Oppa, You're Hard?
Isuyen's boyfriend was the kind of man whose warmth practically dripped off him at a glance.
Same age as Isuyen, so that made him two years younger than me.
But the vibe he gave off was something else entirely.
When I looked in the mirror, I came across more like a kid than someone with a baby face. He was the complete opposite.
That older-brother energy that could wrap the whole world in a hug and make everything okay.
If Chu Yeonju got a little younger and turned into a guy, she'd probably give off roughly that same atmosphere.
"Well then, take care! Thank you so much!"
"Yeah, yeah. Head on in."
Just one smiling greeting, and Isuyen's boyfriend was already guiding her to his car with that pure "oppa" energy.
And right beside me—
"Uuuung…."
"……."
…Seon Yeonwoo was suddenly putting on a full act.
"Yeonwoo. Yeonwoo."
"Auuuung…."
What the hell was this nonsense now?
I'd encouraged her to mess around freely if she wanted, but this particular brand of "bullshit" was making my head throb and the world go dark for a second.
Anyone could see she was perfectly fine.
A woman who'd been standing there completely normal just moments ago was now clinging to my arm and nuzzling her head into my shoulder.
How was I even supposed to play along with this?
"Yeonwoo, think you can make it home?"
"……."
I gave her shoulder a light shake and asked if she could get herself home. For a tenth of a second, Seon Yeonwoo's eyes went sharp and clear as she looked me over.
Then—
"Auuuung…."
"……."
She went right back to pretending she was wasted, rubbing her little head against my shoulder again.
She wanted me to take her home, obviously.
I was curious what kind of game she was playing this time, so I carefully headed back toward the company building with her.
The problem started right there.
"…This isn't going to work."
It was only a little past eight—not that late.
There were still plenty of people inside the building, and more than a few just now clocking out.
Seon Yeonwoo's face was one of the most famous in the entire company. Having a girl like that already this drunk…
And the guy she was hanging all over was me. If anyone spotted us, who knew what kind of ridiculous rumors would start flying later.
No choice.
I steered us toward the emergency stairs where we'd be least likely to run into anyone, carefully guiding Seon Yeonwoo until we made it inside.
Seon Yeonwoo was so small and slight that she barely weighed anything. Getting her to walk "like a person" wasn't all that hard… or at least, saying that made it sound like I was overestimating my own strength.
She wasn't actually drunk—just pretending—so even half-conscious she was still moving her own feet.
How did I know? Because a real blackout drunk, no matter how light they are, is a nightmare to drag around.
Anyway.
Creeeak… thud—
We stepped into the same emergency stairwell where An Jihye had blown me last time, and that's when the next problem hit.
"Uuuuuung…."
"……."
Stairs.
We'd made it somewhere no one would see us, so from here on Seon Yeonwoo had zero intention of moving under her own power.
On flat ground maybe, but stairs were dangerous if you half-assed the walking. One wrong step and someone could get seriously hurt.
The proper way was either bridal-carry her down or piggyback her.
"Haa… Yeonwoo. Yeonwoo, snap out of it a little."
"Uuuaau…."
"…Yeonwoo, can you hop on my back?"
"……."
The second I asked if she could ride piggyback, a spark of clarity flashed through the eyes of the girl who'd been throwing a full tantrum just a second ago.
Then she wriggled around and climbed onto my back.
Flattery only tastes good when you lay it on thick.
Same principle here—when someone goes this hard into being a complete brat, it somehow doesn't feel that annoying.
Or maybe it was just because it was Seon Yeonwoo.
As for why I wasn't finding her annoying right now… I honestly couldn't say how much weight that first theory carried.
But the second reason?
I could state that one with absolute certainty.
Sliiiide…
"Uuuuung…."
"……."
Seon Yeonwoo's chest pressing firmly into my back.
The soft feel of her thighs under my hands as I hooked my arms under her legs to keep her secure.
And that strange little voice she was letting out with her chin resting on my shoulder…
"Hoooo…."
…her breath.
She was going all out.
Seon Yeonwoo rested her chin on my shoulder and started deliberately blowing warm air into my ear.
That weird, ticklish sensation when air hits your ear canal.
Yeah—sensation, pure and simple.
Having Seon Yeonwoo on my back already felt good, but with that hot breath in my ear on top of it… carrying even a light girl down stairs isn't easy, and this made it so much worse.
And the arms that were supposed to be wrapped around my neck for support? She was deliberately brushing her hands over my chest, little by little.
Still, somehow.
With a series of thud-thud-thud steps, I made it all the way down to the underground parking garage and right up to my car.
…And once we got here, it was one mountain after another—because getting Seon Yeonwoo into the car was its own problem.
First things first.
Opening the door itself wasn't that hard.
I pressed the button on the handle to unlock it.
Bent forward sharply so her weight settled fully onto my back.
Then shot one hand out fast and yanked the handle.
With a click the door swung open… and after some more awkward maneuvering, I finally managed to get Seon Yeonwoo into the passenger seat.
"Hoooo…."
No matter how light she was, even at the absolute bare minimum she had to weigh at least forty kilos… lugging that weight down the stairs and everything else had me sweating.
