Chapter 6
Chapter 6
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 6
Chapter Title: Loser Grants a Wish
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In the end, the pasta was delicious.
Considering how she'd been grating on my nerves since our first meeting, it was surprising that she'd guided me to a place that truly lived up to its reputation as a great spot.
"Whew. That hit the spot. My choice of pasta was spot on, right?"
She seemed satisfied with the food too, gently rubbing her slightly bulging belly.
At this point, I was starting to doubt if this was even a blind date spot.
To begin with, the fact that she'd shown up dragging her slippers along meant she had zero intention of treating this like a proper blind date.
"Do you smoke?"
"Why? Planning to go have a cig?"
"Nah, I hate cigarette smoke more than anything in the world."
That was unexpected.
I'd figured smoking would suit her surprisingly sexy vibe.
For the record, I don't have any negative views on smoking.
As long as she doesn't make a fuss about it in front of me, it's fine.
"If you're gonna smoke, go do it now and come back. Don't whine about stepping out for a smoke every time we drink. I fucking hate that shit."
"I don't smoke."
"Good to know. Here, take this."
She pulled out her wallet from her pocket and handed me a card out of nowhere.
"What's this?"
"Here's my card. Go pay quick."
Oh, is this what a senior looks like?
Paying for her junior too—that's pretty senior-like.
"The pasta was great."
"Don't get ahead of yourself. Pay for your own. If you mooch off your senior just 'cause you're a junior, you'll go bald."
There it is.
Shit.
I was an idiot for getting my hopes up even for a second.
I handed the card back to her.
"Why're you giving it back? I said go pay for me."
"Nah, I'll cover it. Go ahead and mooch off a junior and go bald yourself."
What's with splitting the bill so heartlessly? Might as well just pay for her too.
If it were the old me, I'd have thought twice about spending a dime on a girl like this.
But.
Money? I've got more than I can spend now.
Screw that pocket change—I'll pay for her share too and keep my pride intact.
"What? You pissed?"
"Nah, not pissed. It's just pasta, how much could it be? I'll go pay."
"Wait, hold on…!"
As I headed to the counter, she hurriedly followed for some reason.
"Why're you following?"
"Even so, mooching off a junior feels off… Hey, just let me pay for yours too."
"It's fine."
"Hey!"
I brushed aside the card she offered and handed mine to the cashier, wrapping up the payment quickly.
She grumbled about me paying on my own accord, but as we left the shop, she muttered in a small voice, "Thanks for the meal…"
So she wasn't completely shameless.
'No manners, but she's got some social awareness… Kinda cute, maybe?'
At first, I'd planned to use this girl as a convenient onahole while going to school…
But her face and figure were top-tier, and the defiant attitude she showed even after seeing my looks kept stirring up my desire to dominate her.
'Maybe I should properly tame her for once?'
The more I looked, the more I felt it was a waste to just use her like an onahole.
After what happened with Lee Ye-rin, I never wanted to get burned by a girl again, so I'd only gone for physical relationships.
She was the first one who made me want to truly make her mine.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ The next stop after the pasta place was a bar called Youth Soju.
It had private rooms, making it a great spot for relaxed drinking.
"You're such a loner, bet this is your first time here too?"
"Nah, I've been here. We do department after-parties and stuff like that here a lot."
"Oh~ So you haven't completely skipped out on department life, Jang Han-sol."
How long was this senior gonna keep treating me like a total loner? Honestly, with this face, being a loner isn't that big a deal.
An ugly loner and a handsome loner are worlds apart. People's perceptions differ hugely from the start.
For an ugly loner, everyone thinks they're socially inept and shunned by the group.
But if you're handsome? The story changes completely.
It feels like there's some backstory. It even makes people think you rejected the group yourself.
That's the power of looks.
And Korea is brutally looks-obsessed.
Almost no one hates pretty or handsome people. Everyone wants them around.
I was the type who could befriend anyone if I put my mind to it.
Yet she kept mocking me…
'Maybe she's boosting her own ego by picking on me.'
