Hop Pub Sex (2)
The hop pub was buzzing with noise, packed to the brim. It felt like everyone from that group chat had shown up. Naturally, that split the crowd into a few distinct groups watching me. There was the central pack right around me, the ones peeking over and dying to join, and then the ones treating me like some rare zoo animal. They were all pounding drinks, but the gawkers were by far the worst.
"Senior! Let me pour you a shot!"
"Hey, you little shit! I'll pour first!"
The core group seemed packed with the ultimate popular crowd.
"Everyone shut up, it's exhausting. Just pour the damn drinks."
They all lunged to pour, making it impossible to tell if this was some formal reception or just buddies knocking back beers amid the chaos. It was impressive enough to make me think they'd crush social life.
"Everyone, sit down and drink. Quit just pouring and hovering."
I finally wrangled the mob, even with the girls piling in and swarming my sides, turning it into a total crush. Only then did they settle into their seats and start chattering away.
"But senior, you hitting the gym these days?"
"Huh? Why?"
"Nah, just... your body's looking way better."
A girl had snuck up beside me at some point, pressing close with a flirty lilt in her voice. Glancing around, she had a pretty face—total fox vibe, perfect for that sly vixen role. Her figure wasn't bad either: breasts just the right size, nicely shaped and perky enough to strain against her top. Hard to see her legs under the table, but whatever.
"Working out hard, studying hard... no flaws at all, senior."
"Hey, Yang Heejeong! Don't hog the senior all to yourself!"
"You guys have no clue! Senior's gonna have way more fun chatting with me than those grubby dudes!"
I mean, obviously a soft girl beats the rough types any day.
"We're tight-knit bros forging real bonds here!"
They passed shots back and forth like sworn brothers after two rounds. I couldn't help a smirk. These were the same assholes who'd openly ignored and trash-talked me not long ago.
"Right, senior? I poured you a drink earlier!"
"Senior, ignore those grubby guys and hang with me!"
"Hey, you slut! We wanna hang with senior too!"
Then Yang Heejeong's crew—more girls, I guess—swarmed in, encircling me en masse. Big tits, big asses, nothing wrong there. One was straight-up seductive, dressed to flash skin and jiggle her chest right in my face.
"What're you even wearing? You a hooker or something?"
"Ugh, pathetic bitch. This level of skin's normal these days."
"If you bundle up like that, what guy'd want you?"
She scooted closer, still shaking her tits while dishing advice like a mentor.
"Right, senior?"
I mean, bundled up had its own charm—peeling layers off while she squirmed in shame or whatever.
"Haha, who knows."
Of course, I couldn't say that outright. I just played it off with a vague laugh.
"But senior, where do you shop for clothes?"
"Anyone recommend stuff?"
"Your style changed so much from the start, got me curious."
"Yeah, exactly! You started dressing sharp outta nowhere—shocked us all!"
Even the guys jumped in, praising my new look. See? Thug life suited the drip. Nailed the trendy kid vibe, and it was landing.
"Just buy what catches my eye, y'know."
"But early on, it was full tracksuit mode!"
A flushed guy—drunk already?—yelled it out loud.
"Life changes your style sometimes."
Tracksuits were comfy as hell, sure, but hearing I dressed well? First time ever. Anyway, no more time to bullshit. Felt like I needed to drop a proper lesson before they got too wasted.
"If you'd dressed like that from the start, those rumors never would've blown up~"
Oh? Crossing lines now.
The crowd tensed, eyes on me. Even I was getting pissed.
Time Manipulation has been activated.
"Haa... Time Manipulation."
The dude yapping about rumors right in my face? Yeah, him too. Irritation boiled over. No apology, and now dredging up old shit.
Target Designation has been activated.
"Target Designation. All you junior punks here—minds only."
"Huh...? What the?"
"W-what's going on?"
"My body's not moving...!"
"Wh-what the hell is this?!"
Confused shouts erupted everywhere. The guy in front of me, smirking about rumors, realized something was wrong and stammered in panic.