College Student.
College Student.
Da-yeon came out after changing into the swimsuit I had picked for her.
A white swimsuit that revealed only her incredible cleavage, pale as a marshmallow, while covering everything else—but her white, slightly thick-looking flat abs were captivating.
It wasn't a lewd swimsuit at all, yet that little pinchable belly and her adorably indented navel looked purely indecent.
I rested my chin on my hand and openly stared at Da-yeon's chest.
A body line so overwhelming I'd never seen anything like it...
Da-yeon kept covering her cleavage with her hands, embarrassed by my gaze.
"Si-yoon... I really don't think this is okay."
"Hey! It's pretty, I said."
I was wearing a monokini that emphasized my chest—which had grown fuller since I became an adult—and sharply flared hips.
Compared to Da-yeon I was basically a little kid, but thanks to my small frame, even this size looked exaggerated.
This was beauty on its way to perfection...
The swimsuit didn't hold my chest tight, so it revealed everything from my loose, deep cleavage all the way down to my solar plexus, and the back and sides were completely cut out in a design like a fishnet swimsuit.
When I looked in a mirror, my narrow waist flowed into wide hips tracing a beautiful curve, and below the swimsuit stretched long white legs like a figurine's—a sight that practically proved I was half-white.
The swimsuit was so outrageous that I had thrown a white beach cover-up over it.
"Why just Si-yoon... me too..."
"You're way too exposed. If Dad catches me, college or not, I won't be allowed out of the house..."
Da-yeon kept covering her stomach and cleavage with her hands and trying not to go outside, but I dragged her out by force.
Da-yeon's face went as red as a strawberry...
Looking at her like that stirred a perverse thrill in me—the thought that I wanted to tease her even more.
I grabbed Da-yeon's wrist and tried to pull her out, but she clung to the wall in desperation.
"No! I don't want to! I want to go home!"
I brought out my seventh secret weapon reserved for Da-yeon.
"Then... I'll just play by myself...?"
AKA playing pitiful.
"....."
Da-yeon, who had been hesitating with wavering eyes, squeezed her eyes shut and slowly came outside.
The moment we stepped out, I locked eyes with Jong-hyeon, and his face progressively filled with horror.
"Young lady!!!"
"We're just going to play among ourselves, okay? Don't tell me to put clothes on!"
I dove straight into the pool by the wall, and Da-yeon, who had been embarrassed, quickly came in too.
Splash!
I touched the remote in front of me, and the glass wall slowly opened, letting the EDM pouring in from outside blast intensely inside.
Jong-hyeon was fidgeting restlessly and laid down the law for us.
"You absolutely must not go outside."
"Got it~"
At that moment Tae-oh came outside after changing into his swimsuit.
Da-yeon had seen Tae-oh's body plenty of times, but embarrassed anyway, she ducked her head underwater.
I draped an arm over Da-yeon's shoulder and said,
"Da-yeon's body is way more killer."
"Si-yoon!!!"
Kim Tae-oh's muscles weren't excessive like Park Ji-hoon's—more at the level favored by the current generation.
He must have firmly settled on a training method, because Tae-oh's reaction speed was getting faster by the day.
Jong-hyeon, maybe planning to have Tae-oh wait outside with him, was pulling Kim Tae-oh away.
"Should we go out?"
"No!!!"
Outside the window, a nearly frantic party was in full swing.
Pretty girls in swimsuits shaking their hips... man, nothing but admiration comes out.
Da-yeon, maybe feeling guilty just for being here, couldn't bring herself to look outside and covered my eyes.
"Don't look..."
"We're '16-born, we're adults now?"
"....."
It seemed Da-yeon still thought of herself as a kid.
I brought my face close to Da-yeon's and said,
"Even if Da-yeon drank alcohol, no one could say a thing~"
"....."
"Shall we order some?"
"No!"
I fiddled with Da-yeon's squishy cheek, then propped my chin on my hand for a moment and looked outside.
The club's characteristic EDM music spread through the air like a physical impact.
"Da-yeon, you said you wanted to learn to dance~"
"... Not... here."
"Apparently a ton of celebrities come here too~"
"Really?"
"Yeah, probably if we look we'll find..."
I was scanning outside intently when my gaze locked onto one person.
Someone lying on a sunbed wearing sunglasses.
A woman casually sipping a cocktail, highlighting her white body that glistened sleekly with moisture...
It wasn't the hair color I remembered, but that skin tone, that figure and those proportions—everything was engraved in my memory.
"Si-yoon, what's wrong?"
"I know someone over there."
"Really!?"
I didn't know who the two men attending to her at her side were, but I got out of the water on instinct.
"Si-yoon! You're going out!?"
"Come with me, Da-yeon."
Da-yeon agonized for a long moment, then must have read the determination to go out on my face, because in the end she nodded and followed.
