Crazy Bitch (1)
21.
“Come on in!”
“Okay… excuse me……”
In the end, at her invitation, I stepped into a woman’s place for the first time — a place where she lived alone.
It was my first time in a woman’s apartment.
I’d been to Seoyeon’s house a few times, but her parents lived there too. A place where a woman lived by herself — this was the first.
Even the smell feels different……
It smelled different from my place right from the start. Especially lately, my apartment had started to carry a faint… dirty scent of Seoyeon and me. Jeong-a’s place, on the other hand, had something almost sweet about it……
“What are you doing……?”
“Ah — nothing!”
I shook my head hard, suddenly aware of how perverted my thoughts had gotten, and Jeong-a gave me a strange look.
“Have a seat for now!”
“……Okay.”
She sat me down in the living room and headed for the kitchen. The layout was basically identical to mine — we were next-door neighbors, after all. I’d expected the interior of a single woman’s apartment to be a little cuter, a little more girly, but that had been pure prejudice. It looked pretty much like my place.
In that moment, some fantasy I’d been carrying about a woman’s home quietly shattered.
Well… Seoyeon’s room was ordinary too.
Back when I’d gone over to Seoyeon’s place, her room hadn’t had anything particularly special about it either.
“I ordered chicken — that okay?”
“Yeah, fine by me…… but you’re working out. Is that alright?”
“You work out so you can eat and enjoy yourself, right?”
“I mean… true?”
She was back to her usual self. The low-pressure cloud that had hung over her all day was gone; she lined up beer cans across the table in front of the sofa with a bright smile.
“But…… is something going on? Ah — is that rude to ask……?”
“No, it’s fine. I’ve just been stuck with my writing lately…… And the more I force it, the more the stress piles up, so I wanted a drink… but I don’t have anyone to drink with.”
That one I didn’t quite buy. For someone born with more social-butterfly energy than anyone I’d ever met, claiming she had no friends felt off. And setting all that aside — a woman this pretty naturally drew people in……
Seoyeon was beautiful too, but Jeong-a was a slightly different case.
“How do you not have drinking buddies? Someone like you, Jeong-a — you could call just about anyone and they’d show up.”
“Huh? Ahaha…… Thanks, even if it’s just talk.”
“I’m serious……?”
“Okay, okay.”
I meant every word, but she brushed it off with a little snort of laughter, cracked open a beer can, and tipped it back, gulping it down her throat.
We traded the usual surface-level small talk until the delivery arrived.
“Delivery’s gotten crazy fast lately, huh?”
“Right? It got here in no time.”
She went to the door, took the chicken, and spread it out on the table. We ate chicken and drank beer, and for a while it really did seem like all she’d needed was someone to drink with — just ordinary everyday talk. Then she asked something a little different.
“Hey…… Hajun, how old are you?”
“Twenty-three. What about you, Jeong-a?”
“I’m twenty-six. So I’m the noona, then? Come on — say Noona~ for me!”
“W-what? N-Noona?”
A little flushed with drink, she leaned her face in close to mine.
“Hurry up! No — while we’re at it, let’s drop the formal talk! We’re gonna see each other every day at the gym anyway.”
“W-what? Uh, okay… if that’s more comfortable for you……”
“No, no! Not just me talking casually — you too, Hajun!”
“Uh…… okay, wait, uh, No…… na?”
“Kyaaaaaaa! One more time! Say it one more time!”
“No… Noona……?”
I’d thought she was just a little tipsy. I was wrong — she was way past that. At the sound of me calling her Noona, she shoved her face right up against mine, then threw her arms around my head and mashed my face into her chest.
“Mmff……!”
“I love it so much!”
I barely even registered her chest — a little smaller than average — before I was choking. I finally managed to pry myself free from the excited woman and sucked in a huge breath.
“Hah… hah……”
“Sorry…… It just felt like I suddenly got a little brother……”
She apologized, looking at my face — red from being smothered in her arms.
“But but. Hajun… that woman I saw you with before — what’s the deal with you two……?”
“The woman from before…? Ah, Seoyeon. Uh…… well, she’s… a childhood friend…?”
Once the formal barriers came down, the personal questions started flowing — the kind she never would have asked sober. Her question about Seoyeon and me caught me a little off guard.
I could have said girlfriend. But I didn’t want that kind of equal relationship. What I liked about Seoyeon was the way she looked when she was pinned underneath me — nothing more, nothing less.
