Chapter 59
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 59
Chapter Title: Reunion (4)
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"Ugh..."
Just like she had with Han Seol-ah, Ha Yoon fed Woo Shin-hyung some liquor mouth-to-mouth, then let out a hiccup.
"What was that? Are you drunk or something?"
"N-No, I'm not drunk, hic..."
Ha Yoon frantically shook her head in denial at Han Seol-ah's question, but cruelly, the hiccups kept coming.
Even though she'd only sipped tiny amounts while passing it mouth-to-mouth—barely a mouthful total—her body was reacting like this. She had no idea what was wrong with her.
Could it be because she was a TS Victim? But Han Seol-ah was already on her third glass of wine, her eyes wide as she sipped away, her face perfectly composed unlike Ha Yoon's flushed-red one.
Still, Ha Yoon wasn't completely out of it yet. Just hiccups and a red face—her thoughts and movements were fine.
Ha Yoon fanned her hot face with her hand and let out a deep breath. Watching her quietly, Han Seol-ah grinned mischievously, like she'd just had a fun idea.
"Did you drink or smoke before becoming a TS Victim, Ha Yoon?"
"Y-Yes... I did."
"How much smoking? A pack a day? Or two?"
"About two packs..."
"Heavy smoker, huh? Must've been rough at the academy. They don't allow booze or smokes there."
To be honest, her life had been such nonstop bullshit that she hadn't even had time to think about booze or smokes. But hearing Han Seol-ah say it made the craving hit her anew.
Especially the nicotine that used to calm her nerves—it was sorely missed. Ha Yoon nodded, and Han Seol-ah chuckled as she asked,
"Wanna bum one?"
"...Is that okay?"
"What's not okay about it? This isn't the academy, and the only ones who can order you around are me and Master."
"If it's alright, then yes, please."
"You're serious?"
Han Seol-ah muttered, surprised by Ha Yoon's firm tone—such a contrast to her usual cowering demeanor.
Was she about to say something snide? But instead, Han Seol-ah pulled a rectangular pack from the bag beside her.
It was the popular brand called Red. Ha Yoon's eyes widened— she'd assumed rich folks only smoked fancy cigars.
Han Seol-ah burst out laughing at her expression.
"What's with that face? Think rich people are above this stuff?"
"W-Well... yeah..."
"Spot on. I don't usually smoke this crap."
She admitted it bluntly, opening the pack and pulling out one of the six cigarettes left inside.
"This isn't your average smoke. It's something better."
"Better how...?"
"No point explaining ten times—better to try it once. Here, ahh~"
"Ah, aaah—"
Ha Yoon reluctantly opened her mouth as Han Seol-ah brought the filter to her lips with a hum. Then, with a click, she lit the end with the flame flickering before her eyes.
Siiiip—Drawing breath through the filter filled her mouth with smoke amid the crackling burn.
Normally, she'd inhale deep into her lungs, but Ha Yoon wasn't an idiot.
Since becoming a TS Victim, her body wasn't the same. Gone were the rotten lungs chain-smoked to hell with two packs a day—now she had fresh, brand-new ones.
Sucking smoke straight into pristine lungs like that? She'd be coughing up tears and snot like a chemical attack drill.
Ha Yoon exhaled slowly, savoring the bitter taste as she blew out the smoke.
She hadn't inhaled deep, so no head-rush buzz, but watching the fluffy clouds rise soothed her mind and body.
After a couple shallow puffs to get used to it, she went for a deeper drag.
"Ugh-huu..."
The smoke seeped into her lungs, stinging her nose and threatening a cough. Tears welled up, but Ha Yoon smiled at the dizzying haze in her head. This was why she smoked.
"Smoking it like you love it. Good?"
"Hehe, yesss, so good~"
Ha Yoon drawled her answer, taking another drag. The gentle music swirled in her ears like a whisper, drawing a silly grin as if she'd heard a hilarious joke.
"You look pretty when you smile, Ha Yoon."
"Thank you..."
"Gimme one too. Watching you makes me wanna smoke."
"Should I light one for you?"
"Do whatever."
With a click, flame rose again, and master and servant shared a kiss via white sticks. Ha Yoon's eyes widened at the rising smoke curling upward.
It looked just like a dragon ascending to the heavens.
No, that couldn't be right. Was the nicotine hitting her brain after so long, causing hallucinations? Ha Yoon rubbed her eyes and looked again.
Of course, no dragon.
"Haaa—feels so gooood..."
Han Seol-ah, arm around Ha Yoon's waist, murmured as she exhaled smoke.
Her head felt open and airy, her body languid. Silly laughs kept bubbling up unbidden, but whatever—this was the point.
