Chapter 31
Chapter 31
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 31
Chapter Title: Geum Tae-yeon Keeps Touching Me, So I Can't Focus on the Movie (2)
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Solomon, I hadn't been expecting anything anyway. Han-seol had all the makings of an NTR manga protagonist, so there was no way she'd pick up on it.
Since I hadn't built up any hopes, there was no disappointment either. I just shrugged it off and sent a reply.
[Geum Tae-yeon] ─ Movie seats?
Geum Tae-yeon demanded the exact booking details without a shred of shame.
I could see exactly what she was planning, but I couldn't exactly refuse to tell her. I casually asked Han-seol and got the info.
"The movie was super popular. And it just happened to be a weekend afternoon slot, so... yeah."
She'd booked the absolute worst seats imaginable. Still, at least they'd been reserved in advance—that was something. I decided to stay positive about it.
Complaining over something this minor would've been ridiculous anyway.
"Oh, really? Well, nothing we can do about it then."
I flashed an awkward smile and replied. She shot back an "Okay."
After lunch, I pulled out a piece of gum and started chewing. I'd bought it on the way to the meetup spot.
If I'd bothered grabbing my bag from home, I could've packed some mouthwash. But I'd been too lazy and headed out empty-handed, so gum would have to do.
"Want some?"
It was a nice, fresh-scented one. Better than nothing.
Whether I chewed it or not, I wasn't planning on kissing Han-seol anyway. Still, chomping away solo looked kinda lame, so I offered her a piece.
"Oh, thanks."
On the way to the theater, we window-shopped here and there. Plenty of time left, so our steps were leisurely.
The cool weather made for a pleasant stroll.
"We should head in. It's about time."
The movie was starting soon. The ticket counter had a decent crowd—not too packed, not too empty, just right.
"Popcorn?"
I glanced at Han-seol and asked. Popcorn was practically a theater ritual, but with her... I had my doubts.
Sure enough.
"Popcorn's just way too overpriced. It's like they jack up the price just because you can eat it in the theater..."
Han-seol had a real grudge against popcorn prices.
I knew some people were like that, so I didn't push it.
...Easier to just assume she got burned by it as a kid. Thinking that way kept things simple.
...But paying for it myself feels off.
Once she'd voiced her opinion, I couldn't exactly force it. Bringing it up would've been awkward anyway.
"Then we'll grab some next time."
I let it slide. Leaving the caramel popcorn behind, we headed to the auditorium. Was it just me, or did my steps feel heavier?
No sign of Geum Tae-yeon.
From the ticket area to the auditorium entrance, I scanned everywhere for her, meerkat-style, staying vigilant.
But nothing.
Ads were playing inside. I found our seats: D78. Perfect spot to snap your neck.
The silver lining? Pretty close to the center.
Always the dilemma. D row or J row?
Snagging G-row seats would be ideal for theater trips, but unless you're unemployed, good luck pre-booking a week ahead. Not my style anyway.
So it always came down to those two. I picked the back every time. More comfortable that way.
"...Why's this guy so damn tall?"
The grumbling voices from behind were all too predictable.
They thought they were whispering, but they couldn't fool my senses.
First-years or not, academy cadets were still cadets. And I was a hero candidate.
This is why I hate front rows.
I wasn't the type to worry about stares, but I wasn't oblivious to them either.
Annoying. So annoying.
I clicked my tongue and stared at the screen. My pocket buzzed. Not a call—a message.
I snuck a glance at Han-seol and pulled out my smartphone. Movie hadn't started yet, so checking KakaoTalk was fine.
[Geum Tae-yeon] ─ Come to L22 later.
"......"
L-row was basically the back of the back. Seat 22 was the corner of corners.
I looked up. There she was, plopped right in the open at the rear.
[Me] ─ No way...
[Geum Tae-yeon] ─ (photo)
I'd only said no out of politeness, but she fired off a nude pic right away. The moment flesh tones flashed, I killed the screen.
