Chapter 174: Choi Arin makes a mistake

Hayoon’s sense of déjà vu quickly materialized.

Choi Arin, being perceptive, initially drank cautiously.

“Hehe…”

She sipped her first glass with an awkward smile.

“Munch.”

Then another glass when Hayoon took a large bite of her pork belly wrap.

Another when Hayoon went to get more lettuce wraps.

Sipping like that, little by little…

By the time they had nearly finished the pork belly, her cheeks were flushed red.

They were warm to the touch, and Choi Arin kept touching her cheeks as if they were hand warmers.

“Shouldn’t we stop there?”

“Huh?”

She had already finished one bottle.

At this point, Hayoon couldn’t help but worry.

Even for men, one bottle of soju was often their limit.

And generally, women had lower alcohol tolerance than men, yet Choi Arin had already downed a whole bottle.

How could Hayoon not be worried?

“No, I’m fine. This much is fine. Excuse me! Another bottle, please!”

“Oh dear…”

However, drunk people rarely listen to reason.

Choi Arin insisted on ordering another bottle, reassuring Hayoon that she was fine as she uncapped it.

‘I don’t know anymore.’

As long as she doesn’t black out, she’ll probably feel remorseful tomorrow.

Hayoon decided to just let things unfold and see how far Choi Arin would go.

“Heehee…”

Choi Arin giggled and tilted her soju glass.

Initially, when she was drinking with the pork belly, the soju didn’t taste particularly good.

Soju isn’t exactly a delicious drink, is it?

Choi Arin wasn’t a heavy drinker anyway, and it didn’t really suit her palate, but…

“Ah, this is delicious.”

But, as soon as she started eating the grilled marinated ribs, the soju suddenly became incredibly palatable.

Soju apparently pairs well with sweet side dishes.

Or maybe it was because she was drunk?

The alcohol went down smoothly.

Hayoon, with an expression that said, “Let’s see how far this goes,” silently grilled the marinated ribs and placed them on Choi Arin’s plate.

She occasionally made a wrap for herself, all the while keeping a close eye on Choi Arin.

She was worried sick.

‘There’s no way this woman can drink this much…’

Back at the studio, Choi Arin would sip on a 2% alcohol canned soju.

If she were a good drinker, she would have brought something like Blue Label, not cheap, fruit-flavored canned soju, right?

She was now nearing the end of her second bottle. As Hayoon kept grilling the meat, Choi Arin, like a pelican instinctively putting food in its mouth, kept eating and gulping down soju, which made Hayoon very uneasy…

“Delicious… Hee… hee…”

“Oh, for crying out loud.”

Choi Arin, who had been refilling her own glass, suddenly overpoured, spilling soju.

However, Choi Arin, seemingly oblivious to the soju on her hand, tilted her head in confusion but continued sipping.

What on earth was Hayoon to do with this woman?

Hayoon squinted at Choi Arin.

“She’s gone off the deep end.”

“Want some, Hayoon?”

“This is really bad.”

Ignoring Hayoon’s self-deprecating tone, Choi Arin pressed the soju glass against her own cheek.

It was a pose reminiscent of soju models in commercials, conscious of the camera.

“Woman, are you a cosplay model or a soju model? Huh? What are you doing, seriously?”

“Alright, alright, I’ll drink it.”

“Oh dear.”

She wasn’t even making sense anymore.

Hayoon, dumbfounded, made a mental note.

‘Choi Arin’s limit: one bottle of soju.’

No matter what, she wouldn’t let her drink more than one bottle.

Hayoon resolved to herself.

“Hic…!”

“…?”

Suddenly, Choi Arin sprang up from her seat and came over to Hayoon, resting her head on Hayoon’s lap.

Perhaps because Hayoon was sitting on the long sofa-style seat typical of Korean BBQ restaurants, Choi Arin, shameless, laid her head on Hayoon’s lap and closed her eyes.

Choi Arin’s drunken habit was to get clingy like this…

“Sigh.”

Hayoon, who hadn’t wanted to discover Choi Arin’s drunken habits this way, finished the remaining pork ribs.

While she had been cutting meat for Choi Arin, Hayoon herself hadn’t eaten dinner.

As if taking revenge on Choi Arin, who probably wanted to go home and rest, Hayoon chewed slowly, taking her time to fill her stomach.

“Phew…”

“Ah…”

As she was finishing the meat…

She sighed, looking at Choi Arin, who was dead to the world.

