bigabreads Chapter 165: How Do You Deal With What You Like (1)
Chapter 165: How Do You Deal With What You Like (1)
chapter 165: how do you deal with what you like (1)
-a glass of soju, not filled with the ripe moonlight but with electric light.
-the next glass is to forget the bitter memories.
-and another glass for the flower that was rejected after a confession...
the sound of a radio emanated from the smartphone. the gentle music box sound soothed the room.
my room was dark but atmospheric.
i had arranged some convenience store alcohol for a modest drinking party.
various snacks, like jerky, were spread out on the desk. i randomly chewed on them, continuously drinking.
-clink.
no matter how much i emptied the glass, the clear and bitter liquid kept refilling...
jin dallae courteously held the soju bottle, continuously pouring into my glass.
holding the label with one hand and supporting the bottom with the other, a posture reminiscent of a construction company, where respecting your elders and superiors is paramount.
“...here.”
“yeah.”
“did you properly retract your magic power?”
“do i really need to get drunk?”
jin dallae nodded stiffly, as if wanting to verify my sincerity or something.
to me, this felt like retribution for disappearing for three days.
i popped a piece of jerky in my mouth while drinking.
to get drunk, i completely retracted my magic power, leaving my body defenseless.
i was fine with one bottle, but after three, i quickly became tipsy.
jin dallae, seemingly thirsty for alcohol, snuck sips here and there while i drank.
“...but.”
“yes.”
“why do you like me?”
my face turned red with a smile.
“just being with you makes me happy.”
“is that so? i can’t understand. what’s there to like about someone like me?”
another glass. the fourth bottle.
two empty soju bottles lie next to jin dallae.
“stop drinking. you’re already bad with alcohol. you’ll have a headache tomorrow.”
“if not today, when else will we drink... you’ll be busy again.”
my throat felt constricted as i drank.
my vision blurred and emotions overflowed.
if i drank more... i felt like i might reveal everything about the past or whatnot, so i slightly drew up my magic power.
my mind cleared up a bit.
honesty was best in moderation.
“can i just let it out today?”
“keep going.”
“then... shiheon.”
her voice was cheerful, as if a delicate doll was trying to stand up on its own but fell over with an “oops.”
hearing informal speech while drunk gave me a ticklish feeling.
“...it’s a bit awkward. hehe.”
“we’re in the same grade. it’s actually late to be informal.”
“that might be why it feels even more so.”
her eyes, slightly relaxed from intoxication, have a seductive quality.
like the decadent gaze that an experienced courtesan might give.
yet, the words that slipped out carried the irresistible charm of an inexperienced virgin.
why would a classmate speaking informally make one so shy?
i felt no realism, but my heart fluttered, suggesting i still enjoyed these moments.
it’s cringeworthy but looked pure from afar.
how long has it been since i felt this way?
before i could ponder further, my glass was full again. i took another sip.
“didn’t enjoy the training camp at all, is that okay? you were really looking forward to it.”
“i was. came to relax but... yeah, a lot happened.”
“...sorry.”
“it’s not about you.”
jin dallae, smiling along with my bitter smile, scratched her cheek with a finger.
she still found informal speech unfamiliar, her smile awkward.
her slightly damp pink hair stuck to her collarbone due to sweat.
seeing that made me think lustful thoughts might soon arise.
as expected, my body heated up, and my rationality blurred.
being drunk was the perfect time for such instincts to stir.
“sigh...”
“tired? wanna stop drinking?”
“yeah.”
i put down the glass and momentarily calmed the rising lust.
“are you drunk?”
“......”
appropriate intoxication. flushed face. and... a hint of smoke.
as i moved, teetering as if i might fall, jin dallae leaned her head towards me.
“......was what you said back then true?”
she must be referring to the confession i accepted when we were at the café.
i nodded.
“...it wasn’t because the professor told you to?”
“no.”
“why, why did you suddenly accept it?”
as soon as my tongue retreated, jin dallae followed my lips.
her face came at me like a headbutt, too hastily, causing our noses to bump.
“ouch! my nose hurts...”
jin dallae, pushed back, grimaced at her nose, then gave me an awkward smile.
“there’s plenty of time. slow down.”
“...yeah.”
bound together, we moved from the sofa to the bed.
jin dallae’s body landed on the bed, which had a slight chill from not being used for three days.
i slowly striped off her disheveled clothes.
jin dallae lifted her waist and raised her arms in response to my actions.
her white belly and navel were revealed.
“...do guys like navels, huh?”
“huh? why?”
“just... you kept looking at my navel.”
perhaps men didn’t only like navels but anything on a well-shaped woman.
how diverse must preferences be when porn sites have over forty categories.
slowly lifting her shirt, my fingers caught on her bra.
i unbuttoned it, revealing her white breasts.
“ah...”
her unobstructed breasts rose prominently into view.
the nipples, a shade lighter than her hair color, gleamed slightly in the light seeping through the window.
perhaps a body she had never shown to anyone.
jin dallae’s lips quivered, her face flushed like a strawberry, as she closed her eyes, unable to bear the shame.
“hold me... i’m embarrassed.”
carelessly, i tossed the bra aside and pulled her body close.
our bare upper bodies pressed tightly together.
as we brought our lips together again, this time she actively inserted her tongue.
“how does it feel?”
“i don’t really know... it’s ticklish and...”
“where?”
at my question, jin dallae clamped her mouth shut.
when i gently stroked the area around her waist, her body trembled.
perhaps the word ‘down there’ was too crude for her to utter.
to hide her embarrassment, she moved closer and whispered in my ear.
after a moment, she shyly whispered a word.
“down... below.”
this kind of talk usually broke the mood.
but now, it seemed i had adapted to this world. my body responded reliably below.
as i moved to pull down her skirt, jin dallae’s hand stopped mine.
“can, can we wait a bit before doing that?”
i smirked.
kissing her made her act coyly happy.
“mmm...”
gently, i held her breast with one hand.
it fit perfectly, just the right size.
as i softly teased her now erect nipple, moans started to escape from jin dallae’s lips as we continued kissing.
“ahng... hah. heuhng.”
her waist swayed from side to side.
she seemed to try to move away from my hand, tilting her chest, trying to escape.
when a woman first discovers pleasure and finds it hard to withstand that unknown pleasure, they would often try to escape.
i teased the center of her chest for a long thirty minutes, pinching the center of her nipple firmly with my nails.
“kkheut...”
she reacted.
jin dallae, having swallowed my saliva, looks dazed, all embarrassment gone from her face.
her arms lay on the blanket, powerless.
“hah... ahng. aeuu.”
the nipples stood erect firmly.
as i flicked them with a curled finger, her waist jumped up.
“kyeuuk! ah... ahng!”
an especially good response.
she might have been expected to grimace from the mix of pleasure and slight discomfort, but instead, her eyes widened, her mouth opened, and her legs trembled.
‘right, now that i think about it....’
could her sexual fantasy involve something masochistic?
...it seemed a bit early to jump to that conclusion.
the idea of sm being her first experience didn’t quite sit right.
i reached for her skirt, which jin dallae initially resisted.
without any resistance this time, it slid down smoothly. her panties were damp along a gray line.
as my finger stroked upwards from below, a short cry escaped her lips.
“......ah. wa, wait.”
with two hands placed beside her pelvis, i pulled down her underwear.
jin dallae stretched out her arms in surprise, but it was too late.
her hips lifted, and the last piece of fabric slipped off her body.
petals glistening with transparent honey.
“euh... i really don’t know.”
overcome with embarrassment, jin dallae eventually covered her face with both hands.