Chapter 67
Chapter 67
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 67
Chapter Title: Rules of Engagement
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“It’s me, right?”
“It’s me, right?”
“Hey, Lee Chang-woo. If you don’t decide who sits next to you fairly, I’m going to be mad.”
“If you’re being fair, then obviously I should be the one sitting next to you.”
If there were a round table, this wouldn't be a problem.
But of all things, the tables were all rectangular, so we'd run into this issue.
However, I am the man who personally conquered the great Tower of Intellect.
I anticipated this situation and have already constructed a rational line of reasoning.
“Hye-na, you sit next to me, and Ji-soo, you sit across from me.”
“Heehee, thank you.”
Jung Hye-na quickly took her seat and patted the chair next to her, gesturing for me to sit.
As I sat next to Hye-na, Choi Ji-soo, despite her dissatisfied expression, sat across from us without a word.
“You’d better have a good explanation. You know this is the first test, right?”
“Once you hear it, both of your pussies will twitch at my wise judgment.”
“...Hey, you talk like that now? Wow, I can’t get used to this.”
What?
Did the original Chang-woo use elegant terms like ‘flower petal,’ ‘down there,’ or ‘precious part’?
Pussy, dick.
Why would he leave behind such satisfying words that roll right off the tongue?
“I think I’m already getting wet inside. Ah, I’m so upset. To be injured at a time like this.”
“You know the stuff you shot inside me earlier is trickling down, right? I think I’ll have to change my panty liner several times during dinner.”
The tall, glamorous woman in a tank top and cardigan, speaking so defiantly with her arms crossed... it was kind of sexy.
As for our Hye-na, I'd already gone on and on about how cute and pretty she was, so I decided to skip it for now.
“Leading someone to an answer through questions is an effective method of persuasion. Do you both agree?”
“Yeees.”
“...What? Where did you learn something like that?”
Jung Hye-na smiled, pleased, while Choi Ji-soo’s eyes widened in surprise.
Choi Ji-soo, you’d better get used to the completely changed me.
“If your reasoning is simply that she gets to go first this time and I’ll sit next to you next time, I’m not accepting it.”
“That’s not it. But let me ask, why do you dislike that method?”
“Because it’s not fair. If we’d rolled dice, maybe. But in a ‘you go, then I go’ system, you’re just arbitrarily giving her the first turn.”
With her arms crossed, Choi Ji-soo looked back and forth between me and Jung Hye-na before continuing.
“Just remember, the Silla dynasty fell because of its unfair bone-rank system.”
“We’re bringing up the bone-rank system now?”
“Anyway, what’s your reason?”
“A question. What do you think is the most intimate form of skinship I can have with you two?”
The two women’s gazes clashed in mid-air.
It felt like invisible sparks were flying.
They answered almost simultaneously.
“Penetration.”
“Genital coupling.”
“Correct.”
“What does that have to do with her sitting next to you?”
“After we eat and go back, we’re going to have sex again, right? And Hye-na is injured, so she can’t have penetrative sex. In the end, I’ll be joining with you, Ji-soo, for the rest of the day.”
“...You’re right. I accept it. Fine, Hye-na, it's fair for you to sit next to Chang-woo today. No complaints.”
In any case, Jung Hye-na couldn't have intercourse today.
After we ate, penetrative sex would only be with Choi Ji-soo anyway.
So, it was only right that Hye-na sat in close proximity to me while we ate.
This was true fairness.
“It’s a little hot.”
As she said this, Choi Ji-soo took off her cardigan.
Whoa.
I didn’t really notice when I saw her naked during sex.
But seeing her like this, in a tank top out in public, was incredibly hot.
She was truly the final boss of glamorous figures.
“I’m a little cold.”
With that, Jung Hye-na subtly leaned against my arm.
The soft, plush feeling of her breasts against my bicep made me smile unconsciously.
“Hey, don’t smile. It’s annoying.”
“Oh, was my smile that ugly?”
“It’s damn heart-fluttering, but it’s because of *her*, not me, so it’s annoying.”
“It’s really quiet in here, though.”
“It is.”
“Let’s eat quietly too. Who’s going to cut the meat?”
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ From the moment the extremely handsome man walked in with two stunningly beautiful women.
The atmosphere in the barbecue restaurant completely changed.
Young and old couples.
Families with young children.
Groups of female friends, or male friends.
Large parties.
Without exception, every jaw dropped as all eyes were stolen by the table of beauties and the handsome man.
‘Are they celebrities?’
‘No, how can people even look like that?’
The glamorous woman in the tank top, who looked to be in her mid-170s, walked with a confident stride, seemingly unashamed of her revealing attire.
A self-assurance that paid no mind to who was staring.
The slender beauty in the crop top, around 170cm tall, looked as if she'd just come from being the visual center of an idol group.
Her entire being radiated an insane luminescence.
And finally, the extremely handsome man, in his mid-180s with a 9-head body proportion.
Skin so pale you could see his veins, crimson lips, and endlessly deep eyes.
The moment they saw the handsome man radiating a dangerous, fatal charm, everyone had the same thought.
A more handsome person could not possibly exist in this world.
“I-I’ll take your order.”
The voice of the 29-year-old male server, who had won a silent competition among the staff, trembled.
Up close, they were even more unreal.