Hayoon realized that this woman was already completely wasted, and it didn’t matter whether she hurried or took her time.

“Aren’t you being too irresponsible?”

She gently stroked the head of Choi Arin, whose face was resting on her lap, then started eating meat again.

There wasn’t much left, so she planned to eat quickly and leave.

“Just you wait.”

She had also thought of an interesting way to get revenge, to make sure Choi Arin would never drink like this again.

“Yes, thank you, driver. Have a good night.”

About an hour after Choi Arin had passed out from the alcohol…

Hayoon, supporting the completely blacked-out Choi Arin, entered a building illuminated by neon signs.

“Reservation for room 204. Two toothbrush sets, please.”

“Yes, here you go. Here’s the smart key too.”

“Yes, thank you.”

She got what she needed from the employee at the counter, went up to the second floor, opened the door with a click of the smart key, and went inside…

“Haaaah.”

First, she laid Choi Arin on the bed.

Why was there a bed?

Well, because this was a motel.

“Oh, Mom. I think I have to stay overnight in Ilsan. Unnie suddenly went crazy and started chugging alcohol, and now she’s blacked out. I don’t think I can make it back to Seoul.”

– Arin did? She seemed like such a nice kid, why did she do that?

“She’s twenty. It happens.”

Sigh, okay. You didn’t drink, did you?

“Of course not. I don’t like alcohol.”

– Okay, okay, rest well for a day and come home. Alright?

“Yes, yes.”

Hayoon, having tossed Choi Arin onto the bed, called Yoon Su-hee to tell her she was staying overnight, then took the toothbrush set and went into the bathroom.

“Ugh, bleegh.”

Then, she brushed her teeth, spitting out white foam.

Hayoon wasn’t a drunk like some people, and she had no intention of sleeping without brushing her teeth.

She brushed thoroughly first, and next was Choi Arin.

“Nghaaa…”

“Uh, uh, okay, okay. I’ll put you to bed soon.”

She dragged the unconscious Choi Arin, forced her to stand, and brushed her teeth.

She quickly removed the meat and vegetables stuck in her teeth, and since she couldn’t make her rinse her mouth, she took her back to the bed and laid her down.

And next was…

“You’re dead, Choi Arin.”

First, she undressed Choi Arin.

Leaving only her underwear on.

She placed her on one side of the bed like this, and then she undressed herself completely…!

Completely naked, without a stitch of clothing.

“I’ll make sure you never get drunk like this again.”

Then, Hayoon brought her own large breasts to her mouth.

Now the task was set.

Hayoon herself created a hickey.

“Ooh…”

Hayoon, wincing at the stinging sensation, turned pale when she saw the clear red mark on her breast.

Now, if she just made about three more like this?

“Hehehe…”

She was already looking forward to Choi Arin’s reaction tomorrow morning.

Hayoon, hoping Choi Arin would wake up before her, lay down naked next to Choi Arin, scrolled through her phone for a bit, then covered herself with the blanket and went to sleep.

Seven in the morning.

Choi Arin, who had started drinking quite early, woke up relatively early.

She didn’t know how she got home, but anyway, she was home.

“Uggggh…”

She threw off the blanket, got out of bed, and stretched, intending to go get some water…

– Squish.

And, as she put her hand down on the floor, she felt something strange.

“Squish…?”

That wasn’t the feel of a bed.

What on earth was this…?

Choi Arin, with a puzzled expression, turned her head, trembling.

Something, a very unsettling feeling…

Crept chillingly down her spine.

And Choi Arin’s premonition turned out to be exactly right…

“Ah…?”

She found herself sharing a bed and a blanket with a naked Hayoon.

But, the red mark on Hayoon’s chest, what on earth was that…?

“A hickey…?”

Gasp!

As that thought struck her, Choi Arin recoiled in horror.

A hickey on her body meant…

She had done ‘it.’

“N-no…”

Choi Arin couldn’t speak.

Right now, Choi Arin was wearing underwear, but Hayoon was naked.

Which meant, Choi Arin, in her ungrateful drunkenness, had forcibly stripped Hayoon, who had kindly brought her to a motel to rest, bitten her breasts, sucked on them, and even left hickeys…

“H-huh…”

What on earth had she done last night?

Choi Arin’s mind momentarily went blank as she tried to recall the events of last night…

“I can’t remember…?”

She couldn’t remember.

Of course she couldn’t.

Because she hadn’t done anything but sleep.