Chapter 19

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Translator: MadScientist

Chapter: 19

Chapter Title: Scenario 3: Friends Jenga SSUL

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This was the first time I'd wrung it out like that, but it was also the first time a woman had been so hypersensitive, climaxing like she did.

I had no idea if that was just how she was or if it was the Scenario Book's influence.

Tremble, tremble.

U Dayoung massaged her quivering thighs a few times before she could finally slip on her shoes.

The humid summer air rushed in as we stepped outside.

The sun hadn't set yet, but far off in the distance, a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠faint orange hue was starting to creep in where the blue had been.

"I'm starving, so what do you wanna eat?"

I asked U Dayoung, who was barely keeping up beside me.

She shook her head with a weary face.

"Be honest, Siu. I feel like I could devour anything right now and it'd taste amazing."

"Oh yeah? But it's soju anju, so let's pick something decent."

The apartment complex had a strip of shops nearby with all sorts of places.

Hmm.

I rested my hands on my hips and scanned the storefronts.

There was a mart, but dotted between them were neighborhood pubs and other eateries.

"Or we could grab some simple anju from the pub and take it to go."

"Whatever... sounds good..."

While I ordered muktae skewers to go at the pub, U Dayoung flopped down on a wooden chair, finally catching her breath.

Sip.

I sat across from her and tilted my head.

"Was it that intense?"

"I don't know... even I..."

One thing was clear: the stimulation she'd felt was even stronger than with the dildo.

If the pleasure imprinted on her body lingered after the scenario ended, that alone would be worth watching.

"Ah, it's ready. Let's grab soju from the mart next door."

I offered my hand to her as she struggled to stand.

Grabbing it, she got up with my help, and we headed into the adjacent mart, stopping at the liquor section.

"Ugh... my legs are so wobbly, walking's a nightmare."

I glanced at U Dayoung's whining. Her cheeks were definitely flushed—enough that anyone else might think she had a fever.

As the guy responsible, I smirked inwardly and silently apologized to Kim Woohyun.

"Anyway, we're buying a variety of sojus."

"...Can we even finish all that, just the two of us?"

"Huh? Of course not. We're just tasting and moving on—it's a review vid."

She fidgeted her lips, probably regretting the waste of money on leftovers.

I patted her head lightly, then started loading bottles into a plastic basket one by one.

"Who knows? If this one's popular, maybe we get sponsors or collabs."

I grinned as I said it, and she waved me off like it was ridiculous.

"No way. It's 19+ content—who'd sponsor that?"

"Yeah, fair. Still, you never know."

After paying, my hands felt heavy with all the bottles.

Luckily, home was right there, so no issues getting back.

Beep.

We opened the door, and a thick, lewd scent hung in the air.

"Whoa."

"Eww, it stinks."

U Dayoung wrinkled her nose, clearly hating the smell.

"What? It's your scent."

"Heyyy~."

She shoved my shoulder and whined.

"Anyway, you absolutely can't tell Woohyun about this, got it? Siu?"

"Duh. How much do you think I ship you two?"

I had zero intention of breaking them up.

If they split, the office vibe would tank, and worse—if one quit, especially if U Dayoung left, this fun game would end.

With her house in Gyeonggi, if she bailed to Seoul, no more daily playtime.

I stashed the bag in the freezer with those scummy thoughts, all innocent-like.

Clink.

Meanwhile, U Dayoung sprawled face-down on the sofa, resting her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠exhausted body.

"Hungry?"

"Yeeesss~, starving~."

"Just set up the shoot first. Hang on."

There wasn't much to tweak, but for buildup and immersion, I pretended to fiddle around.

Click.

After adjusting the camera and locking it in place, I eyed U Dayoung, still slumped over.

Her eyes, facing the floor, looked utterly drained.

"You alive?"

I asked as I finished setup and walked over. She gave a kind smile and chuckled softly.

"Heh heh, yeah... not dead..."

"You look half-dead though. Wanna shoot right away?"

"Five more minutes... pleeease."

"Cool, then I'm hitting the bathroom first."

Dropping my pants in the bathroom, I could still swear I felt the sensation of being inside her.

Whoosh.

After a refreshing finish, I washed up and came out to find her sitting up, fixing her hair.

"Starving~."

U Dayoung whined while messing with her hair. After losing that much fluid, hunger made sense.

"Hold on~."

I wiped my hands with a towel, then grabbed one soju from the freezer for a quick sip.

"Starting with Iseul. Total belly fat culprit."

I wasn't chubby, but I patted the bit I could grab and set the soju on the table.

Muktae in the center, bottles and glasses beside.

"Just intro for now. Scoot over."

I mimed filming the intro with my phone.

"Done."

As I moved toward the camera, U Dayoung tilted her head.

"What about you?"

"Oh, you're solo this time. Someone in comments requested it."

"...?"

She'd never read comments, so she cocked ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her head.

