The Certified Realtor, Age 28, Yoon Seoyeong (4)
Seoyeong still wore the expression of someone who hadn't quite grasped the situation.
"What is this? Is it some kind of phone?"
She ran her fingers over the thing in her hand a few more times.
Slide.
Flinch.
Blink.
"……?"
Her brow furrowed. The texture wasn't what she'd expected. It was hard, sure, but not cold like plastic—the sensation against her fingertips was strangely, impossibly warm.
And above all….
It was long and thick.
"Bare… skin?"
She tilted her head.
"Feels like skin…."
That was when Jinsu spoke, his voice low.
"I can't find my pants."
"Sorry?"
"I'm only wearing a robe."
"Uh…?"
Seoyeong's hand froze in place.
A brief silence.
"……."
Jinsu let out a lazy breath.
"Whew…."
Her eyes were growing wider by the second.
"N-no way…."
"That no-way is correct."
Jinsu answered matter-of-factly.
"That's my cock."
"KYAAH!"
She snatched her hand away and scrambled backward.
"Wh-why is it so big?!"
Jinsu turned away with an awkward cough.
"Ahem."
"N-no, I was just trying to find something, that's all…!"
"It's fine."
"I really didn't touch it on purpose!"
"I know. Let's find that flashlight."
Saying nothing more, Jinsu switched on his phone's flash.
"Oh, right—the phone works. No, wait. Better to save the battery, just in case…."
He swept the phone's light around and headed for the counter. Seoyeong, meanwhile, remained rooted to the spot.
Her face was burning.
I just touched a man's… that?
The sensation from moments ago came flooding back to her palm.
That was… genuinely huge.
And it had been far harder than she'd imagined, too. Seoyeong fidgeted with her fingers for no good reason.
No—what am I even thinking right now?
She shook her head hastily. Just then, Jinsu's voice drifted over from the counter.
"Ah. Here it is."
He reached down beneath the counter.
Click.
A bright beam of light flared to life, and the room instantly brightened.
"There we go."
It was far brighter than the phone flash. Jinsu turned around.
"Seoyeong?"
"Yes?"
"What are you doing over there?"
"N-nothing! Nothing at all."
Only then did Seoyeong snap out of it and come over.
"Glad we found the flashlight."
"Me too."
Jinsu set it on the table and started rummaging under the counter again.
"Oh, and—"
"Yes?"
"Found this too."
Clink.
He held up three bottles of soju.
"Oh my."
An involuntary smile spread across Seoyeong's face.
"There's booze?"
"My father must have bought it."
Jinsu wiped the dust from one bottle with his palm.
"Want a drink?"
Seoyeong stared at the bottle as if weighing the decision, then glanced out the window once.
SHHHHHAAAAA—!
"Let's drink."
She gave a small laugh.
"It's terrifying out there—I could use a little liquid courage."
A little while later.
On the break-room table, beneath the bright beam of the flashlight, sat a packet of crushed ramyeon, three bottles of soju, and two paper cups.
Jinsu poured soju into a cup.
Glug-glug.
"Here."
"Thank you."
Seoyeong accepted her cup.
"What a day. I've been through everything today."
"Tell me about it."
They clinked cups lightly.
Clink.
"Ugh…."
One sip in, and Seoyeong's face immediately scrunched up.
Jinsu smirked.
"Strong?"
"Very."
She picked up a piece of crushed ramyeon and popped it into her mouth.
Crunch.
Crunch.
"Salty and delicious."
Jinsu grabbed a handful for himself too.
"Another glass?"
"Please."
Glug-glug.
The second cup.
Clink.
"Ahh…."
"Mmm…."
"Having drinks is at least some comfort."
"Do you drink often?"
"Now and then. A bottle of soju, maybe? What about you?"
"Two bottles."
"You can hold your liquor."
She held out her cup again.
"One more, please."
"Aren't you drinking a little fast?"
"I need to get drunk fast, so I'm less scared. Drinking helps."
"Good strategy."
Jinsu laughed and poured her only a little.
"Drink half."
"Why are you only pouring me half?"
"Because it's a problem if you pass out."
"I won't pass out."
Grumbling, Seoyeong accepted her cup anyway.
A short while later.
Jinsu took a sip of soju and set his cup down.
"The bathhouse has been driving me crazy lately."
"Running a business you're not used to is hard, isn't it?"
"There's so much to fix, and my father's gone radio silent."
Jinsu gave a wry smile.
"And the redevelopment people keep showing up every other day. It's a nuisance."
Seoyeong's eyebrows twitched.
"The redevelopment people?"
"Yeah. They keep pressuring me to sign the consent form."
"Is it… a woman? The one in the business suit?"
"That's her. I think she said her name was Shin Yoora."
"Ah, that woman."
"You know her?"
"Of course I do. I do real estate in this neighborhood—there's no way I wouldn't."
"She's famous, then?"
Seoyeong pursed her lips.
"Famous, but not in a good way."
"The bad kind?"
She fiddled with her soju cup for a moment, then lowered her voice.
"That woman doesn't have the best reputation around here."
"Why not?"
"You know how some households refuse to consent to the redevelopment?"
"Yes."
"Word is, she'll pull every dirty trick in the book to dig up dirt on them. You should be careful around her."
Jinsu's expression turned a shade more serious.
"What kind of dirty tricks?"
"Apparently she installs hidden cameras inside the buildings that oppose redevelopment, to catch them in something."
Jinsu's brow creased slightly.
"She installs cameras?"
"It's just a rumor. I've never seen it myself."
Seoyeong waved her hands quickly.
