Chapter 88: It’s Been a While Since We Drank Together.
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 88: It’s Been a While Since We Drank Together.
“Haa, I’m so nervous.”
Miju fiddled with her phone several times.
She turned the screen on and off.
She opened the call log and closed it again.
She repeated the same actions over and over.
Gulp.
She swallowed hard and gripped her phone once more. Just holding it made her heart feel like it was going to explode. This was all just the "warm-up" for calling Jae-ho.
“Oppa, what are you doing? I just stepped out for a bit and thought of you, so I called. No, that’s a bit weird. I happened to be passing by your neighborhood and called to see if you wanted to grab a drink for old time's sake. That’s too blatant…”
She muttered under her breath as if memorizing a script.
“But maybe this is the best one?”
She cleared her throat and practiced the line one more time.
“I happened to be passing by your neighborhood and called to see if you wanted to grab a drink for old time's sake.”
It was all to keep herself from trembling for no reason.
“Phew, why am I so nervous?”
It wasn’t like she hadn’t talked to Jae-ho on the phone before.
“Kang Miju! It’s no big deal. There’s nothing wrong with calling him to get a drink, right? Seniors and juniors drink together all the time. Mm-hmm.”
She tried to convince herself and gripped the phone again. Her heart kept racing.
Thump-thump.
“Phew.”
Lately, she felt like the number of women around Jae-ho had increased too much.
Ye-seul was someone she had introduced to him in the first place, but now there was a corporate employee already working in the real world, a famous actress named Yeong-eun, and she’d even heard he was recently put in charge of a sports star’s rehabilitation.
‘They’re all opponents I can’t beat.’
The competition was too strong. She had prepared herself for the fact that women would flock to a man as great as Jae-ho, but still…
‘I wish he was only my Oppa.’
She wanted to monopolize him. She wanted to be the only one sharing sweet love with him. Whispering sweet nothings while their bodies intertwined, sharing the feeling of liking each other…
‘Kyaaaak!’
However, she was starting to feel like Jae-ho had been neglecting her lately. He probably didn’t mean to. He just couldn’t call because he had so many women to look after. She wanted to believe that.
She could see him if she went to the gym, but it was difficult to see him every day. The time she spent with him was far too short. She wanted to see him every day.
That was why she was calling today—not as a gym member, but for a slightly different reason.
‘If we drink, maybe something will happen?’
She hid her ulterior motive. But why did the phone feel so heavy today?
Gulp.
After hesitating, she carefully pressed the buttons.
Speed dial 0.
It was the number she had saved for Jae-ho.
Ring… ring…
The dial tone rang out.
Don’t tremble. Just speak normally. Normally.
It’s no big deal.
Don’t be nervous.
Miju tried to maintain her composure through self-hypnosis.
-Hello?
“Oppa! Where are you?”
Please be at home.
She called at this time because she remembered he was always home at this hour. 8:00 PM. The time when he usually finished dinner and rested at home.
-I’m at home. What’s up?
Nice!
Miju pumped her fist in a "fighting" pose. Regardless of her internal celebration, her voice remained calm as she continued.
“It’s nothing, really. I just happened to be passing by your neighborhood and called to see if you wanted to grab a drink for old time's sake. It’s been a while since we drank together.”
-Has it?
Success. She didn’t tremble, and her voice didn’t crack.
Yes.
This was satisfying enough. Now, all that was left was Jae-ho’s permission.
“Yes! Let’s drink together, it’s been so long.”
-Are you sure you’re not out with the other juniors and calling me just to make your senior pay the bill?
“No! I really called because I wanted to drink with you, Oppa.”
-Haha, alright. Is Ye-seul with you too?
“…No.”
At that moment, Miju’s voice grew small. Her guilty conscience made it hard to speak.
-That’s a surprise. I thought you’d be together today too.
“Lately, Ye-seul has been busy with broadcasts and internet stuff, so it’s hard to see her unless we’re at school. Hmph, I’m lonely, Oppa. No one will hang out with me.”
She conveniently ignored the countless men at school who hit on her. They weren’t close to her, after all. She wasn't the type to be kind to people who approached her just to try their luck.
-Alright. Where are you now?
Yes!
Success!
The corners of Miju’s mouth curled up toward the sky, defying the laws of gravity.
“I’m near your house right now. As for where exactly…”
Her voice was brimming with excitement.
*
A small pub near my house.
It was a quiet place with few customers, and we took a seat in a secluded corner. Miju and I sat across from each other with some light snacks and a bottle of soju.
“This is rare. Miju asking to go out for drinks.”
I filled Miju’s glass.
“It’s because everyone’s been so busy lately and won’t play with me. I was bored too! You and Ye-seul, both of you!”
Miju drank the soju with a pouting face.
