Broken Film (2)
Im Su-hee placed her hand on his face and said, "Joo-hwan, wanna be my boyfriend? I'll take good care of you."
It was a sudden confession. Even in his drunken haze, Seo Joo-hwan couldn't help but wonder why. They'd only known each other for two months, and they barely knew anything about one another. Their private conversations had been few and far between. What had she seen in him to make her want to date?
For a split second, he thought of Choi Mi-hwa—the one he'd lured to bed without any intention of dating. The burden he'd felt upon learning she was a virgin. And now, this confession to actually date. But unlike back then, he didn't feel any pressure this time. Not because he wanted to date her, but because the air in the room was anything but serious. There were just two people here, driven more by lust than love.
Still, he couldn't hold back his curiosity. "Why do you like me?"
At the question, Im Su-hee blinked twice, as if she'd heard something utterly unexpected. Then she burst out laughing. "Do you need some grand reason to date someone?"
To Seo Joo-hwan, it was incomprehensible. Didn't you like someone for a reason? And date them because you liked them? Ah, his head was spinning. The room whirled around him, and Im Su-hee seemed to double. The two of her giggled and stroked his head. Double the petting.
"If I had to give a reason... well, I like guys who work hard at working out. More honestly? Guys with sexy muscles. And I prefer younger guys."
"There are tons of guys like that at the gym, though?"
No matter how fast he'd grown thanks to the blessing, he was still just at Helin-i level. The gym was full of guys with better bodies than his—mostly older dudes, sure, but plenty younger than her.
But Im Su-hee shook her head. "Those are just guys with good bodies. In my book, sexy muscles are... like yours. High-quality ones, packed tight and pulsing with power... growing faster than others, and with... great recovery...?"
She seemed unsure herself what she was saying. But Seo Joo-hwan sensed something dangerous in her eyes—a hint of obsession.
Musclephilia. And Sthenolagnia.
Im Su-hee's fetishes flashed in his mind.
Her fingertips trailed up his neck, gliding over his shoulders and deltoids, caressing his pecs and abs. Her hand slipped lower, into his pants, gently grasping his shrunken cock. Blood rushed back to his groin, and it swelled in an instant.
"Such good stamina too..."
Her eyes, glazed with alcohol, fixed on it hazily. Even drunk, the way she toyed with it like a plaything was sensual. Come to think of it, the corpora cavernosa that made up a man's penis were a kind of elastic muscle, weren't they?
Im Su-hee fondled his balls lightly and spoke again. "So, Joo-hwan. What's your answer?"
"Sorry, noona. I'm not looking to date anyone for a while."
Even blackout drunk, the excuse slipped out. Deep down, it was a selfish hang-up about their age gap. His mind was thirty-two—no, thirty-three now. But his body was a fresh twenty-three-year-old's. And if he was going to confess honestly, he'd have to reveal his real age first, right?
"You just rejected me?"
"Sorry. It's not that I don't like you, noona."
Her face soured at his response. She clearly hadn't expected rejection. And why would she? Im Su-hee was the kind of pretty that turned heads on the street, with a killer body you didn't see every day. Add in her status as a young gym owner, and few guys would turn her down.
She lifted the corner of her eye and gave his balls a light squeeze before letting go. He felt a chill down his spine but kept his cool. Then, with a provocative smirk, she said, "Maybe we shouldn't then? I don't need a guy who doesn't like me."
Her pride seemed bruised. But it didn't feel entirely sincere—just a way of saying she wouldn't beg.
Her favorability was still C+, but her lust had climbed two whole ranks higher to B+.
Seo Joo-hwan leaned in close. But she turned her head coyly, dodging the kiss.
"Oh my. Look at you. Why try to kiss a girl you don't even like?"
She was properly pissed now. But he could tell the door wasn't closed. Otherwise, why would she still be fondling his dick?
Even drunk, he knew he needed to smooth things over. But his alcohol-numbed reason opted for a bolder approach. With a grin—like he was countering provocation with provocation—he activated Holy Touch and slipped his hand into her pants. Brushing past the coarse hair, he rubbed the little nub between her valley.
"Noona, I'm really fucking good at sex."
"Hng... From the way you're touching me, yeah, I bet..."
Her body, heated by booze. Pent-up desire spiking her lust. A guy right up her alley. The teasing sensation in her cleft. Would she really say no now that the fire was lit? Im Su-hee wasn't the type to play hard-to-get anyway. She was just torn between her pride and her arousal.
That's when Seo Joo-hwan made a wild proposal. "Wanna make a bet then?"
"What kind of bet?"
"Let's head to the MT first."
"...I said no."
She was still stubborn despite the obvious temptation. He slid a finger into her valley and said, "Not sex right now."
"...Then what?"
She perked up with interest. Was it curiosity? Excitement? Or did she just need an excuse? Instinct told him the latter, so he explained. "I'll only use my hands and tongue. If you beg me to make you cum first, I win—we fuck without dating. You win, we date."
"What...? Pfft! You're hilarious when you're drunk, Joo-hwan. So what if I win?"
"I beg you to let me cum, obviously."
"Hng. Do I really need to go that far just to date you?"
"You want it too, noona. Think of it as a bonus injury on top."
It was logic with a few screws loose, but she seemed intrigued. Ridiculous enough to be fun, and a perfect excuse.
Im Su-hee pretended to mull it over, then gripped his cock tight, as if decided. "Deal."
After that, they moved to a motel. And while Im Su-hee went to shower...
"Kuuuul~."
The ultimate idiot passed out.
*
Recalling the memory flooded him with absurdity.
Am I seriously this much of a moron?
Fine, blame the booze for the personality change. He actually liked how confident he'd been—more than his usual self. But why! Set the table all nice! And then! Fuck! Pass out!
Pound your head in remorse, quick. And yeah, pound it into Im Su-hee while you're at it.
Lost in self-loathing, Seo Joo-hwan heard Im Su-hee giggling. "Hehe. Look at your face. You're totally sober now, huh?"
"...Yeah. First time I've ever blacked out from drinking. Sorry for real."
"Ahaha! You're so different from when you were drunk!"
"Haha... Never gotten that wasted before, so it was news to me too."
"Kekekeke! Oh man, you're killing me. My stomach hurts!"
She clutched her belly, laughing uncontrollably, tears welling up—no sign of stopping.
He waited for her laughter to die down, then cautiously broached, "Noona, about that bet earlier..."
"Oh? Ahaha."
Her eyes curved knowingly. With a mischievous grin, she said, "You wanna do it? I woke up and lost interest."
"...For real? No bet?"
Her face was too straight for a lie. Weird. He clearly remembered her lust hitting B+. Seo Joo-hwan checked her favorability and lust again.
<Im Su-hee>
Favorability: C+
Current Lust: C+
Confirmation hit like despair. Favorability was fine, but lust had dropped to C+. Had she gotten herself off alone in the meantime? The problem was, he couldn't hold back now. His little buddy was fully locked and loaded. But just lie there next to a naked woman and do nothing? Go back to sleep? That was torture.
Just pin her down?
Honestly, with a hot naked chick right there, holding back would be the real idiocy. Two naked adults in bed—could that even count as rape? Even a monk couldn't resist this.
Seo Joo-hwan's eyes burned with heat as he stared at Im Su-hee. "Noona, let's start that bet."
"Huh? I said I'm good. Unless you're the one begging..."
"Kyaa?!"
In a flash, he mounted her. His last shred of reason stopped him from forcing it. But legally? Game on.
Time to start the bet.