The Couple Game Begins
Just then—
Knock, knock, knock.
Dong-min hyung knocked on the door of the private room and stepped inside.
“Excuse me.”
The cart he had brought was loaded with side dishes and a fresh bottle of liquor.
“Here—this is on the house.”
“Wow~ Thank you so much.”
“Hyung, aren’t you going a little overboard?”
“I’m not doing this for you, Hyun-soo. I’m doing it for the young lady here.”
What Dong-min hyung had brought was champagne and cocktails.
“This cocktail is for the young lady only. It’s a special treat.”
Is this the backup fire Dong-min hyung mentioned? Just giving us extra drinks feels a little weak for ‘backup fire,’ doesn’t it?
“Are you two having a good time?”
Dong-min hyung asked Miho.
“What the hell, hyung? You’re not even going to ask me?”
“Nah. You’re sitting with a beauty, so you’re already having fun no matter what.”
“Yes. I really like this place. And you even gave us free service…”
She answered with a bright, easy smile. She had definitely become more sociable than before. The shy girl from back then had matured with time—mentally and physically.
“Come by often, and tell your friends about us too. When a beauty like you visits, it’s great advertising for the place.”
“Yes, thank you. I’ll post about it on Instagram too.”
“And this…”
Dong-min hyung pulled a small paper box from the cart and set it on the table.
Couple Game
“What’s this?”
“This is a drinking game we lend out to customers who ask for it.”
“We’re not a couple, though? Are we a couple, oppa?”
She looked at me as she asked.
“Come on, does a couple only mean people who are dating? A man and a woman sitting together—that’s a couple. Customers love this one, so take a look. If you feel like you need a drinking game, give it a try.”
I picked up the Couple Game box Dong-min hyung had left on the table.
It was a stack of cards shaped like poker cards. The backs came in three colors—green, yellow, and red. On the faces were short written instructions.
“There are three colors of cards. How do you play?”
When I asked, Dong-min hyung took the deck back, flipped the green, yellow, and red piles face-down, and set them in the middle of the table.
“The rules are whatever you decide… Hmm… Since it’s just the two of you, you can take turns flipping one card each and make the other person do whatever’s written on it.”
“But why three kinds?”
With an explanation that barely counted as rules, Miho asked the thing she was most curious about first.
“That’s the real charm of this game. Green, yellow, and red each have different heat levels. Easy way to put it—green is all-ages, yellow is fifteen-plus, red is nineteen-plus? Something like that. So on your turn you just pick the color you want. You can set the intensity based on how close you are, so there’s no awkward sexual harassment, and it works out perfectly. Better to just try it than listen to me explain. Have fun, you two. Call if you need anything.”
Dong-min hyung left the room cleanly.
“Oppa, this looks fun. Let’s try it.”
“Alright. Want to go first, Miho?”
“Then let’s set the penalties first. What should the penalty be?”
“If the other person refuses or won’t do what’s on the card, they drink a glass. Sound good?”
“Yeah. I like champagne.”
Miho’s natural half-polite speech. A sign we had gotten closer, I supposed.
“And… if someone just keeps refusing and only drinks, it gets boring, so three refusals means you have to grant the other person one wish. How’s that?”
“Call! So if you refuse three times and I demand Korean beef omakase, you’ll buy it for me?”
“Hahaha. Exactly. Hey, but that goes both ways.”
“Fine by me! Then I’ll start.”
She picked up a green card first.
“When and who was your first love?”
Green really was ordinary all-ages level. Even the highest ones only went as far as “When was your last kiss?”
“Oppa, when was your last kiss?”
“Hmm… Memory’s a little fuzzy. But do you mean the last kiss with a girlfriend?”
“Ohhh~~ So you kiss even when you’re not dating?”
“You don’t have to be dating to kiss, right? If you both feel something good, or if you want to check whether you do—you can kiss then too, can’t you?”
“Oppa, you’re totally open-minded, huh?”
“What about you? Do you only kiss if you’re dating?”
“Ah! Foul! This is my question.”
I had tried to probe her a little, but she didn’t take the bait.
“So, when was your last kiss?”
“While dating? Or even without dating?”
“Hmm… Both, then.”
“While dating… maybe four years ago? Without dating, early this past winter?”
“Ooooh~~~ As expected! You kiss even when you’re not dating? Heehee. How did that happen if you weren’t a couple?”
“Is that a question too right now? Then I get to ask one as well?”
“Ah! You’re right. Heehee. Okay, go ahead.”
