The One-Day Slave
What is the happiest day of the week?
Most people would answer Friday.
Because it’s the weekend the next day, you can stay up late, and you can sleep in the following morning.
And for college students...
They love Fridays because they can lose their minds and drink to their heart's content.
Not that you can’t drink on other days.
But they say the alcohol tastes sweeter on a Friday.
Of course, I don’t like drinking, so that’s a concept I don’t quite understand.
Whether it’s soju on a Monday.
Or soju on a Friday.
The bitterness is exactly the same.
I’m in my early twenties, the most beautiful age of my life.
As a fresh, vibrant female college student, the place where I spend my Friday nights burning with passion is at home.
Not a bar.
Not a club.
Home.
I get messages every Friday asking me to go out for drinks or to grab something delicious to eat, but I’m a homebody, so I prefer playing games at home.
But today is different.
“Shall we go?”
I climbed on top of Siho, who was lying on the bed playing with his phone.
-Creak, creak.
The bed swayed every time I shifted my hips.
“Not yet. Wait.”
Siho was busy texting his group project members about an assignment.
“But I want to go already...”
I swiveled my waist, rubbing my butt against his lower abdomen.
“No rushing.”
“I said I want to go now.”
When I shook my hips more aggressively, Siho finally put his phone down.
“Fine. Let’s go, let’s go.”
Siho’s hands gripped my waist.
It felt like he was about to shake and use me like a fleshlight at any moment.
That was just my own delusion, of course.
“Trust this noona again today.”
I climbed off him.
“What noona.”
“By birth date, I am your noona.”
I was born in May, and Siho was born in December.
“The way you act, you’re more like a little sister.”
Siho shook his head and threw on his hoodie.
It was past nine in the evening.
We headed out.
To enjoy our Friday night with passion.
“Are we playing ranked?”
“With the tier gap between us being heaven and earth? No way.”
The place we came to burn up our Friday night was the local PC bang.
“I’m going mid today.”
“Whoa, look at this Bronze player.”
“Stop the Bronze hate.”
Spending time playing games is no different from any other Friday, but the location is different.
It’s a PC bang, not home.
Some might wonder, Why go all the way there when you have a high-spec computer at home?
The atmosphere is different.
There’s a unique, fun vibe to a PC bang.
If you get bored of one game, you can try various others, and if you get hungry, you can order delicious food.
“Are you ordering food?”
“Something to drink. This place is famous for its misugaru (roasted grain powder shake).”
What happened that day eventually just fizzled out.
Neither of us tried to bring up what happened that night first.
It was too late to bring it up, and even if we did, it would only make things awkward, so we both refrained.
I acted like I didn’t remember.
Siho acted like nothing had happened.
We were lying to each other and living like we always had.
However.
As time passed, my worries only grew.
I couldn’t understand Siho’s behavior.
Wasn’t it just an impulsive act?
If I were a man, I think I wouldn’t have been able to hold back and would have lunged at those breasts in that situation.
In the end, this guy is a man, after all.
That’s what I’ve decided to think about that day. Or rather, I’m trying to think that way.
“Want a sip?”
“Yeah.”
While waiting for a normal game queue, we shared the misugaru.
Sucking on the same straw.
Slurping on a straw covered in each other’s saliva.
We didn’t care about that.
We could have made a fuss about it being an indirect kiss, but we’d been immune to that kind of drama since elementary school.
“This misugaru is good.”
“Right?”
It wasn’t my shop, and I wasn’t the one who made it, but I felt strangely proud.
“Ah! Come mid!”
“I have to help top first!”
“Why are you going back to a lost lane just to die again!”
We bickered while playing. It was our daily routine.
This game emphasizes team cooperation and teamwork.
Just hearing that, you’d think it would be a heartwarming game, but the atmosphere usually turns vicious.
Some people ask about your parents’ well-being.
Some people say their mental has shattered and just leave the game.
Some people mindlessly feed the enemy team.
It’s a 5 vs 5 game.
But to me, it feels like a 1 vs 9 game.
“Carry~”
Even though we bickered and fought in between, we eventually destroyed the Nexus and won.
Then the atmosphere becomes heartwarming.
Even if we fought throughout the game, we praise each other and say good job.
“Your ultimate at the end was insane, right?”
“You opened that team fight well.”
“It was all thanks to our jungler’s follow-up.”
We had our own praise time, too.
We played a few more normal games and even one round of ARAM.
Final record.
7 games, 5 wins, 2 losses.
That’s excellent.
“B-long sniper match, go?”
“Go.”
Just as we were getting bored of that game, we switched to another.
Since we’ve been playing games together since we were kids, Siho and I have similar tastes and have dabbled in almost every online game at least once.
“Ramen bet?”
“Is ramen enough?”
Siho thought for a moment, then grinned as if he had a fun idea.
“How about a one-day slave bet for old times’ sake?”
We used to do this a lot in school.
The loser of the bet becomes a one-day slave and has to do whatever the master says.
We usually made each other carry bags, buy drinks, pay for dinner, massage shoulders, do dishes, clean, and things like that.
But now that we’re adults, it would be different.
At least, I am different.
I wouldn’t make him do such trivial things.
“Go.”
I accepted.
“Are you confident?”
“I’m confident.”
“You know I’m better at FPS, right?”