I did neglect department life for dating and part-time jobs, so fair enough—I'd let that slide.
I could start participating from now on.
I picked up the menu from the side.
"What do you wanna get?"
"The spicy braised pork and stir-fried sundae are good here. Tofu kimchi too, but let's order that later."
"You just ate pasta—still room for that?"
"Of course. Drinking snacks are separate. You full already? What kind of man gets full on that little?"
"Wow. People still say stuff like that these days?"
"You wanna die? I'll smack you."
Somehow, we settled on the menu and ordered.
Then Lee Yoo-ra stood up right away, grabbed two bottles of soju from the fridge showcase, and said,
"We're drinking straight away, right?"
"What if I said no?"
"I'd kill you."
"…We're on a blind date, right? Feels like I'm dealing with department injustice before the semester even starts."
"Injustice? This is senior-junior love."
The love I knew wasn't like this, but she was eager to show me what true senior-junior love looked like firsthand.
Starting with her massive tits pouring valley soju for her junior, then burying my face in her cleavage and slurping up the pooled liquor…
I snapped out of it and shook my head.
'I'm going crazy with lust.'
Just hearing "love" had me fantasizing like a horny teenager.
I needed to restrain myself in public. Especially since she was in my department—gotta be extra careful for future college life.
'Can't screw things up before the semester starts.'
While I was pulling myself together,
Lee Yoo-ra brought over the soju glasses.
'Ha! Look at this girl.'
She was dead set on getting me drunk.
But here's the thing: what did she gain from getting me wasted?
In a drinking contest, I'd be the winner.
Getting her drunk would make it easier to seal the deal.
But her? What was in it for her?
Why…
'Eh, who cares.'
Whatever her goal, it wouldn't happen.
After maxing my Stamina stat at 10, I didn't get drunk unless I soaked my liver in alcohol.
Unaware of that, Lee Yoo-ra grinned smugly, assuming whatever.
"Why'd you go quiet? Scared? Tell noona your limit honestly, and I'll go easy. Spill it~ hehe."
"Go easy? I'm just worried you'll get wasted and I'll have to clean up after you, Yoo-ra senior."
"Huh, where does this cocky bravado keep coming from? Just admit you're not confident. Then noona will let you walk home on two legs easy. Han-sol, I'm not a bad senior."
"Cute. So cute."
"What'd you say?"
A clash of pride between two stubborn geniuses, neither backing down.
But the moment she scratched my pride, she was in the palm of my hand.
Timing felt right, so I dropped the line I'd prepared.
"How about a bet then?"
"A bet? What kind?"
"What else? Whoever gives up first while drinking loses. I didn't wanna suggest it 'cause I don't wanna dent your pride, senior."
"Hilarious. Bet accepted!"
Lee Yoo-ra accepted my proposal with fierce determination.
Perfect! She took the bait.
I immediately took the soju glass from her hand.
Cracked open a bottle of soju and poured us both full glasses.
"What does the loser do?"
"Uh…? Uh… What'd be good…"
She faltered at my sudden assertiveness.
"Can't think of anything right now, so loser grants winner one wish. Simple."
At that moment, Lee Yoo-ra's eyes curved like crescent moons.
As if she'd caught on to my intent.
"Aha! I get it now. You suggested a bet to get handsy with me. Wanna cop a feel of my tits as your wish? You pervert."
"No clue what you're talking about… More like, you're already thinking about losing to me? Back out if you're not confident. I don't mind."
"We're doing it! After I win, my wish is punching you good."
"No backing out later."
"Obviously. But chugging straight is boring—let's cheers every time."
"Sure."
The bet kicked off in an instant.
It was half-spurred by the heat of the moment for both of us.
Clink.
We toasted and downed our glasses in one go.
'Betting a wish with a female senior at a blind date before the semester even starts.'
Even I was surprised at what I'd pulled off. Didn't know I had this kind of scheming in me.
Still, I stared straight at Lee Yoo-ra as she drank and vowed.
Today, I'd definitely fuck her and vent this lust.