Overwriting (1)
Overwriting (1)
The restaurant Monia had her eye on was quite decent.
It wasn't far from the office, the place was clean and quiet, and all the food we ordered was satisfying.
Was it called Kaisen-don?
I'm not a connoisseur of fine dining, and my eating habits are strictly pragmatic—I believe food is just something to be eaten cheaply and until you're full—so it was delicious enough that I felt bad about not being able to describe the taste properly.
I ate raw shrimp for the first time in my life. At first, the sticky, clinging texture made me a bit hesitant, but the sweetness and umami of the shrimp meat that I felt with every chew... oh, just....
The problem was that the price was as substantial as the taste. It's a great place to visit when you have something good to celebrate and want to treat yourself, but it was a liiittle too pricey for an office team dinner, which was a shame.
Though Monia paid for the meal today.
"It's really delicious.... Thank you."
"You need to eat well to have the energy to work, right?"
"Hm? What kind of work would I have to do?"
At my words, Monia smiled brightly and grabbed my hand.
"Well? I don't know how many dates you've been on, but... it's actually incredibly grueling and exhausting, you know?"
"Hm. That's true, yeah."
Naturally, I've never been on a date.
Home, work, home, work. Home... there's no way I, who endlessly repeated a mundane daily routine, could have had a lover.
Even in those situations, there were mutant-like guys who managed to date, but I was the type who had to fully rest and recharge at home after work, so I never even thought about dating.
...Not that I had any connections, either.
But the world is full of ways to acquire knowledge without having to experience it yourself.
Especially since people who love to blab about their love lives are everywhere, and sometimes there were couples who boasted such insane activity levels that it was confusing whether it was a date or a forced march.
Where does dating come from? It's stamina! Pure stamina!
Furthermore, for men, it's a virtue to even carry their lover's bags, and since the physical differences between men and women are distinct, not showing any signs of fatigue is the absolute basic of basics.
So, I had no choice but to nod without doubt at Monia's words.
The place we arrived at after steeling my resolve inside was...
"This is...."
"Hm? Why? Is this your first time in a place like this?"
The destination was located in an alley lined with ordinary villas, a short walk from the main road.
If it weren't for the English sign scribbled in a hard-to-read font, it would be hard to think of it as a building with any special purpose other than housing.
"Isn't this just a house?"
"Ayy, you really know nothing. Just come inside."
"Uh? Uh-huh...."
Monia grabbed my hand and, as if she were used to it, pressed the door lock password and entered the building.
After climbing up a narrow hallway in a building that was only three stories tall, an ordinary front door greeted us. Except for the fact that there was an unrecognizable English cursive script attached to it, just like before, it was no different from a regular home.
She skillfully unlocked the door again and opened it—.
"Correct. A guest house."
"Wrong. The correct answer is a party room!"
Whoo, what. It was a party room?
Wait, a party room? Does it mean a space that exists just for parties?
If it had been a guest house or an accommodation facility, I might have been a little nervous, but a party room? It feels like a somewhat exciting place.
"Party? Was today some kind of day? Ah, if it was your birthday—."
"You're such a tease, honey. Do we only have parties on special days? And besides, any day I'm on a date with you is a special day."
Monia's smiling lips were incredibly seductive.
Did I just get flirted with? Is that what that was?
Feeling strangely fluttery, I entered the room and was greeted by a living room decorated with cute and pretty trinkets (you know, the kind of things women like).
And next to that, I could see a small table, a kitchen prepared for simple cooking, and two doors divided into a room and a bathroom.
Through the slightly open door, I could see a bed that looked a bit large.
It seemed like it meant to rest if you get tired from partying.
"Alright, alright, you worked hard today. Let's sprawl out on the sofa and rest a bit."
"Wouldn't it be polite to wash up a bit and then rest?"
"So what? It's someone else's place. It's just the two of us. Wash up later."
Monia, who said that, wrapped her arms around my waist, lifted me up, and tossed me onto the sofa.
"Waaah!"
"Oh my, even your scream is so energetic?"
