episode_0028

I really wondered if maybe… No, I’d rather just think that they’re giving me these looks just because I’m drinking.

I lowered my clenched fist, trying to erase the unpleasant thoughts from my mind, and at that moment, GND7 asked me with a smile on her face.

“Wow~ Since it’s the first game, let’s start easy… Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No, I don’t.”

Surprisingly, everyone reacted with admiration to my answer.

A boyfriend? I wouldn’t make one, nor do I want to.

Meanwhile, Gong Jeong-hoon was already imagining me confessing to him after hearing that I didn’t have a boyfriend, blushing and accepting his confession.

“Well then, shall we play one more time~? Starting with me next!”

“…Fold if you haven’t had a drink yet.”

With Snowman8’s voice, another round of the same game started immediately, and I fully understood the rules of the game.

It didn’t seem as difficult as I thought… But definitely, this game is one where you can easily target someone if you want to. It’s a game where you can gather information about others… I didn’t think about it because I enjoy teasing people when I’m alone, but it seems like a good game to target a single woman with multiple people, or to help each other out when there are many pairs.

Or… make someone drink first and carry them away.

“Um… then, fold the person next to me.”

“Wow~ Isn’t that a direct hit?”

Next was one of the guys who kept brushing his arm against my chest, a perverted otaku-like guy.

The more fingers you fold in this game, the more disadvantageous it becomes. There’s a desire to fold more when you see someone who has folded a lot.

Next was the captain, and then me. Snowman8 folded two, and I folded one.

“…Fold the person with shorter hair than me.”

I immediately folded everyone except myself, and Snowman8 folded three fingers.

I had one finger folded, and the other person had three folded.

I thought this was safe, but then the explanation-loving otaku next to me hesitated and said, “I think I should fold the person with longer hair than me… or something like that…”

His tone… ugh….

It sounded like a warlock’s voice, making my head ache. It wasn’t as cheerful as before, but it felt much more unpleasant… Both seemed similar in a way.

I folded my finger, ending up with two fingers folded.

But Snowman8, having longer hair than the explanation-loving otaku, immediately folded four fingers.

Looks like the other side will be drinking this time.

Thinking that, the captain announced the next target to fold.

“Fold everyone except those wearing pants!”

…Immediately, I had three fingers folded, and Snowman8 had four.

“Fold anyone who can’t watch anime without subtitles.”

I don’t understand what this means at all.

Of course, anime is animation, but I don’t get why you can’t watch it without subtitles.

Subtitles…? Why can’t you watch anime without subtitles? You can understand everything if it’s in Korean.

As I was thinking that, GND7 suddenly grabbed my hand and forced me to fold.

“Oh~ Prada-nim, you can’t speak Japanese, right? Then you have to fold.”

“…What? Why?”

“Because of what just happened~”

[Pr-Prada-nim holding hands with someone…]

Ignoring Gong Jeong-hoon’s inner thoughts after hearing GND7’s words, I looked around at everyone who was not folding.

…So, everyone except me speaks Japanese?

It’s beyond absurd. Even Gong Jeong-hoon isn’t folding his fingers.

In an instant, I had four fingers folded, and Snowman8 had four fingers folded as well.

And then it was Gong Jeong-hoon’s turn.

“W-What should I do… If Spal-nim and Prada-nim aren’t folding…”

“Fold, Gong Jeong-hoon!”

“Ahaha! What’s that, Chofu-nim~? Self-destruct?”

“Well, Chofu-nim only has two fingers left anyway. I guess I can just pass this one…”

Suddenly, Gong Jeong-hoon folded his finger and said his name, and everyone around him laughed at the sight.

It was a ridiculous sight, self-destructing in a game where you have to beat others.

It was as foolish as it was laughable.

But I couldn’t bring myself to laugh at all, hearing Gong Jeong-hoon’s inner thoughts.

[P-Prada-nim, did you notice…? I covered for you! Ah…this is a complete increase in favorability event….]

…Cover for me?

If they were going to cover for me, they should have made Snowman8 drink, or at least made one of the other guys fold four fingers like me.

Suppressing my frustration and embarrassment inwardly, I watched as GND7, Gong Jeong-hoon’s next turn, looked at me mischievously and said.

