Chapter 89
Chapter 89
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 89
Chapter Title: A Guy I Know (4)
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After agreeing to grab some beer for round two, a brief silence fell between them.
Choi Da-eun stared at Park Sun-woo in a slight daze.
Then, their eyes met.
"Uh..."
"Pfft."
Unlike her usual self, Choi Da-eun had this dumb look on her face, her relaxed expression somehow hilarious.
Seeing it, Park Sun-woo couldn't help but snicker.
"Don't laugh."
Looking at the laughing Park Sun-woo, Choi Da-eun felt oddly like she'd lost for no reason.
It wasn't that she hated it, but it was a little embarrassing.
Park Sun-woo sealed his lips and curled up the corners of his mouth as he replied.
"Yes, I won't laugh."
"...You sure talk a good game."
He wasn't making a sound, but anyone could see he was still laughing.
"Shall we go?"
"Yeah, let's."
She stuffed her smartphone into her handbag.
Park Sun-woo had already stood up and was heading to the counter, card in hand.
"Check, please."
"That's 40,000 won."
Choi Da-eun stood blankly behind him.
Maintaining a distance that felt close but not too close.
'I'm so jealous, damn it!'
The part-timer taking Park Sun-woo's card and ringing him up shed tears—or rather, bitter envy—inside.
"Let's go, noona. You can still walk, right?"
"What do you take me for, you punk."
Choi Da-eun threw a light jab at Park Sun-woo, who was teasing her.
She tapped his forearm to show she was still kicking.
Though her wobbly gait suggested otherwise.
Between a man and woman with this charged atmosphere, who was drunker hardly mattered.
The male part-timer knew that too.
That's why he was insanely jealous.
As Choi Da-eun swayed her ample hips out the door, the part-timer's eyes refused to leave her.
He couldn't tear them away.
Even knowing it was rude, his male instincts were too busy ogling the female form's lewd curves.
"Ahhhh..."
The same short distance as before, but the vibe was different now.
Alcohol seemed to vaporize, filling the street.
A general sense that everyone was buzzed.
They borrowed booze for confidence.
Summoning courage they'd only read about in books, the kind that gets shot down.
The street teemed with guys who couldn't take a hint.
Choi Da-eun strolled down that street.
The gazes sweeping over her grew even bolder.
Even with her senses dulled by drink, she felt them all.
Lewd desires clung stickily to her breasts, waist, hips, every curve.
"Should we hurry inside?"
"...Yeah, let's."
As if sensing the men's stares, Park Sun-woo quickly spotted a pub.
Choi Da-eun hurried after him into the place.
The somewhat noisy pub was packed with folks already on their second round.
Once seated, Choi Da-eun caught her breath and straightened her clothes.
She tugged down her ridden-up hem and set her handbag aside.
Then slowly looked around.
"The vibe here's a bit much."
"What is?"
"......"
It was a spot too cramped for groups.
Mostly tables of two or three nursing drinks.
A man and woman, a couple...
Choi Da-eun couldn't bring herself to say it.
Too embarrassing.
"Isn't the atmosphere nice?"
This was the place Park Sun-woo had picked in advance.
Round one was just a warm-up to loosen Choi Da-eun up; round two let him claim the high ground before the main event.
'...Just one block over is motel alley.'
Why do couples flock here?
Close to motels, decent vibe—bound to be crowded.
'Boss has good instincts. Killer at business.'
He'd learned a trick from some unknown shop owner.
"...Hmph, not bad sense."
"Right? I scouted it ahead."
Park Sun-woo gazed at her expectantly, fishing for praise.
She felt like the wrong words might slip out.
Choi Da-eun snapped irritably instead.
"This is what you call scouting ahead? Kinda lame then."
"...Here's your sides and beer."
Perfect timing.
Just as Choi Da-eun badmouthed the place a bit, the beer and snacks arrived.
The female part-timer grinned awkwardly.
She tried to play it off, but the girl acted like she hadn't heard and left.
"Ah, I was talking to him."
"Enjoy your meal."
"......"
Her finger pointing at Park Sun-woo trembled pitifully.
Park Sun-woo shoved a beer glass into her hand and clinked it.
"Part-timers don't care if you trash the place."
Though they'd probably gossip later.
Seemed like something Choi Da-eun would have to endure.
Park Sun-woo took a swig of his beer.
"Drink up."
"...I can handle my own glass."
Choi Da-eun sighed and sipped her beer.
Unlike soju, the lighter alcohol went down smooth and cool.
They chattered away.
In round one, Park Sun-woo had led the talk; now in round two, Choi Da-eun was the noisier one.
The booze loosened her tension, opening her mouth.
"Got a question."
"What? It's a historic day, so ask away—I'll answer anything."
A sudden curiosity hit her.
Choi Da-eun gazed into Park Sun-woo's eyes and asked.
"Back at the D-rank promotion exam. What went down with those people?"
A question she'd normally skip, a passing curiosity she'd brush off.
She wasn't one to care about others anyway.
But now instinct overrode reason.
Her rational control weakened, leaving her impulsive.
"Oh, Kim Soo-min and her crew?"
Park Sun-woo slowly began recounting.
The depressing past events, painful times he couldn't even tell his parents.
Things turned around once he got the Taming App...