Monia squeezed her massive, bouncy buttocks right in front of me as I struggled on the sofa.
"Eek, there's plenty of room...."
"It's a rare occasion. I just want to stick together a little more. Can't I?"
She asked with eyes like a pitiful kitten instead of her usual seductive expression... well, whatever.
It's not like a problem will arise just because our stomachs and butts are touching. She says she likes it. Let's just endure it.
"It's not like you can't."
"Yahoo!"
Monia laughed brightly in an excited tone.
Then, she found the remote, grabbed it, and put on a decent classic movie.
Was that the original title?
A movie with a title that felt familiar yet strangely different. The faces of the lead actors were also very subtly different.
The content also felt like it had been twisted a little bit on purpose.
Does this mean it's different from the reality I lived in?
Still, the class of a classic is universal, so I was quickly absorbed in the movie.
†
The Director was quickly absorbed in the movie.
To the point where he didn't notice Monia's gaze, which was staring at him so intensely that his face might wear away.
He was naturally the most oblivious person in the world, but it was a bit sad for Monia that he didn't even notice her staring at him from almost right next to him.
But there was an advantage.
Little by little, secretly.
Monia, who had been wriggling, had moved from in front of the Director to behind him before he knew it, and now she was hugging him in her arms.
Although the Director's build was a bit small for a man, Monia's height was also quite tall, so there was a sense of stability in being tucked into her arms.
Sseup, haaaa....
Secretly. Timing it with the loud noises in the movie, Monia buried her nose in the top of the Director's head and inhaled.
Monia loved everything about the Director.
Not just his appearance, but his cool, easygoing personality and way of speaking. Even the subtle scent of sweat from not washing up was all lovely to Monia.
Then, suddenly, Monia's expression went cold.
When she lifted her head from burying her nose in his head, she saw a bluish system window.
The Director knew that to be like his business card.
'Business card, my foot.'
Where in the world would there be such a perverted business card.
[Name: Agabang Guardian
Age: 25
Gender: Female(?)
Status: Virgin
Number of experienced partners: 0 (1)▼
Number of climaxes: 17▼]
Monia was very bothered by the three lines below, even if the strangely long and annoying name was whatever.
Virgin? That's fine. No, it's actually better. It meant he was in a state where she could color all his experiences with her own colors.
But if there are no experienced partners, then there are none, so what is the meaning of the one person in parentheses?
"Oh...."
I glanced down and saw the Director, who still couldn't take his eyes off the movie. Monia, who found his expression—looking interested as if it were his first time seeing it, even though it was a fairly old movie—quite cute, chuckled and reached her hand into the air.
[Number of experienced partners: 0 (1)
▶
Sex: 0
Foreplay: 1
-Hwaran]
Hwaran's name was stuck there.
Monia had wondered, but it was indeed that bitch.
No wonder her face turned to shit when she was being affectionate with the Director. So they were already in that kind of relationship. Monia misunderstood on her own.
Even the part below was even more ridiculous.
[Number of climaxes: 17
▶
Neck: 1
Nipple: 0
Portio: 0
Clitoris: 8
Vagina: 2
G-spot: 6]
It means they did everything, sucking and licking each other.
Of course, Monia's feelings for the Director were one-sided.
She felt resentful that the Director ignored her, even though she was overflowing with love to the point of throwing away her pride and trying to smear her love everywhere, but she could understand that it wasn't conveyed since she hadn't said it directly.
Still, cheating with another bitch is a bit much, isn't it?
The strength in Monia's arms, which were hugging the Director, gradually increased.
"Ugh, Monia? What's wrong?"
"Oh my, I guess I got nervous because I was scared without realizing it."
"Scared by that?"
The Director, who had been questioning Monia's playful reaction, turned his head again to try and focus on the movie.
Ever since she saw the suspicious status window above the Director's head, Monia's mind was filled with thoughts of devouring the Director.
She just ate at the restaurant she remembered, and she didn't even remember the taste.
She wasn't watching the movie, of course.
How can she do it without being hated?
While Monia was lost in such worries, the status window suddenly disappeared and reappeared.
With completely different content.
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