The Goddess of the Department and the Mint-Choco Nightmare
Before heading to Kim Eunha’s one-room apartment, I stopped by the convenience store to grab some snacks while watching TV. I picked up a can of beer and scanned the snack aisle, then asked her, “Anything you want to eat?”
“Anything’s fine.”
Her reply was so half-hearted it was clear she didn’t care what we got. “Really?”
Hearing Kim Eunha say “anything,” I grabbed a bag of cookies labeled [Spicy Chicken Flavor Mint Chocolate Cream Sandwich]. It was a horrifying hybrid that would make even mint-chocolate lovers scream in terror. The moment she saw it, her eyes widened in horror.
“Are you crazy? Why would you pick that?”
“You said anything was fine. This looks pretty good.”
“There are limits to ‘anything’! Who the hell would think that tastes good!”
In the end, she retracted her “anything” statement and started picking out the snacks herself. Too bad. They looked delicious.
After Kim Eunha selected a few bags, we headed to the register.
“I’ll take these, please.”
“Yes, that’ll be… uh, whoa…”
The part-timer, who had been half-dozing, snapped awake the second he saw Kim Eunha’s face. Then his eyes landed on me and widened even more. A completely ordinary-looking guy showing up with an insanely beautiful woman—his gaze was dripping with envy.
To make it clear we weren’t just regular friends, she was clinging to my hand like she never wanted to let go. And since it was the middle of the night and we were buying alcohol together, he could probably guess what was going on. He stared at us with pure jealousy.
“Aren’t you going to ring us up?”
“Ah, sorry. Just a moment.”
Kim Eunha confidently handed over the money I’d given her and paid. The part-timer’s eyes grew even more envious, realizing this goddess was even paying for the guy. Right up until we left the store, his stare was soaked in bitter envy.
“Come in.”
Still holding Kim Eunha’s hand, I stepped into her room. It was a perfectly ordinary female college student’s space. The only unusual thing was a half-eaten cake sitting on the desk.
While I looked around and set out the beer and snacks we’d bought, she changed into comfortable clothes. Even though I was right there, she didn’t bother hiding. She simply stripped. Whether she thought I was safe or because I’d already seen everything, she didn’t seem to mind my gaze at all.
She did, however, motion for me to look away when it came time to change her panties—still embarrassed about that much.
Once she’d finished changing, she sat down right beside me and grabbed my hand again.
“Anything you want to watch?”
“Anything.”
Hearing my “anything,” she stopped on a random channel—clearly getting revenge for earlier. It was a historical drama featuring a handsome male celebrity. At first glance, it looked boring as hell.
“You like that kind of celebrity?”
“I’m not really into guys who look like they’d collapse after one punch. Too scrawny.”
The drama was so bad it was hard to call it entertaining even as a joke. It was some kind of fusion historical piece, but the lead actors’ terrible acting was so awful I was convinced I could do better. It was obviously a low-budget B-movie cast mostly for looks rather than talent. The supporting actors were doing their best, but with the main cast that terrible, the show had no hope of being any good.
Kim Eunha stared blankly at the TV with an expression that made it impossible to tell if she was actually watching, sipping her beer the whole time. Even so, she never let go of my hand.
Eventually the drama ended, the clock struck twelve, and the date changed. I started to get up to go to the bathroom, but Kim Eunha reacted like I’d announced I was abandoning her.
“Where are you going!”
“Just the bathroom. I’ll be quick.”
“…Hurry back.”
Even though midnight had passed, she clearly had no intention of letting me go. The moment I returned, she grabbed my hand again.
“Are you scared to be alone?”
“W-who said I was scared! I’m just… a little anxious, that’s all.”
“If you’re scared to be alone, why don’t you call a friend?”
“What if I get kidnapped while I’m with them!”
I’d thought she was doing okay, but it seemed pretty severe. She was trying to act calm, but the fear of being kidnapped again was still deeply rooted.
Realizing how abnormal her own behavior was, Kim Eunha let out a small sigh.
