12 – 12. Club (5)
Until just now, it seemed intentional that she pronounced the words correctly because it was quiet.
Serin’s tongue, easily twisted by noise.
When our eyes met, it seemed like even her gaze had slightly softened.
Drinking whiskey straight like that, if she had spoken, it would have been strangely appropriate.
Come to think of it, Dosu and Geunwoo, who were loosening up their chests and dancing, are strange guys.
Have they transcended humanity?
Although they both seem to have downed more than a half-bottle of whiskey just now.
There is always a discrepancy when trying to gauge human capacity based on common sense.
I decided not to doubt Dosu and Geunwoo’s abilities.
Oh. But.
It’s really bothering me that you put your hand on my thigh.
“Should I get a hangover remedy drink?”
“No, thanks. I’m good with that.”
Serin pointed to the neatly cut melon with her finger.
A distance reachable only by leaning the upper body when standing up.
Perhaps because it was clear that if I stood up now, I would probably fall over, she seemed to be asking me for a favor.
I picked up a piece of melon with a fork.
Now, how should I offer this?
“Oh.”
Serin, with her eyes closed, had her mouth open.
Wow…
This is really dangerous.
Serin acts on instinct when she’s drunk, but when I’m not, it’s different.
Those lips.
That expression.
That composition.
Wow…
I might be in trouble.
The hand on my thigh is still there.
It’s warm.
It’s smooth.
Plus, it intermittently twitches.
Because it’s denim, the sensation on my fingers is strangely stimulating.
Pop!
Before I knew it, Serin had taken the melon and started eating.
She opens her eyes and smiles brightly.
Subtle eyes.
And a face closer than before.
It was provocative from the start, but now, seeing those subtle eyes, my emotions become even more complicated.
Should I just cover her lips with mine?
Isn’t being this close an invitation to kiss?
But.
I held onto my civilized reason as much as possible and spoke up.
“Can I have one more?”
I mean it.
I want one more.
Instead of covering her lips, I want to see the scene from just now one more time.
But Serin shook her head back and forth.
And then she uttered one word.
“Tell me.”
Why don’t you let go?
“If I let go, we let go together.”
Serin nodded.
Still, Serin’s hand was on my thigh.
Despite the noise around us, it felt like we were the only ones here.
A memory flashed through my mind.
Why did I do that back then?
Why did I grab my sleeve?
Strangely, I was curious about it.
If I hadn’t grabbed my sleeve back then, we wouldn’t have come this far together.
So, I wanted to ask.
“Serin, I have something I’m curious about.”
“What is it?”
“Earlier. Why did you grab my sleeve?”
Serin made a strange expression for a moment, then smiled faintly.
“Because it felt like now.”
Huh?
What does that mean?
“What?”
Serin looked ahead where the kids were playing happily and parted her cherry-colored lips.
“I raised my hand when our bodies collided downstairs just now.”
Why did I do that?
I expressed my confusion, but Serin didn’t see it.
Instead, Serin continued with what she was saying.
“Men are like that. Pretending not to notice such opportunities, subtly flirting as if by accident. Even now, being this close, they try to touch somehow. But, but Woojin Oppa isn’t like that.”
And she turned her head, staring through me.
Her subtly crescent-shaped eyes squinted.
“Because he seems polite like this. So, I grabbed your sleeve to say not to go.”
Ah.
Was that it?
Politeness.
That’s natural for me.
There are plenty who aren’t like that, but at least I’m not.
Even in reality.
It might seem like I lack experience with women, making me seem inexperienced, but that’s not it.
I just learned it that way.
So, is it because I can’t get a girl?
I had that thought, but it doesn’t seem like it.
There are times when you should approach a woman assertively like a real man, but isn’t it inappropriate to recklessly approach when you don’t even know if the other person has feelings for you?
This damn game is so realistic that I heard there are many cases like that.
Playing as the protagonist, users who excessively harass women during the game.
The result?
It’s a prison bars ending.
Even in the world of late-night games, there’s a minimum level of decency, and if you don’t adhere to it, it’s a direct ticket to jail.
So, even though I’ve taken on the role of a chaebol, I try not to cross that minimum line.
Just now.
Even though something extremely hot rose up inside, since Serin turned into alcohol, I couldn’t guarantee what would happen if I acted recklessly.
Huh?
Wait.
Did Serin get drunk?
Her pronunciation suddenly seems clear.
In an instant, Jieun, who was joyfully dancing, rushed over and grabbed Serin’s arm.
“Hey! Why are you sitting? Come on out!”
After glancing at me, Serin smiled and stood up.
Although Jieun forcibly pulled her, there’s a high probability that going out is by Serin’s will.
I casually observed Serin moving toward the window.
It was already a wild party there.
