14 – 14. Club (7)
“Did it go well?”
Serin looked at me and asked.
It probably went well.
I just didn’t know where I had gone.
It was chaos from the moment we left the club.
As I mentioned in the restroom, I thought Dongsoo and Geunwoo were going to leave with the girls, but the actual situation turned out to be the complete opposite.
The moment we were about to leave,
Jieun, who had been drinking so well, suddenly complained of a fever and leaned into Dongsoo’s arms, and Hyoju, who seemed so confident, suddenly sat down, claiming her legs had given out.
When I offered to order more drinks, thinking they wanted to keep drinking, they refused.
Jieun said she would wake up if she felt the cool breeze and grabbed Dongsoo’s arm.
Hyoju said it’s a drinking habit for her legs to regain strength when she’s drunk, and suggested that there’s a 24-hour coffee shop in front of the club where she could sober up.
But I don’t understand why there are so many motels next to that coffee shop.
The direction Jieun is heading to get some fresh air seems to be in that direction too?
Sigh.
So envious.
They are proactive women.
But from what I know, women usually stick together to protect each other and not to fall apart, but these girls showed no sign of that.
Huh?
Is it different for different people?
Once Dongsoo and Geonwoo reach a certain level, they’ll probably stick together, right?
Anyway, Dongsoo and Geonwoo left with a perplexed expression, taking Ji-eun and Hyoju with them.
Originally, they intended to take them along, but being in the opposite position must have been a bit awkward.
Thought they were hunters, but turns out they were the prey… Is that the feeling?
So, in the end, only Sae-rin and I were left.
Naturally, I bid them farewell with a wave, and Sae-rin coolly saw off Ji-eun and Hyoju.
What can I say?
It must be because it really didn’t feel right for them to stay, right?
They say if you want to tear, it’s more amusing to stop it.
Actually, when you think about it, could this be true friendship?
“But how old is Oppa Woojin?”
Why did she call me Oppa without even knowing my age?
“27. And you?”
“Oppa indeed. I’m 22.”
I chuckled.
“What’s with calling me Oppa without even knowing my age?”
“It was a bit strange at first, too.”
“?”
“If Ji-eun and Hyoju are physically fit, they call them Oppa. So, those two became Oppas right away. Since Oppa said he’s older than Dongsoo Oppa and Geonwoo Oppa, it’s only natural for Oppa to be Oppa, right?”
…Quite a logic, isn’t it?
Is it a logic that being rich makes you an older brother?
Selin pierced my face with her eyes and added,
“And he didn’t look like a college student at all. That’s why I called you ‘oppa’.”
“Are you a college student?”
“Yeah. I’m a student in my own way. What do you do, oppa?”
I’m a conglomerate heir.
If I say that, it would be hilarious.
“Just an office worker? A wage earner.”
It’s true that I’m affiliated with a company, so it’s not a lie.
But how much is my salary?
I’m a conglomerate heir, but I work, so I should receive a salary.
But Selin looked at me with a suspicious look.
“Hmm. You don’t seem like just an office worker. I heard this room is quite expensive.”
Come to think of it, how much is this room?
I don’t know because I didn’t handle the money.
But who paid for it?
Did Director Hwang take care of the payment?
“Don’t underestimate just being an office worker. There’s something called a credit card.”
“But you’ll be sucking your thumb for a while, right?”
“Your observation is accurate.”
The rustling sound of footsteps, Serin.
We strolled through the streets, engaging in pointless conversations without using our brains.
The area was packed with clubs and bars, so despite the late hour, there were quite a few people around.
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Should we have one more drink?
I’m already sober.
Serin seemed composed on the surface as well.
We couldn’t just aimlessly keep walking, but it felt like a waste to send Serin home. I didn’t really want to drink, but we needed to find a place for just the two of us to have a chat, right?
We couldn’t have a proper conversation in the club with all the dancing and noise.
If we wanted to create some kind of connection, conversation was as important as anything, right?
I looked for a place we could go in.
Oh, that place looks good.
There’s no better place than an izakaya for a casual drink.
“Wanna have one more drink? How about that place over there?”
“Sure!”
The interior of the place had a decent number of customers.
There was a suitable level of noise, not too loud yet not too quiet, filling the space.
I unfolded the menu in the corner.
“What do you want to eat?”
“Hmm, how about this?”
Serin chose a set of five skewers.
“Thanks for choosing.”
Usually, when someone says something like that, it’s a bit cringeworthy.
“Okay. Then I’ll order this set and something else I want to eat. Soju for drinks?”
Serin nodded.
I pressed the bell to call the waiter.
“I’ll have the set of five skewers. Grilled fish and beef tataki, please. Soju for drinks.”
As the waiter left with the menu, Serin spoke up.
