Chapter 22
Chapter 22
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: The Power of Alcohol
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I thought she'd just go home, take a shower, and crash, so what was this about?
After getting caught jerking off while drunk, showing up right away and asking if I needed a drinking buddy—was that sane?
She wasn't still drunk, was she?
I didn't answer and just stayed quiet, but the doorbell rang again.
Ding-dong.
Knock knock knock.
"I know you're in there, so don't pretend you're not."
Now she was banging on the front door in protest.
No matter how I looked at it, she wasn't leaving, so I gave up and opened the door.
"It's not that I was pretending not to be here. I had to abandon my delicious chicken midway, scrub the grease off my hands with soap, and that's why I'm late."
I deliberately explained the situation in detail to voice my complaint.
In reality, I'd used disposable gloves so there wasn't any grease, but I threw in a little white lie.
As I spoke, I checked her out.
She'd changed into comfy short sleeves and long pants, holding a small beer can in her hand.
"Wait, didn't you drink a ton at the bar earlier and cause all that chaos? And now you're drinking more?"
I glanced at her lower belly, indirectly referencing what happened, and her face turned red.
Yoon Hye-yoon waved her hands frantically, making excuses in a rush.
"Uh... at the bar, I had to chug high-proof stuff as punishment, so I got wasted fast... Anyway, I barely ate any snacks or drank much."
"You still drank."
"Well... my exams just ended, and I didn't even get to enjoy properly. You're drinking alone anyway, so it's fine for neighbors, right?"
It came out smooth, like she'd rehearsed her lines. There was no way I'd turn down a pretty girl wanting to drink together.
Besides, I had no intention of sending her away.
"Come on in."
We sat facing each other with the chicken in the middle of the floor.
Once we were staring at each other, it got awkward, so Yoon Hye-yoon spoke first.
"Oh, right—we never properly introduced ourselves. I'm Yoon Hye-yoon, a sophomore in the Department of English Literature at Mirae University."
She smiled brightly as she introduced herself. Come to think of it, she'd only ever called me "next-door guy" or "the guy from next door."
We'd never exchanged names.
"I'm at Mirae University too. Park Woojin, junior in the Department of Electrical Engineering."
"Oh, that department! Isn't there a Shin Ayoung there?"
Shin Ayoung's name popped up out of nowhere.
A slight pang of conscience hit me, so I asked back.
"Yeah, there is... Do you know her or something?"
"No, not really, but she's super famous. The rumor must've spread to all the universities around here. They say she's incredibly pretty."
Well, with that face and figure, how could rumors not spread?
Honestly, she was stunning. The kind of looks that trashes personal tastes—99 out of 100 guys would call her their ideal type.
"She's pretty, but she's way out of my league, so now even seeing her doesn't spark anything."
"Nah, no way."
We chatted lightly about college and how exams went, and before I knew it, the booze was gone.
The chicken was down to a few pieces after sharing.
"Looks like we're out of drinks, so I'll run to the convenience store. Grab some more food on the way."
"Oh, then let me go..."
Yoon Hye-yoon started getting up, her eyes a bit glassy and her words dragging—she was drunk.
She'd only had one beer can, but since she hadn't fully sobered up from earlier, it made sense.
If I sent her out like that, she'd probably break a soju bottle or something, so I gently pressed her shoulder to sit her back down.
"Nah, I'll go quick. Can't send a guest out."
I grabbed my wallet and phone and left the room.
'But isn't leaving a drunk girl alone in my room more dangerous? Especially not knowing what she might do?'
A uneasy thought crossed my mind, but I figured it'd be fine if I hurried, so I picked up the pace.
Ding-ding.
"Welcome~"
The part-timer from earlier greeted me. I quickly grabbed two beers and a frozen pork rind pack and checked out.
"Thanks~"
Ding-ding.
As I stepped out and the convenience store door closed, a weird feeling hit me.
Déjà vu? Why did this feel so familiar?
I bolted full speed.
"I hope she just passed out quietly."
I got back to the building fast. As soon as I hit the elevator button for the fifth floor, I mashed the close door.
"Ding—fifth floor."
The door opened with the chime. I punched in the door code and went in.
Nothing seemed off or changed when I checked.
No moaning sounds, and Yoon Hye-yoon was still sitting right where I'd left her.
"Ah~ you're back? Good job."
She greeted me with a smile.
