6. Running into Delinquent Chick Lee Ji-soo at Karaoke
White dress shirt and short skirt.
Coffee-colored stockings peeking out underneath as Lee Ji-soo shuffled over with an awkward greeting.
The woman she'd come with, called Sera, had bleached-white hair.
Blondes, whiteheads—what's next, every color under the rainbow?
I glanced sideways, and Yoon Kang-chul was pretending not to stare, grinning like an idiot—clearly pleased with his partner.
I tuned out as the two of them started their lovey-dovey chit-chat.
The important thing right now was Lee Ji-soo.
How to handle this bitch—that was the priority.
"Hoho, looks like everyone's smitten with their partners~ Dripping honey from your eyes and all. Well then, this old lady will take her leave~?"
The madam set a bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue on the table, winked at me, and headed out.
Me, too.
Maybe it was just too sudden, this encounter.
I must've lost control of my emotions for a second.
Anyone seeing me sit there glaring at her so intensely would've thought I was head over heels.
"Um... shall I pour you a drink...?"
Lee Ji-soo opened awkwardly, her voice hesitant.
She seemed pretty new to the job, fumbling around.
Couldn't even find a proper glass, and though she tried to hide it, her fingertips trembled visibly—she was nervous as hell.
I brushed aside the beer cup she offered and grabbed a shot glass the size of my finger.
"Yeah. Pour me one."
"Ah! Y-yes, sure..."
Maybe because I was a customer, or Yoon Kang-chul was the boss here.
Unlike when we'd met outside, she flashed a big smile.
Doesn't she recognize me at all?
I'd been staring her down the whole time, but she just blushed shyly.
She had no clue.
Hell, the idea of that fat nerd loser drinking in a room salon with a gangster? Pure fantasy.
With shaky hands, she finally managed to fill my glass.
A sudden doubt hit me, so I asked.
"Is this your first day on the job, by any chance?"
"Y-yes?! "
"You seem really tense."
"Yup~ Suzy's first day today~"
"Ah...!"
White-haired Sera jumped in with the answer.
She probably thought she was being helpful.
But Lee Ji-soo looked like she wanted to deny it out of pride.
After hesitating, she blushed and nodded faintly.
"Y-yeah... first day."
"I see."
Didn't matter much.
I'd just asked because this slut-in-training was acting so awkward.
But it must've bruised her ego a bit.
"P-pour me one too!"
She grabbed an on-the-rocks glass and shoved it at me—that said it all.
"Sure."
"Y-yes... okay..."
Honestly, I didn't want to waste expensive booze on this bitch.
But Yoon Kang-chul's reputation was on the line, and settling for petty tantrums felt too cheap for revenge.
So I poured coolly.
Glug glug glug...
Golden Johnnie Walker Blue flowed into Lee Ji-soo's on-the-rocks glass.
A little at first.
Then halfway.
And right when it was nearly full.
That's when I finally stopped tilting the bottle.
"Drink up."
"...Huh?!"
If we're splitting hairs, it was about 200ml.
I felt Sera's dumbstruck stare from the side, and Yoon Kang-chul's "that's too much" look.
But I clinked my tiny finger-sized shot glass against hers, wiping away her hesitation as she alternated wide-eyed glances between my face and the glass.
Clink.
"Cheers."
"Uh, uh..."
I downed mine first with a gulp.
She froze for a second.
"...?"
"Ah, uh... this is..."
I kept staring until she drank, watching her stammer incoherently.
"Hng..."
Gulp gulp.
Unable to resist the vibe, she finally chugged it straight down.
"Gah... this shit's so strong..."
She barely finished, slamming the glass down with a grimace, face all twisted up.
"Whoa? I didn't mean one-shot it... Sis, you can really hold your liquor!"
I timed a surprised expression perfectly.
She glared at me like it was humiliating, then caught herself late and forced a laugh.
"Hahaha... you should've said something... heh heh..."
"Aigoo. But downing such pricey booze like that..."
"...Huh?"
My light jab—meant as small talk—hit hard; her face control slipped, turning blue with veins popping.
"No problem at all, of course. We can order more. Sis seems to love her drinks—have at it!"
"Hahahaha... yeees... thank youuu..."
Just 40,000 won's worth of pride, huh.
Thanks my ass. This was just the start.
This was my home turf, after all.
Aw... tsk. This bitch can't even handle her booze.
Lee Ji-soo got wasted way faster than expected—less than an hour in.
