Naked Bus Tour
"No, folks, this is really the first time we've had a case like this."
"If you're going to pull something like this, it's going to be a problem."
"……"
Still, it looked like my threat had really sunk in. Even as the others kept nagging her to put some clothes on, she stubbornly ignored them. Impressive resolve. Had I gone overboard with the intimidation level? You can't fine-tune a threat if you've never actually made one before. I guess I need to practice this shit more diligently and polish it up.
"Hey, answer me!"
The guide, who'd been nothing but sweet and patient the whole tour, finally snapped and raised her voice.
"Leave me alone! I don't give a damn anyway!"
"No, it's annoying as hell—for me!"
The crazy bitch's shrill voice filled the bus. Yoonah kept staring at me, but I just played dumb and ignored her.
"You're really not involved?"
"I told you, no. You really can't trust me, huh?"
"You need to stop being such a womanizer."
Honestly, I had nothing to say to that. There was that overly polite blonde who texted me every day even when I didn't meet up with her. And the women I'd banged so far? Not exactly a short list. Hah, self-inflicted wound, I guess.
"……"
But I'd never done it with another girl when Yoonah was around. That much was true.
"Ah, seriously... Haa... Let's just keep going for now."
Seeing the guide sigh like that, I felt a twinge of pity. But that was it. Wasn't I kinda disrupting things now that we'd gotten a bit friendly? Hey, a little consideration, I thought, shooting a subtle glance at the crazy bitch.
'Put your clothes on to get off. Take 'em off after.'
I wasn't sure if she'd get it.
"……"
Our eyes met, and she shuddered a little. She got the message, at least somewhat. Like she'd heard me, she suddenly grabbed her clothes and started putting them on. Only then did the guide's expression soften a bit. Mmm. Gotta give her this much service, right?
If she couldn't understand even that, I'd just whisper to her secretly when we got off. "No biggie if you ignore everyone else."
"Ah, seriously... What a massive pain in the ass."
Gijun, the energetic, friendly big-dog type who'd been all smiles and kindness, muttered in annoyance. Everyone was starting to side against her now. The crazy bitch started sniffling like she might cry, but whatever. Not my problem. She wasn't on my side anyway.
"This is Takshin Hall. I recommend checking out the inside, and there's a birch forest path behind it—perfect for a stroll and some great photo ops."
We arrived right on schedule, and everyone started getting off one by one. Yoonah hopped out first, probably sick of the stuffy air in the bus. As the crazy bitch tried to just walk out like that, I whispered casually as I passed.
"Stay naked outside. Clothes on only in the bus."
Her body jerked at my words as she was about to step off.
"Whoa, the air out here is amazing!"
"Yeah, it was stuffy in there. Feels good now."
Being a small group meant we were all buddy-buddy and free to do our thing, which was nice. But the small bus made the air feel even stuffier.
"Takshin Hall first, then the birch forest path?"
The guide had recovered her pep and was now basically treating the crazy bitch like she didn't exist. Whether she got off or stayed, the guide chatted with us and nodded along. As we listened to her explanation of Takshin Hall and wandered inside...
"Kyaaak!"
Chaotic screams from the staff echoed out. Probably the naked crazy bitch barging in. They were yelling something in Japanese, trying to stop her. It was almost pitiful.
"Ah, that woman. What's her deal, seriously?"
"Hey, earlier it was the bitchy attitude concept. Now it's exhibitionist mode? Total attention whore."
Yoonah approached me as Gijun and the guide gossiped about the crazy bitch.
"What's up with her?"
"How should I know?"
"She's been acting nuts since earlier?"
Yoonah seemed to have decided to believe me now. Fair enough—kept asking despite my stonewalling, the intensity must've been off the charts.
I raised my hand and covered Yoonah's eyes.
"Don't look. That kinda shit just rots your eyes."
Still, those two were debating with hands on their foreheads, so I suggested they just keep sightseeing.
"……"
"Hey, let's just tour around."
Finally, they turned their backs on the crazy bitch and started exploring the interior. Photos lined the walls—every one a true work of art, capturing that unique Japanese color palette perfectly.
"Wow, these are so pretty. I really wanna buy this one."
"They're selling them at the souvenir shop over there, so feel free to check it out if you're interested."
"Ooh, I gotta grab one later."
"Me too. Perfect for hanging in my new place after the move."
Yoonah and I decided to each buy one and headed to the souvenir shop. Picking out favorites from the huge selection and buying them one by one left me feeling oddly satisfied. The crazy bitch was still lurking by the entrance, and even the staff seemed to have given up, coming over to ring up our photos.
"Nice, should I grab a few more?"
"How many are you planning to hang up?"
"Memories, y'know."
Money was no object anyway. Gotta stock up on these souvenirs, right? Plus, no photos allowed, so buying was the only way to remember.
"Buy more if you like 'em."
I snapped up even the pricier large ones without a second thought.
"Whoa, you bought all that? You're the man, bro!"
I smirked at Gijun, who'd started calling me "hyungnim" at some point, and loaded the photos onto the bus first. Carrying them around while sightseeing would be a hassle.
Then I took Yoonah's hand and headed for the birch path.
"Did you get a good photo?"
"Yeah, I loved it so much—the size is perfect too. Thinking about hanging it up makes my heart flutter."
Loved how the trip bled into everyday life like this. Was this the kind of happiness that only came with money?
"But looking at the photo of this place in the snow..."