"Anyway, that's how it went. They claimed I groped them when I didn't, had some perfectly timed photos, wouldn't listen no matter what I said, so I just paid the settlement."
"What trash."
"Total trash."
Park Sun-woo laughed.
He didn't seem to hold it against them anymore, which eased Choi Da-eun's mind a bit.
"Thanks for standing up for me then. Should've snapped pics of their faces."
"...No big deal. Easy win."
What faces had Kim Soo-min and her lackeys made?
Choi Da-eun couldn't recall them at all.
Back then, she'd been desperate to delete the excretion video, no time to care about random nobodies.
"Cheers?"
"Again? We just did."
"You cheers every time you drink. Keeps you in sync. Or does our Da-eun noona not care 'cause she's too tough for booze?"
"...Cheers, you dumb... idiot."
"Dogs and birds are pretty dumb, yeah, I'll give you that."
Clink.
The drinks kept flowing.
Nonstop.
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"Ahh..."
Her bare skin brushed unfamiliar sheets.
Caught off guard by the vaguely familiar feel, Choi Da-eun's eyes snapped open in shock.
"Fuck!"
She flung the covers aside.
Sighed at the sight of herself, naturally naked as expected.
Pale breasts, pink nipples, thick bush—what a holy trinity.
"Wh-what the hell happened..."
A motel.
She'd followed the plan to the end, achieving the final goal, ending up here.
But no memory of it.
Did I suck Park Sun-woo's dick?
How'd I do it?
Did he record it?
No, is that even the point?
"You idiot, you stupid bitch! What were you doing...! Aaaah! Ack!"
Choi Da-eun grabbed her hair and messed it wildly.
She looked downright insane, terrifying.
'Where's Park Sun-woo?'
She retraced her broken timeline.
Last she remembered, she was with Park Sun-woo.
The pub—crystal clear.
'...He looked so pitiful, that dummy... I said no motel, let's drink more...'
She reached down, checking her pussy.
Worried she'd gone all the way, she probed for traces.
Thankfully, no sign of sex.
No Park Sun-woo beside her either, situation unclear...
Whoosh—
Then, shower sounds from the bathroom.
Park Sun-woo, up before her, washing off.
Pinning his location, Choi Da-eun bolted upright.
She hopped off the bed, snatched her scattered underwear from the floor, and started dressing.
'Assess later!'
Escape before facing Park Sun-woo.
'Clothes, clothes...!'
Underwear yes, but no dress.
Nowhere in sight.
Did I puke on the dress?
If so, he'd have recorded it, trapping her for more torment...
As filthy thoughts swirled, the water stopped.
Park Sun-woo emerged, toweling off.
Choi Da-eun, in her undies, dove under the covers to hide.
"You're up?"
"...T-tell me everything that happened!"
"Ah, okay. I'll show you the video."
Park Sun-woo, in just his boxers, grabbed his smartphone.
"...Video? Another video?"
She got filmed.
Finally deleted it, and now again...!
— Noona, don't do this. It started as audio.
Lewd breaths mixed in, clothes rustling.
— Even if you don't mind, this is my first time. I don't want it like this. — ...Me too. Technically. "......"
Choi Da-eun's face flushed beet red.
She'd been pretending to be this experienced adult!
Drunk out of her mind, she'd spilled the truth.
Would Park Sun-woo tease her? She eyed him cautiously.
'...What's this?'
Park Sun-woo stared back with utter seriousness.
— Noona, you're doing this 'cause you want to with me? Something's off today. — What's off? — This isn't you, Da-eun. The Da-eun I know wouldn't wear this, wouldn't act like this with me. — ...... She'd been drunk.
Definitely not normal.
'Still, it wasn't like there were zero feelings.'
Park Sun-woo's words were off-base.
The trigger was that masked creep's homework, but calling him out today was purely her choice.
The more he saw her as pathetic and worthless, the less her value as a woman.
It irked her.
Self-deprecating words made her feel unnecessarily hurt.
Choi Da-eun glared at him colder than usual.
He couldn't grasp why she was acting this way.
— Help me out, noona? I said it earlier. I'll come whenever you call and hang out, just grant me one request. This is it. — Borrowing your dick is a 'request'? Do you like me, noona? — ...I don't know. But I need it. You're the only guy I can ask. The recording dragged on.
Words even she didn't remember flowed out, panicking her.
She knew what drunk-her had said.
— I'm so worn out, just help without questions. It's fun for you too. "......"
The audio ended there.
Then the video.
Not puking or pissing.
Not pinching nipples and moaning.
Choi Da-eun sat on the bed's edge.
Half-dazed, staring at smartphone-holding Park Sun-woo.
— Noona, I'll help. So look here and tell the truth. — ...What? — That fucking bastard, the trash who tormented you—help me kill him. — Just say tomorrow. Why record a video? "......"
Instinct kicked in, wary.
Once badly burned, her subconscious rejected video.
Why film when she hated it?
Not on screen, but Park Sun-woo's voice answered.
— Gotta leave evidence or you'll backpedal later. Pretend it's fine. You're hurting bad but bottling it up... — ...... — That's why video. I'll show you tomorrow morning, make you hear it sober. So spill. Help me.
The video wasn't over.
Voices continued.
But none registered.
Park Sun-woo was watching her.