Heeung... Da-bin Noona's Too Pretty... (Branch Point 02)
2nd Regression Branch Point 02 Applied
<2nd Regression Perk>
• Men's lust toward Im Da-bin +10%
• Protagonist (Lee Do-yoon)'s lust ×2, stamina ×3
Friday evening. The bustling downtown streets.
I brought Han Jae-min to a quiet beer joint where we could talk without interruptions. Of course, I'd sent Da-bin home first after her cafe shift ended.
The kid was on edge from my solo summons. Having gotten that handjob from Da-bin yesterday, he had even more reason to be jittery. Even at the cafe today, he'd kept stealing glances at me and Da-bin. It almost made me feel sorry for him.
You got the reward, so why should I feel bad...? The words nearly slipped out, but I got it—he was the part-timer, the underling here. Still, I didn't hate how he kept glancing around, uncomfortable. It came from respect for me and Da-bin.
A real scumbag might've used yesterday's handjob as leverage for something nasty. Anyway, the reason I'd called Jae-min out alone was that incident.
I silently mixed soju and beer into his glass.
"Somaek okay?"
"Yes! Hyung."
"Wanna down it since we're drinking together?"
"Yep!"
The kid answered like he was my lackey. We clinked glasses and slammed the somaek in one go.
"Whiskey's better, right?"
"Y-yeah... Yep! I think so!"
Military discipline on full display. Even more than before.
"You know why I called you out for drinks today, right?"
"Y-yeah..."
As I broached the main topic, he shrank back like a snail into its shell. His small frame looked even tinier in that posture.
I had no idea how much Da-bin had told him about netorase while giving him that handjob yesterday. I hadn't asked her. But regardless of what he knew, I needed to lay out my stance on the incident clearly.
Hearing it from Da-bin was one thing; hearing it straight from me was another.
I confessed my netorase fetish and the full story of yesterday to him. Of course, I couldn't spill it all stone-cold sober, so we traded shots as I opened up.
Once he heard it directly from me, Jae-min started to relax a bit. The booze loosened me up too, and I treated him more casually. Empty bottles piled up, and we bantered like old pals.
As the buzz hit, I got curious about his take.
"Hey, Han Jae-min. So, did you like it?"
"Y-yeah... Hyung..."
"That's it?"
"Ah... No! Honestly, it was amazing!"
With the tension easing, he started spilling his real feelings. My curiosity piqued, and I dug deeper.
"Hmm... I went out of my way to make it happen, but your review feels kinda lacking?"
"H-hyung! It was really good! I just can't say everything with you here..."
"Dude! It's fine. We're past that. Tell me how good it was."
"H-honestly... It felt so good I wanted more..."
"You... shot another load after, didn't you?"
"Y-yeah..."
His confession cracked me up. Normally, I wouldn't laugh at something like this. But I was pretty drunk now.
"Kukuku! Hey! Was it really just one more?"
"Ah... Honestly, two more... Hehe..."
Han Jae-min scratched his head, coming clean. He was giggling too—buzz must've hit him hard.
"Young blood, full of energy, huh?"
"N-not really... Da-bin noona's just too pretty... Hehe..."
"Thanks for the praise?"
"But it's true! H-honestly, I've never seen anyone as pretty as noona... Hyung! I'm so jealous!"
"That jealous, huh?"
"Yep! Hyung! Heeung... Da-bin noona's too pretty..."
"You said you're still a virgin, right?"
"Yep! Hyung! Still a virgin!"
His virgin confession stirred something dark and lewd deep inside me. I remembered asking Da-bin yesterday.
"Oppa, it felt so good today... Can I do more next time?"
"..."
She hadn't answered my plea. Instead, she'd kissed me.
Right now, I was taking that as tacit approval.
Selfish as always, me.
In the end, I turned to Jae-min.
"Jae-minah. Then with Da-bin..."
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Jae-min and I stumbled home pleasantly buzzed. Well, more like alcohol-fueled courage. Enough booze for bravery, but mind still sharp enough.
Jae-min and I came home with whiskey and snacks for three—including Da-bin.
Da-bin, playing with puppy Hodu, came to greet us.
"What the—how much did you guys drink?!"
"Not done yet... Haha! Da-bin, join us for a round!"
I showed her the whiskey in my hand. Jae-min chimed in, egging her on for round two.
"Da-bin noona! Drink with us!"
"You two are hopeless!"
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On the living room table sat glasses of woody whiskey.
Was it the booze or the actual heat? The air in the living room felt sweltering.
Da-bin got roped into our second round unexpectedly. Her cheeks flushed deep from the drinks.
She held up her palm, folding one finger. Short breath, lips parting.
"People here who've been with a woman—fold!"
She folded another finger.
We were playing reverse thumb war. Last one to fold all five fingers loses. Loser runs a random penalty app and does whatever it spits out. Mentioning something that applies to you ups your win odds.
So Da-bin called out "woman" to fold solo.
Of course... the game was rigged against her, no matter what. Me and Jae-min were in cahoots.
The app's "random" penalties? Ours, queued up in order.
Objectively, sharp Da-bin might've sniffed out the setup. But rigged or not... I was loving this.
My turn after Da-bin.
Everyone pretty buzzed by now... Time to lay the groundwork.
"My turn now?"
"Yeah! Yeah! Oppa!"
"Yes! Hyung!"
"Hmm... My question..."
I paused for effect. The real start from here—hesitation crept in.
But booze pushed me forward. Soft open...
"People here who think Da-bin's pretty!"
I folded, naturally. Jae-min followed without hesitation.
Da-bin didn't. Unlike girls whose egos balloon at a compliment, she was different.
Tied now. All with two fingers folded.
But just folding? Too bland. I turned to Jae-min.
"Whoa, Han Jae-min. Good eye."
"O-of course! Da-bin noona... is super pretty!"
He matched my pace, booze lending him wings. Da-bin's already-red cheeks burned brighter amid the praise storm.
Embarrassed, she whined nasally.
"Wh-what... You're embarrassing me..."
"Why? Da-binah, pretty is good!"
"It's embarrassing—"
"Jae-min doesn't call just anyone pretty. Right, Jae-minah?"
"Yes! True! Da-bin noona... you're really pretty..."
"Q-quick, next turn! Jae-min, you're up?"
Men praising her looks. But laced with lewd vibes. Unable to stand it, Da-bin rushed him.
"Uh... Okay, my turn."
Jae-min's face turned serious. The little punk... steeling himself.
Yeah. Seize the chance. I was spoon-feeding it—if he fumbled, off with his dick.
He swallowed hard, then spoke.
"People here who wanna kiss Da-bin noona?"
I folded. Jae-min... folded too.