Then I checked Han-seol. She was blankly scrolling her own phone, oblivious.
[Me] ─ Fine, I'm coming. Just no more pics.
[Geum Tae-yeon] ─ Won't wait long after the movie starts.
I twisted back for another look at her face. Geum Tae-yeon grinned mischievously, all smug.
"Yeon-woo, it's starting."
Showtime. I pocketed my phone and focused on the screen.
Han-seol's pick? A melodrama. My least favorite genre.
How much are movie tickets these days?
Without matinee discounts, around 13,000 won, right? And wasting it on shitty melodrama?
Made no sense. Unbearable.
Shouldn't we be blowing cash on explosive blockbusters that don't feel like a rip-off?
They were killing it at the box office lately, sure. But I wasn't hooked.
So I stood up. Pretended to head to the bathroom and slipped out.
Had to pass Han-seol's side and cut across the front. Ultimate dick move.
[Geum Tae-yeon] ─ Where you going?
[Geum Tae-yeon] ─ Get over here?
She'd been watching me the whole time—messages flooded in the second I exited.
Demands to hurry up.
Back-row privilege?
She was phone-glued without a care. Etiquette? Tossed out the window.
[Me] ─ What if we get caught...
Awkward spot. To reach the back from Han-seol's seats, you had to pass the front.
One slip, and she'd spot me.
...Not like it'd actually happen here. But still.
My body would handle avoiding detection on autopilot anyway.
[Geum Tae-yeon] ─ Just come.
[Geum Tae-yeon] ─ So what if you get caught here.
[Geum Tae-yeon] ─ (photo)
[Geum Tae-yeon] ─ Better than these spreading everywhere.
Geum Tae-yeon was picking all the right points.
My body sluggishly agreed, starting to move. Stealthier than any ninja or assassin—creeping along.
Farther than I thought.
Auditorium entrance and Han-seol's seats were polar opposites. I hugged the wall, inching upward.
Dim space. Red floor lights guiding me to Geum Tae-yeon.
Her neighbor seat was empty. No one nearby either. This wasn't for watching the movie.
"She looked like she wanted popcorn, huh?"
Geum Tae-yeon handed over half-eaten caramel popcorn. Whispering, but her voice rang crystal clear.
Proximity? Or my sharp senses?
"Th-thanks."
My body blurted a thank-you before I could think. I felt the same, so no resistance.
"......"
I eyed Geum Tae-yeon. When would she make her move?
But she didn't touch me. Just lounged arrogantly, sipping cola.
"Why not shoot her a KakaoTalk? Say you're running late."
"No way..."
I knew she'd crash the date. But blocking it entirely? Unexpected.
I shot her a suspicious glare, and she chuckled, shaking her head.
"I'll send it for you. But she might think it's weird if you don't show right away."
Men were different from women. Quick pit stops ended fast.
Geum Tae-yeon nailed that point.
I messaged Han-seol. Stomachache. That'd do it.
Han-seol squirmed, pulling out her phone to check.
"Her boyfriend says his stomach hurts, and she just brushes it off."
"......"
Geum Tae-yeon mocked her while planting a hand on my thigh. It slithered up, unzipping my pants, then slipped right inside like it belonged there.
"Ngh...!"
"Hard already? You were waiting for this, huh?"
"That's not it...!"
Truth was, I was. The date with Han-seol was dragging— I'd been dying to see Geum Tae-yeon.
"Not it, my ass. Not expecting this, and you're already leaking precum like a faucet?"
"...Hngh..."
Geum Tae-yeon slid off her seat. Ignored the empty one beside her and squatted between my legs.
Movie? Forgotten. No interest.
"Lift your hips."
She looked up, urging me on. I raised slightly, helping her tug my pants down.
Panties stayed half-on—no bare skin on the seat, but balls freed.
Geum Tae-yeon grabbed them, kneading gently.
"Look at these balls, stuffed full."
Without checking my reaction, she swiftly took my cock in her mouth.