The Parasol at the Convenience Store and the Secret Beneath the Table
"Uh, uh... no way! I don't like expensive liquor or anything like that! Taeseok said he'd just take me home tonight!"
I scrambled behind Taeseok's broad back, swatting away Sehee's dizzying invitation to her private bar. The instinctive dread the word "private room" stirred in me, combined with the sticky way her hand had been sliding up my bare thigh, felt like it would swallow what little reason I had left whole.
"......Kuhhh!! Noona!! This Taeseok will stake his life to escort you home safely!!"
Taeseok cried out, tears flying as he hoisted the twenty shopping bags in his hands. Sehee clicked her tongue at the sight. "Tsk, you clueless bastard." Still, she didn't force me to go with her.
After that suffocating shopping trip finally ended, we walked the dark streets until we reached the convenience store near the neighborhood.
I'd dodged the drinking session, but Sehee's earlier mention of "whiskey" had left a vicious thirst burning in the back of my mind.
Cool autumn night air. The flickering white fluorescent glow of the convenience store sign. Two women in million-won designer silk dresses and a two-meter-tall man buried under a mountain of shopping bags made for a painfully mismatched, cheap-looking scene at the plastic tables under the parasol.
"Hey, Taeseok... since we're here anyway, how about we sit under that parasol and crack open a cold beer...?"
"Hek! I-If that's what Noona wants, of course! I'll go grab snacks and everything right now!!"
I'd recoiled from the expensive liquor out of fear of the private room, but the open-air plastic tables of a convenience store were something my former macho self simply couldn't refuse. In the end, even Sehee joined in, and a modest little drinking session began.
Chiiik— clack! Gulp, gulp.
The crisp sound of the can opening, followed by cool alcohol sliding down my throat.
"Kuh... I feel alive."
The moment the fizzy carbonation and alcohol hit my veins, I realized just how pathetically weak this one-stat fragile girl's body was to liquor. After only a few sips of soju-mixed beer, my vision pleasantly blurred. The crushing shame I'd felt in the fitting room melted away, replaced by a strange languid ease.
While chewing on greasy, spicy sausages, I glanced across the table. Taeseok, crammed into the plastic chair, was fidgeting and unable to meet my eyes.
"N-Noona... isn't the night air cold? That silk dress you're wearing today... it's so short, I mean, it's so... ahem! A-Anyway, you look dazzlingly beautiful...!"
The giant kept stealing glances at me, flustered and unsure where to look. He'd been my main tanker for ten years, always silently taking monster attacks from behind while I swung my sword. Now, just because I was wearing women's clothes and makeup, he was treating the thirty-year-old man's soul inside me like some kind of saint. It was ridiculous... yet my chest ached with gratitude.
'You little punk... even after I ended up like this, you still follow me the same way. My reliable, loyal dog.'
While I was gazing at him with that fond, proud look, it happened.
"Jino-yaaa... uung... you, you're really... way too pretty to be my bitch..."
"Hey, Sehee. You okay...?"
"Ung... I'm sleepy..."
Thud. She collapsed.
Rank 3's great mage, the bloodless, tearless yandere Yoo Sehee, face-planted onto the table and passed out cold.
"Aigoo, Noona. Sehee-noona really can't hold her liquor."
Taeseok was right. After barely half a glass of soju-mixed beer, Sehee's pale cheeks had flushed like ripe peaches. She'd groped my chest in bed last time and fallen asleep first too. This girl was a total lightweight, no matter how she looked.
I quietly looked down at Sehee's defenseless, sleeping face, her soft breaths steady. The sharp, predatory gaze that had been devouring me moments ago was gone, replaced by an almost childlike, harmless expression. Warm alcohol-scented breath slipped between her slightly parted red lips.
Without thinking, I reached out and gently brushed the red hair that had fallen over her forehead. The soft strands tickled my fingertips, and something bittersweet stirred in my chest.
'......Sehee.'
We had once been lovers who entrusted our backs to each other with our lives on the line. She was always strong, arrogant, and never showed weakness to anyone. Yet in front of me, she would sometimes crumble like this, revealing such adorable gaps.
