Alcohol is the Culprit... It's Sinful...
“Pfft!”
I couldn’t help but snort with laughter. Damn... my pride’s taking a hit...
Right after getting approval for the chat sponsorship system and firing up the stream, videos, chats, and sponsorships were flooding in nonstop. It seemed like a mashup of something like the Twitch superchats from my old world and this thing called Dona, letting people send video sponsorships too.
That’s why all these weird clips—like a raccoon doing a half-assed somersault kick on a sloth—kept pouring in via video sponsorships.
I barely held it together, but it burst out at the weirdest spot.
No wonder streamers only enable video sponsorships during chill just-chatting streams. I was in the middle of a game stream, but these video sponsorships were killing my focus.
“Whoa, whoaaa!”
The game I was playing was Jump Up, an obby-style game where you climb by jumping. One slip-up and you’re right back to the start point, infamously called the primordial village. It demanded total concentration.
“Damn...”
I remembered being so close to the top, but I fell back to the primordial village? Yeah, I’m definitely turning off video sponsorships for the next game stream. This was my first stream with sponsorships open, so I’d left it on, but holy shit, zero focus.
“Hah! Hah! I... I did it!”
“Porters, did you see that? Your hero Ju Ae-ri is the victor!”
I finally cleared Jump Up. I lost count after falling about ten times to the primordial village, but hey, I did it—that’s what matters, right?
“Time flew by already. Anyway, porters, tomorrow we’ve got a collab with a special guest, so keep that in mind.”
“That’s it for today’s stream, porters. Stay safe so you don’t get banned, thanks for the energy today, and have a hopeful tomorrow.”
> [Stream Ended]
“Haa... that was exhausting.”
Glancing at the time, it was almost 9 PM. I swear I started at noon—nine hours on Jump Up?
“Gotta cut back on jump games.”
Better than horror games, but still draining in its own way.
Aeri. Message from Duk-cheol. Shall I check it?
“Hm? From Duk-cheol? Let’s see.”
“Celebratory shot, huh... No reason to say no. H.E.R.A, reply that I’m down.”
Got it.
Ding-dong!
“Come on in, Duk-cheol.”
“Hard work out there, Miss Aeri.”
“You too, managing chat and all.”
I welcomed Duk-cheol, who’d brought simple drinking snacks and booze. We set up the table and sat down.
“Then, to the prosperity of future streams, cheers.”
“Sounds good.”
Clink!
Kkuu... Been a while since I drank—goes down smooth.
“Tomorrow’s collab’s got me nervous. I joined Jung-woo’s stream before, but a proper collab’s my first.”
“Don’t worry too much, Miss Aeri. I’ll handle any nasty chats. Boss said just do it without pressure.”
“Thanks for the encouragement. One more cheers!”
The drinks kept flowing. I’d asked H.E.R.A to disable the nanomachine’s alcohol breakdown, so my head was starting to spin.
“Hic! Duk-cheol... hic! How’d you end up working for Jung-woo?”
“I’ve served Boss since I was a kid. My dad was close to his dad, so it was natural.”
“Hic! So you two are tight.”
“Tight? Yeah, you could say that.”
What’s this weird feeling watching Duk-cheol talk about Lee Jung-woo? I started it, but I wished he’d talk about me instead? Strange vibe.
“Hic! Booze is out. I’ll grab more.”
Standing up for more drinks, a wave of dizziness hit, and I stumbled.
“Miss Aeri!”
Thud!
Duk-cheol caught me as I staggered, but it turned into me pinning him from above.
“Duk-cheol...”
That’s when the last thread of my reason snapped.
Duk-cheol figured Aeri was just blackout drunk. He thought he’d get up and put her to bed, but her next move left him flustered.
“Mmmph♥”
Aeri suddenly pressed her lips to his. Stunned by the surprise attack, Duk-cheol could only gape.
“Duk-cheol... you’re cute.”
At her words, Duk-cheol felt his face heat up. Cute? Him? Had anyone ever called this burly guy cute?
“I’m not cu—”
His words were cut off by Aeri’s next move.
“It’s hot.”
She stripped off her clothes. Her eyes gleamed like a predator eyeing prey.
“M-Miss Aeri. You’re drunk. Time to stop...”
“Stop? I’m just getting started.”
With nanomachines off, the booze had maxed out her intoxication, shredding her reason. Duk-cheol decided he had to force her to bed, but her strength was surprisingly fierce.
“Don’t you have a collab with Boss and Mi-yeon tomorrow? You need to sleep...”
“With me here, why bring up other girls? Focus on me right now.”
“Huh?”
“Thinking of you like this... I’m already wet.”
Duk-cheol tried to look away as she ditched her bottoms too, but she grabbed his head.
“Don’t look away. Look at me.”
“M-Miss Aeri...”
Aeri shoved him onto the bed and yanked off his pants. He resisted, but couldn’t stop her determination.
“Time to repay our kind, reliable, and cute Duk-cheol who always saves me in danger.”
“Miss Aeri, this is!”
She started stroking his cock. Despite his reason, instinct kicked in at her warm touch, and it stood erect.
“Duk-cheol, even this is impressively huge.”
Words sober Aeri would never say flowed freely from drunk Aeri. She was smashed, no doubt.
“Let’s taste Duk-cheol’s cock.”
No foreplay—just straight to it. Straddling him, Aeri lowered her hips.
“Haaah♥”
“Ngh♥”
Aeri’s moan and Duk-cheol’s gasp at her warm pussy clenching his cock echoed in the room. He saw virgin blood trickling from her.
For a split second, a weird thought hit him. Oh, she was a virgin. And I’m the one who took it—not some other guy.
Yu Duk-cheol, what the hell are you thinking!
He tried to regain reason, but as Aeri kept moving her hips, he got swept up in the heat.
“Nghhh♥ Your cock’s hitting all the way in♥”
“Ngh♥ Miss Aeri!”
The room filled with a woman lost to lust and a man losing his, their heat spreading as flesh slapped flesh.
“Kuuuh♥ Haaah♥”
“Miss Aeri. We should pull out soon...”
Climax building, Duk-cheol suggested pulling out.
“Haaah♥ Pull out? Cum inside♥ Fill me with yours♥”
Nanomachines would handle birth control, but... With Aeri not letting go, he ended up creampieing her.
Spurt—!
Splurt splurt—!
Duk-cheol’s cum flooded Aeri’s womb.
“Hiaaaah♥”
“Nguuuh♥”
“It’s so full♥ Still spurting♥”
“We gotta stop now...”
Finally regaining some sense, Duk-cheol tried to end it, but Aeri wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear.
“Stop? We’re just starting♥”
Their night seemed far from over.
The next day.
“Ugh... my head. When’d I pass out?”
I remembered downing two bottles with Duk-cheol, but after that was fuzzy.
“Water...”
Throat parched, I chugged from the fridge and spotted something on the table.
Miss Aeri, eat a hearty breakfast to settle your stomach. Prepared bean sprout soup and sides. Warm up the soup.
— Duk-cheol
Rice, sides, and a pot of bean sprout soup on the induction cooker.
“Why’d he go this far... Huh?”
Thinking of Duk-cheol’s kindness triggered memories of last night. Me saying stuff I’d never say sober, pouncing on him—it all overlapped.
“Eek?!”
My face burned crimson.
“I’m insane! Why’d I do that! Ju Ae-ri, are you actually crazy?!”
Can’t undo the past. How am I supposed to face Duk-cheol now?! This is why booze is the problem.
Alcohol numbs your reason.
“Ughhh... Alcohol’s the sin... the sin!”
Never drinking again... damn it...