Ignoring her twitching lips, she topped off her glass and sipped the wine. It tasted several times sweeter and better than before. Heavenly nectar, no exaggeration.
"Kaa—huh?"
Letting out an old-man groan amid her giggles, Han Seol-ah turned to the piercing stare.
Ha Yoon was gazing at her, drool trickling from her lips.
Craving another smoke? But no—her eyes were locked on the wine still in the glass. Han Seol-ah asked,
"Want a sip too?"
"C-Can I...?"
"Of course."
Besides, after that smoke, thirst was kicking in right on cue.
Of course, she had no intention of just handing it over. With a glug-glug-glug, she filled the glass to the brim. Watching Ha Yoon's expectant face sour, Han Seol-ah cracked up.
Did she really think it'd be that straightforward? Brain must be too blissed out from the smoke to think straight.
So thinking, Han Seol-ah carefully handed over the sloshing, overflowing glass.
"Here! You looked thirsty, so I poured extra! Say thanks?"
"Thank you..."
Ha Yoon's face was reluctant, but her giggling lips wouldn't droop. Han Seol-ah was grinning too, eyes cold but mouths wide.
Ha Yoon gulped at the wine brimming to spill.
She'd taken it, but drinking this full glass? With her body hiccuping at a sip or two? She'd get smashed for sure.
Yet even as she thought that, her hand lifted the glass to her lips. Han Seol-ah's drinking had her thirstier than any worry.
Pressing her mouth to the rim, Ha Yoon tilted it slowly. The crimson liquid flooded her tongue, and her eyes flew wide.
Sweet...
Not just sweet—sweeter than anything in the world.
Gulp—gulp—her throat worked as the glass emptied at breakneck speed, like pouring it straight down her gullet. Master and servant let out impressed "oohs."
"Huuuah—"
Setting down the empty glass, Ha Yoon watched the world shrink then expand in a rush.
Drunk at last? But her mind was clear enough.
See? Thinking straight. Face not hot, no hiccups.
Just a bit hazy-headed, so she stared into space, glass in hand.
"Haaa-Yoooon~?"
"Yeees~?"
Han Seol-ah's voice stretched long from beside her. Ha Yoon drawled back, turning to look.
Her face was waving like ocean swells. At the rippling sight, Ha Yoon giggled unwittingly.
Weird as hell, but not scary—just funny, laughter spilling out.
"Hehe..."
"You're totally gone."
Han Seol-ah remarked at Ha Yoon's flushed, slack-pupiled, giggling face.
Woo Shin-hyung shaped smoke rings, stubbed out his cig in the ashtray, and asked,
"Ruined for good?"
"Nah, not that bad. Just hit her with drugs and booze she's not used to all at once."
The smokes they'd shared weren't ordinary, of course. Low-dependency narcotics with a hallucinogenic kick.
Effects: heightened senses and euphoria. But apparently too much for Ha Yoon.
Her expression blank again, Han Seol-ah refilled her glass and sipped.
"Ha Yoon."
"Heehee, yeees~"
"Stand up for me?"
"Got it!"
Ha Yoon shot up, wobbling. Not falling, but her jiggling ass was too tempting.
Han Seol-ah kicked out, nailing the swaying target.
"Eek!"
Ha Yoon toppled face-first, but the plush red-wine carpet cushioned her. No major harm.
Still, not all shock absorbed—blood dripped from her nose.
"Blood..."
Matching the carpet, it didn't stain.
Ha Yoon stared blankly at the drops, then sprang up.
"I'm bleeding."
"Yeah, you are."
Dazed words, dazed reply. Eyes met in space, but blankly.
Just mirroring each other. Han Seol-ah was buzzed too—thoughts not fully tracking.
Just less gone than Ha Yoon. Wine sharpened her a bit as she leaned on Woo Shin-hyung's shoulder.
"Ha Yoon. Remember that dance from earlier?"
"Dance?"
"Yeah. Shake those tits, shake that ass."
Glancing at Ha Yoon's bunny girl outfit, Han Seol-ah went "Ah!" like she'd remembered.
"Wait, not that—do the bunny thing. Bunny imitation."
"Bunny imitation?"
"Like this—hands up by your head, hop hop—"
Ha Yoon watched the drowsy demo, nodded.
"I'll try!"
She put hands to her head like bunny ears, squatted, and hopped lightly.
"Hop, hop..."
"Ahaha—"
Han Seol-ah howled at the bouncing tits, bunny ears, hopping around.
"Learns quick."
Woo Shin-hyung sipped his drink, watching them. Despite his words, he was smiling too.