Aren't You Curious?
It was the first time I'd brought a girl home since middle school.
"Whoa, your room's huge! Kkangcheol, you've got a nice place, huh?"
"......."
I was busy setting up the drinks. No—I couldn't even answer, because I was screaming internally.
Why is she at my place?
Because Pi Ah-reum had suggested we drink more.
At my studio apartment.
She said she had a friend who lives nearby on their own!
And surprise—that friend turned out to be me. Ta-da.
I should have said no....
But I couldn't.
Why? Because I had sins to atone for.
Because I'd played around with the remote control for Pi Ah-reum's rotor vibrator as I pleased.
...This is so unfair.
I never once intended to do anything to Pi Ah-reum with that remote. Actually, I didn't even mess around with it. I never deliberately pressed a button to torment her.
I operated the remote exactly twice.
The first time, I was just wondering what it was, saw the buttons, and pressed one.
The second time, I was searching for the power button, trying to figure out how to turn the damn thing off. And at that moment, I had no idea she was nearby, let alone that she'd put the rotor back in!
But all those excuses only came to mind now.
'My remote. You have it.'
The instant I heard those words, a single thought filled my head: I'm fucked.
If Pi Ah-reum reported me to the police, my life would be over. I don't know if there's a precedent for sexual assault via rotor operation, but in Korea, when it comes to sexual matters, women hold absolute power.
Paralyzed by that fear, I couldn't refuse Pi Ah-reum's suggestion to keep drinking. I had no idea what she'd do if I said no.
Soon the drinking table was set.
Pi Ah-reum picked up a shrimp cracker and said,
"So, Kkangcheol, was it fun playing with the remote?"
"I'm sorry!"
I immediately slammed my head down.
And poured out my excuses.
"At first I thought it was just an accessory! Once I realized what it was, I held onto it because I didn't know how to give it back! What happened at the karaoke place was me trying to find the power button! I'm so sorry! Please, anything but reporting me!"
I rattled off the excuses in one breath and kept my head bowed.
A few seconds passed.
No response.
Is she thinking about how to screw me over?
Trembling with fear, I cautiously lifted my head a little.
"Uh, uhm...."
I saw Pi Ah-reum's face, her lips pursed in bewilderment.
A different reaction from what I'd expected.
Soon, Pi Ah-reum waved both hands vigorously and said,
"F-first, could you lift your head? I didn't know you'd react so seriously."
"...Huh?"
"I think I took the joke too far. I'm sorry, Cheoljin."
I slowly lifted my head and stared blankly at Pi Ah-reum.
What? Have I at least dodged the worst?
No matter how I looked at her, she didn't seem like she was about to threaten me or report me. On the contrary, she looked even more flustered than I did, her face flushed red.
"Hey, Cheoljin?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"I'm not going to say anything about the remote. And I'm not going to report you."
"Th-thanks."
"What's there to thank me for? I'm the one who's sorry...."
Pi Ah-reum scratched her cheek with an awkward expression.
It seemed I'd misunderstood. Come to think of it, Pi Ah-reum had never said anything that could be taken as a threat. She'd just suggested we drink more at my place, that was all.
I got up and rummaged through my padded jacket pocket.
"Here, I'll give this back."
An acrylic panel-shaped rotor remote with a hamster and a cat drawn on it.
When I held it out, Pi Ah-reum's face turned bright red.
...I shouldn't say it's a bit late to get embarrassed now, right?
*
Pi Ah-reum and I started drinking, using snacks as chasers.
"Kkangcheol, don't you think we can hold our liquor pretty well?"
"How many bottles have we had today?"
Counting dinner and karaoke, it seemed we'd each had at least three bottles. Now we'd finished another, so make that four.
As far as I knew, that was probably way above average tolerance.
"So what songs have you been into lately?"
"This new Yorushika track...."
We swapped our favorite J-POP songs.
Surprisingly, Pi Ah-reum and I got along like a house on fire.
"Whoa, for real? You're Master rank?"
"I'm more surprised you're Diamond. Female top-laners are seriously rare."
Our hobbies and interests were similar.
"Kkangcheol, I'm disappointed. You're such a surface-level otaku. The Wanable trio. You've only got mainstream manga at home?"
"Those are for keeping up my normal-person front. I've got three full bookshelves back at my family home. And a figure display case too."
"No way. Can I come see them sometime?"
What's more, Pi Ah-reum was a hardcore otaku. Somehow, she knew every anime I mentioned. If she even knew the original light novels I didn't, she wasn't just your average weeb.
We'd been chatting about this and that and had collectively finished our third bottle of liquor when—
"Oof, I'm starting to feel dizzy. I don't think I should drink anymore."
With that, Pi Ah-reum flopped onto her back.
My vision was starting to swim too, so I began clearing the drinking table.
"Oh, let me help."
"Nah, stay lying down. Your face is super red."
"Yours is just as red, you know?!"
Why did she have to get prideful over something so pointless?
As if refusing to be outdone, Pi Ah-reum sprang up and started helping me tidy up. In the middle of that, she spoke in a suggestive tone.
"Hey, Kkang—I mean, Cheoljin. Can I crash here tonight? The last train's already stopped running."
"...What about that friend who lives nearby on their own?"
"You're right here. Heehee."
She pointed at me shamelessly.
I wondered if this was really okay, but I nodded. Honestly, I'd suspected as much from the moment I brought her home.
"I don't mind you staying over... but have you got no fear? Honestly, this is a genuinely insane situation, you know?"
"What is? You messing with my remote?"