"I shouldn't have said anything. It might not even be true, so don't take my word for it. Just a rumor. Just a rumor!"
"……."
Jinsu drained his cup in silence.
The threats Shin Yoora had made against him surfaced naturally in his mind.
Doesn't exactly sound like baseless gossip.
Seoyeong, apparently regretting bringing it up, raised her cup as if to change the mood.
"Come on, another round. Drink with me."
"Sure."
Jinsu lifted his cup along with her, and she called out with a grin.
"To Seo Jinsu and me surviving this night—cheers!"
"Cheers."
Clink.
Their cups met.
How much time had passed?
Two of the three soju bottles on the table were empty before either of them noticed. The two empties rolled around on the floor, and the crushed ramyeon had been picked clean, leaving nothing but red powder at the bottom of the packet.
"Haaa…."
Seoyeong set down her paper cup and heaved a long sigh. At first only her cheeks had been flushed, but now her entire face had turned a deep, glowing red. Her eyes were glazed, and her speech had slowed considerably.
"Jinshuuu."
"Yes?"
"I'm not drunk, am I?"
"…Why are you asking me that?"
"Not drunk, then."
She delivered her own verdict and nodded, satisfied. Jinsu snorted.
"You're very drunk."
"Am not."
Seoyeong tried to sit up straight, only to sink right back into the sofa's backrest.
"Huh?"
"See?"
"The chair moved on its own."
"Why would the chair move?"
"But it did…."
She fiddled with the sofa cushions, looking genuinely aggrieved. Jinsu, for his part, wasn't exactly sober either. His head floated pleasantly, and his body felt lazier than usual.
"Whew…."
He ran a palm over his face.
It's getting to me too.
His mind was still sharp, but his mouth was starting to blurt out things he would normally think twice before saying.
Outside, the storm still raged, and at some point Jinsu's attention had drifted from the window to the woman sitting across from him.
Her reddened face. The loosely fallen front of her white bathrobe. Her legs, bared where she'd slouched comfortably against the cushions.
…I want to take it off her.
Jinsu shook his head at the thought that had leapt up unbidden.
Oh, shit.
He forced his gaze elsewhere.
Don't look.
A few seconds later.
Glance.
…She has a great body.
The smooth line of her legs showed beneath the robe. He swallowed hard and looked away again.
Drunk or not, isn't she way too defenseless?
Seoyeong, oblivious to all of it, was simply rattling her empty paper cup.
"Jinsu, pour me some more. More."
"Again?"
"You pour it, so it tastes better. Haha… hic."
She leaned forward as she held out the empty cup.
The loosened front of her robe gaped open along with it.
Her nipple was on the verge of slipping into view.
Against his will, Jinsu's eyes went straight to it.
…….
At that moment—
"You just looked at my chest, didn't you?"
Seoyeong asked abruptly. Jinsu feigned innocence.
"I didn't."
"You did."
"Got any proof?"
"Proof…?"
Seoyeong stared at him blankly for a moment. And then—
"Eheheh."
she suddenly broke into a mischievous grin.
"What's so funny?"
"You said you didn't look?"
"I didn't."
Seoyeong rose from her seat.
Wobble.
She rounded the table and came close, stopping right in front of Jinsu where he sat on the sofa. Then she slowly bent her upper body down.
Their faces drew near.
"Then…."
Seoyeong narrowed her eyes and looked down at him.
"why did this get hard?"
Without warning, she reached out and wrapped her hand around the rod standing stiff between his legs. Jinsu's body jolted.
"S-Seoyeong…!"
"Oh wow, it's so hard."
Seoyeong met his gaze through half-lidded, glazed eyes.
"Jinsu."
"Yes…?"
"This… has been like this for a while, hasn't it."
The corner of her mouth curled up.
"I saw everything, you know?"
"D-did you…?"
"It's so big… how could I not see it?"
Drunk as she was, Seoyeong showed none of her earlier embarrassment. If anything, the alcohol had made her bold—she kept rubbing and stroking his cock in her grip.
Jinsu swallowed.
"Ngh, S-Seoyeong, this is dangerous… don't shake it."
"Heheh, what's with this attitude, huh…?"
"Hah."
"Ooh… it can't even move when I keep touching it."
"St-stop."
"It's reacting and getting even bigger… and that just makes me want to keep going, you know?"
The corners of Seoyeong's mouth lifted. Her hand sped up.
Slurp!
Slurp!
"Haah… seriously, stop."
"Nope."
Her drunk voice stretched out, sing-song.
"Your face right now… is way too fun. I just want to mess with you more."
Jinsu blinked. It was flustering—but he didn't dislike it. Far from it. A pleasant heat kept climbing through him, and his desire was surging with it.
This woman… a couple drinks in and she turns completely lewd?
Jinsu played along, passively enduring it, then looked up at her. With Seoyeong leaning over him, the open front of her robe gave him a perfect view of her full, creamy breasts right in front of his face.
"Then, Seoyeong…"
He swallowed hard. Somehow, he had a feeling he wouldn't get slapped for saying this now.
"…can I suck on your breasts?"
Seoyeong's hand froze mid-stroke.
She gazed down at him through those hazy eyes, and a bubbling laugh soon spread across her face.
"Mine aren't even that big, though."
She leaned her upper body in a little closer.
"You're still going to suck them?"
Through the open robe, her pale skin was close enough to brush against Jinsu's lips.
"Yes."
He stuck out his tongue immediately and ran it in a long stroke up her breast. Then, nudging the robe aside with the tip of his nose, he took her nipple into his mouth.