Dongsu and Geunwoo had almost completely undone their upper garments.
It seemed like they might strip off their tops at any moment, but perhaps because I was there, they didn’t go that far.
But they had a few buttons undone, and when did that happen?
Upon closer observation, Hyoju’s gestures were far from ordinary.
She hinted that if you were to touch her firm body even once, it would be a spectacle beyond imagination.
Before bringing Serin along, the author must have been like this too, right?
As she moved away, all the buttons came undone.
Honestly, who wouldn’t go crazy looking at a body like that?
Hmm…
Maybe I should start exercising too?
Meanwhile, Serin took her place and began dancing.
Although I missed the hand that was on her thigh, I decided to endure it because the joy in my eyes was too much.
I felt it on the stage earlier, but grooving is no joke.
Did she learn to dance?
Or is she just naturally good at it?
She seamlessly merged with the beat, and her body responded accordingly.
Thanks to the black dress, the curves of her body were vividly revealed.
From the neckline down to her white thighs.
Her flexible and vibrant movements made swallowing saliva a challenge.
In a word.
She’s amazing.
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She’s absolutely stunning!!
“Wow!! Hyojoo-oo!!”
Amidst that, Geunwoo roared with a voice loud enough to swallow the sound.
Why was Hyojoo?
Turning my gaze to Hyojoo, the situation was one where Geunwoo could shout.
The Hunting Pocha dance.
A dance I’ve seen a few times.
A dance anyone who’s an insider knows.
But this fox-like Hyojoo emits charisma in it.
Not just shooting eye contact with fingers, but she bends her waist.
What happens when you bend your waist?
The collarbone looks completely provocative.
The depth of the collarbone is so profound that it’s not visible.
Oh, my God.
Why did you give such a weapon to a woman?
To see that properly, you need to adjust the angle a bit…
“Uh.”
Thanks to the loud sound, the gasp sound probably wasn’t audible, but I couldn’t hide my startled expression.
Why was I startled?
Because Serin saw me staring blankly at Hyojoo.
I met eyes with Serin.
Is this the feeling when caught in the act of mischief?
Ah, darn.
Just got praised for being polite until a moment ago.
Things are about to go haywire in an instant.
But unexpectedly, Serin’s eyes were tainted with injustice, unlike my anticipation.
Injustice?
Why that expression?
Not because of Hyoju’s provocative neckline, but rather, it feels like she’s sending a gaze of unfairness for not recognizing her own charm properly.
And in that moment.
The sound changed.
Huh?
What is this sound?
“Oh, oh! Is this song?”
Dongsu and Geonwoo look around.
They’re looking for where they should be.
The guys, confirming their positions, take a step back from the girls.
It’s like giving space to the protagonist stepping onto the stage.
That’s the right stance now.
Because this song is meant exclusively for the girls.
“Je… Zero Two?”
The stage was set.
As the Vietnamese song played, everyone held their breath.
Among the women, a strange tension began to brew.
Just a moment ago, they had danced without a care, but now, it felt like a strange sense of competition was being provoked by the gaze of the men.
Especially Serin.
Her eyes that met mine became sticky.
A forceful gaze that demanded attention.
Subtle yet intense, it was impossible to look away.
And then.
Thump, thud, thump, thud, thud, thud—
The pulsating beats of the Zero Two music.
Simultaneously, the extravaganza of insider dancing commenced.
Dongsu and Geonu naturally anticipated Hyoju’s overwhelming victory.
An overpowering physique that required no gathering of spirits.
A strong sense of weight that could command the audience with just movements.
But as always, the outcome of a match unfolds unpredictably.
Even if Hyoju’s physique and Jieun’s agility were combined, they couldn’t surpass the Serin in front of them.
Serin.
She was Zero Two.
It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that Zero Two was made for her.
And she came here today to show off her zero-two.
Why did the DJ play zero-two?
It’s probably because Serin dreamt that she would come to DidiNo Club today.
Her body, rhythm, flow, and explosive charm.
Serin moves with the rhythm.
As her hips rise, the contours of her waist naturally emerge.
Her lifted arms make her chest sway more and more gracefully with each movement.
At that moment, she realized.
Having a big chest doesn’t necessarily mean it’s good.
There’s such a thing as the chest that fits the body the best.
…Of course, I don’t know if that’s true without actually seeing inside.
Ahem.
Anyway, it’s Serin’s victory.
Jieun and Hyoju were also captivated by Serin’s zero-two.
But it seems the DJ has no intention of ending it here.
The next round begins.
And the song is none other than,
“C… Cocaine??!!”
At the same time,
Serin’s outstretched arm began to trace the delicate neckline where her jugular vein flows.
And the captivating eyes gazing downward were precisely fixated on me.