A Fierce Bout with the Brazen Beauty
I'd spent my time at the hotel. Pretty damn enjoyable days, too. I didn't get to meet up with Yoonah for drinks, but I went all out with the guys—boozing it up, or not, or whatever. We did all sorts of shit together.
"Hey, enough bitching already. Time to pack up and head home."
"Aw, why? This place is fuckin' awesome."
"Can't we stick around just a bit longer?"
"Honestly, I could live here."
"Yeah, I get it..."
Over those days, we'd taken full advantage of every hotel service. The sauna, the fitness center—anything free for VIP guests like me, plus even the paid stuff like cleaning services. No wonder these guys, who were always dealing with nagging parents back home or scraping by in shitty apartments, were whining like this. It was only natural.
"I've made it way too comfy for you guys."
"You've already hooked us up big time."
"For real, I wanna make you my big bro for life."
"Dude, what the hell?"
I waved them off with a flick of my hand at these assholes cracking nonstop jokes. Checkout was tomorrow, but I was sending them packing early. Why? They were too damn loud. I'd called them over to kill some pointless loneliness at first, but that feeling was long gone now. It'd been plenty of time to shake off any post-trip hangover.
"Aw, man."
"I was just getting used to the commute to school from here!"
Yeah, these persistent bastards had been crashing here, lazing around, stuffing their faces, and even going back and forth to school for days. I figured they'd stay a day or two tops, but nope—they weren't budging until I kicked them out. That's how stubborn they were.
"Ugh, what a bunch of clingy pricks."
"Hey, if something like this comes up again, call us next time, yeah?"
"For real, I'd be your dog at this point."
"Shut up and get the fuck out already, assholes."
In the end, after I snapped and yelled at them, they finally grabbed their bags and headed out—still tossing dumb jokes and bullshit right up to the last second.
Once they were gone... refreshingly bittersweet? Nah, straight-up refreshing. So refreshing I hoped I wouldn't see them for a good while.
"Whoa, shit. It's actually quiet now."
Quiet? More like dead silent. That's how rowdy they'd been. Today marked the end of my hotel stay, so I figured I should squeeze in one last proper indulgence. Yoonah was busy, so that meant spending it with another girl!
"That front desk babe was pretty hot, right?"
I recalled the sweet beauty who'd handled my checkout. Classic Eastern beauty face, and her figure was killer too. Her tits weren't huge, but they had just the right volume. Anyone would look and think, Damn, that body's no joke!
"Kinda had that flight attendant vibe, didn't she?"
That refined, classy look flight attendants have. Reminded me of the stewardesses I'd met on my Japan trip—total knockout stunners armed to the teeth with politeness. Of course, since I was traveling with Yoonah, I hadn't done anything with them.
"Or maybe that chef lady was..."
Chef uniforms aren't like other clothes that hug the body. They're all about comfort and practicality. But even in that getup, she had tits that stood out. No way they wouldn't catch your eye. It wasn't like I was staring on purpose; I just glanced over, and there they were—impossible to miss.
"The other guys were losing their shit, saying those were legit real."
Embarrassing as hell. Even if you like 'em, no need to make it that obvious. Bunch of virgins acting like total pervs.
"But where the hell do I even find the chef...?"
She's a chef, so probably stuck in the kitchen most of the time. Can't exactly jump someone mid-cook. Nah, I'm not the type to nitpick like that anyway. Thing is, her food was that good. Every dish was delicious enough that I didn't even wanna mess with her while she was working.
"Plus, skipping her food on the last day would suck."
So, I settled on banging the front desk girl. That elegant face and body were right up my alley. "Hmm, hum~ So, what to start with?"
Since I'd rewind anyway, I decided to try something a bit more out-there than usual.
"Those toys I bought last time..."
Originally for Yoonah, but I hadn't used them in Japan for various reasons, and back in Korea... well, no excuses. I'd ended up veering toward using them on someone else instead of the intended owner, but whatever. I could just buy new ones for Yoonah.
"Tomorrow's Sunday."
My second lottery win day. I made a mental note and slowly packed up the toys before heading out.
Time Manipulation has been activated.
Figured seeing her actually working might make me go soft, so I activated my power first and headed downstairs. Let's see. The front desk girl I liked usually came out around this time. I scanned around—no sign of her yet. I parted the curtain connecting to the back and slipped inside. Staff only, no entry.