Chapter 187: Your First Love Isn't Beautiful (4)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 187: Your First Love Isn't Beautiful (4)
A club.
A place I’d never set foot in my entire life.
When I was young, I was too busy working, and by the time I had some breathing room, Han Ju-hee was always by my side.
Sure, I’ve heard of couples who go to clubs together, but she never liked noisy places.
Jo Yun-kyung, who had been holding various outfits up to my face, nodding or shaking her head at will, asked.
“Have you ever been to a club?”
“No.”
Hearing my immediate reply, her eyes widened in surprise.
“I thought you would’ve gone at least once after you got handsome. You’ve never been?”
She really didn’t get it.
“Once I got handsome, I had even less reason to go.”
Women would stare and approach me just from walking around. Why would I need to go to a club?
At that, her brow furrowed slightly, as if she’d just bitten into a lemon.
“Wow… you sounded like a real jerk just now.”
“……”
Fair enough.
“Alright, I’ll teach you, so listen up.”
While picking out the clothes I should wear, she listed, one by one, all the things you shouldn’t do in a club.
As I absorbed these tidbits of knowledge, I realized the core principle that tied them all together.
In short, don’t look like a clueless amateur and lower your class.
That was my specialty.
Pretending to have something when you have nothing. Pretending to know what you don’t. Pretending to be on good terms when you’re not.
I had years of know-how piled up.
“There, done.”
While we were talking about clubs, the clothes I was wearing had changed completely.
Ripped jeans, a shirt with several buttons undone to give a glimpse of my firm pecs, and on top of that, a leather jacket I was wearing for the first time in my life.
“Oh…”
It was the kind of fashion you’d only see on streets where young people hang out, like in Hongdae or Kondae.
I was once again struck by the incredible power clothes have in shaping a person’s image.
It was a completely different vibe from when I was always wearing slacks with a sweatshirt or a knit sweater.
I was about to ask Jo Yun-kyung how I looked, but it seemed there was no need.
I already had my answer just from the way she was staring intently at me, letting out one hot breath after another.
“How can it suit you so perfectly….”
At this rate, hearts were going to start pouring out of her eyes.
“Hey, hey, Do-jin?”
Suddenly, she called my name in a sensual voice, her breathing hot and excited.
“It looks like we still have some time until tonight… want to take a little break?”
Seeing her go into heat at the drop of a hat, she must have been pretty pent-up.
I guess I have no choice.
I’ll just have to fuck her half to death so she won’t even think about sex for a while.
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Just as Jo Yun-kyung—who was now passed out—had instructed, I got a table and entered the club.
As expected, you need money if you want to save time.
♬♪♬♩
The loud music constantly pounded against my ears.
If you go clubbing this often when you’re young, hearing aids will probably be a necessity in your old age…
“Hmm… not as bad as I thought.”
Every time I took a sip of my drink and looked around, scantily clad women staggered past.
The reason all these bastards come here is ultimately for those women, I bet.
Maybe it was the magic of the atmosphere, or maybe it was because it was all just an illusion—a flame that burns bright for one night only to disappear by morning.
Even the women who seemed far lacking compared to the ones I’d been with until now looked attractive.
Was it because I wasn’t seeing them as someone to walk through life with, but as a one-night fling or a bit of entertainment?
As I was taking in the club’s atmosphere and looking around…
“Oppa, let’s hang out!”
“Aren’t you bored by yourself? Come play with me, Oppa!”
Women who were just plain naked, ignoring the art of subtle sexiness, approached me.
Every single one of them failed to meet my standards.
A single sentence was enough to get rid of them.
“…I think I look younger than you.”
“What the hell? What a weirdo.”
When you hit them with facts like that, they get offended and leave on their own.
“Tsk, tsk. With pickup lines that lame.”
Guys only like being called ‘Oppa’ depending on who’s saying it; it’s not like they enjoy it unconditionally.
Just as I sent away the sixth substandard woman of the season with a factual assault…
“Ah, she’s here.”
The woman I’d been waiting for had finally arrived.
I didn’t even have to try to look for her; she immediately entered my line of sight.
That’s how much of an incomparable light she radiated compared to the other women around.
“And she’s not even alone.”
The more surprising fact was that the woman walking beside Kim Eun-bi was just as radiant.
“…A friend?”
She looked a little familiar.
A face I thought I’d seen a few times on Kim Eun-bi’s SNS account.
“She’s attractive.”
The light smoky makeup around her eyes and her blood-red lips.
Her indifferent expression, the leather jacket, and her overall black fashion created a dark atmosphere.
Chic.
No, it would be more fitting to say she was overflowing with decadent beauty.
It wasn’t just a promiscuous vibe; it felt more like a suffocating pressure.
“Ah, I shouldn’t be thinking this.”
My heart was wavering.
I definitely came here to create an opening with Kim Eun-bi, but my eyes were drawn more to the other woman.
No, to be precise, I was interested in both of them.
Two people who, at a glance, had completely opposite styles.
And they were even close friends.
I felt like I’d discovered another forbidden territory—one as dangerous, dizzying, and therefore more alluring than anything else, just like a mother-daughter threesome.
“Ah, what should I do?”
My head was buried on the table, my mind a complicated mess.
Beneath it, a helpless laugh escaped.
“Ah, hehe.”
I couldn’t resist this.
Revenge on Kim Jeong-hun, my ass. Change of plans.
No, it wasn’t even a change of plans.