“How can you drink without even a toast?”
“Then you drink too, Oppa.”
“I’m not great with alcohol.”
“Ayy, then you should have toasted with me right away.”
Since she was insisting I drink, how could I refuse?
“Haa, this is the last one.”
“The booze is going down~ how long are you gonna make my shoulders dance~?”
With a face slightly flushed from the alcohol, she laughed and swayed her shoulders back and forth.
Gulp!
Ugh, it’s bitter.
I involuntarily grimaced at the burning sensation of the soju sliding down my throat.
“You finished it, right?”
Miju smiled brightly and poured another glass.
“Already?”
“Of course. It’s sad to see an empty glass.”
“You’re going fast today.”
“Ye-seul isn’t here. I don’t have a friend to take responsibility for me today. Hehe.”
Miju gave a refreshed smile and downed another shot.
“Mi-Miju?”
“Oppa, what are you doing? Drink up, quick.”
To hell with it. Let’s see which one of us drops first.
“You’re really prepared for this, aren’t you?”
“Of course I am.”
Maybe it was because of the slight buzz, but Miju’s smiling face looked much prettier than usual. Leaving her unusually beautiful face behind, I downed another glass.
Ugh, bitter.
Was it because I had practically quit drinking to focus on working out? With every glass, the intoxication hit me hard, making my head spin.
‘I’m getting drunk.’
I didn’t think I’d even finished a bottle, but I felt tipsy and dizzy, and it felt quite good.
“This is good.”
“Right?”
Miju, sitting across from me, spoke with a face full of intoxication.
“But aren’t you starting to find it hard?”
“Are you okay? I’m perfectly fine.”
Her tongue seemed a bit loose, but she looked okay for now.
Gulp.
One glass, two glasses, three glasses.
As the number of glasses increased, Miju’s eyes grew unfocused, and the world began to spin for me as well.
And how much had we drunk?
By the time the number of soju bottles on the table exceeded five.
I felt a strange sensation in my crotch.
“Huh?”
Startled by the feeling of something touching me, I jerked my gaze downward.
Miju’s toes, clad in stockings, were gently rubbing my crotch.
“Miju, what are you doing?”
“It’s okay. No one can see.”
Her face was flushed with alcohol as she spoke with unfocused eyes and a slurred tongue.
“It’s not that, we’re outside and we’re drinking right now…”
The soles of her feet softly stimulated my private area.
“But why is Oppa’s cock getting so big then?”
“That’s obviously a physiological phenom—ngh!”
She had accurately stimulated a spot that felt good for a man.
“Miju, this is… a-ah, you can’t.”
“Hehe, I like it though. What are you going to do now that it’s so hard?”
“Weren’t you the one who called me out to do something to me?”
“No! What kind of person do you take me for!”
Then how about doing something about those toes before saying that?
However, I couldn’t bring myself to say those words. I felt like the moment I spoke them out loud, there would be no turning back. Like I would suddenly lose control.
If I shouted, “I didn’t even touch your cock!”…
I would definitely be branded a pervert.
“Fine, so that’s how you want to play?”
I took off my shoes and stretched out my feet. Then, I slid my foot into Miju’s crotch.
Maybe it was the alcohol. Or maybe it was just my pride, not wanting to lose. I didn’t remember exactly why I did it.
But I clearly saw it.
[Foot Massage is being applied.]
Wait a minute. Does "Foot Massage" refer to a massage I perform with my feet?
Before the question could even fade.
Miju, touched by my toes, trembled and swallowed a groan. The triumphant look she had just a moment ago while teasing me was gone, replaced by a vivid expression of embarrassment.
“Hngh…”
Her breath, wet with alcohol and arousal, was deeper than ever before.
To hell with it.
I wiggled my toes and pushed her panties to the side.
Squelch.
I slowly stroked her pussy lips, which were beginning to get wet from excitement. Miju’s hand, holding her glass, trembled violently.
I enjoyed her reaction as I moved my toes. Miju also seemed determined not to lose, focusing all her nerves on her toes as she applied pressure.
In that secluded corner where no one could see unless they came close, we stretched our feet under the table and began to softly foreplay with our toes.
“Haah, haah…”
My eyes grew more and more unfocused. A string of saliva trickled down from Miju’s parted lips.
“Hah! W-wait a second. Oppa…”
It was Miju who declared defeat. She couldn’t beat me when I was receiving the massage power of the System.
“Haah, haah…”
It was a good thing she was leaning against the table; otherwise, she would have collapsed onto the floor right then and there. The hand supporting her was trembling minutely.
“Shall we finish this last glass and head out?”
“Where are we going?”
“Where else? My house.”
I asked as I emptied my glass.
“Do you not want to?”
Miju shook her head.
“Then let’s go.”