“Haah… I’ll be fine once morning comes, so just stay with me tonight, okay?”
Apparently planning to watch TV until dawn, she switched over to Netflix and started browsing movies. She scrolled through foreign action films and picked one that obviously involved a kidnapping and rescue. It was packed with elements that could trigger her trauma, but she seemed determined to overcome it and watched in silence.
When a slower part of the movie came on, I asked her about her plans going forward.
“Are you going to keep doing the rental girlfriend thing?”
It was similar to the question I’d asked that morning, but her answer was completely different this time.
“Are you insane?”
“See? You should’ve listened to me.”
“Shut up. I’m regretting it so much that if I could go back to this morning, I’d do anything. Anything.”
She said “this morning,” not yesterday. So she didn’t regret meeting me, at least.
“Then are you going to look for another part-time job?”
“I’m thinking about it. This time I’ll find something safe and normal.”
“Then how about working weekends at our café?”
“If I do that… w-wait, I mean… will you keep staying with me, Oppa?”
“I won’t be there the whole time, but if you call me, I’ll come running right away, no matter where I am.”
“…I’ll think about it.”
Kim Eunha seemed to consider the offer favorably. I figured her anxiety had calmed down a bit, so I tried to get her to release my hand.
“I’m not going anywhere now, so can you let go of my hand?”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay.”
Kim Eunha finally loosened her grip. Instead, she slid between my legs where I sat on the floor and leaned back against me like I was a chair. Her back pressed against my stomach, and her hips gently settled against my lower abdomen.
“Is this uncomfortable?”
“No, it’s fine.”
To help ease her anxiety, I wrapped my arms around her waist in a back hug. Even as my hands gently stroked her belly, Kim Eunha didn’t react much. We continued watching the movie like that.
The film was slowly building toward its climax. The protagonist grabbed a gun and stormed the enemy base to rescue the kidnapped woman. When a scene similar to what she’d experienced appeared, Kim Eunha squeezed my hand tightly and watched with intense focus.
Eventually the hero ruthlessly crushed all his enemies. After defeating the final boss, he approached the woman. Amid roaring flames, he successfully rescued her and shared a passionate kiss. A full thirty seconds of deep, sensual kissing.
I thought that was the end, but it immediately cut to a full-blown sex scene.
When the two naked figures started rolling around on screen, Kim Eunha froze in shock.
“W-wait, what?”
I’d assumed it was a 19+ action movie because of the usual gunfights and violence, but it turned out to have a surprisingly explicit love scene. While it didn’t show the actual genitals, her breasts were fully visible without mosaics, and sweet, rough moans filled the room. The direct acts were covered, but the actors’ movements and expressions made it rival any adult video.
Kim Eunha, who had been watching seriously, suddenly started squirming in embarrassment when the erotic scene began. Her soft hips rubbed against me unintentionally, stimulating my lower body.
I’d already been a little aroused from the steamy scene on screen, and now her ass was grinding against me. I couldn’t hold back—my body started to react and grow harder.
Kim Eunha must have noticed, because she tried to pull her hips back slightly. But that only made things worse. Without the pressure holding it down, it swelled even more, poking insistently against her backside.
She pretended to ignore it and kept watching the movie. The sex scene ended, and the heroine smiled with pure happiness. It was such a carefree, radiant smile that it was hard to believe she’d just been kidnapped moments earlier.
Watching her, Kim Eunha looked on with clear envy.
“If I had sex that felt that good… could I smile like her too?”
“Um…”
I hesitated, unsure what to say. Before I could answer, she acted first.
Just like in the movie, her lips crashed into mine in a deep kiss. Even though she’d insisted kissing wasn’t allowed and had never done it before, she must have learned from somewhere—she moved her tongue eagerly, kissing me with surprising skill.
When our lips finally parted, she spoke.
“We promised one hour of rental girlfriend service per day, right?”
I had rented her that morning, but midnight had passed and the date had changed. Kim Eunha looked straight into my eyes and whispered,
“Just for tonight… instead of being your rental girlfriend, I’ll be your real girlfriend.”