Chapter 181: Choi Arin was OO

“Hey.”

“Woong?”

“Can you handle it?”

Choi Arin was so out of it that she didn’t quite understand what Hayoon was saying.

However, she instinctively sensed that Hayoon was somehow… annoyed.

Was it a woman’s intuition?

Women generally have a knack for picking up on shifts in someone’s mood.

Even in her drunken state, Choi Arin’s senses were surprisingly sharp.

And that was the problem.

“Not scared.”

Choi Arin was drunk, and her inhibitions were gone.

So, even though she knew Hayoon was annoyed with her, she pushed back.

Being tipsy, she felt like she could even take on Hayoon, the typical proactive leader.

What could Hayoon do even if she was angry?

I’ll just tease her a lot, then apologize tomorrow morning when I’m sober.

With such thoughts, she provoked Hayoon.

“Hayoon’s not scary at aaaaaall. Hayoon’s my money baaaag.”

She provoked her again.

They say alcohol makes people brave. Choi Arin felt like she could somehow get one over on Hayoon.

Her jab felt like a brilliant move.

“My money bag Hayoonie…?”

And so, she fearlessly provoked her a third time.

Hayoon, who had been watching silently.

“Hmph?”

Just smashed her lips against Choi Arin’s.

No, it wasn’t just lips.

‘Tongue, I’m pretty sure this is how you use it, right?’

She hadn’t French kissed many times, and for the past few months, she had been too busy for any real skinship.

In short, Hayoon was also pent up.

And, having had to deal with Choi Arin’s drunken antics twice in the last month…

Her stress levels had built up and finally exploded.

Hayoon, in a “screw it” moment, initiated the kiss, her tongue gently exploring Choi Arin’s mouth.

“Ugh, no, you…”

For a moment, Choi Arin felt herself sobering up a little.

The sensation of another person’s tongue against hers was that strange.

She felt a slight shiver, and a sense of crisis, like she shouldn’t just let this happen…

Choi Arin tried to resist in some way, but…

‘Ah,
… I have no strength…’

The alcohol made her fingertips and toes tingle, and she couldn’t muster any strength.

And while that was happening…

“Did you forget what we are to each other? Why would you think I wouldn’t do anything if you seduced me?”

“Ah, ahh…”

Hayoon left a hickey on Choi Arin’s neck.

Perhaps because Hayoon had also had a drink after a long time, even if it was just one can of beer, she was slightly aroused.

The snowball effect that had started with Hayoon’s one can of beer yesterday had led to this situation.

– Pop.

Hayoon unbuttoned Choi Arin’s blouse.

Choi Arin’s pale breasts, nestled in her bra, were revealed.

Without hesitation, Hayoon left red lip marks on Choi Arin’s collarbone and upper chest.

She was thoroughly annoyed.

Perhaps because she had faked being taken advantage of last time by leaving hickeys on her own chest, it seemed Choi Arin was seriously mistaken.

“Unnie, haven’t you never once proactively done anything to me?”

“What are you talking about, you little… Hmph…”

Choi Arin, wincing slightly from the pain of the hickeys, retorted.

However, in her mind, she couldn’t help but think, Maybe that’s true? And Hayoon, seizing the opportunity, kissed her again.

Their tongues intertwined, this time more softly.

“Hooo…”

Choi Arin’s eyes glazed over slightly, and as their faces parted, a thin strand of saliva connected their tongues.

Then, snap.

The thread of saliva broke, dripping into Choi Arin’s mouth.

She swallowed it.

The animosity in Choi Arin’s eyes had significantly diminished.

No, come to think of it, it was ridiculous for Choi Arin to feel animosity.

She seduces someone, then gets angry when they reciprocate?

What kind of etiquette was that?

“Haa…”

Choi Arin gasped for breath, then closed her eyes, thinking it was finally over.

Usually, they only shared a few light pecks, but this had been a deep kiss.

She thought she could just go to sleep now, her body pleasantly tired…

– Pop, pop, pop, pop.

“Huh, huh?”

In an instant, all the buttons on her blouse were undone.

“Aah, Hayoooon… don’t…”

Hayoon, clearly not intending to stop there, unbuttoned all of Choi Arin’s blouse buttons and forcibly sat her up to take it off.

Choi Arin tried to resist, but she was no match.

She was drunk and couldn’t control her body, and Hayoon was physically stronger.

There was nothing she could do.