And I was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday after the motel with An Jihye.
"Sniff. Gonna smell, huh."
Even as I said it, I wiped the sweat off my forehead with my sleeve and climbed into the driver's seat.
Started the engine.
Turned the A/C on first.
Punched in Seon Yeonwoo's home address from last time.
"Ah."
And the seatbelt.
Looked like I'd have to buckle her in myself… carefully, I reached across her body and grabbed the belt.
With a soft shhhk it came free into my hand, then a solid click! as it locked into place.
"Hooo…."
Now all that was left was to drive.
The thought made me let out a long breath without meaning to, and I glanced sideways.
Seon Yeonwoo had her head turned toward the window…
"……."
"……."
…but I could tell exactly what she was thinking.
To anyone else she might've looked like a drunk girl who'd passed out, but I could see her face clearly in the glass—giggling to herself.
It was so ridiculous I snorted a laugh and slowly pulled out toward her place.
Past rush hour, the roads weren't bad at all. About fifteen minutes later we arrived in front of Seon Yeonwoo's house.
And that's where the final hurdle waited.
"Yeonwoo."
"……."
"…Yeonwoo, we're at your place."
Thinking about it…
Even if I brought her all the way to her front door, if she didn't get up it was completely useless.
I didn't know exactly which unit was hers, and even if I did, carrying her inside would be an absolute disaster waiting to happen.
…So what exactly was Seon Yeonwoo's plan here?
Was she hoping I'd feel her up while she was "asleep" from the alcohol?
No way. She wasn't that crazy.
Still, something… she'd clearly gotten some dirty ideas looking at me and wanted to turn them into a game.
First things first.
Click—!
I unbuckled her seatbelt.
Pat-pat—
"Yeonwoo."
I lightly tapped the shoulder of the girl still pretending to sleep, making a show of waking her.
She seemed to realize she couldn't just keep lying there forever either.
"…Oppa."
Eyes half-open, she suddenly called for her oppa out of nowhere.
…Obviously acting too.
I had to play along with Seon Yeonwoo's performance, so I went back to gently shaking her shoulder like I was trying to sober her up.
But then—
Grab!
Seon Yeonwoo snatched my wrist in a flash and pulled it to her cheek.
Sliiiide…
Even if she wasn't truly drunk, she had still been drinking, so her cheek was pretty warm.
But something even hotter than that cheek…
"Oppaaa…."
Was Seon Yeonwoo's gaze.
Whatever was going through her head, she was calling me oppa with those heated eyes, and combined with that sly little smile… despite her youthful face, she looked pretty damn seductive.
Then Seon Yeonwoo yanked my wrist toward her and threw herself at me at the same time.
With a soft thud she landed in my arms and started rubbing her face all over my chest with little rub-rub-rub sounds.
…It's gonna smell like sweat, you know.
"……."
"…Yeonwoo?"
If I listened carefully, from down below I could hear the soft sniff-sniff-sniff of Seon Yeonwoo smelling me.
…Luckily it must not have been that bad, because she just kept nuzzling into my chest and calling for her oppa.
When I still didn't give her the reaction she wanted, she popped her face up with a sound like pop! and let her irritation show plain as day.
Then… that sly expression came right back.
"Oppa smells nice."
"No, Yeonwoo—"
"Uuung, Yeonwoo. Yeonwoo."
"…Yeonwoo, is it okay if we meet again tomorrow?"
"……."
For a second she seemed to forget she was supposed to be acting.
That seductive, sly smile vanished and pure fluster showed through.
But like she was trying to hide it, she slammed her face back into my chest with a loud thump!
She sniffed around some more, all damp and warm…
"Hnnngh…."
And started swaying like she really was drunk.
Like a snake.
Slowly, wriggling, she dragged the face that had been pressed to my chest upward…
"…Lick—."
And licked my neck.
I was the sunbae who let Seon Yeonwoo do whatever she wanted, after all.
"Y-Yeonwoo."
I put on a flustered act, but I didn't push her body away. Instead I even leaned my chest forward a little, giving her free rein to play as much as she liked.
…Having Seon Yeonwoo lick my neck felt pretty good, honestly.
"Lick… suck, slurp… lick, smooch…."
But there was a height difference.
And we weren't exactly pressed right up against each other—the center console put some distance between us—so keeping her mouth on my neck was clearly starting to strain her.
So.
She planted her left hand on the driver's headrest and her right hand on my right thigh.
Using both hands as supports, she tried to climb fully over onto me… but because she was still licking my neck, her positioning was off.
Thud—!
"Ugh!"
Her right hand slipped, she lost her balance, and instead of just leaning over she ended up completely on top of me.
The sudden impact must have startled her too.
"……."
"……."
Forgetting the drunk act entirely, Seon Yeonwoo just blinked at me with a startled face.
But then—
"Hnnngh…."
That leisurely, knowing expression returned, and I understood why immediately.
Seon Yeonwoo pushed herself up with her right arm, brought her lips to my ear, and whispered softly.
"…Oppa, you're hard?"
While slowly, deliberately rubbing the cock her slipping hand had landed on.