“Hmm…… Is that so…?”
She looked at me with a strangely meaningful expression. That look, layered over the numbers floating above her head, set off a quiet alarm.
“Uh, hey — I should probably get go——”
“Hajun. Wanna play a game?”
“A g-game?”
“Yeah, a game! A drinking game!”
Something about the situation was starting to go sideways. Without waiting for my answer, she bolted into her room and came back carrying something.
— Thud.
She set the thing down right in front of me.
What the hell is this…… ‘Adults-Only 29+ Jenga’…?
She dropped an item with that name in front of me, then sat down pressed right up against my side.
“Alright — if you can’t answer or can’t do the penalty, you drink! Whoever knocks it over owes the other person one wish!”
“H-hey, wait a second… th-this is a little……”
“……You don’t want to? Playing a drinking game has been my lifelong dream……”
“…………Haa.”
The mood deflated at my hesitation, and the desperate look she gave me from below made me let out a long sigh.
Fine…… Looking at her condition, she’ll pass out after a round or two anyway…… Just finish this and get out of here……
“Okay! Let’s do it — I’m in!”
“Yesss! Then you go first, Hajun!”
Please let me draw something brutal.
I needed her to pull the nasty penalties, down the punishment drinks, get wasted fast, and pass out. That was the only way I was getting out of this alive.
I pulled a block from dead center and checked the writing on it.
And then my whole body locked up.
The heat level was way higher than I’d expected.
“What is it, what is it? Huh?”
“……Huh? W-wait! Let’s do something else. Don’t you have anything else?”
“Aww, come on, what is it. Gimme!”
“W-wait—!”
Jeong-a snatched the wooden block out of my hand in a flash and read it with her own eyes.
“‘Fondle the other person’s nipples for ten seconds’……?”
She read every single syllable out loud, clear and deliberate, and I squeezed my eyes shut. I was the one who felt embarrassed and ashamed for no reason.
Fuck it — since it’s come to this……
“You can’t do it, right? Drink up. Here.”
I held out a punishment shot I’d already poured. I’d fully expected her to go red with embarrassment and knock it back — and then her reaction threw me completely.
“……No? Why wouldn’t I be able to do this?”
“……What?”
She gave a little snort of a laugh, then suddenly climbed onto my lap and yanked my shirt up. She put her mouth on one of my nipples, flicked it with her tongue, and rubbed the other with her fingers.
A weird, spine-tingling sensation shot through me. I tried to push her off, but she must have anticipated it — she wrapped her whole body around me and held on.
“Kh—!”
“Haa… done!”
Ten seconds that felt like ten minutes passed, and she climbed off me like it was nothing.
Something was very wrong here. I had the distinct feeling I’d walked into a tiger’s den of my own free will.
“H-hey, Noona? Let’s stop this. Okay?”
“Huh? Why? People do this kind of thing all the time these days, don’t they?”
Her answer was nothing like what I’d expected. Wait — was this really something people just casually did now?
The alcohol I’d been drinking finally started catching up, and my judgment was getting slower. But she claimed she didn’t even have friends to drink with — so how did she know what “people these days” were doing?
“Alright! My turn!”
As if the whole nipple-licking episode had never happened, she casually pulled a wooden block from near where I’d drawn mine. Then her face fell in pure disappointment, and she tossed the block at me.
I picked up the piece she’d thrown and checked the writing.
“……‘Hold hands and make eye contact for ten seconds.’ Easy enough.”
A minute ago I’d been begging to quit the game — but the penalty was so mild I held my hand out to her. Looking thoroughly unimpressed, she took it and stared straight into my eyes.
“…………”
“…………”
But it was harder than I thought. No — before, I could have done this without blinking. The problem was that the text above her head was shifting, faintly visible, and it was driving me insane.
Those words I’d deliberately ignored every time we worked out together — once the drinking and the charged atmosphere set in, my eyes kept drifting toward them.
“Hey! You looked away! Ten seconds aren’t up and you looked away! Drink!”
“………………”
In the end, my eyes went there on their own — and every thought in my head stopped cold.
I couldn’t even hear Jeong-a yelling at me while she still held my hand. The text floating in front of me short-circuited my brain completely.
Next to the number 91, a flood of men’s names appeared, and underneath them more text unfurled.
Experience Count: 132
“……What the hell is this bullshit.”
More than anything else, the word Virgin snagged every scrap of my attention — just like it had with Seoyeon.