“Then…fold if you’ve already had a drink!”

…Once again, all my fingers folded.

Gong Jeong-hoon’s face was filled with confusion again, and Snowman8 pushed GND7 with his shoulder.

And GND7, ignoring everyone around him, looked at me quietly and asked a question I never expected.

“What’s your bra size?”

“J-Jichil-nim!”

“Oh, come on! This is a drinking game where you have to answer such questions.”

…Disgusting.

It was so disgusting that I couldn’t help but sigh.

Forgetting that I was supposed to be playing as Lurica, I stared at GND7 in disbelief…and quietly raised my glass to drink.

“Oooh….”

“Hahaha…is it over?”

“Wow, Prada-nim drinks well.”

Alright, I roughly understand what these guys want now.

These perverted nerds are desperately trying to harass a beautiful woman who suddenly appeared in front of them.

It seems like all of them, except Gong Jeong-hoon and Snowman8, want to ask me strange questions or make me drink.

Gong Jeong-hoon is no help at all…and Snowman8 seems to be paying a little attention.

I didn’t know my bra size, and I didn’t want to answer such a question, so I drank immediately, but…I regretted it a little.

I’m a mess after just finishing a glass of beer, my head spinning.

It seemed difficult to drink more from now on.

I had no choice but to make up lies from now on….

[Currently performing a mission. Games that occur during the mission will be conducted fairly.]

…Damn it,

It seemed like I had to play this completely unfair game fairly.

The status window seems to think this is fair, even though it’s incredibly unfair.

It’s a disgusting situation.

“Fold if you’ve ever been late for a meetup~”

The game resumed immediately, and I ended up folding one finger from the start.

And of course…once again, I was the first to fold all my fingers this time.

“Favorite type of guy!”

“Gong….”

I was about to answer Gong Jeong-hoon as a lip service, but my mouth stopped.

Is this what it means to play the game fairly? You have to tell the truth or drink.

Thinking it was a dirty rule, I honestly said.

“I don’t have one.”

“Oh~ Where can you find someone like that, Prada-nim.”

“If you don’t have one…well, if you don’t want to say, you’ll have to drink….”

I grimaced and drank another glass of beer, feeling dizzy after just three glasses.

I realized how weak I was to alcohol…and as the next game started, I became the target of the penalty once again.

“How many relationships? Or you can tell me a different number.”

“I’ll drink.”

There was no way I could say that in front of Gong Jeong-hoon. Something else? Ask me how many times I’ve had sex?

Thinking it was low, I drank and finally, with just this much, I felt the alcohol rush to my head, making my upper body stagger.

Snowman 8 and Gong Jeong-hoon’s worried eyes were visible, while the rest of us were filled with sticky and greasy desires that pierced through our chests and faces.

Unable to tolerate being the only one targeted any longer, I raised my hand in frustration and said, “Hey… Am I the only one being targeted here?”

“Oh… Is that so? It’s just a coincidence.”

“So, should we play a different game then?”

Upon hearing my complaint, they must have realized that they were being too obvious in targeting only me, as they immediately switched to a different game.

The bottle of soju spun on the table once again… and landed on a spot.

This time, it was Snowman 8 who had to choose the game.

“Well then… Baskin Robbins 31, going in the original order.”

Following the original order, it would be Snowman 8, Pervert, me, Explanation Bug, Captain, Quiet Otaku, Gong Jeong-hoon, GND7, and then back to Snowman 8.

With everyone agreeing to the game, Snowman 8 glanced at me with a stern face and said, “…Let’s have a practice round. Some people might not know the drinking game.”

“Oh~ Where’s the fun in that? You learn by drinking if you don’t know.”

“Captain, it’s your first time joining us today.”

“Uh, um… Y-yes, that’s right. Should we go with that then?”

…For some reason, Snowman 8 seemed to be on my side.

Once we started playing the game… it turned out to be a brain game. Each person could say one to three numbers, and then the next person had to continue with the numbers, gradually increasing them.

In the end, the person who said 31 would be the loser.

Compared to the previous game where one person could unilaterally target another, this game showed a lot of strategic elements and seemed quite fun.

“25, 26, 27!”

“28, 29, 30….”

“Ahh! Just let me off this once!”

