Chapter 81: The Result of the Bet [R-18]

“Huh?”

Seojin’s first shot landed farther from the mark than she’d expected. Her eyes widened as she glanced down at the rifle again.

“What? This is a little…”

“How cute.”

Rio pulled the trigger at nearly the same moment, but his bullet also missed the target by a small margin.

“You too.”

Seojin laughed with a click of her tongue. Rio chuckled and turned his head.

A brief, shared huff of laughter passed between them. Even the people watching nearby were surprised enough to look away for a moment before they both took aim again.

This time, Seojin planted her feet firmly.

She furrowed her brow slightly. One breath, two. Crack—the second bullet struck right near the center of the target. Rio’s shot followed, landing in a similar spot.

“Hmm.”

Seojin and Rio looked at each other, both realizing they were getting the hang of it. The third shot was the same.

“A tie?”

As Seojin wriggled an eyebrow, Rio laughed.

“Haha. A little weak for all that confidence.”

“…Want to get serious this time?”

“Yeah.”

Her competitive spirit stirred by his taunt, Seojin’s resolve hardened. They raised their rifles at the same time, their hearts quietly picking up the pace.

Crack—

Crack—

They pulled their triggers in a similar rhythm, and the targets fell one by one. Seojin took a deep breath for her final shot.

“Hmph…”

Crack. The target wobbled, then fell over. But Rio’s final shot, which followed immediately after, also landed dead center.

“……”

“One more time?”

At Rio’s relaxed suggestion, Seojin narrowed her eyes. Normally, she wouldn’t have wasted money on a prize stall like this, but after spending so much time with him, she found herself willingly diving into these games without even realizing it.

…And she was enjoying it quite a bit.

“Fine.”

Nodding, Seojin raised the rifle again. Her expression had already changed, as if she were determined to see this through to the very end.

Crack—

Crack—

Their focused gazes crossed amidst the continuous gunfire. But on the last shot, Seojin’s bullet went slightly astray.

“Ugh!”

“Oh.”

Rio confirmed his own hit, his lips pressed into a firm line. He gave a slight shrug. Seojin nodded in acknowledgment, but she couldn’t hide her frustration.

Just then, the stall owner came over and started counting.

“Eight shots, seven shots. You hit fifteen total between the two of you. You can pick a medium-sized doll.”

Rio crossed his arms and turned his head.

“This one’s for you.”

“…I’m not going to refuse.”

Seojin stared at the dolls with a flustered look. A small doll for thirty thousand won was a terrible deal, but she didn’t want one that was too pretty, as that felt like a burden, nor one that was too childish.

So she deliberately chose an ugly doll—a teddy bear with mismatched, crooked eyes that looked like it would be the last one left if they didn’t pick it. Rio smirked.

“You’re something else.”

“It’s the kind that grows on you. What’s wrong with that?”

Seojin turned away, hugging the doll. Even after they left the prize stall, Rio’s face was completely unclouded, brimming with a leisurely confidence.

“So, what’s your wish? And no ‘saving it for later’.”

He casually slung an arm over her shoulder, opposite the one with his bag. Seojin pressed her lips together, primly squeezing the doll’s face.

“You’re in such a hurry. You’re not even giving me time to think.”

“Because if you think too hard, you’ll come up with something terrifying. I’d rather you just pick quickly.”

“…Hmm.”

Rio glanced up at the sky for a moment, then used the arm on her shoulder to slowly pull her closer.

His unabashed hand seemed to casually brush against her chest, then, without warning, it wasn’t a gentle caress from below but a crude, firm squeeze of her breast.

“Take it off.”

Seojin froze. For a second, her ears burned hot. She tried to hide his blatant touch by lifting the doll she was holding over the back of his hand.

“……This is a public place!”

“I haven’t even said what to take off yet, and you’re already reacting like that…”

Rio breathed a low, lazy whisper next to her ear.

“Your underwear. Bring it to me.”

“…What?!”

“Top and bottom. Both.”

Flustered, Seojin’s eyes darted around. There were definitely people nearby, but the terrifying truth was that this man’s speed would far outpace the distance between them and any onlookers.

“You’re joking, right?”

“Nope. Seeing your reaction just made me want to see it for real.”

Rio’s hand pressed a little deeper. Taking advantage of the doll’s cover, his fingers pushed through the fabric of her shirt, finding a sensitive spot through her thin bra.

“I can’t… do something like that…!”

As Seojin resisted, he slowly pressed his thumb down. Her lips trembled, and at that tiny quiver, Rio swallowed a laugh.

Her face beet red, Seojin shook her head frantically. But a small moan escaped her like a sigh.

“Ah…!”

Something resonated deep inside her. Instinct reacted a little faster than reason.

“You’re so cruel…!”

“It’s my wish. Indulge me.”