“Isn’t it too much?”
“It’ll all get eaten. We’ll need it for the hangover.”
“Ugh, got it. I’ll be right back, need to use the restroom.”
“Okay.”
Serin stood up with a small bag.
Her heels weren’t high, but her legs looked quite long.
She must have been born with amazing proportions.
Proportions aside, maybe it’s from working out, but her legs were really well-toned.
As I looked at Serin’s back, I remembered when she pressed up against me earlier.
Ugh.
Just thinking about it makes me shiver.
I need to stay calm, especially at a time like this.
Loose the reins of reason, and trouble follows.
But anyway.
It’s about time to get up now.
The moment I had that thought,
[‘Register ‘Hanse-rin’ in the slot?]
[Yes / No]
Yes, of course!
This is it.
In fact, I had been waiting for this conversation window to pop up.
The difference between part-timer Yoon Iseo and secretary Kim Chaeyoon.
That was the ‘event’.
Whether the incident at Club Stage involving those guys can be considered an ‘event’ or not, I don’t know who judges that.
A conversation window?
At least, I thought the slot window might pop up since the recent incident didn’t seem like a typical situation.
And it hit the mark.
I don’t know if the slot always appears when an event occurs, or if it only appears when I want it to after the event has occurred.
The important thing is that it appeared!
If not Yoon Iseo, then who else would I put in the slot?
Once again, I silently shouted ‘YES’ in my mind as I looked at the selection window.
[‘Hanse-rin’ will be registered in ‘Slot 2’.]
[Slot 2]
[Name: Han Se Rin]
[Age: 22 years old]
[Height: 167.2cm]
[Weight: 49.1kg]
[Measurements: B36 W23 H37]
[Body Type: Juicy and overflowing slender]
[Occupation: High school student]
[Personality: Honest and bold]
[Attraction Level: +46]
But, [Body Type]?
Juicy and overflowing slender.
Though I did feel Se Rin’s body distinctly when she slid earlier, looking at the description, it’s quite vivid.
Hmm.
Isn’t this being a bit too precise?
Anyway.
Oh. Check the attraction level.
46?
This is quite high.
Even the handsome protagonist starts from 30 to 40, but straight up 46.
Is it because I was seen as a polite man, and on top of that, the sudden intrusion event left a good impression?
Huh? Did I say that?
If the favorability rating is over 50, can I have a showdown with the slot’s woman?
Pfft, heh.
Alright then.
It’s game time.
I’ll open my mouth wide and raise the favorability by +4.
But is that even possible?
I’ve never played this game, so I don’t know if it goes up in real time.
But there’s definitely enough worth to give it a shot.
I should find a topic that Serin would like.
…While spinning hopeful and positive circuits in my mind, a conversation window suddenly popped up in my view.
[All of your slots except for one (main heroine slot) have been filled!]
[A possibility of the protagonist (Baek Seonghoon) deviating from the story zone has arisen, making the occurrence of an event with the main heroine ambiguous!]
[As the lost slot cannot be considered a slot, the number of slots you possess is ‘0’!]
[With no remaining slots, you head towards the ending!!]
…The ending?
My heart races and my spine chills.
What in the world is all this nonsense?
# # #
Selin walked to the restroom.
As she walked, the men sitting at another table glanced at her face, even though she was with another woman.
At least they seemed okay when they only looked at her face.
Occasionally, there were men who scanned her with their eyes.
The woman with her either didn’t notice or pretended not to, Selin couldn’t tell.
Wouldn’t it usually make someone feel awful?
How does one handle it when someone acts like that even when they are together?
Selin ignored the lustful gazes of the males and went into the restroom.
There, she started fixing her makeup.
It was for that ‘different’ man sitting outside, among the ordinary men.
“It’s been a long time since I met a man I really like, especially in a place I didn’t want to be,” Jieun said.
Selin agreed with that thought.
She believed that the club was just a good place to have fun, not a place to form human relationships.
But that man felt different from the start.
When my body first changed, it was fascinating to raise my hand in surprise,
and it was also fascinating to stay still even when the mood was rising and engage in skinship subtly.
It was fascinating that wild-like men served me as if I were their boss.
What kind of man am I?
Am I truly a ‘special’ man?
If so,
If I were to pull some strange stunt in this place where we’re alone… then I would be just like an ordinary man outside.
So, I need to fix my makeup more firmly.
To the point where you can’t take your eyes off.
To the point where it crosses the line if it’s an ordinary man.
Serin left the restroom and walked to the table where Woojin was sitting.
Then, with the subtly powerful weapon she knew well, she looked at Woojin and said,
“…Oppa. I might go in late today.”
“It’s already late. Just eat this and let’s go home.”
…Huh?