“Chopu, it’s just a practice round this time.”

“Oh? Really? Oh right, I forgot…?”

After playing the game once, I quickly grasped the rules.

The game was well-designed… easy to understand for beginners and created tension with the penalty of drinking alcohol.

If it’s a brain game like this… it’s right up my alley.

After playing once, I understood the game immediately.

In other words, as long as I could say 23 somehow, I would be safe. In that case, even if I wanted to be caught, I wouldn’t be able to.

The problem is that the situation doesn’t come up easily… there’s no way to control it alone, and with more people, the game introduces more variables.

The game becomes more tense as you try to predict when you will be the loser.

“25… Your turn.”

“25, 26… Your turn.”

“24, 25… Your turn.”

“27, your turn.”

It’s clearly a game where there’s no way to control it alone.

But… if GND7 says a number that seems to target me, Snowman 8 immediately says a number that allows me to avoid drinking.

I don’t know the reason, but he’s definitely protecting me.

No… actually, this is normal. It’s strange to treat a woman you just met so blatantly in order to make her drink as much as possible. If he’s not targeting Gong Jeong-hoon, I could have run away from the table right away.

“Haha…! Shall we change the direction we’re spinning now?!”

“Yes, it seems like we’re the only ones drinking too much…”

Thanks to Snowman 8, only Explanation Bug, Captain, and Quiet Otaku, who were next in line after me, continued to drink as he made them drink one shot each.

Gong Jeong-hoon nodded in approval… while Snowman 8 looked at me with a worried expression.

I’m nervous.

Earlier, Snowman 8 had paid attention to the numbers to prevent me from losing, but if the order reversed, Quiet Otaku, Captain, and Explanation Bug would follow in succession.

And of course, from then on, I kept getting caught.

“31….”

As I muttered 31 with a frustrated heart, the hand holding the beer glass trembled.

I thought this game was a brain game… but it’s just a game where a group of people conspire and target one person.

But since the ones who chose the game were Gong Jeong-hoon and Snowman8, the guys who seemed to be on my side… it’s hard to say there’s a problem with the game.

Perhaps this is just the feeling that comes with a drinking game.

Once again, as the one who got the penalty, the captain threw a question at me.

“By any chance, what’s your chest size…?”

“Oh, Captain! That was the question I asked earlier!”

“Oh! My mistake! Ah… but let’s just go with this question!”

Despicable.

He’s pretending it’s a mistake… but it looks intentional no matter how you look at it. Knowing that if he asks the same question I avoided before, I’ll refuse to answer and just drink, it’s a calculated move.

This was already my third consecutive penalty this time. The first question was about when my first kiss was, and at what age I first dated… both questions made Gong Jeong-hoon’s eyes flicker with unease, so I had no choice but to refuse to answer and just drink.

Gong Jeong-hoon… can’t be sure yet, but he seemed to take the matter of whether the other person is a virgin very seriously.

It’s ridiculous, but with the mission at stake, I can’t ignore that. I already know there are obstacles, so if I can avoid them, why would I deliberately trip over them?

But having already drunk because of that reason… I had a feeling that if I drank more, I would get drunk.

It’s funny to think that just drinking this will make me drunk, but my body really was at its limit. My head was spinning and my whole body was warm.

I hesitated for a moment and then raised my hand.

“Excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom….”

“Oh, yes, yes….”

As the guys on either side of me made way, I tried to get up and slip out between the knees and the desk, but in my drunken state, I accidentally sat on Snowman8.

“Oh, I-I’m sorry.”

“Oh, no, no… um, if you’re drunk, should I help you for a moment…?”

“Uh… well, thank you then.”

As I tried to get up again, I felt something hot on my butt.

…It’s quite big. The heat that I could clearly feel on my butt made me unconsciously gauge its size.

Could this be… that?

It’s an unavoidable reaction since I sat on top of him while drunk, but it’s a bit embarrassing.

Snowman8’s continued efforts to help me didn’t seem too bad. So, even with this kind of contact, it could be understood as a man and just let it go.

But… my status window seemed to have a different opinion.

[Status: High Libido 1]

(Porcio 7) When seeing or feeling a large penis, the urge quickly rises. The urge continues to rise until reaching Porcio.

Damn it.