... no way."
It couldn't be. Seo Joo-hwan decided to believe it wasn't.
*
Choi Mi-hwa sat on the edge of the bed, urging him to hurry and shower. He entered the bathroom, and the door clicked shut.
"I'm crazy. Choi Mi-hwa, you're definitely insane..."
She hadn't come here with those intentions, but she'd gotten swept up in the mood.
"How in one day... Am I really this easy?"
It was just a professional meeting to sign a contract. Well, actually, gratitude toward her savior played a bigger role, but she'd never imagined this.
Of course, their conversation had been fun. People with shared hobbies could talk all day, right? Seo Joo-hwan had read plenty too, syncing perfectly with her book addiction. Plus, he was the author of the steamy novel she'd been obsessed with lately. How could she not like him?
Strictly speaking, he was her white knight on a steed too.
Crazy. White knight?
Choi Mi-hwa shuddered at her own cheesy thought and punched the pillow.
Of all expressions, that childish one?! Her head must be messed up.
Truth be told, her feelings for him weren't that deep from the start. Sure, he was her savior, they clicked, and she felt personal fondness—but they’d just met. Not enough for a one-night stand.
Not that she disliked the idea of sleeping with him... If she did, she wouldn't have come.
The only hang-up was her role as his editor.
...Fine. Consenting adults with chemistry can do this.
As she rationalized it, the bathroom door opened. Her gaze naturally flicked over, landing on Seo Joo-hwan's naked body.
Whoa, better body than I thought.
No six-pack, but it exuded masculine appeal. A slight belly, sure, but his gym-honed frame had nicely sculpted muscles on shoulders, arms, legs.
He climbed onto the bed silently. Unthinkingly, she scooted back. Seeing an unfamiliar man's body up close rushed blood to her head.
Before she could react, their lips met again.
"Smack. Slurp."
"Ah, mmph. Ngh..."
Following his lead, Choi Mi-hwa parted her lips and extended her tongue.
Ngh. Why's he so good at this?
To her, his kissing was expert. Their tangled tongues tickled. Smack—a suck on her tongue, then his swept her tender palate.
"Ah, ahh. Hn. Slurp..."
They said long kisses bred bad breath, but amazingly, it still carried that sweet aftertaste. He'd brushed, so the cocktail lingered? Why did it smell so good?
By the time their lips parted, breathless from the frenzy, her towel was gone.
His hands kneaded her bare breasts. Rougher now, big and thick—these were man's hands, she felt it keenly.
Blushing furiously, she met his eyes. They locked, and he kissed her again. No tongue this time—a light peck. Lips parted quickly, leaving her wanting more. But then he trailed down her neck to her chest, tongue flicking out.
Before she could protest, his tongue grazed her areola, teasing the hardened nipple.
Choi Mi-hwa let out a flustered moan.
"Ah, ahn. W-wait. Not there... ahhk."
But her voice was thick with moans already. Embarrassing sounds escaped on their own. She wasn't this sensitive alone, but now her whole body was.
He asked in a low voice, husky with arousal.
"Weak here, huh?"
"Ah, wai—hn."
No answer, but he licked and gently nipped again. A jolt shot up; she meant to say stop, but the words vanished down her throat.
Instead, a desperate plea emerged.
"D-do the other side too..."
At that, he switched from her left breast, his head moving right. His large hand took the left, kneading and twisting the nipple gently.
Too skilled, in her opinion. Her thighs clenched, hips lifting instinctively. Then something heavy and hot pressed against her stomach.
Whoa, rock hard.
Conscious of the thing on her belly, she forgot her pleasure, focus shifting there. Knowing it'd enter her made her core heat up.
Choi Mi-hwa reached down. No newbie with men, she aimed to participate actively, not just receive.
Gently grasping it, she got an immediate reaction.
"Ngh."
"D-did it hurt?"
"N-no. Feels good."
Good from her hand? That thrilled her more. Seeing the man who'd groped freely now grimace was amusing.
"Then... I'll make your dick feel even better."
Choi Mi-hwa moved her hand more boldly. Stroking the shaft lightly, she rubbed the mushroom tip with her fingers.
Even as he fondled her chest and body, Seo Joo-hwan twitched cutely.
"Joo-hwan."
"Y-yeah?"
"Your dick's so slippery. Tons of precum. Sticky. Heh heh."
"...Funny?"
"It is f—hng?!"
A startled moan escaped Choi Mi-hwa. She'd teased laughing, and now his fingers stimulated her pussy. Rubbing the entrance, then grazing her clit.
"Ah, ahhk. Ahn."
"You're flooding too? It's a damn river."
"Th-that's been since..."
"Flooding since when?"
Seo Joo-hwan cut her off with a mischievous grin.
She flapped her mouth, then nodded.
"...Yeah. Actually, since the kiss at the bar."
Telling the truth outright widened his eyes. They soon crinkled in delight.
He sat up and said,
"Ready to put it in?"
"Ah, yeah. But um..."
"Yeah?"
"I-I'm a first-timer, so go slow."
"...First time?"
"Huh? Yeah. Kinda...?"
Choi Mi-hwa nodded hesitantly, sensing the mood shift. Seo Joo-hwan's expression looking down at her changed rapidly, turning troubled.
*
"...First time?"
"Huh? Yeah. Kinda...?"
Sensing something off, Choi Mi-hwa blinked and replied. Without her glasses, her sharp look had softened from the foreplay, eyes tender.
Seo Joo-hwan didn't answer right away, clamping his mouth shut.
One thought filled his head.
Fuck, I'm screwed.
That was his first reaction to hearing Choi Mi-hwa was a virgin. Who'd have thought the woman hooked on erotica and dirty talk had zero experience?
I wasn't planning to date or anything.
Of course, Choi Mi-hwa was stunning. Intellectual with glasses, but aroused and softened now? Gorgeous.
But pretty didn't mean he'd date everyone he slept with. He'd approached without romance in mind.
Harsh as it was, his main goal was her talents. First real meeting outside saving her—no way he'd think long-term.
But virgin? That brought a heavy burden crashing down.
This is nuts.
Should he call it quits now? Could he fuck her and end it as a one-night fling? What if she demanded commitment later?
Every wild thought raced through his mind.
Were his feelings too obvious? Choi Mi-hwa's face hardened gradually.
"Hey."
"Y-yeah?"
"What're you thinking right now?"
"Uh, no, it's..."
"Trouble 'cause I'm a virgin?"
"......"
What could he say? His expression had already confessed.
She glared coldly. Moments later, Choi Mi-hwa opened her tightly shut mouth.