"Papefopo wants U Dayoung soju review solo."

"Huh? Never saw that comment."

"That's why it's a quick bonus ep. Let's go—we got tons to do."

"Ah, okay."

She eyed me suspiciously for a sec but picked up the soju and started anyway.

"It's U Dayoung, your friendly buddy!"

She flinched a bit after saying her name. Probably 'cause I wasn't in it.

"Uh... so, soju review time."

Before she started, I raised a hand.

"Muktae after the review. It'll overpower the taste."

"Eww. Straight soju with no anju?"

"Yeah, it's fine."

"No, I'm not fine—what're you saying~."

Her mouth pouted big time—stomach rumbling, tasty anju right there, and I'm making her chug straight?

"Finish shooting, and I'll order whatever you want."

"For real?"

"Yup, real."

With visions of draining my wallet post-shoot, she dove back in.

"First up, Iseul—everyone knows it, right?"

Downing a shot, her energy spiked hard—maybe the alcohol.

I filmed, stifling a laugh.

This boozed-up mukbang was setup for the next content.

Seven years of friendship since college—I knew her tolerance well.

"Kaa~."

She knocked back the first glass smooth and refreshing.

"Hm, standard soju taste? But it's the classic, so familiar... yeah, that kinda taste."

She could handle over a bottle. We'd drunk together often enough.

"Next, this one's been renewed a while back... alright, now..."

Local sojus were limited at the corner mart, but plenty to work with.

"Kraa, hmm... similar vibe?"

"Hey! Proper review~."

Problem was, U Dayoung sucked at reviews.

"Next, this one!"

I kept pulling from the freezer.

Missing some brands, but enough already.

U Dayoung pressed a cold glass to her flushed, boozy face.

"Hee hee, more soju and I might get tipsy?"

Mission accomplished way back.

"One bottle left."

I handed her the first one again.

"Hmm. Isn't this the starter?"

"Pretend it's local."

"Eh? That's fraud~."

"Whole industry's like that."

She stuck out her lip.

"Need the footage."

"Fiiine. Any local ones?"

Scam squad assembled quick; we filmed.

Back-to-back shots, no anju—her tongue was slurring, face red, but not blackout drunk.

Hmm, this should do it?

Plenty of soju left, but it was just props.

Worth every penny—for what came next.

A new experiment too.

"Cut. Now eat."

She dunked muktae in spicy mayo and chomped.

"Ah, wrong anju."

Muktae'd linger on the taste soon, I thought, sitting down.

"One drink with dinner."

"Yesss~."

Shoot hype plus booze kept her high-energy.

"Cheers to muktae."

I poured half my glass, a hair over half hers, cupping to hide levels.

Clink.

A few more with muktae, and she was different from before.

Morning wrecked her legs, empty stomach booze now—eyes glazing made sense.

Even I'd be wobbly.

"Last shoot then crash."

"Didn't you say eight clips...?"

"Chop 'em up."

"Reeally?"

Her words dragged—boozy habit.

Kim Woohyun usually babysat; not tonight.

"I'll prep the bedroom for instant sleep post-shoot."

"Ah, okay."

I grabbed the camera, headed to the main room, pulled Jenga sets from the drawer.

"Time for a swap..."

Opened the earlier box, swapped mild cards for spicier ones.

Hm, perfect.

Grinning, I set Jenga aside, grabbed a small box from under the hanger, opened it.

Adult toys from last shoot, some unopened.

Placed next to Jenga, reset camera.

Wide shot of the bed.

"And then..."

Camera plus phone on power bank, tucked in corner.

"Edit'll look like real hidden cam."

Even I knew it was trashy. World-altering power, wasted on my life—anyone'd pity.

Grip.

But pants hid a monster epic couldn't match.

Click.

Out the door, she munched muktae. Bare face, but better than most girls.

Used to hate the plain vibe; now it turned me on more.

"Dayoung~."

Clap clap.

I called her with two claps.

"Inside for the shoot—bed ready after."

"Mmm~."

"Ease up on the drinks."

"Heyyy~, had to for the shoot."

Supporting her to the bedroom, I glanced at the living room window.

Sunset outside.

Click.

Closed the door, air purifier on, sat on bed edge.

"...?"

"Jenga this time."

"Whaaat? Nooo~."

"Day was 29+; this is 39+."

"Huh? Even spicier...?"

She grimaced, but knew she'd do it.

"Might as well since we're committed. Too much? I'll edit."

"......"

"Two mil views, subs hitting a mil soon. Booze bonus—let's make it stimulating."

Scenario Book plus booze collab.

My experiment: does loosened inhibitions boost immersion?

"Sigh... fiiiine......"

I smiled at her okay, snuck a Scenario Book peek.

Immersion fluctuated wildly.

Probably the booze.

I grinned, pulling out the ramped-up Jenga.

"Alright~, friendly buddy Nam Siu is back!"

"......U Dayoung here~!"