Chapter 7
Chapter 7
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: Touching My Senior's Breasts
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Clink.
Lee Yoo-ra clinked her glass against his and downed the shot of soju in one go.
She couldn't even remember how many glasses it had been by now.
Her eyes drifted to the soju bottles on the table.
Six empty ones.
They'd each drunk the same amount, so that made three bottles apiece.
Lee Yoo-ra hadn't planned on drinking this much.
A guy who'd spent two years in the military and then kept a low profile for a year at university—how much could he really handle?
At most two bottles, maybe even just one before he'd be wasted.
That was her thinking, anyway. She hadn't worried about losing a drinking contest for a second.
She was infamous in the law department for holding her liquor, and she'd agreed to the wager of a wish because she was sure she'd win.
The idea of granting his wish hadn't even crossed her mind.
'Just show me one sign you're drunk. That's when I'll push for your surrender.'
She'd vowed not to let her guard down until he showed it first.
She really had.
"Hoo... This is insane... Haah... I'm done for..."
But now Lee Yoo-ra was half-slumped over the table, barely holding on to consciousness.
She'd gotten drunk first.
She stared at the man in front of her.
He'd downed that much soju and still looked perfectly fine.
'This can't be real...'
The match was already decided, but she was clinging on with the sheer will to stay sober.
"Give up, Senior. You've held out plenty already."
"Shut up... I can drink more... Urp!"
Lee Yoo-ra fought back the urge to vomit as she reached for another shot.
Thankfully, nothing came up, but she couldn't believe she'd nearly hurled in front of her junior.
'What... what the hell? Did I almost puke just now? How embarrassing—acting like this in front of him!'
As a woman, she was mortified at showing such an unseemly side to a guy she'd just met today.
"Drink some water. Just surrender. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed your buttons like that."
He sounded genuinely apologetic, even a bit worried.
She looked at him as he handed her water to calm her stomach.
'Huh...? He's suddenly looking kinda decent...'
She was human, after all. She preferred handsome guys over ugly ones.
But she didn't fall in love with them.
Her life had been full of guys flocking to her just for existing—no need to chase after a pretty face when she had plenty of suitors.
She wasn't brain-dead; there was no reason to obsess over handsome men while ignoring the ones who actually liked her.
She'd just thought he was strikingly good-looking.
At first glance, Jang Han-sol had struck her as the cocky type who coasted on his looks.
Obviously the sort who'd toyed with women left and right—she'd figured she'd teach him a lesson and have some fun dragging him around.
But no.
His personality wasn't half bad.
And he had this cute side, caring for his senior like a proper junior should.
Only now did she truly take in Jang Han-sol's appearance.
He was worrying about her this much—pushing further would just be rude. Time to surrender cleanly.
"Hoo... Fine, you win. Damn... I thought I could at least handle my booze. Hey, Jang Han-sol!"
"Why yell the name of the guy right in front of you? My ears are ringing."
"Blame the alcohol, idiot. I surrendered, so spill it honestly. What's your limit?"
"You wanna know?"
"Yeah."
"About half a bottle of soju."
"H-Half a bottle?!"
Lee Yoo-ra's head spun at the absurd limit she'd never heard before.
So she'd been in a drinking battle against a booze monster who'd chugged half a bottle like it was nothing?
It was obvious she'd lose, but the jerk had tricked her and dragged it out this far. Infuriating.
"Come over here."
"Look at you, slurring orders now that you're wasted."
"Just come. Be a man and stop whining."
"Jeez! Why the sudden seat change..."
He grumbled but gave in to her urging and sat beside her.
The moment he did—
"Take this!"
Squeeze.
Lee Yoo-ra threw her arm around his neck and locked him in a headlock.
"Gah! What the hell?!"
"You should've spilled sooner! I almost embarrassed myself because of you. What're you gonna do about my dark history? Huh?!"
"Agh! Why take it out on me?! Have you lost it from the booze, Senior?! Let go!"
"Lost it? Did you just call me crazy? Nope. Let's keep this up for a full minute."
Jang Han-sol flailed in the headlock.