Kim Tae-oh, perhaps under orders from Jong-hyeon to keep us from leaving, tried to block my path.
"You can't... come out..."
"Just follow me. I know someone over there."
"Got it."
You think a club can go quiet?
Of course this place wasn't the kind of club that gets earsplittingly loud unless you're near the stage—it was a club that combined a moderately exciting atmosphere with a pool.
Even so, the moment Da-yeon and I came out of the room, it slowly started to go quiet, and soon the entire club fell silent.
Inside the club, where stillness hung even though it didn't seem like anyone recognized me...
The sight of the two of us emerging from the S-grade lodging was that extraordinary, and the absence of pink hair in the vicinity probably played a part too.
Or... maybe they did recognize me...
I casually ignored the countless stares as usual and moved in one direction with Da-yeon and Tae-oh in tow.
The woman, who had been glancing around to figure out what was happening amid the sudden shift in atmosphere, spotted me and went rigid with profound tension.
And then she started pretending not to know me.
"Aunt Yua. Did you dye your hair today...?"
"......"
"Oh... I should tell Uncle Jang Seong-man about this~"
"Si... Si-yoon."
"Oh!? It was Aunt Yua!? Ahaha."
"You..."
We forcibly commandeered Aunt Yua, who had been enjoying the atmosphere, and went back inside the building.
The two men who had been nearby were apparently strangers; they naturally melted away.
Aunt Yua, having calmed down a little, turned serious on me and said,
"You. Your dad doesn't know you're here, right?"
"Obviously~ Would my dad send me to a place like this!?"
"You little!! Do you know how scared I was!?"
I looked Aunt Yua up and down.
My aunt was wearing a genuinely stark-white bikini, and no matter how much of a beach cover-up she had on, if my actual daughter dressed like that I would've shaved her head and shipped her off to a convent immediately.
"No wonder you were scared~"
At my gaze and comment, Aunt Yua covered her body.
"When did you dye your hair."
"Yesterday."
Aunt Yua, finally seeming to relax, glanced around with sparkling eyes.
Then her eyes met Kim Tae-oh's, and her mouth slowly fell open.
"Whoa... who is this...?"
"Who do you think... Da-yeon's bodyguard."
"Good lord... he's fucking gorgeous..."
Aunt Yua said it bluntly right in front of the person.
Who says that to someone's face?
And that came from a former female idol who, even if it was all in the past now, had once made her name known around the world.
Tae-oh was, to that degree, becoming seriously handsome as time passed.
"Give it up, he's our age."
"...Really?"
"Thirteen years younger than you, right, Aunt? That's basically a crime, right? We were born when you were in middle school, right?"
"Hey!"
Because of her highly revealing swimsuit, Aunt Yua couldn't throw herself around as freely as usual.
"Aunt."
"What!"
"Are you here looking for a marriage partner!?"
"Are you! Crazy!?"
The moment Kim Tae-oh stepped outside, Aunt Yua came at me in earnest.
"Aunt!! If you run like that your tits will fall out!?"
"You!!! Get over here!!!"
After exercising for a bit in our thin swimsuits, we sat down on the sofa that had been arranged for us.
And I looked at my aunt and nodded.
"Aunt, teach me how to pick up guys at a club."
"Hoo-hoo-hot. What do you babies need to pick up guys for~ acting all grown up~"
My aunt suddenly pinched and pulled my cheek.
"Have you ever had a boyfriend~?"
"Just tell me how it's done."
I'd asked just because it would've been awkward to ask what you're even supposed to do at a club, but Aunt Yua smiled a greasy smile as if I'd handed her ammunition.
"Really? You've seriously never dated anyone!?"
"You're going to regret this, Aunt."
"Sorry..."
Aunt Yua smirked, then looked at the door Kim Tae-oh had exited through.
"Call that guy back in."
"Absolutely not!"
".....?"
"....."
A brief silence fell at Da-yeon's outburst, and Da-yeon's face flushed red.
"Oh my? So someone's already got a claim!?"
Aunt Yua, who loved to tease, didn't miss the chance to get close to Da-yeon.
She smiled openly and stared at Da-yeon.
"Are you two dating?"
"No..."
"Have you confessed?"
"....."
Da-yeon said nothing, her face red, but Aunt Yua deduced the answer with precision.
"Really!? My god... he turned down a face and body like this!? A guy!? And a daughter of Hanseong on top of that!?"
Aunt Yua, who had started out teasing Da-yeon, looked horrified and glanced at me as well, but I just shrugged.
"Is he impotent!?"
"Pfft..."
Calling the great Park Gi impotent...
The guy's name is literally Park Gi.
That was why, in the past, Park Gi's nickname was Park Gi.
