...Won't It Get Any Bigger?
The restaurant was hotter than I'd expected. No, "hot" didn't even come close. It was sweltering. I briefly considered turning right back around and leaving, but Park Ah-young had already been lured inside by the rich, savory smell of frying oil that filled the entire place. The rest of us followed, quickly found seats, and placed our order. There was only one thing on the menu: grilled meat.
“One kilogram would be too much, right?”
“If you think you can finish it all, go ahead and order that much, noona.”
“Huuung…” Park Ah-young let out a small whine, clearly wrestling with the decision in her head.
“Or we could just start with six hundred grams and order more if it’s not enough.”
“…Maybe?”
“Do you need any alcohol?”
“Yes! Soju, please~ And three glasses!”
The part-timer looked exhausted. He wasn’t outright rude, but he didn’t bother hiding how annoyed he was. I couldn’t blame him. The air conditioning in here was barely functioning, and the heat was brutal.
“You’ll grill the meat for us, right?”
“Yes.”
“Ah… I’m starving.”
It was still early evening, yet several tables were already loud and rowdy with people drinking. The noise made my ears ring. Soon the charcoal arrived, sending a wave of heat far stronger than before straight into our faces. Thank god the staff was grilling for us; if we’d had to do it ourselves, sweat would’ve been pouring down our foreheads in seconds.
Our table was oddly quiet compared to the rest of the packed restaurant. With the employee right in front of us cooking, it felt awkward to talk, and honestly, none of us had much left to say to each other anyway. So everyone’s eyes stayed glued to the meat on the grill, chopsticks fidgeting as we swallowed in anticipation.
Even then, I could feel Park Eun-ji’s sharp gaze on me. I kept my expression neutral, pretending not to notice. Or rather, I was trying very hard not to react.
“…The meat’s done. You can eat now. Salt or fermented anchovy sauce—use whatever you like. Just call if you need anything.”
“Ah, thanks.”
His voice was flat. With a slight nod, the part-timer left, face still blank. Now it was just the three of us again.
“I’ll pour the drinks first~” Park Ah-young moved quickly, passing out the soju glasses.
“I’ll do it—”
“Ah, it’s fine~ Just drink already.”
I tried to take the bottle from her while she was opening it, but she dodged my hand. Feeling a little awkward, I just lifted my glass.
“…This is the first time we’re drinking together, huh?”
“Ah, yeah.”
“How much can you handle?”
“…I don’t know. I’ve never gotten drunk before.”
“Haha! Look at you acting tough. Then tonight we’re drinking until you drop?” Park Ah-young winked at me. It could’ve been a signal, or it could’ve been nothing at all.
“Sure.”
It wasn’t a lie. The only alcohol I’d ever had was a few sips of makgeolli during ancestral rites.
*
“Huu, huuung…”
Empty bottles piled up on the table. I felt fine until we finished the third bottle. Park Eun-ji, who’d claimed she was weak to alcohol, started pulling her glass away, and teasing her about it was surprisingly fun. Her face flushed red, she glared at me with all her might, but the soju in her hand still swayed. In the end she scrunched up her face and downed it herself.
More bottles kept appearing. As expected, Park Ah-young could drink far more than the average person. Luckily, I managed to keep up with her without completely falling apart.
“…Ah, my head…”
And then the memories cut off. Fragments floated through my mind—talk of a second round, arguments about who would pay, bits and pieces that didn’t connect. The last clear thing I remembered was Park Ah-young settling the bill and us leaving the restaurant.
“……Where am I…?”
It was dark. The bed I was lying on felt unfamiliar. A strange scent tickled my nose.
“Haa…”
My mouth reeked of alcohol. My head throbbed like it was about to split open.
“Ugh, ugh…”
Thirst. My mouth was bone-dry. Not a drop of saliva left. I tried to sit up. My vision was blurry, but the darkness around me stayed the same.
“Ah…”
Instinctively, I realized I was completely naked from the waist down—pants and underwear both gone. Had I done something while blackout drunk? The worry flashed through my mind for a second. As my eyes adjusted, shapes started to appear.
