#67. Cola
#67. Cola
"Uh..."
Out of annoyance, I'd been about to scold her, but now I was just blinking with a dumb look on my face.
"...It's gotten wet."
Na-eun's left hand was plunged deep inside her skirt.
"...Oppa, wanna check it out too?"
Na-eun, smirking lewdly.
It felt like total bullshit, complete nonsense, but somehow with Na-eun, it seemed like it could actually be...
Gulp.
Why did the sound of my swallow feel so goddamn loud today?
Right at the moment my hand started drifting toward her like I was hypnotized.
"Your ordered ramen is ready."
A voice soaked in capitalism.
Beyond Na-eun, an Employee in uniform was watching us.
"...Did you order ramen?"
Na-eun shook her head vigorously, clearly flustered too.
"We... don't think so?"
"Ah... the number here is... not 12... Ah! Sorry, customer."
The Employee bowed their head and started walking off to the other side with the tray.
Luckily, her arrival let me snap back to rational thinking.
I'd almost shoved my hand up her skirt just to verify if it was really wet.
If she'd come even like 10 seconds later, I'd have faced the Employee in one hell of an embarrassing scene.
"Hey, Na-eun-ah."
"Yeah?"
"First off, take your hand out of your skirt."
Maybe too panicked, Na-eun's hand still hadn't even thought of coming out from inside her skirt.
"...I won't bother you, so let's just each read our comics. Got it? Yeah?"
To wrap up the situation, I shoved the manga back into her hands.
No more of this fucked-up bullshit conversation.
Her stockings soaked in pussy juice from reading manga with no panties.
What kinda hentai-ass worldview is this?
Not the kinda talk for a fresh couple just starting to date.
Na-eun had this awkward, embarrassed look, but I deliberately ignored her and picked up my manga again.
Even as I slowly read through page by page, picture and text, I kept getting distracted by what was under Na-eun's skirt.
...Just what the hell was the truth in there?
Had Na-eun really come without underwear?
If so, then inside...
I pictured Na-eun's freshly waxed pussy, all fluffy and glistening with that pink sheen...
Since we hadn't used it much yet...
Looks like my girlfriend was rocking Schrödinger's Underwear.
Like that, after over an hour of zero conversation, just staring at our books, my phone clock told me it was past 7:30 PM.
"Na-eun-ah."
"Why."
"Aren't we gonna watch the movie?"
The whole concept of today's date was a theater date from the start.
Even if it's a 2-hour runtime, starting now would end at 9:30.
"Not time yet."
"...Still?"
What time slot did she even book?
"Yeah. We can head out in like... one or two hours."
It's 7:30 now, and leave at 9:30?
That basically meant the movie started at 10.
"Why'd you book such a late slot?"
"Oppa said to watch what I wanna see."
"Yeah, that's fine, but was that the only time available?"
"Nope."
After midnight would be cutting it close even for the last train...
"I'll check if there's an earlier slot right now."
I opened the theater app and searched [Fruits Adventure]...
Ah... what the fuck...
The slot right before the one Na-eun booked had just started playing.
"Any?"
Was this her calculation? Or not.
"...Nah, it just started."
"Then since we're here, let's just kill more time."
"No interest in another movie?"
When I kept nagging persistently, Na-eun frowned.
"...Then you should've picked it from the start."
I'd told her to pick whatever she wanted, so it felt a bit unfair.
"Or we could watch the movie some other day in the daytime, and just head home today?"
"Nope."
Excessively firm refusal.
Clearly seemed like there was more to it than just wanting to see the movie...
Hmm...
A kids' movie starting at 10 PM and ending at midnight...
But with that timing, there probably wouldn't be many kids, right?
It had that kindergarten vibe that little ones would love, so how many parents would drag their kids to the theater at 10 PM?
I pulled out my phone again and checked the booking screen.
[Fruits Adventure] 10:10 start.
Seats remaining: 125
Considering the total capacity was 128, that meant the number of people actually watching in the theater would be...
Just 3.
Sure, walk-ins or more bookings could happen, but even if more came, how many?
