The Beautiful College Girl Who Comforts Me (2)
Yerin's eyes were complicated as she watched the soju fill her glass with a soft glug. She hadn't planned on drinking at all. Honestly, following him all the way to a bar in the first place had been her own damn fault. What now? Should she just come clean and say she'd only ever had a few drinks in her life?
Even while I poured, my eyes kept snatching glances at the floating text, reading it in snatches.
…Well, damn.
Tougher walls than she looked.
Guess she lives up to that face.
But it wasn't pure ironclad virtue. There was a solid reason for it.
Yeah, that paints a pretty clear picture.
This was textbook gaslighting.
He knew Park Yerin was on her first relationship and way more naive than she seemed, so he locked her down with pure control and obsession. Whenever she tried to grow a spine of her own, he'd drop the half-threat of breaking up. And every time, sweet little Park Yerin, terrified of losing him, got more and more broken down and clung even harder.
Just like right now.
She needs to actually get dumped once so she can wake the hell up.
What kind of bullshit was that to pull on a girl this gorgeous?
I had no idea what rock her boyfriend had crawled out from under, but it was time somebody snapped her out of it for good.
"You don't drink?" I asked Park Yerin gently as she hesitated over the glass.
"Ah, no, it's not that…"
I could feel her awareness of me in the text, but I couldn't get cocky. That reaction wasn't coming from romantic interest—it was just the way Park Yerin was wired as a person.
So if I pushed the drinks now, every scrap of goodwill I'd built could vanish in a second.
"Oh right. You said your place is far. Sorry, I forgot."
One step back for two steps forward.
The key was to leave the real reason she was hesitating—her boyfriend—completely out of it.
"If that's the case, of course you don't have to drink. I'm not sitting here to get wasted. I'm sitting here so you have someone to talk to, Yerin."
"……!"
"Just clink glasses with me though? Feels weird sitting in a bar without drinking, so I'll drink for both of us."
"Ah, okay, okay!"
Now that was a real positive signal.
Time to move to the next step.
"I was thinking, Yerin… the titles keep bugging me. How old are you?"
"Twenty-on— wait, no. Twenty in man-age!"
"Twenty means sophomore, right? You're in college?"
"Yes, that's right."
"Where do you go?"
"Hankuk… University."
"Whoa. That's a total elite school. So you're not just pretty—you're smart too?"
> Scenario progress has increased.
> Reward: 100 Points acquired.
Right as Park Yerin's feelings flipped dramatically, the reward notification popped up again.
I'm sure it'll be useful somewhere.
Sorry, but I was deep in the zone and had zero bandwidth for that right now.
"How old are you, Oppa?"
"Oh… Oppa…?"
I set my glass down with a clatter. That wasn't acting—that was real.
Sure, I was a lot older than Park Yerin. Hearing "Oppa" from a college beauty this fine was obviously great. But still—I was "only" in my twenties, and the fact that I looked old enough for that hit harder than expected.
"Pfft. Did that hurt your feelings? You look exactly like an Oppa."
Turns out that reaction only raised her affection more.
So even pure, calculation-free reactions still counted as interaction. Good to know.
"So how old are you? Oppaaa, hmm? Hmm?"
Affection goes up and suddenly she's doing aegyo. Fucking adorable.
Ahem. I cleared my throat for no reason and confessed in a tiny voice that I was twenty-eight. Then—
"No way, man-age?"
"……Yeah."
"Has your birthday passed?"
"……No."
"Aww, then you're basically thirty! A full carton of eggs! Wow!"
Park Yerin burst into bright, age-appropriate laughter and teased me with pure mischief in her voice.
"Give me two eggs for the side dish! Then you'll be twenty-eight again! Pffft."
Ah, shit.
That one actually stung a little.
My throat was dry so I just downed the soju.
Or rather, I tried to.
"Oppa."
Her suddenly low voice calling me made me look at Park Yerin with genuine surprise.
And she said:
"Let's drink together."
Clink.
Once more, that clear, bright sound rang out.
I stared blankly at the heavy pair of tits she'd practically laid out on the table like a proud gift basket.
Holy shit they're huge. Gotta be pads in there, right?
On top of that her top was a white tee that barely hid the bra and skin underneath, and the fabric clung so tight it was basically assault.
Wasn't this just open visual rape at this point?
Who cares. She's so wasted she doesn't even know where I'm looking.
I'd known it already, but Park Yerin was a lightweight.
Thanks to that I could freely dissect not just her chest and the faint valley above it, but even the face she'd been too shy to meet head-on before.
Slender face. Smooth jawline. Long lashes. Straight nose.
Clear skin. Neat forehead. Thick wavy hair.
And with her cheeks faintly flushed from the alcohol, that already insanely pretty face looked even more devastating.
"Oppaaa……"
"Yeah?"
"What time is it? My phone's broken so I can't check."
"A little past two."
"Already? I should take a taxi……"
Sorry, but I had zero intention of letting you leave like this.
Tap-tap-tap.
Amazingly, even though her consciousness had to be foggy, the text still came through without a single flaw.
The shift in her feelings was even sharper than before.
That exact shift in her heart was the signal that right now was the perfect opening.
"I need to contact my boyfriend…"
"Your phone's broken, remember? Just message him after you sober up."
"Uuuugh…"
"He was the one who told you not to contact him in the first place, wasn't he?"
I knew.
I knew her boyfriend's place was right around the corner. Hell, he was my neighbor.
Honestly I could just close my eyes and tell her to crash at her boyfriend's… but—
I curled the corner of my mouth into a grin.
I knew exactly who that curse was aimed at.
That's right, that's right.
Want a little help?
"Think about it, Yerin. Who made you cry? You only drank because you were upset. Isn't this the fault of the person who made you drink?"
Flash.
Park Yerin's half-lidded eyes suddenly flew wide open.
I stopped reading right there and asked out of nowhere:
"It's late anyway. Want to just come to my place for now?"
A flicker of hesitation crossed her eyes.
But again—just a flicker.
"Boss, check please."
Everything after that moved like lightning.
I don't even remember how we got home.
Honestly that was for the best. Park Yerin was just as out of it, so she didn't even seem to notice she'd just walked right past her boyfriend's place.
…So she knew and just pretended she didn't.
In that case, no reason to hold back. Time to dig in and enjoy.
Thud.
The second the door closed, under the entryway light I was met with a breathtakingly pretty face looking up at me shyly and a sweet, coaxing voice calling my name.
"Oppa……"
I couldn't hold back any longer and crushed my lips against hers first.