152. Taming (5)

This is fun.

I wasn’t drunk just because I drank a can of 7.5% ABV beer, but whether I was sober or not, kneading Seo Jia’s belly fat that wouldn’t stay put was quite enjoyable.

Of course, just because I wasn’t drunk doesn’t mean she wasn’t.

You could tell just by her flushed cheeks.

Since she chugged two cans of beer, she must have desperately needed the bathroom, too.

If I had some kind of maniacal hobby, I would have tormented her more, but honestly, I didn’t really have that kind of taste.

“Haa…, stop. Please….”

“If you’re too embarrassed to ask, should I ask for you?”

“I don’t need… you….”

…It was just fun playing with her.

A woman who used to hate me so much getting into such a difficult situation at just a gesture from me was simply enjoyable.

Things I couldn’t really do to Haeun or Hinami anymore.

It wasn’t that I held back because I cared about them or liked them, but doing the same thing to a woman I didn’t even dislike wouldn’t give me any thrill. I felt nothing.

Rather than a perversion, when I was playing professionally, it felt like striking out a batter, I guess.

It was just purely fun.

…A bitch who used to be more successful than me being played by my hands.

“Ah, but now that I think about it. Convenience stores don’t really let people use their restrooms these days. Maybe it’s because they’re afraid someone will steal the key.”

“….”

“Still, if you show your ID and ask, wouldn’t they let you? If an idol asked, they’d probably let you.”

“Trash….”

Her eyes, which had been dead for a while, regained their spark, and her intense hatred towards me was incredibly enjoyable. So much so that I had no intention of arguing back when she called me trash.

It’s fun seeing Seo Jia in distress.

…Because she’s distressed,

it’s hilarious that she’s relying on that trash.

“If it really comes down to it, you can go back to the gym. It’s a bit closer than home, right? …Besides, most places won’t lend you their restroom even if you wear a mask, sunglasses, and pull your hat down low.”

“….”

“Choose whichever you prefer. Oh, and the house requires taking the elevator, so it’ll take a bit longer.”

Slowly, slowly.

I wanted to retrace the roundabout path we had taken, so I nudged her calves with my knee, making her step forward.

Seo Jia tried her best to keep her footing, but being drunk and desperately needing the bathroom, she couldn’t possibly resist my strength.

As she started walking like a waddling penguin, I blew air into her ear, pressed her stomach firmly once more, and whispered a final low voice.

“…If you grant me one wish later, I’ll carry you to the gym in under 3 minutes.”

“….”

“Ah, I won’t do anything dangerous. …I don’t plan on taking anything off outside.”

Making her imagine that the pressure on her stomach would only get stronger the moment she refused.

I gently massaged her warm lower abdomen, and with a sticky voice, I teased her eardrums and earlobes.

Finally, unable to bear it when my tongue touched her burning hot ear, she…

“….”

Nodded, and

walked behind me, releasing her grip, breathing raggedly, and climbed onto my back.

“…Good girl.”

To the now docile her, I put her hat on backward, firmly gripped her thighs, and took large strides.

Completely different from the way we came, this time it was straight ahead.

On the path I took every day.

“Haa…, hot…”

As my strides became so wide I was almost flying, she struggled to catch her breath, trying her best to endure it.

But every time her feet left the ground and touched down again, her reaction of gasping ‘hup,’ was so amusing that I didn’t slow down.

Besides, for Seo Jia, it would be better to get inside the building as soon as possible.

If she was truly at her ‘limit,’ she wouldn’t even have the energy to get on my back.

“Haak…, hoo, hoo…”

Carrying her, who was leaning completely against my back and kicking her legs,

I ran steadily down the road without traffic lights, and even for me, it was getting a bit tough.

Still, it wasn’t impossible, so I managed to reach the front of the building a little faster than promised.

Seeing the gym right in front of us, she let out a final sigh of relief, and as soon as I put her down near the stairs, without even looking at me, she dashed up towards the restroom.

After watching her retreating figure for a moment, I popped into the convenience store right next door and grabbed the alcohol I hadn’t bought earlier.

Nothing special, just some cheap vodka.

Of course, I had no intention of making that lightweight bitch drink 40% disinfectant.

She’d pass out the moment she drank it, and I couldn’t be bothered to carry her all the way home.

I’d just pop into the gym while waiting for her to come out, pour a small shot into a paper cup.

Stash it in a corner of the lounge, then, in front of her, after she came out washing her hands thoroughly, I’d rinse my mouth with vodka.

Feeling my tongue burn and then completely dry out, I pulled her close as she walked towards me with a frustrated expression. I hugged her tightly.

“Ah, wait…!”

The smell of alcohol wafted into my nose too.