He usually acted indifferent and brusque, but his title was none other than Prince of the Night.
Park Gi hadn't awakened to his true talent until he hit thirty.
On top of that, he boasted equipment on the same level as my current dad, and even fairly well-endowed foreigners couldn't measure up to Park Gi.
And here, that Park Gi was being called impotent.
...Wait?
But come to think of it, I actually didn't know Park Gi's size after being reborn.
I'd only caught glimpses of the silhouette showing through his clothes; I didn't know exactly how big it was.
"How would we know."
"No, Si-yoon, just look at your friend Da-yeon."
"....."
I scanned Da-yeon, sitting beside me, from top to bottom.
Da-yeon, wearing the swimsuit I had chosen.
Da-yeon's moist, fair skin looked plump and springy.
The way she covered her body with her hands under our gazes was a dangerous sight that stirred something even deeper inside me...
"Honestly, if I were a guy, I'd be bowing my head in gratitude and dating her on the spot, you know?"
Listening to Aunt Yua, I slowly nodded.
"M-My... my friend... isn't impotent..."
"Oh~ You've seen it!?"
"...Huh?"
"Should Auntie confirm it for you?"
Before I knew it, Aunt Yua was calling herself Auntie to Da-yeon too.
Eventually we called the bartender over.
Aunt Yua, before explaining how to pick up guys, started drinking a Kahlúa Milk.
I emphasized non-alcoholic and ordered a Sunshine cocktail, then started drinking.
Da-yeon, maybe still thinking we were minors, wore the expression of someone committing a crime by drinking.
Well, it was probably more because of the thin swimsuits and the atmosphere...
Aunt Yua drank her Kahlúa Milk and then began to explain, laughing, the methods of seducing a man.
"There are broadly two ways to seduce a man!"
Da-yeon and I sipped our cocktails and listened to the explanation.
"First! The passive method. This one changes depending on what kind of clothes you're wearing."
Aunt Yua was getting surprisingly full-on about this.
"If you dress like Da-yeon, you use the first method. For the second method, you go active!"
"So what, I can only pick someone up if I throw myself at them?"
"No~no, not at all. Throwing yourself at them wasn't even part of the equation to begin with."
When I smirked and nodded, Aunt Yua went on.
"First I'll explain the passive method. If there's a guy you're into, when your eyes meet, you give him a definite smile and raise your glass."
Aunt Yua passionately explained it to us.
And we listened to Aunt Yua's explanation as quietly as kindergartners.
"The idea is, if I'm his type, he'll come, and if not, then forget him. But sometimes there are clueless bastards who don't pick up on the signal or are too shy to come."
I'd started listening just out of curiosity, but as she went on, the explanation was surprisingly entertaining.
"In my case, unless the guy looks like Da-yeon's guy, I usually stop here. But for someone I really like, I use Stage Two. Stage two is this! You look at the guy, and bite your glass with an expression that says, 'I... am into you.'"
"And if he still doesn't come?"
"Then dump him—he's a moron."
"What if he's just not into me?"
"Even if that's the case, dump him—because he's a boring friend."
Once Aunt Yua had a little alcohol in her, her face went red and she started chattering excitedly.
"Next! The active way! I recommend this one!"
"Why?"
"Because it's easy to pick and choose."
Aunt Yua suddenly stood up from her seat.
"First, a recon sweep! You enjoy the music for a moment and shake your hips a little, like this, like this."
Aunt Yua suddenly started swaying her hips to the beat of the EDM flowing through the room.
This time, Da-yeon's face went red watching her.
"Honestly, if you do that, Aunt, everyone's going to stare only at you."
It wasn't an empty compliment—that body of Aunt Yua's, with its striking healthy beauty, would draw the gaze of any man except those on the LGBTQ+ spectrum.
"Anyway, if there's a guy you're into, you naturally move near him and just dance slowly, like you're only there to dance."
Aunt Yua, maybe feeling the alcohol, smiled and plopped down onto the sofa.
"The key is to dance without overdoing it—you're showing them that you're the star of this place."
"Oh..."
"Once all eyes are on you, the guy will automatically end up looking too. Then, at that moment, you look at him and give him a smile—with an expression that says, 'Wanna play with me?'"
"And if he doesn't go for it?"
Aunt Yua smirked at my question and knocked back her Kahlúa Milk.
"Give up."
"Why isn't there a Stage Two for this one?"
"I don't really like clinging. You could go up and make a move yourself, I guess, but if he doesn't come around at that point, it's hard to become the brightest star."
"Yeah?"
"It's basically the same as a public confession."
"Isn't that just your own fantasy, Aunt?"
Aunt Yua let out a chuckle and murmured,
"Could be~ But if a star doesn't believe it shines brightly on its own, it's nothing but a giant lump of rock, isn't it~"