Chapter 44: Games You Can Play with Fishnet Stockings (Melanie Illustration Added)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 44: Games You Can Play with Fishnet Stockings (Melanie Illustration Added)
It was my first time ever stepping inside a limousine.
The interior looked exactly like what you’d expect from a 'limo interior.' Every limo is different, of course, but people usually have a specific image in mind.
'A long, luxurious sofa and a high-end lounge bar.'
The atmosphere was even better than I had imagined. Perhaps because the ceiling was quite high, I didn't feel the claustrophobia of being trapped in a confined space.
I found myself regretting the time some trust-fund kids invited me to hang out and I declined, thinking it was just a drug party.
It was probably a wild sex party.
Smacking my lips at the thought, I sat down next to Melanie.
Whether she intended to use a honey trap or not, her outfit was strangely suggestive. From the cleavage she was teasingly revealing to the fishnet stockings and high heels, her intentions were far too obvious.
There was no way she’d been wearing this from the start just to revisit an S-Class Gate. It was clearly an outfit meant to be put to use inside this limousine.
"I can speak comfortably, right? We’re classmates, after all."
"Huh? Oh... of course. I... I won't use formalities either."
Melanie seemed frozen, perhaps not expecting me to close the distance so abruptly. It seemed she hadn't anticipated me sticking so close that our thighs touched, especially in a limo this spacious.
If she was planning on using her charms, shouldn't she have been prepared for at least this much?
"But why did Kim Min-su turn you down?"
"So Yu-min’s company... Alchemist is keeping us in check."
It was just as I expected. Since choosing which company to model for could essentially determine who the 'main girl' was, he must have been cautious.
"Should I set things up for you, then?"
"Instead of setting it up, couldn't you just do it yourself?"
"That’s... a bit difficult."
If I did that, I wouldn't be able to shatter Kim Min-su’s pure love. It would make a direct mental assault difficult as well.
At first, I thought about just snatching away every woman around Kim Min-su. But that wouldn't be ruining his pure love.
If I take them from the start, it’s like taking something before they even had a chance to date.
Both Ryu Hye-mi and Melanie were in a position where they could date him, but they weren't in a relationship yet. If they were already 'dating' like Yu-min, I would have snatched them away instantly.
Since they were currently just potential candidates for his harem, it was hard to just pull them into my arms right away.
At the very least, Kim Min-su needs to be in love.
It didn't even need to be mutual. It was enough if Kim Min-su’s feelings went beyond a simple crush and turned into love. In Ryu Hye-mi’s case, she already felt like an 'older sister' to him, so that was coming soon.
The problem was Melanie, which was why I needed her to have more contact with Kim Min-su.
"Could I hear the reason why it’s difficult?"
"As you know, the Chairman of Bogeumjari is pushing me quite hard."
"In the end, isn't your own will what matters most? Someone like you, Baek Tae-yang, should be able to manage that much."
It was an excellent provocation. She was indirectly saying, 'You’re not the type of person to lower yourself to the situation.'
In other words, it could be interpreted as: 'Kim Min-su at least spoke his mind.' He probably only did what So Yu-min told him to, but regardless, he would have at least said he couldn't do it right now.
"I don't know much, but I didn't think Kaivan Corporation was this thirsty. You seem quite desperate."
"That...! That’s..."
Melanie lowered her head, her face showing I’d hit the nail on the head.
Thinking about it simply, the situation didn't make sense. No matter how much of a rising star a cadet was, they were still just a cadet. In company terms, they were a mere intern. No matter how well an intern performed, how good could they really be? There were plenty of exceptional people among the actual employees.
And yet, a company was specifically scouting an intern to be their model? It was highly likely this wasn't the company's official stance.
Even if the company wanted it, this is too rushed.
I didn't think this was something the youngest daughter of a conglomerate would move personally for. If they were truly that desperate, they would have arranged a proper meeting; there was no reason to try and seduce me on a limousine sofa like this.
"Then, do you want to play a game? If you win, I’ll accept the model offer immediately."
"R-really?!... First... let me hear what kind of game it is."
"Do you know the OX game? We’re playing that."
It was a simple game anyone could play. One person draws an O, the other an X, and the first to get three in a row wins.
"Yes, fine. But I have a pen, but no paper."
"I wasn't planning on doing it on paper anyway."
I wondered why she was looking for paper when she was wearing fishnet stockings. Couldn't we just draw on the thighs peeking through the mesh?
Melanie seemed to understand my intent, as her face instantly flushed a deep red.
"W-what...! How shameless...! Are you serious right now..."
"If you don't want to, then don't. It doesn't matter to me."
A company model? I didn't enter this novel just to do something like that. From the start, I wasn't the one in the losing position.