I—we—were on a wide bed. Park Eun-ji was pressed all the way against the wall. I was on the opposite end. And lying in the middle was Park Ah-young. Even without seeing her bright yellow hair, her small frame told me it was her.
“Huu…”
My head felt heavy from the alcohol. Thinking was too much effort. First things first—water. I slid off the bed.
“Haa…”
I wasn’t completely naked after all. My pants and underwear were bunched around my ankles, making it hard to walk.
“Ah, where is it…?”
This wasn’t home. So there was only one conclusion.
“…I don’t remember anything…”
I had no idea who brought us here or why we ended up in a motel instead of going home. But the three of us were definitely in one now. I pulled my underwear and pants back up.
“…Huum.”
Maybe because I’d just woken up, there was a faint hardness between my legs. I gave it a quick rub, then felt gross about it.
“W-what the…”
There was no way liquid had gotten on my dick while I was asleep. The thought that I might’ve wet myself made my stomach turn. The scariest part was having zero memory of it.
“Ah… water first…”
The thirst was overwhelming. I opened the small fridge that came up to my knees. The sudden light blinded me for a moment. I grabbed a bottle of water and chugged it straight down.
“Gulp, gulp, gulp, haaa…”
It was so cold it chilled me to the bone. I let out a breath, feeling like I’d come back to life.
Rustling sounds came from the bed. I perked up my ears and looked over. Was she tossing and turning? Park Ah-young shifted slightly. Still drunk, I gave up on thinking any further.
“…Just sleep.”
There was nothing to question and no point in questioning it. Honestly, I didn’t want to do anything. I just wanted to sleep. The alcohol and drowsiness hit me like a wave, and I had no strength left to resist.
Thud— Thud—
The room was cool thanks to the air conditioner. Now that I was used to it, getting back to bed was easy. I plopped down on the edge of the mattress.
Thoughts drifted through my head. Was it okay to sleep together like this? Had anyone called home? Where was my phone? Ah, my head…
I lay back, found a comfortable position, and closed my eyes.
“Kk, kkuung…”
“……”
Park Ah-young, who’d been facing away from me, let out a small sound.
“…Haa, ha… hoo…”
Her breathing grew rough, like she was struggling to hold something back. For a moment I worried she might be feeling sick, but I was too exhausted to check on anyone else right now.
“Hoo…”
I shut my eyes. Whether it was the alcohol or not, I felt like I was floating on clouds. It wasn’t bad. So this is what being drunk feels like, I thought.
Just as I was drifting between sleep and wakefulness, a very small voice echoed through the quiet room.
“…Asleep?”
Park Ah-young. Her voice.
I tried to answer, but my body, completely soaked in alcohol, wouldn’t even let me open my mouth properly.
“……You’re asleep, right?”
Swish— Swish— Swish—
She was getting closer. Something moved toward me over my heavy eyelids.
“…You’re asleep, aren’t you?”
Her voice trembled. Then something flicked past my face—once, twice.
“Hoo…”
Her breath, thick with alcohol, brushed against my nose. She moved again, slowly, carefully.
Tick— Tick—
Her hand was hesitant. Park Ah-young’s fingers touched my pants.
It took me a long time to process what was happening. Then, in the next moment, my pants were being pulled down again.
“Huuung… kk, kkuung…!”
With a soft tick, my pants caught around my thighs. Naturally, she grabbed my underwear next and slid them down as well.
“Hoo…”
Park Ah-young let out a small sigh. After catching her breath, she started poking at my lower body.
“……It won’t get any bigger…?”
Who was she even asking? At this point, it probably didn’t matter. And as if answering her, my dick began to stiffen, slowly growing hard under her touch.
“Ah… It’s getting big again…”
She sounded surprised, maybe even impressed. But the moment didn’t last. Her small hand—smaller and slimmer than Park Eun-ji’s—wrapped around my shaft.
“Huuung… It’s moving on its own… You’re really asleep, right? Y-you can’t wake up suddenly, okay…?”
Park Ah-young muttered to herself like that, then began moving her hand, clumsy but determined.