“A coworker from another department. We went out for dinner with some other people, and she was eating alone, so I joined her. The others left first, and the two of us ended up having a few drinks together.”
It wasn’t a lie. Because of COVID I hadn’t been with a woman in a while, and she seemed to like me too—neither of us held back, and it went smoothly all the way to bed. She was a contract worker, and it only happened that one night. Not long after, her contract ended and she left the company.
“Wow! Oppa, you’re a total Casanova! So? Tell me more details.”
“Well, we’d already had a few drinks, and it was near my place… Plus with COVID all the bars were closed, so I suggested we go to my place for another drink, and then we kissed.”
“The classic ‘want some ramen?’ line. Hehehehe. Did you only kiss?”
“Hahaha. Two grown adults? As if.”
Her eyes sparkled as she hung on every word. Her reaction got me excited too, so I kept going.
“When I suggested my place she came right along. We got there, set up drinks by the bed, and sat down. She leaned back against my headboard while I sat opposite. After a few glasses she told me to come sit beside her so she could lean on me. The second I sat down I grabbed her waist and pulled her toward me. Our eyes met and she got shy. Then I kissed her forehead, and when she slowly closed her eyes I kissed her on the lips.”
Whether it was the alcohol or the thrill of hearing someone else’s bedroom story, her cheeks were flushing red. The way she fidgeted between her thighs told me Miho was getting turned on too.
Honestly, the memory of that night had already faded with time. All I really remembered was that it had been so long since I’d had sex that I stripped her clothes off in a rush and thrust like an animal, that we did it two or three times, and that she kept biting back her moans and stayed completely passive, which had annoyed me a little.
But watching Miho twist her thighs together, unable to contain her excitement, made me decide I would keep the story going even if I had to invent parts.
“When I slipped my tongue in, her tongue wrapped around mine and we kissed like crazy. Then I lifted her onto my lap and started kneading her ass before I pulled her pants off.”
“Ah… You didn’t take her top off?”
“Nah. Didn’t even cross my mind. I got her pants off first, slid my hand inside her panties, and she was already soaked.”
“Ah… pu…ssy…”
She repeated the word “pussy” slowly, as if hearing it for the first time. Miho’s eyes weren’t looking at me anymore—they had gone inside the story, becoming that woman.
“So I whispered in her ear, ‘You’re pretty wet, huh?’ and she immediately asked me to put it in. I laid her down on the bed, pulled my cock out right away, and pushed it into her pussy.”
“Without any foreplay?”
“Yeah. She was so wet it wasn’t really necessary. The second I lined my cock up against her pussy it just slid right in on its own.”
“Th… then what?”
“Then we went at it for maybe thirty minutes? She started moaning… It was decent that night. I think we did it two or three times.”
“Wow… Oppa, you’re amazing! Did it feel good?”
“Well… she wasn’t really my type, but it had been a while so it was fine.”
“You never did it with her again after that?”
“Just that one day. After that, even when we ran into each other at work we just nodded like usual, as if nothing had happened.”
“Wow… Cool.”
“That’s the adult world for you.”
“Oppa, you must be really good, huh? From the way she was moaning and all.”
“Hahaha. They say the three biggest male brags are military service, driving, and sex… but I’ll just leave it at ‘I’m decent.’”
“Ooooh~~ Confidence!”
“Hahaha, what about you, Miho? Are you good?”
My sudden question made Miho jump.
“What?! Me?! Wh… what? Kissing?”
It was moments like this that made me strangely more drawn to her. One second she was a seductive woman, the next an innocent virgin. That pure streak hidden behind the glamorous looks.
“Come on, you think I only meant kissing? Sex.”
I pushed a little further. We were starting to approach the tipping point.
“…… Drink!”
She refused to answer and lifted her champagne glass.
“Huh? That wasn’t even a question.”
“Ah, what the heeell~”
She protested with a cute little tantrum.
“My question was when your last kiss was, Miho. Hehehe. Anyway, you drank, so that counts as one refusal. Now the real question. When was your last kiss?”
“Aing… Seriously… Oppa~ Just let it slide this once, please.”
She fluttered her eyes and put on an act of aegyo.
“Uh-uh! Trying to weasel out of it? Come on!”
“Ugh… Fine… Just drink!”
She drained her glass again.
“One more refusal and you have to grant my wish, you know? Then it’s my turn for a card, right?”
Before she could even protest that that wasn’t fair, I immediately picked up a yellow card. It was time to raise the heat. Even though I had chosen yellow, she didn’t ask why I was picking a yellow card.