Chapter 70
Chapter 70
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 70
Chapter Title: Oppa, Wanna Rest at My Place for a Bit?
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Even though I'd left early, Yuri had beaten me to our meeting spot.
She stood out in the crowd, checking her selfie while fixing her bangs.
Lush beige hair framing a petite face.
A slim cropped short-sleeve tee that accentuated her bust line.
A tennis skirt that fully displayed her milky, plump thighs and killer legs.
A small handbag slung over her shoulder.
Socks and sneakers emphasizing mobility.
"...Wow."
The sight of her hit me like a punch, and a sigh of admiration escaped my lips.
I wasn't the only one.
From a short distance away, I could clearly see people—men and women alike—stealing glances at her.
And that stunning, vibrant girl, brimming with adorable charm, was my girlfriend.
At this point, it wasn't disbelief anymore; it just made my shoulders puff up with pride.
I strode straight toward her with confidence.
She sensed my approach and turned her head my way.
"Oppa!"
Her face bloomed into a smile.
From her sparkling eyes to her lips, her whole face lit up as she bounded over to me in one step.
With eyes crinkled in playful affection, she closed them softly once she reached me.
I leaned in without hesitation.
Inhaling her sweet scent.
—Muah.
A quick bird's peck on her soft, moist lips.
As I pulled back, she flashed an even brighter eye-smile and teased loudly.
"Why are you so late!"
"Ah, I meant to get here first and wait for you."
"But you were late! I was faster, right?"
"No good. Next date, I'll leave an hour early."
"That's cheating! You can't show up that early!"
—Squish.
She linked her arm through mine as always, pressing her soft breast against my forearm.
She definitely knew what she was doing, but like always, Yuri acted oblivious. If anything, she snuggled closer.
"Hungry, Oppa?"
"A bit. You?"
"Me too, a little? What about that brunch cafe we were gonna hit?"
"Let's head straight there. There'll be a wait anyway, and we'll just get hungrier."
"Okay, then. Oh, wait! Oppa, hold up a sec."
"Yeah?"
"We gotta take a two-shot for our first date! Where do you think you're going already!"
"You're right, we do."
—Click! Snap, snap, snap!
Right there on the street, under natural light, several selfies captured us on her iPhone.
Bodies and faces pressed close, both of us grinning uncontrollably.
"Wanna take some on your phone too, Oppa?"
"I'm terrible at photos, so just send me these later. I'll make it my profile pic."
Multi-profiles were a godsend. No issues there.
"Then let's match with cheek kisses! The one I give you goes on your profile, and the one you give me goes on mine!"
"Ooh, nice. Right here?"
"The spot we're heading to is perfect for pics anyway~ We'll do it there!"
"Is that why you picked that place?"
"Hehe, hate it?"
"Hate it? I could do cheek kisses a hundred times."
"Right?"
"But Yuri."
"Yeah?"
"You're seriously gorgeous today. The outfit suits you so well—I was stunned the second I saw you. Best ever."
"......"
"Yuri?"
"...Oppa. Stop."
"Why... Mmph...!"
"Mmm...! Muah, muah! Muah!"
.
.
.
.
.
"Haa... It's nice, but maybe tone it down on the street...?"
"You started it with all those sweet compliments! And you begged for kisses!"
"...Is that how it works?"
"Of course! Come on, let's go. I wanna kiss your cute cheeks too."
"Your cheeks are cuter. Can I do whatever?"
"Hng~? Trying to make me mad? This oppa won't do? Fine, I'll kiss you right here before we go. No need to ask permission!"
"My bad!"
—Muah, muah!
"Hmph, that's better. Let's go, Oppa♡"
I could declare it with certainty.
Today's Bae Yuri, my girlfriend,
was far prettier and more lovable than Im Haeun, my first love I'd crushed on for over five years.
***
We talked about toning it down on the street, but while wandering with Yuri, nothing else registered.
My girlfriend, armed with bubbly charm, left no room for distractions.
"Muah!"
—Click!
"Oh, that came out...
"Eh, bad angle. No good."
"Looking again, yeah, kinda meh. Wanna do a cheek kiss?"
"Yes!"
At the brunch cafe, we barely touched the sandwiches, pasta, or drinks on the table.
We just sat side by side on the sofa, showering endless kisses on her mochi cheeks for selfies.