She got up, took the plastic bag, and started pulling out the items one by one.
"Whoa! I love pork rinds—how'd you know?"
I'd just grabbed the top thing from the freezer?
Excited, she hurriedly popped it in the microwave to defrost.
I scolded myself for overthinking and brushed off the anxiety, sitting back in my spot.
As I chugged the beer to cool off my sweat, something caught my eye.
A pink cylindrical thing with a hole on one end. It looked just like a replica of a woman's pussy.
And it was something that should've been in the corner of my desk.
The small onahole was sitting where Yoon Hye-yoon had been.
No—why the hell was this here?
My heart dropped. Had she figured something out?
I carefully called out to her.
"Hey."
"Yeah?"
"Why is this here?"
She followed my pointing finger, paused for a second.
Her face turned flustered, like she'd forgotten, glancing back and forth between the onahole and me before apologizing.
"S-sorry... I was poking around your room and got curious, so I touched it... You came back faster than I thought..."
She gauged my reaction, then continued.
"I got so startled I forgot to put it back..."
No response from me, so she apologized again softly.
"I'm really sorry..."
"No, it's fine. These things happen."
Actually, I'd stayed quiet to test her reaction.
I was unsure if the onahole was connected to Shin Ayoung or Yoon Hye-yoon right now.
If it was the latter, she couldn't have not noticed, but her genuine apology suggested otherwise.
'Still, better check later...'
Beep-beep.
The microwave dinged that it was done. Opening the door released a delicious smell.
She gently placed the packaging ends on the chicken box.
With food in front of us, the mood lightened again, and we resumed our normal chat.
About halfway through eating, maybe still bothered by it, Yoon Hye-yoon brought it up again.
"Hey, that thing earlier—is it an onahole? The sex toy guys use..."
"Yeah. Why?"
"D-does it feel good?"
Of course it did—it was made to milk cum.
"Yeah, it's designed to feel good, so obviously."
"Th-then... between that and the real thing... which is better?"
I know but how? How would I know.
I was about to say that when I remembered the wireless-connected onahole.
Shin Ayoung's pussy felt worlds better than the regular onaholes I'd used before.
I hadn't tried any other girl's yet, but real pussy crushed onahole anyway.
"For me, real is way better."
Her sparkling eyes dimmed as she let out a small sigh.
Then, like she'd made a big decision, she spoke in a serious tone.
"Um... I have something to tell you. Please don't laugh after? I'm being dead serious..."
And so the story began, powered by alcohol.
"About a month ago? When I came over saying something was in my room? Actually, it's been happening steadily since then."
"To be precise, it doesn't do anything else—just gropes my body, but it always starts... right when I begin masturbating."
Her voice trailed off shyly midway.
"But it feels so good... Like a real person touching me—my breasts and... down there. Every night before bed, it comes, gropes me until... I cum, then vanishes with me."
"So... I got curious about even better feelings... I even bought a dildo... Ah! Forget I said that!"
The dildo mention embarrassed her; she waved her hands fast, fanning air.
"Anyway...! But suddenly, it stopped coming. Even when I masturbate..."
"It's been three weeks now. Even doing it alone doesn't feel good anymore... What do I do...?"
I never expected this story, but was it the booze? How pent-up must she have been to spill this to me?
I'd have kept it secret forever.
'Have I been too indifferent all this time?'
She gazed at me desperately. I couldn't just say I didn't know.
"W-well... ghosts have their own world, right...? Maybe it was busy with midterms or something."
Ghost world my ass. No such thing.
I'd just made it up on the spot.
Still, grateful for the answer, she smiled wide and stood up.
"God, I'm such a lightweight... Talking about this stuff when drunk... Sorry. And thanks for answering. My friends won't even listen if I mention 'ghost'—they just tell me not to talk nonsense."
"Harsh."
"I had a feeling you'd at least hear me out, even if you don't believe it. Spot on."
Yoon Hye-yoon bagged her trash as she spoke.
"Thanks so much for tonight. You cleared up my worries, and it was fun. I'm heading out now."
Was that her goal tonight?
Makes sense—no other reason to bring booze to a guy's place.
I walked her to the shoe rack for a send-off.
As the door opened and she waved goodbye, she suddenly turned back.
"Oh, and since I saw your onahole today, that evens out me seeing my dildo, right? Got it?"
Her cheeky, grinning face flashed through the door crack.
Clunk!
Then she was gone.