“Eek, eek…”

So she tapped Hayoon’s collarbone, but Hayoon didn’t stop.

She just took off the blouse. Choi Arin, with an expression of disbelief, covered her chest and glared at Hayoon.

“What… do you think you’re doing?”

“You seduced me.”

“No…”

“I’m an adult now. You should have only done things you could handle.”

“Th-that’s…!”

Then, Hayoon calmly spoke and unhooked Choi Arin’s jeans, pulling them down.

Since wide-leg pants were in fashion, Choi Arin’s pants came off easily.

“I told you not to…! I’m your unnie, Min Hayoon! I’m your unnie…!”

Then, Choi Arin crossed her legs, covering her private parts, and snapped at Hayoon.

Since she couldn’t win with strength, she was trying to use her abstract authority to stop Hayoon.

However…

“Unnie.”

“What…”

“Do you know?”

“Know what…”

“They say a person being raped has three times their normal strength.”

“Ha, that’s ridiculous… Then why am I letting this happen? Besides, are you serious? I kept telling you not to, Min Hayoon. I’ll be sober soon, you know? Then you might be the one getting overpowered by me. Keep that in mind.”

“They say a rapist has seven times their normal strength.”

Hayoon sneered, uttering a chilling statement.

“Huh…? You, really… really…”

Then, Choi Arin looked at Hayoon, terrified.

Surely, it couldn’t be, but somehow…

She felt like Hayoon harbored such cruel intentions.

Her eyes also looked somewhat murderous.

“I’ve been thinking, it’s because I was seduced. Huh? When someone’s flaunting themselves so openly, you have to use seven times your strength, right?”

“W-wait, hey… hey… don’t do this, l-let’s talk…!”

Choi Arin pleaded, covering her chest and private parts with her arms and thighs, but Hayoon reached into her hoodie and pulled out her bra.

It was an E-cup bra, so it was large and stretchy.

“I’ll start by tying your hands, okay?”

“He-hehe… Hayoon… I’m your unnie. Let’s not do this. Uh, unnie really wants to have a wholesome relationship with Hayoon…”

“Then don’t seduce me.”

“Kya, kyaak!”

And come to think of it.

‘Am I an S?’

No, was it because it was Choi Arin?

She just… wanted to be a bit forceful.

About 5 hours later…

“I was taken… I was taken… This crazy, younger took me… I’m annoyed, annoyed, annoyed…”

Choi Arin curled up like a shrimp and whimpered.

She hadn’t slept properly and had been intimate, but she didn’t look tired.

Instead, the alcohol had worn off, and she was speaking faster and more coherently.

“Are you really annoyed?”

Then, Hayoon, sharing the same blanket, climbed on top of Choi Arin and looked her straight in the eyes.

Hayoon knew.

Choi Arin had a subtle masochistic streak.

When Hayoon bit her breasts and butt, she had moaned in pleasure. Hayoon had heard it herself. Annoyed? What nonsense.

Sure enough.

Choi Arin glanced up at Hayoon, then quickly looked away.

Even her grumbling about being annoyed felt somewhat… titillating.

It was part of the process of her discovering her M-side…

Choi Arin herself just didn’t realize it yet, and could only express it as annoyance.

“Say something, unnie. Huh? I saw you writhing in pleasure all day today, and you’re annoyed? Huh? Why are you annoyed? That doesn’t make sense.”

Hayoon retorted, giving Choi Arin a taste of her own medicine.

“Th-this…… I was turned on. Happy now? It was good. Are you happy? Huh? Even when I asked you to stop, you told me to shut up and stuck your tongue in, and down there, like, um, like… twirling… I said I was tired and asked you to stop!! You took me for an hour, and you don’t think I’d be annoyed! Huh?”

Then, Choi Arin, her emotions seemingly rising, snapped back.

However.

“No, that’s what I’m asking. Did you dislike it? You liked it.”

“You have to be honest, right?”

“It was… good…”

When Hayoon confronted her directly, she couldn’t bring herself to say she disliked it.

“It was good, but, I’m annoyed. I hate you. Get lost. Rapist. Go away…”

Then, in a voice that lacked any real bite, she kept poking Hayoon…

“Then I guess I’ll have to r*pe our Arin one more time. Can’t be helped. Our Arin can’t be a liar. I’ll have to be the rapist.”

“Our Arin, what? H-stop talking nonsense…! Kya, kyaak!”

She was taken again.