The mere presence of the stunning women, each exuding a different charm, was enough to make it hard to breathe.
The handsome man, with an aura like he'd stepped right out of a comic book, was so dangerously captivating it felt presumptuous to even ask for his order.
“Three tenderloins and three sirloins, please. You guys want to drink?”
“If you’re drinking, oppa, I’ll have some.”
“If you’re drinking, so am I. What kind of alcohol do they have here?”
“Let’s just have soju.”
“Order bokbunja. You’ll need the strength, won’t you?”
“Good grief. One bottle of bokbunja, please.”
“Right away.”
The 29-year-old male server’s heart pounded.
Bokbunja because he ‘needs the strength.’ Surely, they were joking, right?
‘The one in the crop top sitting next to him must be his girlfriend, and the one in the tank top is just a friend. That has to be it...’
Even as he worked, all his hearing was focused on the handsome man's table.
A thought so dreadful he dared not even voice it.
He did not want to see a fictional scenario—that both women belonged to the handsome man—unfold before his very eyes.
It felt like all the joy would be sucked out of his life if that were true.
“Lee Chang-woo. I think we need to set some rules from now on.”
“What rules?”
“Sex rules.”
“Hey, someone might hear you. Speak quietly.”
“I’m speaking quietly enough. They can’t hear.”
A shockwave went through him.
The 29-year-old male server’s pupils shook violently, as if tectonic plates were breaking apart.
He had heard it clearly.
There was no way he misheard.
“Didn’t I say that since you two agreed to get along, I should stay out of it? That if I interfered, it would just cause fights between the official wives?”
“That’s separate from the sex rules. Isn’t it?”
“She’s right. I think it’s a good idea to establish a few important rules to prevent conflict.”
The idol-center-visual in the crop top chimed in with a bright smile.
The 29-year-old male server, who had been frozen like a statue, finally saw what was happening under the table.
The tall, glamorous woman in the tank top sitting across from him had taken off her heel and was using her bare foot...
...to slowly grope between the handsome man’s thighs.
Not to be outdone, the idol-center-visual in the crop top was also caressing the handsome man’s thigh with her left hand.
The 29-year-old male server couldn’t understand why he alone had to suffer by witnessing the scene under the table.
‘A scene like that shouldn’t exist.’
‘But now that I know such a scene exists, I can’t be the only one who knows. Everyone else in this restaurant should suffer just like me.’
Going to the handsome man’s table was both painful and pleasurable.
He could admire the voluptuous tank top girl’s cleavage and collarbones.
His heart would flutter at the devastatingly pretty face of the idol-center-visual in the crop top.
And finally, he would repeatedly feel the despair of ‘Am I just a squid?’ from the visual bombardment of the handsome man before returning to his duties.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Fortunately, there were no tables right next to us.
But it would be trouble if someone overheard, so we established the sex rules in the quietest voices possible.
“Try to keep the number of times you cum as even as possible. If you cum in her five times, you have to cum in me five times too.”
“What about cases where one of us can’t have penetrative sex because of an injury or her period? Surely you’re not going to keep a tab and settle it later, right?”
“That’s force majeure, so let’s agree not to count it.”
“I agree.”
“Instead, the one who can’t have penetrative sex gets as many kisses and hugs as possible.”
“Wow, that’s a huge disadvantage for me.”
“You have to consider when you’ll be on your period.”
“That’s true. Okay. No objections.”
We ended up making all sorts of rules.
It felt like we were drafting a verbal contract.
But the process of making the rules was itself fun and enjoyable.
Watching the two women bicker over their differences of opinion was also amusing.
Arguing seriously over a single minor clause.
The three of us huddled together felt like we were playing house, all cute and cuddly.
We enjoyed the process of creating and refining the rules itself.
It felt like a group sex session conducted not with our bodies, but with our words.
“On birthdays, the birthday person gets priority in everything for the entire day.”
“Okay. But it’s just priority, not a monopoly. That could lead to bad feelings.”
“Agreed. Chang-woo, you’ll have to mediate that well. We might hurt each other’s feelings if we fight over it.”
“Alright. I’ll manage it. So, when are your birthdays?”
“Mine’s April 6th. That’s this Saturday, isn’t it?”
Choi Ji-soo chuckled as if she’d won.
Even so, it was just a birthday that came once a year for each of them. What was the big deal about hers being this Saturday?
But Jung Hye-na was full of confidence.
“Mine is December 24th.”
“What? I’m screwed. Seriously. Ah, this isn’t right. I feel awful.”
“What’s wrong with it being on Christmas Eve?”
“You’re pretending not to know just to piss me off, aren’t you?”
“Piss you off? I’m not the only person born on Christmas Eve.”
Then Jung Hye-na whispered to me.
“Oppa, your birthday is December 25th.”
“Ah.”
Only then did I remember seeing his ID card for the first time and muttering, ‘This kid’s birthday is like a movie protagonist’s.’
Choi Ji-soo pouted and grumbled.
“So annoying. How are your birthdays right next to each other? It’s like you’re discriminating against me for being the second wife.”
“Did you just say ‘second wife’?”
“Why? Am I not even the second wife, but a concubine?”
“No, it’s just... for a moment, my heart fluttered.”
“...It fluttered?”
This was bad. Why did she look so pretty right now?
Forget the meat. I just wanted to go home right now.