That alone filled me up.
After finally nabbing one good shot, it was Yuri's turn, naturally.
"This angle. Like this... Muah!"
—Snap, snap, snap!
"Mm, not bad, but..."
"Hm, kinda lacking? Let's redo."
"Lacking? Wanna retake?"
"You think so too, right? Or not?"
"Totally! Let's go again."
"Okay... Ah, Yuri. This timing for the shot is... Mmph!"
—Muah! Click!
At that moment.
Due to mistimed coordination and a reflexive finger squeeze, we accidentally snapped a lip kiss photo.
Yuri with eyes closed, lips puckered cutely. Me, eyes wide in shock, looking dumbstruck.
Honestly, from my side, it was a 'total doofus shot, no way...' vibe.
"C-Cute... Amazing... Oppa, I'm good with this. This one's my profile pic!"
"...This for your profile? For real? Yuri, how about we try for our best cheek kiss pic..."
"Pfft... Ah, look at your face! Why are you so adorable?!"
Yuri loved it.
She kicked her legs, face flushing red from laughter, then set it as her profile pic right away.
No stopping a girlfriend that thrilled.
Only then did we pick at the cold brunch, then strolled out for street shopping.
To aid digestion and check out the popup store she'd wanted.
Whenever something caught her eye.
"Ah! Oppa, Oppa! That one's totally you, right?"
"Think so?"
"You've got broad shoulders and great build, so not super baggy—something like that style—"
She grabbed my arm and dragged me over. Energy overflowing. Like scouting every ten steps?
"This tee is perfect, right? Matches you so well. Great for daily coords too."
"Yeah? I need summer clothes anyway. Free size? This one—"
"Excuse me, can I pay here? If not, use this card!"
"Wait, not that—use mine..."
"I'll get this. You bought lunch just now."
"What, it's not even much. Let me handle it. You know I've made bank from massages..."
"Ah, Oppa~ I wanna buy you clothes. Just this once~"
"No..."
"Yes! Ring this up! Thank you!"
And with full aegyo mode, she kept trying to buy me stuff... Sigh.
It made me happy, but letting my girlfriend spend like that didn't sit right as her boyfriend.
After the third time, I grabbed her firmly and stated clearly.
"Bae Yuri. Phone and card confiscation from now on. Next clothes are on me. I'll pick yours too."
"Sounds good! But Oppa, I'm thirsty—cafe over there—"
"Nuh-uh. No tricks. More shopping first."
"It's fine..."
My unyielding resolve got through, and she pouted.
Then, her face lit up with an idea.
"Ah! Oppa! Let's go swimsuit shopping!"
"...Swimsuits?"
"We're going to the beach together. One night. You didn't forget, right?"
"No way I'd forget. Guess it's time to grab some swimsuits..."
"Right? Pick whatever you like and buy it for me. I'll wear it for sure."
"...For sure? Whatever I pick?"
"Yep, anything. Since you're buying!"
"Let's go. Now. Where to?"
"That way. Hehe, can't wait to see what you choose~"
***
In the swimsuit store with Yuri.
With summer in full swing, plenty of other shoppers around, I faced my life's biggest dilemma.
'...She'd look good in anything.'
My girlfriend was too pretty with a killer figure—every swimsuit would slay.
Stuck in indecision, just window-shopping, Yuri started holding them up to herself.
"How's this? You like sexy ones, right?"
"N-No... Gah."
"What? You love it!"
First up.
String bikini.
Not as skimpy as the massage uniform version, but definitely exposing plenty of skin. Sexy as hell.
Of course I wanted to see Yuri rocking it at the beach.
But.
"Nope."
"Why?"
"...Other guys would see too."
"Hng... Only want me looking?"
"Obviously. Mine only."
"Guess no choice then!"
Rejected for that reason.
Second up.
Rash guard.
"Rejected."
"Now full coverage's a no-go?"
"Rash guards are a sin. Can't accept as a man, let alone boyfriend."
"Not my fave anyway~ Got it."
"But if you ever beach with friends without me, wear it then. Please."
"What's that supposed to mean!"
No need to explain—out of the running. Couldn't hide Yuri's cute-sexy curves in that.
Then third.
Off-shoulder high-waist frill bikini.
Perfectly balanced sexy-cute, and it'd suit Yuri amazingly.