And we'd barely finished one bottle.
Like she had bipolar or something, sometimes she'd one-shot boldly, other times she wouldn't touch it.
Then she'd catch my eye and down it anyway.
Maybe 'cause she was so new to the gig.
No finesse at all.
I smacked my lips in disappointment and glanced at Yoon Kang-chul.
He wasn't much of a drinker either, looking all woozy as he had a pure, innocent date with that Sera girl.
What kinda gangster has no presence?
Didn't match his tough-guy build—he seemed clueless about women.
Meanwhile, Sera, with her experience, toyed with him like a kid.
I snuck a peek at Lee Ji-soo leaning into me more and more.
Yoon Kang-chul seemed out of it.
And Sera was tipsy enough not to care.
"Hmmm..."
Naturally, I draped my arm behind the sofa and wrapped it around Lee Ji-soo's waist.
This fucking bitch—personality aside, her tits and figure were top-tier, even I'd admit.
When else to grope if not now?
In the dim room glow, hidden by the blue screen lights, I softly stroked her waist, belly, thighs.
"Nngh..."
"Yeah, feels good, right?"
Now fully burying her face in my shoulder, she nuzzled like a brat.
The more I touched, the more I wanted.
The stiff bounce of her pantyhose felt perfect under my fingers.
Tempted to rip them off, but I held back, sliding my hand higher bit by bit.
Thigh to belly.
Belly to chest.
Right before slipping into her gaping-open shirt.
I glanced at Sera.
Our eyes met.
I smirked and nodded at her.
She smiled back and nodded.
Ah, I got their dynamic now.
Just drinking buddies, huh?
Fuck or no fuck—in this world, you guard your own body.
Get drunk and fucked?
That's on you, pure and simple.
Sera seemed to know the rules well.
I locked eyes with her again and plunged my hand right into Lee Ji-soo's open shirt gap.
Squeeze squeeze.
Fuck, these tits are prime.
I'd groped a celebrity rack before I died.
And vouching for it—this bitch's were damn appetizing.
Left hand diving into her lacy bra, kneading a handful, while my right crossed the gap between her thighs.
Over the pantyhose fabric, my fingers soon hit her hot crotch.
Stroke. Stroke.
Maybe from all the booze, her body was fever-hot.
In that state, I buried my nose in her nape and inhaled deeply.
"Snuuuff..."
Shampoo and perfume mixed into a womanly scent that wrecked my brain.
Now, what to do with this bitch.
Simple option: spread rumors at her school.
I already knew which uni she went to.
She'd either drop out or tough it out with an abortion.
But that's too weak.
Won't fully vent my grudge.
Option two...
"Hmmm."
Seduce her for real, make her sell her body.
Film it for blackmail, or make her genuinely fall for me so she spreads her legs and earns cash willingly.
No experience with the first, but plenty with the second.
But... with this face? Tough sell.
That's the problem.
Pig-Hyung-chul's mug.
No way this ugly bastard seduces Lee Ji-soo—or anyone.
"Nngh..."
Lee Ji-soo started stirring, signs of sobering up.
I pulled my hands out, downed a shot, and eyed her.
"Ahng... my head huuuurts..."
Hour and thirty minutes in the room now.
Running solo then whining about a headache—classic college MT style.
Oh! Right, I have Sensory Disruption.
Smacking my lips, Uhwa Doong-doong popped into mind.
Its ridiculous powers had slipped my thoughts.
I turned to Lee Ji-soo, who grinned goofily at me all embarrassed.
"Sis. Want me to make you feel good?"
"...Nngh?"
"Hold on."
"Hng...?"
I grabbed her hazy hand—no explanations—and activated the ability right away.
"......Heeeh?! Wh-what, whaaat is thiiiis...? What what...?"
Lee Ji-soo gaped and collapsed into my arms.
...It works.
Holding her close, I pumped a bit more ability into her.
Dopamine, serotonin, norepinephrine.
In order: pleasure nerves, calm nerves, arousal nerves.
Forced those circuits wide open and flooded her system.
Like coke mixed with ecstasy.
In short, Lee Ji-soo was riding the ultimate high for free—thanks to me.
"How's it feel, sis? Dying, right?"
"Uhhehe... uhng. Eh... eeeeh...?"
These two especially? Insanely addictive and dependency-forming.
"Hiiiie. Uhhehehe... hii... "
"Aigoo... but drooling everywhere? C'mere. I'll wipe it with my mouth~"