What I'd truly loved about her as my ex-girlfriend wasn't her flashy magic or strength. It was this foolish, lovable, lightweight side of her. A fresh wave of old affection washed over me. I lightly stroked her cheek with the back of my hand and smiled faintly.
"N-Noona... you must be really close with Sehee-noona..."
Taeseok's cautious voice broke the mood. When I turned, the giant was pouting, his face bright red, staring at me with what looked suspiciously like jealousy.
"Hm? Ah... well, we've got all kinds of complicated feelings between us."
I downed the rest of the soju-mixed beer in my paper cup. Cool night breeze, my loyal little brother who blindly protected me, and my ex-girlfriend sleeping defenselessly beside me. As the alcohol soaked into my brain, the mischievous male prankster inside me and the lewd female instincts radiating from this peerless beauty's body began to mix stickily.
A nasty urge rose up. I wanted to tease that massive body that poured blind affection and worship toward me—just a little, very secretly.
I quietly stretched my legs under the narrow convenience store table. With the opposite foot, I slipped off the back of the dizzying black stiletto heel that had been squeezing my white foot. The cool autumn air brushed pleasantly against my bare toes, now freed from the silk dress.
Ah, drinking really does...
Make you tipsy.
Times like this, perverts come out at night.
They're the enemy of women!
They might attack me.
I should strike first.
Preemptive strike! Victory!
Slide—.
My slender bare foot stealthily extended under the table and lightly tapped the hem of Taeseok's thick cargo pants.
"Hek...?!"
Taeseok's chopsticks froze mid-air as if struck by lightning.
But my provocation didn't stop there. My soft toes slipped under the rough fabric, stroking up his solid ankle and slowly crawling along his massive calf.
"Huuung...!"
A strange, suppressed nasal moan escaped the two-meter-tall man's lips. He clamped his mouth shut, eyes wide as he stared at me. Watching that huge body tremble and struggle to breathe from just the touch of my foot made a sadistic, lewd playfulness bubble up from deep in my stomach.
My bare foot rolled in circles, teasing his calf, then continued upward without pause. It gently wrapped around his thick knee joint, stroking it stickily. The blatant movement of my thin toes tickling his knee made his massive frame shake like a leaf.
Beyond the rough texture of the cargo pants, the rock-hard muscles and boiling male heat were transmitted clearly through my thin, sensitive sole.
'Uung... look at those solid muscles. Getting all whiny just because I rubbed his leg a bit. His reactions are seriously cute and lewd.'
At first, it was just a light prank to tease my blindly trusting little brother. But the moment my bare foot slowly passed his knee and slid deeper, more persistently, along his tense thigh, something bizarre happened to my body.
The overwhelming male body heat and rough muscle texture transmitted through my sole made my lower belly tremble. The inside of my thighs suddenly grew wet.
'......Huh? Are you insane, Kang Jinho? You're getting wet down there just from touching a guy's leg a little...?'
My mind was horrified, but the pleasure-submissive "female" body had completely escaped my control. My heated flesh craved even stronger stimulation and shamelessly pressed its thumb toe deep between Taeseok's most secret, hottest area—right into the dangerous inner thigh—rubbing stickily.
"Haaeut..."
A lewd moan slipped from my own lips. I was violating a man's lower body with my foot while my own body went into heat—a perfect, vulgar fall into becoming a "bitch."
'You always abandoned me right here.'
I frowned at those words.
"I don't talk to myself."
No reply came.
"N-Noona...! Please...! W-What is this...!!"
The two-meter giant trembled, his face flushed all the way to his neck as he stared at me. His eyes shook wildly with shock, confusion, and uncontrollable lust.
Under the convenience store lights, above the table sat an elegant beauty in a luxury designer dress, chin resting on her hand, smiling faintly.
Beneath the dark table, however, was a fallen temptress with no stockings, using her bare white toes to snake along the most sensitive inner thigh of a ranker, rubbing herself wet in the process.
Suppressing the explosive pleasure, I met Taeseok's gaze seductively. Then I brought my saliva-slicked index finger to my red lips.
"Shh."
I glanced at my ex-girlfriend Sehee, still passed out defenselessly right beside us, and whispered in a languid, seductive voice.
"Did you brainfart, sir? Be quiet. If Sehee wakes up, we're done for."