Melanie tightly gripped the two pens she had taken out when I mentioned the OX game. Even in her state, her strength control was perfect; the pens didn't snap.
"You... you’ll really keep your promise, right?"
"But if you lose to me, you have to offer the model deal to Kim Min-su again. Deal?"
"...Fine."
Her face looked like she had a mountain of things she wanted to say. From why it had to be Kim Min-su to why it had to be an OX game. The fact that she couldn't voice those questions was proof that I had already seized control of the conversation.
When you keep responding passively, your range of responses becomes incredibly narrow. Even if you want to ask various things, your options are reduced to just 'Yes' or 'No.'
"Then you go first."
"Okay."
In games like Tic-Tac-Toe or Omok, the first player has the advantage. Melanie knew this well, so she didn't refuse the offer to go first.
"...Ngh..."
As soon as the cold sensation of the pen touched her thigh, her body trembled slightly. This was likely a situation she had never even imagined. How could she have expected to be drawing an X between the holes of her fishnet stockings?
"You can't draw it all messy like that."
I'll draw it properly, so don't move.
With those words, I placed the pen on Melanie’s thigh. As I slowly drew an O, I stared intently at her crotch. Because of my ambiguous gaze, she wouldn't even be able to complain.
"I told you not to move."
Melanie was twitching and trembling because of my gaze. To think she’d be like this already, and I haven't even devoured her yet.
While repeatedly telling her she was moving, I naturally placed my hand on her thigh. As soon as my thick hand landed on her, the gap between her thighs narrowed. I drew the circle as slowly as possible before pulling my hand away.
"You’re drawing very... sincerely."
"I have to be serious."
I brushed off her pointed remark with a casual response.
"My back is hurting a bit, so could you put your legs up toward me?"
It was time to start the real work. Melanie looked like she didn't understand what I was saying. I gave a very natural smile and tapped my own thigh.
"Put your thighs up here. On mine."
"...Understood."
Melanie’s face was a mask of pure humiliation. Her lips quivered as she even took off her high heels. As our thighs slowly overlapped, her entire lower body came into full view. I noticed the blue polish on her ivory-white toes—she must have had a pedicure.
"I am playing this game very seriously right now."
"I told you, so am I."
As the game dragged on, Melanie’s hemline kept creeping higher. I kept giving her openings, making it seem like she might win, while drawing circles further up her stockings.
"Ngh..."
I could see the frustration in her eyes. The higher the circles were drawn, the more her thighs trembled. I could see her inner thighs tightening as much as they possibly could. I wanted to bury my face between those thighs that left no room for even a sliver of light.
"...Stop... I want to stop."
If we went any further, her skirt would be completely hiked up, revealing her underwear. She knew this, which is why she spoke up to end it. She had prepared to seduce me with her body, but her resolve was severely lacking.
"That’s very disappointing."
"What?"
"No, just... I thought you were desperate, but I guess not. I apologize if I was rude."
At my slight provocation, her thighs, which had been lowering, came back up. It was quite admirable to see her use her body immediately without even answering.
I could end this game unilaterally whenever I wanted.
[You will never lose to a virgin.]
The skill I had relied on when Ryu Hye-mi intruded. The true power of the Virgin Bomber lay in the fact that the definition of 'defeat' was incredibly broad.
A power that ensured I would not lose in anything, as long as it involved a 'virgin.' That power had created this current situation.
An OX game doesn't usually last this long.
By now, her skirt was completely hiked up, and her underwear was clearly visible. It was luxury lingerie, but seeing as it was a sporty style, she probably hadn't thought this far ahead. To think she tried to seduce a man just by showing some cleavage and thighs.
"The game is almost over."
I slid my hand toward the inside of Melanie’s thigh and drew a circle. Her tofu-soft skin was flushed crimson with shame.
"There’s... there’s still the other side left..."
Since she was heading toward defeat, she couldn't just quit now. Honestly, I wanted to keep going too. Even though it was sporty underwear, the shape of her mound was visible, and I wanted to touch it.
"It’s over now."
If I pushed further here, the purpose of the game might get distorted. Besides...
"Miss, we have arrived."
The reason I suggested the OX game was because even if I dragged it out, there was a limit. Once we arrived at the gathering point, the situation was essentially forced to end.
"It was fun, Melanie."
Keep your promise.
I drew the final circle.
"Wait! What if Kim Min-su refuses? Then, again..."
"No, that won't happen."
Don't worry.
With those words, I stepped out of the limousine.
"Baek Tae-yang!"
I completely ignored her pitiful cry. Now, it was time to cook Kim Min-su.
Hyung will give you a little taste of romance.