Chapter 88
Chapter 88
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 88
Chapter Title: A Familiar Guy (3).
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Choi Da-eun shot a glance at Park Sun-woo, who was trailing after her like a lost puppy.
A guy pretending not to care while eyeing her up with that sleazy gaze.
"...Ah."
He stared at her piercingly, like he was savoring the view, until their eyes met.
Park Sun-woo flinched in surprise and whipped his head away.
His earlobes turned a faint pink.
Even this dimwit seemed to know that sneaking peeks at a girl was something to be embarrassed about.
The reaction wasn't half bad.
If she played her cards right, she might just get what she wanted.
Being eye candy for Park Sun-woo didn't exactly thrill her, but considering her ultimate goal, it was actually a reaction she should welcome.
Choi Da-eun's plan—her ultimate goal—was as follows.
1. Subtly tease the drunken Park Sun-woo, ramp up his skinship cravings until he's groping like mad. In crude terms, turn him into a horny dog.
2. Give the impatient Park Sun-woo an opening he can't resist. Position herself so he has no choice but to pounce—like, "Wanna grab some ramen before you go? Or rest up? Wanna see the cat?"
3. When the fired-up Park Sun-woo dives in for real, fend him off just enough. She wasn't doing this because she liked him—excessive touching was a no-go.
4. While she's at it, show off her experienced, womanly side to fulfill the mask trash's homework. Practice fellatio on Park Sun-woo's dick...
'...I can do this, fuck. I have to, Choi Da-eun!'
Choi Da-eun cheered herself on for the first time in her life.
She even offered a bit of pitying comfort to her own pathetic social circle that left her no choice but to pick Park Sun-woo as practice bait.
'...Absolutely no crossing the line.'
Just suck his dick.
That was the extent of Choi Da-eun's blueprint.
She had zero intention of going further.
'This outfit's uncomfortable as hell, annoying.'
The black dress she'd impulse-bought but never dreamed of wearing.
A black dress that bared her legs from mid-thigh down, cool and breezy.
The combo of her pale skin and sturdy thighs highlighted a healthy femininity.
Men passing by couldn't help stealing two or three glances—it was that pretty, that beautiful...
'I look like a total slut.'
To put it nicely, she was smoking hot sexy.
And today was fiery Friday.
Males itching to douse their peppers were glaring daggers.
Hunting—hunting in the literal sense.
Males eyed females, females sized up males.
Choi Da-eun was the juiciest prey among the females prowling the bustling streets.
'Why the fuck do I have to go this far?'
Hunters had senses several times sharper than civilians.
They could effortlessly tell who was checking them out.
She felt the stares.
They pretended otherwise while scanning every inch of her body.
Raw lust stuck thickly to certain spots.
'Gotta get inside quick.'
No way any guy could pass by her ample tits and huge ass without a second thought.
They fantasized.
She was way out of their league in reality, but in their heads, they mounted Choi Da-eun and rocked their hips.
And they got jealous.
Seeing the guy walking with her, they hunted for flaws, grasping at straws.
They muttered envious curses under their breath.
The details varied, but the conclusion was the same.
A hundred percent, those two are gonna fuck tonight.
That guy's gonna eat her up!
'Seriously, fucking jealous as hell.'
The guy sucking down smokes outside a bar for a breather, the loser slumping after striking out on a number—everyone thought the same.
"Oh, this place looks good."
Choi Da-eun led Park Sun-woo into a dive bar.
Park Sun-woo, looking oblivious, glanced around and let out an impressed hum.
It had more of a third-round vibe than a first—quiet and cozy, perfect for just the two of them.
That's why she'd picked it, after scouting ahead.
Corner spot by the window—prime real estate.
"Were you looking forward to meeting me? That's why you picked a place like this?"
"...Cut the bullshit. Shut up if you don't wanna get smacked."
"We're here to drink, and you want me quiet? Like telling someone to tap-dance at a funeral?"
"......"
Choi Da-eun thought to herself.
This asshole would totally do it.
Still, she got what he was driving at.
"Fine, I went too far with that."
Conversation mattered.
They were here to enjoy drinks, not meditate in silence.
But she couldn't just cut loose.
Choi Da-eun had a mission she absolutely had to complete.
The mask trash's assignment: record fellatio practice on a real dick and submit it next summoning...
She could only sigh.
They knocked back light snacks with their booze.
Getting wasted quick was the goal, so they just chugged.
She needed the liquid courage anyway.
"Shouldn't we try hunting on our own soon? A-ra's a bit of an issue, but... How far up the Tower have you gone, sis? Floor 19 now? Haven't challenged 20 yet?"