He could break free with brute strength if he wanted, but he played along just enough.
Watching that, she thought to herself:
'He's... cuter than I thought... Haah, would've been fun to get him drunk for real.'
For someone she'd just met today, they were bantering so openly with rough words and actions.
Their personalities meshed surprisingly well.
It felt comfortable, like they'd known each other forever.
Maybe that's why.
Her breasts kept brushing his face, but she pretended not to notice.
If anything, the rubbing sensation thrilled her in a weird way, so she pressed closer.
But then—
"Let go already. Come on!"
-Grip.
His large hand clamped down on her breast.
The sudden dizzying mix of pain and pleasure from her chest made her—
"Haht!"
Lee Yoo-ra let out an embarrassing moan before she could stop herself.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ This was the first time my face had gotten this handsome and I'd held back my lust for so long.
Usually, the women who approached me first wanted my body.
But Lee Yoo-ra wasn't like that.
Bluntly propositioning her for sex would've backfired.
So I'd been suppressing my urges, waiting for the right moment.
And then—
"What're you gonna do about my dark history?! Huh?!"
Squeeze. Grip.
Her right breast kept pressing against my face as she held the headlock.
The faint peach scent wafting from her pushed my sanity to the brink.
I wanna grab those huge tits just once.
If I want it, I should just do it.
"Let go already. Come on!"
I raised my voice like an angry man on purpose and reached out, grabbing one of her breasts firmly.
"Haht!"
"...!!"
A soft, lewd moan escaped Lee Yoo-ra's lips.
It was short, but it made my ears tingle red.
"A-Are you insane?!"
She released me and covered her chest with both arms, yelling.
I knew it was a crazy move.
But it was justified.
Who could hold back with massive tits rubbing your face?
Plus, I wanted to fluster the woman who'd been choking me.
I couldn't act sorry here.
That would hand back the initiative I'd just started gaining.
Better to act bold.
"I told you to let go. Agh, my neck... Feels like you cracked my bones, Senior."
"W-What? I didn't squeeze that hard!"
"Kidding. Who headlocks like that? That's what you get for treating a guy so roughly."
"E-Even so, groping a girl's breasts...?"
Grabbing a woman's chest out of nowhere in a bar—yeah, it was nuts.
But I didn't want to grovel and use it as an excuse.
No choice.
"Then let's call it even with one wish."
"You're using a wish on this?"
"I know it was crazy, but it was a reflex. If you can't forgive me, I'll use one wish to make it 'one boob grab' and done. That work for you, Senior?"
"I didn't say I couldn't forgive... Ahem, w-was it really an accident?"
Now she was the one asking me.
Like she'd forgive if I called it a mistake.
Maybe she felt bad about wasting my wish.
This was just a ploy to plant the idea that I could use it for something naughty.
I didn't need it anyway. I could fuck her without relying on wishes.
Timing felt right, so I decided to lay my cards on the table.
She was tipsy enough—time to steer the talk lewd.
"Not totally an accident. Didn't plan it at first, but your breasts kept brushing my face... Honestly, you turned me on, Senior. Never done this before, but you're too hot. Sorry."
I bowed my head sincerely after spilling the truth.
A few seconds passed.
No response.
'Figuring out how to chew me out?'
Wrong timing?
I thought she'd take me seriously and respond in kind.
Anxious, I peeked up.
"Uh, umm..."
Lee Yoo-ra's lips fidgeted as her face flushed in panic.
"J-Just... lift your head?"
"...Yeah?"
I slowly raised my head and stared blankly at her.
No sign of joking. If anything, her face was redder, more flustered than before.
"Stuff happens when you're drinking and messing around... I started the pranks anyway. No need for the wish. I forgive you."
"Thanks."
"Jang Han-sol."
"Yes."
"So now you've got one wish on me, right?"
"Yep."
"You've had something in mind from the start? What... what were you gonna wish for?"
She scratched her cheek, looking sheepish.
The tense vibe softened for the first time.
Reading the sultry shift in the air, I racked my brain and came up with the perfect line for the moment.
"Let's keep drinking at my place. That's my wish."