I figured 10 would be lucky.
I turned my head and looked at Na-eun one more time.
Na-eun smirking mischievously while casually reading her 19+ manga.
...What're you thinking, Han Na-eun.
My dumbass boyfriend, Lee Min-ho.
Honestly, the worry in today's plan was if Oppa really wanted to see a specific movie.
If he had one he really wanted, I couldn't force a kids' movie on him for no good reason.
But luckily, Oppa didn't seem all that into movies themselves and readily handed me the choice.
He didn't even check behind my back, so I could set the perfect time slot I wanted.
Of course, during the date, Oppa almost asked about the screening time a few times, but I dodged and weaved until I skipped the 7 PM slot, finally telling him the movie started at 10 PM.
"Oppa! Time to buy popcorn like we promised."
Oppa pulled out his wallet with a reluctant face.
"...You really gotta watch this?"
"We came all this way, what're you saying."
Oppa had been giving me suspicious looks for a while now, but I ignored him completely.
"I'll have~ caramel popcorn! What about you, Oppa?"
"Me? I..."
Oppa seemed to ponder for a sec.
"Eh, too annoying, just get whatever flavor you want."
Picks the movie half-assed, popcorn half-assed.
Is this guy seriously only serious about erotic novels?
But honestly, I liked that about Oppa.
A boyfriend whose head's filled only with thoughts of how to fuck women more deliciously and obscenely.
We really are soulmates.
Oppa♥
"Cola? Big one to share?"
"Sure."
Not like much cola was gonna go in our mouths anyway.
Staring at the brown stream pouring from the dispenser, I silently offered my condolences in my heart.
Me with the drink, Oppa with the popcorn, we headed straight to the screening room.
I handed the Employee our tickets and guided Oppa to the super secluded back-corner seat I'd picked.
"Na-eun-ah."
Dim theater.
Pointless ads playing on screen.
"Yeah?"
Barely any audience, so no need to lower my voice.
"Why pick this seat out of all these?"
We were in the very last row of a row with just two seats together, as far back as it gets.
"Wanted to sit just the two of us, Oppa."
"Fine, but why so far back."
Cuz we don't want anyone watching the naughty shit we're gonna do up close.
"...If you didn't like it that much, you should've stuck around when booking."
I'd told him to do whatever, and now he was whining next to me.
"Hey, then once it starts, if there's still tons of seats, let's move to the center where it's easy to see."
No, Oppa.
Did I come here to watch a movie?
To watch a movie?!
Rated for 5-7 year olds—do you think I'm here outta genuine curiosity about the plot?
My dumb Oppa was next to me, chomping away at the popcorn like it was delicious, crunch crunch.
Knew caramel popcorn would get hands sticky, so I'd already stocked wet wipes in my handbag.
Bought spare stockings in case mine ripped, wet wipes for clean hands to touch.
Lee Min-ho, you better count your blessings. Where else you gonna find a girl like me?
"Oh, it's starting."
Finally, super cute fruits started dancing and singing on screen.
[We're~ Fruits friends~ Yeah~]
Unnecessarily high production value for this flick.
Watermelon and Banana were gleaming way too shiny.
But no time to admire that.
Instead of looking at the screen, I quickly scanned the theater.
One person smack in the middle of the center row.
And two up front on the far right.
Behind us...
I sneakily turned my head back to check, and couldn't hold back a laugh.
Nobody. Heh...
Oppa was surprisingly focused on the movie, so I brought my hand to his ear.
"Oppa, gimme the cola."
"Oh, sorry."
Oppa pulled the cola he'd stuck in his side and handed it over.
I put the straw to my lips and slurp took a sip.
Nice and cool.
Kinda a shame this was the last one.
Then, I just let go with the hand gripping the disposable cup.
Unable to fight gravity, the cup started falling toward the floor in a graceful arc.
But it had a transfer spot before hitting the ground... namely...
Brown sugary liquid started soaking into the black stockings at insane speed.
"...Oppa."
Like a pitiful kitten who'd accidentally spilled her drink, I grabbed my boyfriend's collar with big sad eyes.