The voice that slipped from her lips was powerless, and Rio’s hand remained still, as if it already knew everything.

“Then… the restroom… let me go to the restroom.”

At her words, he smiled, his dimples showing. He removed his hand, and Seojin glared at it resentfully. She pressed the doll tightly against her chest to hide her suddenly hard nipple and pouted.

“You won’t take too long masturbating, will you?”

Rio, ever the scoundrel, leaned in and planted a kiss on those pouting lips.

Unable to fight his teasing any longer, Seojin repeatedly smacked his shoulder and chest with the doll. Rio took the fluffy assault without flinching, laughing out loud.

“Hey, hey, I can take that away from you too, you know.”

At that, Seojin flinched and scurried toward the restroom like a cat with its fur on end.

Thankfully, she stepped into a blessedly empty restroom. The moment the door closed, the heat and panic that had been suspended in the air came crashing down.

That man… he’s really…

Her reflection in the mirror was far more flushed than usual. Her earlobes, her cheeks, even the skin around her eyes. She closed her eyes and pressed a hand to her forehead. It was hot, as if she had a fever, and her mind felt numb.

Still… thank god I’m not wearing a skirt today.

She reflexively clutched her thighs and crouched down. As she took off her clothes and hung them on the hook, she noticed a faint stickiness on her underwear and lowered her head once more.

“…Ah, seriously.”

She had to give them to him, but she couldn’t hand them over like this. A mix of embarrassment, panic, and the self-loathing realization that she had brought this on herself churned within her.

Seojin pulled out some toilet paper and gently dabbed at the spot. As the residual warmth soaked into the thin material, she let out a sigh.

She couldn’t hide the scent, but she could at least wipe away the fresh wetness. Only then did she compromise, biting her lip.

Click. She unhooked her bra. Standing naked in the bathroom stall, she felt a mix of shame and a strange sense of excitement.

It was all because of his needless comment about masturbating.

Seojin bent down to pick up her discarded pants. But if she was wet enough to stain her panties, putting her jeans back on now… would be uncomfortable.

Because of that, she sat on the toilet, folded a few squares of dry toilet paper, and carefully wiped herself. As the cool paper brushed against her skin, which was already sensitive and aroused, she flinched.

This is just… cleaning up.

The problem was that the friction from the thin paper was even more stimulating.

Once, twice. With each small, brushing motion, the strength drained from her legs. The sensation, growing more intense through the paper, made her shoulders tremble. In the end, she stopped.

She leaned forward, pressing one hand against the wall in self-disgust, while the other unconsciously dropped the toilet paper into the bowl.

The heat remaining on her empty palm and the lingering tremor deep inside her soon became one.

A little while later, Seojin emerged from the stall and glanced in the mirror. Without the doll, anyone could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Her cheeks were still flushed, and tucked under her arms as she hugged the doll was her neatly folded underwear.

Just… act normal. Like nothing happened.

Contrary to her resolve, her steps were much smaller than usual.

The sensation of the denim against her bare skin felt foreign, and the empty space between her legs felt raw and sensitive.

The more she tried not to think about it, the more the feeling of her thighs brushing and sticking together with every step struck her mind with sharp clarity.

Her eyes were fixed forward, but her senses were scattered in every direction. It wasn’t as if anyone was staring, but she felt as if someone was watching only her.

I’m insane… What the hell am I doing…?

Seojin buried her face in the doll she clutched to her chest. It was meant to hide her face, but she held it even more carefully, afraid her hidden bra and panties might shift.

With every small breath she took, the faint, fluttering sensation inside her refused to disappear.

In front of the exit, Rio was already leaning against a wall, watching her. A handsome man’s smile was always a fine thing to see, but Seojin’s gaze was stolen by the hand he held out to her.

“You’re back?”

She couldn’t just hand them over openly to him as he acted so nonchalant. She let him pull her into a soft embrace and, as if making an illicit trade, lifted the doll to place the underwear onto his palm.

“I’m never making a bet like this again…”

“Wouldn’t it be a healthier mindset to try your best to win and strip me instead?”

To any onlooker, they were just a sweet, lovey-dovey couple, with one partner hugging the other tightly after a trip to the restroom.

Rio chuckled, then raised an eyebrow as he gave the small bundle of thin fabric in his hand a little shake.

Then, when he brought it to his nose, as was his habit, Seojin quickly raised both hands to cover the bundle with the doll, trying to snatch it away from him.

But he just straightened up and laughed.

“Weren’t you disappointed, doing it all by yourself?”

“One of the stalls… was broken, so it took a while…!” Seojin retorted with her prepared excuse, glaring at him. In contrast to her fierce expression, Rio’s face was almost cherubic as he smiled with his eyes.

“Then I guess this must be from when you were with me.”

“…Rio!”

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Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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