Absolutely No Sex With You – 33 Alcohol
Alcohol. Once it starts melting into your bloodstream with that gritty scritch-scratch feeling, it's pure bliss. A deep twelve-hour sleep. Wriggling around in bed and stretching out long and luxuriously leaves you feeling incredibly refreshed. And carrying on a forced conversation with someone who openly hates your guts... Even I, the owner of this body, get a little confused by it..., but... doesn't that feel pretty damn good too?
"You can't break... right...? You know...?"
"Yes. Yes."
The obedient Seo Woojin taking the drink right in front of me now. Every time I talk to him, a smile never left my face the whole time. My mouth corners are twitching like crazy. In Japan, in Korea. I've never met a guy who puts up such an iron wall against me like you. ...That's why. It's so much fun. On the other hand, I'm dying to know what you're really thinking deep down.
"What's wrong with S? Is it baaad...? I just wanna gobble you up, that's aaal...l."
"I don't wanna get hit. Me."
"Don't be like thaaat.... Your big sis will make you feel reeeally goood........."
"No, I'm not interested. Why don't you post about it on Twitter or something. Someone at your level would get dozens of pervs flooding your DMs begging to be stepped on."
"Pffft.... Flood of shitty DMs.... Hate that.... That's just gross, right...?"
"Haa...."
A deep breath in, then boarding a packed subway car. From my pure middle school days when my heart pounded in thrilling fear every time, to my high school years pent up in frustration because no guy quite hit the spot. Out of all the dick-swinging bastards—99% of them, like they'd made a pact—would sneak peeks at my body hidden under my uniform, then awkwardly shove their hands in their pants pockets.
But you, the same species as those guys, why do you hate me? Could it be.... You noticed what I want... and you're doing it on purpose.... ...Ahem. In Japan, there's a saying: hyōsan'yō. In Korean, it'd be jangly kimchi soup hopes.
"Woojina......"
"Yes."
"Are you... gaaay...?"
"No."
"Strong denial means strong affirmation, y'know...!"
"Who said that. Namho hyung?"
"Yup...."
"...I like girls too. You saw last time. A girl sleeping over in my place. You said you knew her through someone."
"True, but.... Smoke screen?"
"Haa...."
99% of idiots who just ogle from afar. The 0.9% who take one step further make creepy snapping sounds up close. That's fine, whatever—I can forgive that easy. It's not like staring at my body or snapping pics wears it out. Cheap price to pay for finding a decent guy.
The 0.1% who stride even further? Way more aggressive than those half-baked males. They'd drop a nauseating lifelong-commitment proposal on me. So, time to hear my answer.
...In a quiet bathroom. Just the two of us, face-to-face.
"...Got it. You like lolis, huh...."
"You drunk?"
"No, hic, that's not it.... Otherwise, passing up a chance to get freaky with a woman like me makes no sense...."
"I just don't wanna get hit by you, sunbae."
"Mmm.... Then starting slow with handcuffs maybe...."
"Haa...."
Of course, my answer always started with NO. Some were decent-looking guys who looked like total sleazebags, some were potbellied balding old creeps who looked like they had hypnosis apps, even our school's math teacher who got the worst rep from the girls. But still, NO. Just panting after my ass with their dicks out wasn't 'my type' yet.
That's just the starting line, yo-yo, and there were still mountains to climb. Looks aside, they at least needed a body like Woojin's. Handsome would be a bonus. Huge dick too... but a guy like that wouldn't ditch his whole life to grope a high school girl's tits, right? Just wishful thinking. Most importantly, once they followed me into the bathroom, they needed to stay a woman-crazed piece-of-shit game protagonist to the end.... But nope, give 'em a little scare and they all begged for mercy like simps?
If you wanna fuck some mystery lewd high schooler you meet on the commute in a park bathroom, shouldn't you get rock-hard and fight back even staring death in the face?
......Ah. Annoying. I don't need half-assed males like you.... Just die. You basic pervs who just get horny for high schoolers....
"I wanna sleep over at your place toniiight...."
"No."
"Don't be like thaaat.... Big sis'll teach you allll the good stuff...."
"...You look tired. Shall we head out?"
If that guy from the Japanese subway had been iron-wall Woojin.... He'd have fought back hard when I jumped him.... Telling me to stop, my wrists hurt so quit it, cursing me out while I licked his lips with my tongue, biting me everywhere with his teeth.... And.... eventually....
...Ehehe.... Sleepy....
22-year-old Yojora. Truth is, a guy's place for the first time.
"......"
