Chapter 169: Hotel, Cocktail, Bikini, Massage, Part 2

Normally, one rarely opens another person’s suitcase.

Perhaps a family member or a close relative, but for someone outside that circle, it usually implies a certain level of intimacy.

Hong Seo-hyun opening Hayoon’s suitcase was definitely not a normal occurrence.

To get to this point, she had suggested the overnight hotel stay, booked the room, researched potent cocktails, and successfully guided a stumbling drunk Hayoon to their suite.

Only then had she earned the right to open Hayoon’s suitcase.

Hong Seo-hyun swallowed, her heart pounding.

Even though she had obtained this privilege by getting Hayoon drunk, she couldn’t help but feel excited.

She was about to open the miniature wardrobe of the woman she was attracted to.

How could she not be thrilled?

Did Pandora feel this way when she opened the forbidden box? The anticipation was overwhelming, making her feel slightly lightheaded.

Her mind was consumed by the contents of the suitcase, slowing down her other thoughts.

With a ziiip, the suitcase opened, revealing its contents.

It was… lacy black lingerie. The kind one might call “lingerie.”

Was it… special occasion underwear?

Hong Seo-hyun couldn’t fathom Hayoon’s intentions.

She could only speculate about Hayoon’s taste in undergarments.

“Ah…”

Lifting the lingerie, Hong Seo-hyun gasped, a mixture of shock and admiration washing over her.

It was a bikini, a simple string bikini, presumably the one Hayoon intended to wear. But the color was special.

“Vermilion…”

A shade of red. Vermilion.

In other words, a “Scarlet” bikini. And since Hong Seo-hyun was Scarlet…

Was it… Scarlet’s, Hong Seo-hyun’s, bikini?

Did that mean Hayoon’s body, clad in this bikini, was…

“An invitation?”

It was the perfect excuse for the lovestruck Hong Seo-hyun to overinterpret the situation.

In reality, Hayoon had chosen the vermilion bikini simply to match Hong Seo-hyun’s Scarlet persona, hoping to create a fun moment and spark conversation.

But to someone yearning for connection, the smallest details held immense significance.

Hong Seo-hyun had gone to great lengths to get Hayoon drunk and create an opportunity for intimacy.

Could anyone be more desperate than her?

And desperation clouded judgment, emboldening her actions.

Holding the bikini, Hong Seo-hyun crept towards the sleeping Hayoon.

She swallowed, gazing at Hayoon dozing on the bed.

Hayoon wasn’t deeply asleep, just dozing.

A light nudge would wake her.

But if Hong Seo-hyun simply covered her with a blanket, Hayoon would fall into a deep sleep.

It was a choice: wake Hayoon up and get her into the bikini, or let her sleep peacefully.

“Hayoon, wake up. Time to put on your bikini.”

“Oh, the bikini… I bought a cute one online…”

“You did? It’s beautiful.”

“Right? Heehee…”

Discarding any remaining guilt, Hong Seo-hyun woke Hayoon up.

She sat the naked Hayoon up on the bed and tied the bikini top around her neck.

Next was the front part, the piece that would cover Hayoon’s breasts.

She positioned it correctly and pulled the strings…

“…?”

She pulled…

“It’s tight…”

And pulled harder…

“Ugh… it’s suffocating…”

Hayoon whined. But this was a necessary safety measure.

“Just a little longer,” Hong Seo-hyun soothed, stroking Hayoon’s hair as she finally tied the strings.

“…”

“Wow…”

Hong Seo-hyun moved to the front to see why Hayoon was complaining.

The bikini top was simply too small for Hayoon’s ample breasts.

It was supposed to be a regular bikini, but on Hayoon, it looked like a micro bikini.

Hong Seo-hyun’s gaze drifted downwards.

“Control yourself. Control yourself.”

Hayoon, still drunk, didn’t resist as Hong Seo-hyun slipped the bikini bottoms on her, giving Hong Seo-hyun another thrilling moment. She grinned as she tied the strings.

Hayoon was now in her bikini, and…

“… So hot…”

There was no other way to describe Hayoon.

Her ample breasts practically spilled out of the tiny bikini top.

The bottoms had disappeared completely, leaving visible marks on her skin.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Oh, okay…”

And Hayoon’s innocent, drunken demeanor, so unlike her usual sharp, composed self, was devastatingly alluring.

“Hayoon, lie down here.”

“Huh?”

“You’re tired. Swimming might be too much. I’ll give you a massage before bed.”

“A massage…”

“I’ll even use that… tanning oil. Just for fun.”

“Sounds nice…”

Hayoon, still drunk, mumbled her agreement.

Hong Seo-hyun couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else being with Hayoon, so alluring and adorable.

She decided that tonight, she would claim Hayoon as hers.

And…

“Mmm…”

Hayoon, groaning softly, lay face down on the sunbed, placing a pillow under her chest for support.

Someone with her bust size needed cushioning when lying on her stomach. The hotel pillow was perfect.

She settled into a comfortable position, drifting off to sleep, when…

Click.

The sound of a bottle opening echoed through the room.

Hayoon didn’t react.

It was the oil Hong Seo-hyun had bought, not sunscreen, but massage oil from an adult store.

‘It’s supposed to be… a scent women like…’

Hong Seo-hyun, a woman herself, had taken a sniff.

She liked it.

She hoped Hayoon would too.

Glug, glug.

She poured the clear, viscous liquid onto her hand.

It wasn’t the brownish oil often depicted in adult media, but it had a distinct, sensual texture.

‘I’ll start with her back. I’ll pour the oil down her spine…’

“Huh?”

Hayoon, not completely oblivious, felt the strange, slippery sensation on her back.

But…

“It’s okay, just relax, Hayoon. I’ll be quick. It’s late, so let’s just apply the oil and then shower together.”

“Shower? Can’t we just sleep?”

“No. We already applied the oil. I’ll be quick. Let’s shower and then sleep.”

“Okay…”

Hong Seo-hyun had easily manipulated Hayoon.

Her persuasive skills were… impressive.

Well, her words weren’t particularly persuasive, but they were effective against someone who was drunk and unable to think clearly.

“Mmm…”

Hayoon, unable to resist, simply succumbed to the sensations, half-asleep, as Hong Seo-hyun’s clumsy massage techniques stimulated various parts of her body.

Massages were supposed to be relaxing and sleep-inducing, especially when combined with alcohol.

But Hong Seo-hyun saw this as an opportunity.

“Haaa…”

She targeted specific areas: Hayoon’s inner thighs, the curve of her buttocks, the side of her breasts. Subtle, almost accidental touches.

Hayoon, breathing heavily, was on the verge of sleep, overwhelmed by the cocktails.

Tonight, Hayoon’s body was Hong Seo-hyun’s plaything.