"Yes. This one's great."
"Like it?"
"Style's spot-on with what you picked."
"Yeah?"
"Yep. Let's go with this. I'll buy it."
"Wanna see more, but... your face says you love it? Awesome! This it is. But get a matching guy's one. Couple look."
"Deal."
The black-white polka dots nailed it. No need to browse further.
Guy swimsuits are all similar, so Yuri picked one that matched well displayed next to it.
"I'll try it on before checkout~"
While Yuri headed to the fitting room, waiting inside drained me, so I stepped out.
About 30 minutes later.
'Crowded fitting rooms?'
Taking longer than expected—maybe check her thoughts? Right then.
—Bzzz!
"Hm? Pics?"
Yuri sent two photos.
One of our pick. As expected, perfect on her.
The other.
"...Damn."
Somehow she'd grabbed the string bikini I'd vetoed for 'other guys' reasons.
Angled up to show cleavage, winking cutely like 'this works too, right?'
Already hard from our date, it throbbed harder.
Moments later.
Yuri emerged beaming innocently.
I told her.
"We'll buy both."
"Huh? The string bikini too?"
"I'll get 'em. Both."
"Wasn't planning that... Won't wear it at the beach anyway. Waste."
"Nah. Not a waste. After beach, we can hit a pension with a pool."
"Then not wasteful! Awesome idea! Okay, I'll buy this one. Swimsuits are pricey—"
"Confiscated."
"Ah, hey! Give back my phone! It's really expensive!"
"Go change. I'm buying. Why argue when your boyfriend's paying?"
"Ah, Oppa!"
***
In the end, I paid for all the swimsuits.
No—from then on, everything was on my Samsung Pay only.
Couldn't let the world's cutest girlfriend spend her own money on our date.
Of course, Yuri couldn't accept me footing everything either, pouting a bit genuinely.
"Don't like you paying for it all..."
"I love buying everything for you? My girlfriend's too pretty—I wanna spoil you."
"No, Oppa... Hng... Ah, seriously... Hehe..."
She couldn't hide her joy at my honesty.
"Dutch pay from next time! Promise?"
"Promise."
We compromised at the end—Dutch pay next time.
Of course, I had no intention of keeping it.
I'll cover it all.
The date continued.
Popup store, nearby exhibition.
Cafe breaks for chats.
Shared cone ice cream on the walk.
More shoe and clothes browsing, buying bits.
Hands full, so we convenience-stored the clothes home mid-way.
Dinner at 6, then leisurely strolling. No destination needed—walking with her was bliss.
Yuri clung to my arm, chattering endlessly.
By then, photos topped 100 easily.
Suddenly, 9 PM.
'Time flew.'
Too fun to notice.
Next thing, under the streetlamp where I'd always dropped her off, facing each other.
"We walked a ton today. Good call shipping the bags."
"Right! I'll grab my clothes later. Or tomorrow at your place..."
"Nah. Tomorrow's booked solid... Monday or Tuesday at the cafe."
"Hmph, was gonna use that as excuse to visit!"
"Sorry. It's more massage room than home now..."
"Work's work. You'll keep at it, right?"
"Yeah. Might rent a separate place when I can, but no clue when."
"You'll manage soon! With your skills!"
Chatting like any farewell,
as if the day ended here.
But we both knew.
Our gazes, the subtle vibe hard to put words to, the joy-amplified reluctance.
It held our feet.
"Oppa... Muah... Haa... Smack..."
A deep, intense kiss began in that state.
Yuri on tiptoes, arms around my neck. Me wrapping her waist.
"Muah, smooch... Slurp..."
As the kiss went on, my hand slid lower.
—Slide... Squeeze...
I gripped her plump, firm ass.
Savoring the softness even over her skirt, kneading gently.
"Ahn...♡"
Like always, her panties soaked at my touch—she trembled, a lewd moan escaping.
The kiss broke.
"......"
"......"
We locked eyes, silent.
No words needed. We wanted the same, clear as day.
So.
"Oppa. We've walked a lot today, so wanna rest a bit at my place? See my room too."
Her cheeks faintly flushed, boldly inviting me.
"Sure. But can I rest a while? Worn out from all-day walking."
I answered instantly. With a playful lilt.
Yuri grinned wide, linking arms again.
Leading me.
To her place. Where no man had ever been invited before.