"Haven't done it. Gotta tackle 20 when we're solid."
"...Yeah?"
"You just thought I was scared of 20, that I'm a total coward, didn't you?"
"Didn't say a word—how'd you know?"
"Your face, you punk."
She sipped away, using Park Sun-woo's nonstop chatter as her side dish.
Chiming in now and then to keep the vibe going.
Park Sun-woo was louder than at Training Team 4's group dinners.
He had a ton to say.
Before long, four empty soju bottles piled up.
Plus a fresh one they'd just ordered.
Park Sun-woo cracked it open and asked,
"Sis, aren't you drinking kinda fast?"
Park Sun-woo poured into Choi Da-eun's glass.
A hair under half, then he slyly set the bottle down.
Choi Da-eun eyed him with half-lidded gaze.
"Can't I drink fast?"
As she drank, she'd totally forgotten her original purpose.
More precisely, she hated recalling her plan and goal.
This homework that didn't even feel like homework—if only she could just ditch it.
She wanted to savor the buzz like normal people.
Get pleasantly tipsy in a natural guy-girl drinking sesh.
Drinking with Park Sun-woo was more fun than expected.
Just a month ago, he was the world's biggest asshole; now she couldn't have fun without this dumb fuck.
"...Dumb fuck's a bit harsh. I'll downgrade it to idiot."
"Huh?"
"From now on, you're not a dumb fuck. Idiot's the best I can do, so be grateful. 'Fuck' is reserved for that fucker from now on... shit."
She downed the half-full glass.
Then refilled it to the brim.
The booze tasted sweet.
Life must be that bitter.
The mask trash made soju sweet.
If only that thing vanished, would soju turn bitter again?
"Oh, dumb fuck to idiot? Promotion."
"Yeah, so thank me."
"Thanks, thanks."
"Words aren't enough. No sincerity."
Choi Da-eun knocked back another shot and remembered her task.
She'd drunk plenty, but wasn't blackout drunk.
Mood floating high, giggles nonstop.
Park Sun-woo seemed into her, sparking cocky confidence that snuck a nasal twang into her voice.
"...Later if I ask a favor, grant it without teasing."
"I'll think about it, except deleting the video."
"Fuck, that's obviously gotta go... Keep blackmailing and I'll report you."
"You did it to yourself, sis."
Park Sun-woo cackled.
Choi Da-eun glared, but her lips twitched up.
Pfft.
"Anyway, delete it."
"Got it, deleting."
"You will?"
"You told me to."
Strike while the iron's hot—Park Sun-woo whipped out his smartphone, opened his gallery.
Right in front of her, he decisively deleted the nipple-play video.
"There? Did what you said."
"Uh, yeah... You actually deleted it."
Success. She'd eliminated the video—the weakness that had her jerked around by Park Sun-woo.
'...Somehow...'
Her dirty secret gone, she shouldn't be under his thumb anymore.
She should feel relieved.
But she felt... empty.
A hard-to-name emotion pounded her chest.
Stuffy, suffocating.
"Guess I can't call you out anymore, huh."
Park Sun-woo smiled, bittersweet.
Only then did Choi Da-eun understand her feelings.
'Right now, I'm bummed I won't see this guy anymore? Me?'
A deflated chuckle escaped her.
'...Well, compared to that real trash...'
Park Sun-woo was cute.
A boy teasing the girl he likes mischievously.
Groping clumsily, obvious to anyone that he's into her...
This was her chance.
The mood was flowing perfectly.
Play it right, and she could drag him to a nearby motel.
"Same guild, right? We'll run into each other plenty."
"Guild run-ins... that's not meeting me. I wanna see you privately, sis."
"...Bullshit."
"For real."
Park Sun-woo beamed.
'...Kinda handsome up close.'
Choi Da-eun unwittingly smiled back, her boozy grin all goofy and loose.
"Seeing you like this, you really are wasted, sis."
"Not drunk."
"Worried, that's all. Should we call it? If we're walking home, better stop here."
"Told you, not drunk, idi... idiot."
"One more and we go."
"Argh, no. I can drink more."
Even as she spoke, Choi Da-eun thought she looked ridiculous.
Whining like a kid.
Her antics were laughable.
But she couldn't rein it in.
She knew it was embarrassing play, but wouldn't stop.
'What can I do? I wanna act like this.'
Watching half-sober Choi Da-eun throw a not-quite-tantrum tantrum, Park Sun-woo burst out laughing.
His lips refused to stop grinning, like she was adorable to death.
"If you're really not that drunk, wanna grab some light beers?"
"...Good idea. You're getting smarter."
"Heh heh heh."
It was one hour before motel check-in.