W-whoa, kinda surprising. A guy living this tidy. I figured, y'know.... Balls of stinky tissues rolling around the floor? Lukewarm water bottles scattered with spit residue on the rims? Sex toys sticky with fluids tripping you up? Eh, even if it was like that, I wouldn't have batted an eye.... Guess I've read too many of those red-label mags. Obviously fiction.
"Yojora sunbae."
"Mmm...."
Seo Woojin speaking as he steps inside first. Maybe 'cause I ignored his blatant "get lost" vibes and pushed hard. His voice is way pricklier than when we drank together yesterday. ......My heart's pounding.
"Just to be clear upfront."
"......?"
"I have zero plans to fuck you, sunbae."
"Urk."
...W-what do you want me to do? I just asked 'wanna touch nuuuna's body?'—haven't said a word about sex yet....... Pissing me off. Should I just jump him for real.... One-room, so jumping him at the door leads straight to bed. He's a healing type transcendent anyway—if I use my power, he's done....
......
...Patience, just once. My fourth goal or whatever is do naughty stuff with Seo Woojin, but goal one is capture Seo Woojin, and the reward from Namho cutie is 30 years of Hibiki....
"Honey trap didn't work, so just look around a bit and head out."
"......"
"Orange juice by chance.... Ah, uh. You like orange juice?"
"......"
...This pisses me off too. That hard thing pressing against my lower belly from earlier is still lingering. Pretending not to notice...?
"...N-not 'cause you wanna fuck and got hard, riiight...?"
"Physiological response. Structure that gets hard when stimulated."
"......"
What was physiological response again. Rolled it around in my head before spitting it out.
"Anyway, means the honey trap worked.... right...?"
"...No."
"It diiid...."
"No."
"Nuuna's tits all squishy and you got excited and hard...."
"......"
He shot me a disgusted look for a sec, then stepped away. Hmph. I snorted through my nose and followed, kicking off my shoes to step inside. The cold floor tickles my small soles. If you didn't want this, you should've bolted to a motel from the start, dummy. Looks smart but kinda airheaded—secretly cute.
"......"
...Of course. That rough groping of my tits earlier.... That.... wasn't airheaded, exactly my taste.
This makes me start believing dumb old myths. Akai ito—maybe a red string ties my pinky to Woojin's. Maybe that's why pent-up me escaped Japan for Korea, fate's red thread pulling me. So, shouldn't I do something now.... If I miss Woojin now, no one else can satisfy my 'fetish'....
"...Ahem, hem."
I cleared my throat pointlessly and sidled right up next to Woojin heading to the kitchen. He sensed me—glared while pouring fresh orange juice into a cup. I pressed my breast softly against his forearm.... Still tingling from his rough squeeze earlier. And asked.
"...If you work with nuuuna, I could let you grope my tits like that every time we're alone...."
"No need."
"...M-more, even more maybe...? Like...."
"No need."
Poke. My pride crumples. These tits, huh? Know how popular they were in JC, JK days? Lewd meat slabs getting groped by molesters every damn subway ride....
"N-not being honest.... If you didn't need it, you wouldn't have groped so lewdly...."
"You told me to, sunbae."
"......"
Thinking back, yeah. I asked first 'wanna touch?' and he even double-checked if it was really okay to grope freely. I clamped my lips shut, eyes darting around.
"I definitely said no at first."
"...Th-that.... Um...."
"Nothing much to see in the place anyway? It's a one-room."
"......"
"Have some juice and go. No matter what you do, I ain't going back to the company."
Seo Woojin shoved the orange juice cup at me curtly. I like it decently, so I took it without a word. He brushed past me, peeling off layers of clothes....... Huh? Oh. ...J-just outerwear.
"......"
My eyes rove up and down him repeatedly. Sweet orange juice wets my throat.
...Body. Pretty nice. ...No. Really nice.
"......"
...Nice body. Aggressive tastes. Better-looking than lame molesters. And weirdly iron-walling me.... Hates me. No one to call for help no matter what 'happens'. Just us two in the room. Dick. Big. Pride.... Sky-high.
If not fate's red thread, what else could describe this?
"......Woojinaaa...."
"Yes."
"You said you'd absolutely never fuck me, right...?"
"...Yeah."
"Ah, th-that's...."
Been a while maybe. Suppress my pounding heart from tension. Same for the veins buzzing from the booze. Sigh where Woojin can't hear, calm the excitement. Set the half-empty cup in the sink. Careful, careful—not letting him catch on and bolt. Creep up slow.
And then.
Between the entrance and Woojin. Standing there, one line.
"...Gonna rape you...."
I grinned.