"Ah, I'm telling you that wasn't what happened."
"Ehehehe. Kidding, kidding."
"...Have you got no shame?"
It was strange. Earlier, when I handed over the remote, her face had been as red as if it were about to burst.
"You shower first."
"Huh? Really?"
"Yeah. But we need clothes to change into...."
"I got underwear earlier at the convenience store. And a toothbrush."
"...Of course you did. You planned to stay over from the start."
"Ehehet."
Don't laugh like an idiot. It's weirdly endearing.
I looked Pi Ah-reum up and down. She said she had underwear, so clothes were the issue.
"One of my shirts should do it."
Judging from the size difference between me and Pi Ah-reum, one T-shirt would basically cover her whole body.
At my words, Pi Ah-reum furrowed her pretty brows.
"What the heck, that just made me feel really bad! Are you dissing me for being small?"
"Since when did I diss you? And being small is just a fact."
She looked barely 155 centimeters tall. Way below average.
Then Pi Ah-reum, who had been glaring at me, suddenly puffed out her chest and bounced on her tiptoes. Her breasts jiggled under her knit top.
"I am not small?!"
"Ah, okay! Seriously, do you not know what shame is?"
"Hmph. My rotor already got found out, so what's there left?"
...So it was a rotor.
No, more to the point, was it because she was drunk, or was this just her real personality? She was starting to go further and further off the rails. Her words and actions were excessively uninhibited.
Am I just as drunk?
Normally, I wouldn't have been able to have such an easy back-and-forth conversation either. I'd have been so at a loss in this bizarre situation that I couldn't even meet her eyes.
Come to think of it, wasn't this a truly strange situation? A girl whose sex toy I'd discovered was asking if she could stay over at my place.
After Pi Ah-reum went into the bathroom, I felt like I was starting to clear my head a bit. I finally began to grasp reality.
Could she be hitting on me?
At this level, she seemed like she was practically begging to be jumped. A fully set table, and here I was just hemming and hawing.
The thought crossed my mind, but I ended up dismissing it.
No matter how drunk I was, I still had this much sense. Why would a girl that pretty be into me? The fundamental question just didn't yield an answer.
"Ah-reum, I'll leave the clothes outside the bathroom."
From inside the bathroom came a characteristically cheerful voice going, "Okay! Thanks!" The sound of running water, laid down like background music, tickled my ears.
...My cock feels like it's going to explode.
Once I'd recognized reality, my lower half shot upright and refused to go back down. Why was such a pretty girl showering in the bathroom of my studio apartment?
My heart was pounding like crazy. No—was it my dick throbbing? If I had my way, I'd take out the hidden onahole right this instant.
I wiped my flushed face and started straightening up the sleeping arrangements. I felt like moving my body, at least, might calm my mind. I'd just finished a quick clean and air-out and was spritzing Febreze when—
"Kkangcheol, your turn now."
"Huh?!"
Startled, I whipped my head around and saw Pi Ah-reum wearing nothing but a T-shirt.
I involuntarily gulped. Was she not wearing underwear? The texture of her breasts, swelling against the oversized T-shirt, somehow looked different from when she had on the knit.
No way. It's probably just the different fabric.
I shook my head vigorously and stepped into the bathroom.
Swoosh!
Still, getting hit by the stream of water helped calm my mind a bit... like hell it did. My cock wouldn't go down. Should I just rub one out in here? I did bring my phone in.
Of course, it was only a thought. There was a girl right outside the door—I didn't have the guts to jack off in here.
I'd barely managed to quell my lower half and was coming out after finishing my shower when—
"Eheheet. Kkangcheol, guess what this is?"
Pi Ah-reum, perched on the bed, was holding a pink object in her hand and waving it.
My onahole.
I freaked out and lunged toward Pi Ah-reum.
"Wh-what are you doing?! Give me that!"
"Ahahah! Nope! Whoa, this is super soft! Is it similar to the real thing?"
"How would I know?! I said give it here!"
She twisted her body this way and that, dodging my hands, so it wasn't easy to grab. I changed targets and caught Pi Ah-reum's wrist instead of the onahole.
Looking down at Pi Ah-reum sprawled on the bed, I spoke with a bit of irritation.
"Ah-reum, didn't you learn as a kid? You shouldn't go rummaging through other people's houses."
Maybe aware she'd done wrong, Pi Ah-reum averted her eyes and made excuses.
"Nooo, I pulled out a few volumes of manga to look at and it was just there. I didn't rummage through things on purpose."
"Ugh."
Was the problem that I'd hidden it too carelessly?
Seeing my weakened stance, Pi Ah-reum grinned and said,
"Sorry. But you saw my rotor, so we're even, right?"
"Si-since when did I see your rotor?"
Strictly speaking, what I saw wasn't the rotor but the remote.
But Pi Ah-reum didn't care. She just fiddled with the onahole and said whatever she wanted.
"So, what's it like using this? Some people say these are better than an actual woman."
"Are you a child...? Hoo, I don't know either. Hard to know when I've never been with a woman."
I gave up entirely and said it with a sigh.
Pi Ah-reum looked up at me, grinning. Her big eyes folded up, drawing a crescent-moon curve.
"Same here."
"...Same what?"
"I also don't know which is better, the rotor or the real thing. So I'm curious."
I was about to tell her off—what was I supposed to do about that—
Suddenly, an unfamiliar sensation from my lower half made my waist flinch. Pi Ah-reum, pinned underneath me, had raised her knee.
Pi Ah-reum waggled the onahole and said,
"Aren't you curious?"