I was just taking a slightly more twisted route.
Anyway, if I devour them both, I’ll still succeed in my revenge, right?
Yeah, that’s right.
Suddenly, I remembered what Jo Yun-kyung said during the day.
She told me to be sure to let her know if anything unusual happened.
So she could change the plan accordingly.
But what to do…
“She probably hasn’t woken up yet.”
I had tormented her so intensely in such a short time that she was probably passed out cold.
“Well, can’t be helped.”
In an urgent situation, isn’t it best to act first and report later?
The two women, sitting at a table not far away, talked for a moment before splitting up.
Kim Eun-bi headed to the stage, while the other woman stayed at the table.
“Alright, now which way should I go….”
I had to choose one of two diverging paths.
The deliberation wasn’t long.
With one, I’d already gotten off to a good start. With the other, we were complete strangers.
In that case, I should get acquainted with her first.
Just as the fifth guy to approach her got shot down and walked away…
I approached with a leisurely pace and, without any warning, plopped myself down in the seat across from her.
“Haaah…”
Sighing before she’d even seen my face.
Ignoring it, I reached out and grabbed the liquor bottle.
An immediate, sharp reaction followed.
“What do you think you’re—!”
The moment our eyes met, her lips, which had been moving busily, froze.
Her words trailed off, her anger subsided, her gaze softened.
Those things told me.
That the current atmosphere wasn’t so bad.
I was wondering what to say to continue this mood when the drink in my hand caught my eye.
“There’s a way to drink this that makes it taste even better.”
A lightly tossed piece of bait.
The fish that approached and began to linger before it.
And finally.
“…How do you drink it?”
The hesitant fish couldn’t resist the temptation and snatched the bait.
A small thrill spread through my chest.
Now that I’ve confidently cast the bait, shall I show off my skills?
The name of the drink she’d been having was ‘Boss Killer.’
It was cheap, didn’t taste very good, and gave a nasty hangover—a drink with a cool name and nothing else.
But it was also strangely addictive, with a solid fanbase of enthusiasts.
I called over a passing club employee and ordered what I needed.
I didn’t need much.
Just a lemon-lime soda and a bottle of peach-flavored vodka, another common drink sold in clubs like Boss Killer.
“If you mix these in the right proportions…”
A shot of Boss Killer, a little soda, and a splash of vodka, all eyeballed, then a quick shake, and it was done.
“Here, try it.”
I confidently handed her the well-mixed drink.
Taking the glass with a skeptical expression, she slowly brought it to her lips.
Soon, her throat bobbed as she swallowed.
“Huh…? Why is this so good?”
Her eyes flashed at the unimaginable combination and incredible taste.
“How is it? Good, right?”
“It’s delicious… incredibly so.”
Her eyes, slightly unfocused from the pleasant buzz, were captivating.
“I never knew you could make a combination like this with Boss Killer….”
She downed the glass I made her in one go.
“Another?”
“Yeah, I’ll have one.”
Seeing her slightly excited expression, I mixed another and handed it to her.
This time, too, she gulped it down eagerly.
Ah.
“Hahh… this is so good.”
I forgot to mention that she should be careful, since it’s strong and tastes good, it can hit you fast.
Still, she seemed to be holding up pretty well.
She must have a high tolerance for alcohol.
But the atmosphere had changed a lot.
Her guard was down, and the look in her eyes was now sharp yet soft.
After downing a third glass in a row, she asked me.
“So… did you come here just to tell me there’s a tastier drink?”
If that’s the case, you can just go die.
Her narrowed eyes seemed to be saying as much.
I smiled lightly and replied.
“That’s right.”
“…Ha.”
She narrowed her brow and let out a small sigh.
Her expression, which seemed to say, ‘What the hell is wrong with this guy,’ sent a shiver down my spine.
It’s not easy for someone to look that good while looking down on you.
I looked her straight in the eye and said my next words.
“There’s a way to make the drink even more delicious right now, but I guess you’re not interested?”
“…There’s a way to make it even better than this?”
Her expression showed she was intrigued once again by the irresistible temptation of the drink.
“Because there’s a more suitable glass for this drink.”
“Can the taste of a drink really change depending on the glass?”
Her expression was one of half-belief, half-doubt.
But her anticipation seemed to have risen just as much.
Of course, the taste of the drink I just showed her was so exceptional, she’d want to believe me.
I patted the empty seat next to me and said.
“I’ll only tell you, so come over here.”
“Ha, isn’t that a little too obvious?”
And yet, she naturally got up and walked over with a coy stride to sit next to me.
The way she sat with her legs crossed, her black leather skirt and stockings stimulated an endless amount of lust.
“I’m here, so hurry up and do it.”
“Alright.”
After making the fourth drink, I took a mouthful of it.
“What are you doing—.”
While she was still confused, I reached out, wrapped my arm around her neck, pulled her face toward mine, and pressed my lips against hers.
“Heup…?!”
She gasped in surprise.
But her body quietly accepted my actions.
I slipped past her slightly parted lips, entangled our tongues, and slowly let the drink flow.
Jjureup! Chuuup!
“Hnngh…”
Whether it was because of the kiss or the alcohol.
A nasal sound full of satisfaction escaped her.
Before I knew it, her tongue was clinging to mine even more aggressively.
We had only just met.
Just as a sensual mood was rising from the intense kiss that had advanced our relationship so quickly in such a short time…
“Oh, my…”
Kim Eun-bi’s flustered voice came from behind me.