“Stop the bullshit. I’m better at FPS, too.”
Overall, I’m better at games.
Still, the area where our skills are most evenly matched is FPS games.
Our kill-death ratios are similar.
“How many rounds?”
“Best of three.”
“Don’t be a sore loser and ask for another round after you lose.”
We started the game.
We both stood at B-long, holding the traditional TRG-21.
-Bang!
A heavy gunshot rang out, and I could hear the bullet whizzing past my ear.
-Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sniper duel, which should have ended coolly with a single shot, dragged on.
A battle of equals.
Our hands were moving frantically, but we couldn’t hit each other at all.
Not even a half-shot.
Then.
“Yay!”
I scored the first point.
“Headshot, headshot!”
“Come right at me.”
“Headshot!”
Having scored the first point, I wiggled my butt and stood at long again.
And at that moment.
-Boom!
My character was blown to bits by a grenade.
“So low.”
“Grenades are a foul!”
“You should have set the rules before we started.”
“Wow...”
“So low.”
Is that how you want to play?
Well, I have a plan, too.
1:1
With only one point left to decide the winner.
If I win, I become the master; if I lose, I become the slave.
Losing on purpose to become a slave might be nice, but Siho isn’t the type to give lewd orders just because I’m a slave.
Of course, even if I became the master, I wouldn’t be able to give lewd orders like, “Take out your dick so I can taste it!” either...
But still, I could at least satisfy my own selfish desires.
I pulled the trigger.
-Bang!
With the very first shot, I pierced Siho’s head exactly.
“Ah!”
Siho stared at me with his mouth half-open, looking flustered.
“I won~”
The strategy I chose was to go through the side path called ‘Dalbang’ and shoot the idiot who was looking straight ahead.
“Hey, that’s a foul!”
“A foul? Did we set such rules before we started?”
“Wow... wow...!”
Watching Siho seethe, I chuckled.
“Dol-soe.”
“Wow... seriously...”
“Dol-soe. Your mistress is calling, why aren’t you answering?”
“Yes, yes, Mistress.”
Siho rested his chin on his hand and answered half-heartedly.
“My shoulders are stiff. Give them a nice, refreshing massage.”
“Haa... okay.”
Siho got up and started massaging my shoulders.
The slave rights are used immediately upon winning, and since it was past midnight, I could work Siho like a slave for over 20 hours.
“Don’t just use force, massage me with care, you jerk.”
“Yes, yes.”
“Only answer once.”
“Yes.”
It felt refreshing.
Siho pressed his fingertips into my shoulders, kneading them.
Then.
It was the moment Siho’s hand pressed firmly against the back of my neck.
“Augh... hup!”
My body shuddered, and against my will, an embarrassing nasal sound escaped me.
I was so startled that I covered my mouth with both hands.
My face burned hot.
Siho froze with his hand still on my neck.
“...Why are you making such weird noises!”
Siho slapped the back of my neck.
“Ow!”
I clutched my stinging neck with my hand.
“A slave dares to hit their master?”
We bickered and continued the game.
But I couldn’t focus on the game.
“Shall we head out?”
“Let’s. I’m tired.”
3:00 AM.
We had planned to go until morning, but we were sleepy, and the atmosphere had become a bit awkward after I made that weird noise.
We walked down the night streets.
As we walked, talking about our gameplay, the atmosphere loosened up a bit.
“The person who brings it up first always loses, right?”
“Exactly.”
“Anyway, since I’m the one-day slave master, look forward to it. I’m going to work you like a dog all day.”
We had almost reached our apartment building when.
“...”
“...”
Siho and I, who had been chatting happily, shut our mouths and stopped in our tracks.
The cause was a couple.
Under the streetlight.
As if they were filming a romance movie, the man and woman were stuck together, kissing.
Their heavy breathing was audible.
The man was holding the woman’s waist with his left arm and kneading her butt with his right.
The woman was clinging to him, working hard at sucking on his tongue.
They were so lost in their own world, they didn’t even know we were there.
“...Let’s just go quietly without disturbing them.”
“...Y-yeah.”
We bowed our heads and walked past them quietly.
Even as we passed, those two were busy kissing like animals.
“I-if they’re going to do that, they should just go to a motel... haha.”
“For real.”
The time spent riding the elevator up was truly awkward.
We had finally made the atmosphere light, but now it was heavy again.
“Well, goodnight.”
“Yeah.”
Siho said goodbye first and went into his place.
I hesitated for a moment, then shook my head and went into my own home.
* * *
“I thought I was going to die from the awkwardness...”
As soon as I entered, I let my shoulders slump.
Why were they kissing on the street like that...
Because of that, I was reminded of Choa’s breasts, which I had barely managed to forget.
“Haa...”
The moment I took off my shoes and stepped into the living room.
-Beep! Beep-beep-beep-beep!
Someone was pressing the keypad on my front door.
A moment later, the lock clicked open, and the door swung wide.
I turned around.
Standing there, hands behind her back, was Choa.
“...Why?”
The hallway light shone on Choa like a spotlight.
Choa tilted her head up slightly and looked at me.
Then, she parted her dry lips carefully.
“...Let’s sleep together for the first time in a while.”
Gulp.
The sound of me swallowing.
It wasn’t my own sound.
“That’s an order.”