Even if she was drunk, it wasn’t the scent that would come from her after just two cans of beer, especially while wearing a mask.

It was the smell emanating from the disinfectant that had moistened my lips and tongue.

To push that scent onto her tongue, I slowly slid down the mask covering her face.

“Pffha, hoo, M-madness…. Heh… Eup….”

Gripping her butt, which I had hesitated to grab earlier, tightly.

I let the contents of the paper cup still in my left hand drip onto my tongue,

and then pushed it straight into her mouth.

I threw the empty paper cup onto the floor.

While gently stroking her ear, still hot despite being wet,

“Eup…, puhu. Ha, hey, stop….”

“Hey?”

“Stop…, please. Eup…”

Although a single sip hadn’t made her drunk, the alcohol’s scent, which muddled the brain, made the atmosphere intoxicating.

The dim lighting inside the building, where everything was hazy, also contributed significantly to creating that peculiar atmosphere.

In the hazy atmosphere, I completely covered her tongue, which tasted slightly bitter like beer, with the scent of alcohol.

Enough that depending on her tolerance, she could get drunk just from this.

Not like a wish or anything, just like drunken rambling.

“Pffha…. Ha…”

“…Ah, I should use one wish.”

“What…?”

“Come with me. I want to take a picture.”

After the lingering kiss, I grabbed her wrist, pulled her outside the building, and stood her under the streetlight.

I took off the hat I had put on backward and left the mask hanging on her chin.

Taking out my phone from my pocket and holding it up high, I stood next to her, pressed my lips to her ear, and snapped a picture.

…I recorded a photo that she could never take with her sister’s boyfriend.

“Wish granted. Let’s go back.”

“….”

Looking at the photo we just took, she bit her lip and trembled all over.

Perhaps it was frustration at having another picture like this taken.

Or maybe because she didn’t even consider the kiss we just shared as fulfilling the wish.

…Or perhaps she was disappointed that I didn’t do anything lewd.

Of course, it wasn’t over yet, but from my perspective, it didn’t matter which.

After all, even if she hadn’t made a wish,

both of us could have achieved it without any resistance.

“Go home, wash up, and get some sleep. I have the day off tomorrow too, so if there’s anywhere you want to go, I can take you.”

“…Are you kidding me?”

“I’m not kidding. Otherwise, you can watch the kids get it on at home.”

“…I’m going up to rest.”

With her slightly more intoxicated but mentally clear, I put my arm around her waist.

I walked slowly under the streetlight, strolling through the empty night streets with a beautiful rose.

…Plucking its sharp thorns, one by one.

Gently tearing them off with my hands.

The increasingly thornless rose.

To eventually place in my own flowerpot.

**

…I want to die.

It wasn’t because Kang Joo-hyuk toyed with me.

Sure, I felt like dying of embarrassment when I ran desperately to the bathroom, but that was because Kang Joo-hyuk is a son of a bitch, not because I did anything wrong, right?

It wasn’t because I made eye contact with the convenience store clerk and worried about being caught, either.

The real reason I wanted to die was not that.

“Haa……”

After being forcibly kissed by him, during the long walk home that took well over ten minutes,

I wasn’t even wearing sunglasses, let alone a hat properly.

…I felt so stupid for walking along without feeling any sense of danger.

I couldn’t use drunkenness as an excuse; my mind had been completely clear ever since I was almost violated by him.

And I couldn’t claim it was just the lingering smell of alcohol making me dizzy, because I had just been in a very dangerous situation.

If I had run into anyone while walking, it would have been the end of me.

I couldn’t even pay attention to that; I was too busy worrying about him grabbing my butt and breathing in the night air.

“…Idiot.”

…Did my brain turn to mush when I desperately needed the bathroom?

But no matter how I thought about it, the stupid thing happened after he let me go the first time.

What was the problem that made me unable to feel the danger?

If it was the strong smell of soju in my mouth, I should have passed out when I drank the beer.

Was it because being kissed by him was so absurd?

No, it’s not like this is the first or second time he’s kissed me.

Then maybe, after threatening me with all sorts of things to grant a wish, he let it go with just taking a selfie, which relaxed me? Did my guard drop?

…That’s not it either.

A picture taken late at night under a streetlight, kissing my ear, is dangerous enough to ruin my life.

Why did I feel ‘safe’ then?

Did I think it was over for today?

“What a fucking idiot….”

I blamed myself endlessly.

Intoxicated by the lingering alcohol scent even after rinsing my mouth,

I closed my eyes under the pitch-black duvet and wandered aimlessly.

Suffering from the fact that the more famous my sister became, the more I’d have to pretend to be close to him.

…And suffering from the fear that the less famous my sister became,

the more he would covet me.