8 – 8. Club (1)
“Your eyes are wide open.”
The words came out of my mouth, but I couldn’t hear them properly.
The intense vibration of the powerful woofer pounding until my heart feels like bursting.
Sharp, fast beats that stir up the calm blood amidst the messy darkness.
And overflowing with hip women.
Sure.
This is the club.
There was a bit of a funny incident at the entrance, but that was my own mistake.
What was it?
Since I was at the club, I wanted to look cool and reserved, so I tried to book a room. That plan failed.
When did I ever book a room?
It wasn’t a matter of money.
Reservation system.
You had to reserve a room or booth in advance, or something like that?
Sigh. Stupid fool. Coming without even knowing that.
But did I know? I’ve never even booked a room in real life.
It’s impossible for someone who just started playing games today to come to the club and reserve a room like a professional player!
Anyway, that’s why I ended up going in standing.
Because I thought there would still be fun once I entered the club even if I had to stand.
But.
It started off grand, but in the end, it fell apart.
Just coming suddenly doesn’t make something happen.
Just as hip women overflowed, so did hip guys.
I didn’t become pathetic, but there seemed to be a lot of arrogant people.
This is indeed a nightlife game, but not everyone here is filled with the wildness.
In simple terms, it’s not a mindless frenzy.
Just because I go and dance wildly doesn’t mean a woman will happily strip off her clothes.
A worldview where reason and logic exist.
A rational nightlife that requires realistic efforts for flirting.
Well, is this really rational?
Would it have been different if I were the protagonist?
Anyway, the protagonist guy has been heavily edited, not just in looks and education.
Oh?
Is that guy soon going to Mexico?
Puhahahaha.
“The music is good.”
Still muttering to myself with a beer in hand.
EDM automatically made my body move, but it wasn’t any different from the others wriggling on the outskirts of the stage.
“Hmm. I need some kind of breakthrough.”
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I was quietly getting used to the atmosphere shortly after entering the club, but that’s obviously an excuse.
The skilled guys were immediately hitting on girls, having a great time.
Hmm.
Come to think of it, coming alone was quite a challenge.
Since there are no solo women, it’s tricky to approach anyone, isn’t it?
*Sigh.*
They might be horseflies, but did they have to bring their friends along?
Even now, maybe I should get in touch—
Tap.
“Hmm?”
The girl dancing ahead suddenly seemed to lose her balance and lightly bumped into me.
I instinctively threw my hands up like I’d just met the NYPD.
Thankfully, the beer I had sipped earlier didn’t spray out of the bottle.
She glanced back at me.
Noticing my raised hands, she subtly grinned.
Oh.
Her eye makeup is just too seductive.
She lightly nodded as if to apologize for the collision.
In response, I nodded back, trying to ease the situation.
With a faint smile, she regrouped with her friends and started grooving again.
I hadn’t noticed earlier while lost in thought, but in front of me were three girls, giggling and dancing energetically.
Two of them, from this angle, were decent-looking, but the one who had just nodded—exposing her back—was the prettiest.
“With a face like that, she’d be the highlight of this club.”
No, wait.
Isn’t that Top?
A figure smoothly flowing down in a tightly fitting black dress.
Features that appear refreshing yet lively.
And even a subtle glint in the eyes.
Was there anyone comparable to her?
Hmm.
Seems like the saying “the darkest place is beneath the candlestick” is true.
My apologies, ancestors.
I will remember and not forget from now on.
I took another sip of beer.
My gaze was fixed on her hair.
Hair of an appropriate length.
It swayed back and forth, just brushing against her shoulders.
Did she deliberately match the groove with the movement of her hair?
The swaying of her hair peculiarly captivated my attention.
“Should I strike up a conversation?”
Just a thought.
Being possessed by a scion of a chaebol family is one thing, but refusing to talk to an unknown woman is a different story.
Why, you ask?
Because I’ve never tried talking to someone before.
Possession is just possession,
It doesn’t change my personality.
Of course, if I act like a convenience store owner and get really annoyed, my eyes might roll, but this situation is completely different from before.
“What are you talking about when you usually talk?”
I’m not the type who is good at talking.
If you’re just going to investigate like a fool, it’s better not to do it.
“It’s noisy, it’s annoying, there’s no interesting conversation.”
Actually, the most important thing is.
I don’t have the audacity to talk.
Sigh.
What happened to that grand and magnificent plan I had before going to the club?
In the end, am I just going to wander around on my own and then go home and fall asleep?
…
No, that won’t do.
If I do that, what would be different about me now compared to before I was possessed?
I don’t know why I was possessed, but since I am, shouldn’t I live to do things I couldn’t do before?
Alright.
I’ll go outside the club for a moment and gear up mentally before coming in-.
Suddenly.
“Huh?”
Someone grabbed my sleeve as I was about to leave my seat.
When I turned around.
“Huh?”
It was the refreshing girl I had collided with earlier.
Her subtly intense gaze looking up intensified the thumping of my heart, which was already pounding like a drum.
“#$%#@!!”
What?
“What?”
“#$%@!! #$%&!!”
I can’t hear a word she’s saying.
It’s too loud.
Without even realizing it, I naturally turned my face towards the side of her neck, a direction I’ve never learned.
Then, leaning towards her ear, I said,
“I can’t hear well.”
Upon hearing that, she slightly turned her head and said to me,
“Did you come alone?”
Ticklish.
I felt something like a breath in my ear.
Oh.
It’s so good.
However, due to the noise and chaos, that feeling quickly disappeared.
“Yes.”
With my response, she looked at me with round, curious eyes.
Huh?
Was my answer too curt?
But what should I say?
My brain circuits were blocked, and we exchanged glances for about three seconds.
It’s like we communicated through our eyes, like a momentary daze.
Uh.
I need to say something…
No, wait.
But why did she approach me?
No matter how I think about it, this refreshing girl seems quite out of my league.
The moment I had such thoughts.
“Huh?”
She bumped into me.
Bumped into?
Is that the right expression?
It’s more like she accidentally pushed me.
I quickly grabbed her shoulders, arms, and those delicate areas to prevent her from falling.
Her eyes seemed confused as well.
I looked at her and then at the people behind her.
There, I saw her friends trying to avoid the unwanted attention of the “unknown” men.
It seemed like she accidentally bumped into me while trying to leave her seat.
“What’s wrong with these guys.”
Of course, they couldn’t hear me.
There were clearly three of them.
It was an aggressively clingy situation, and it felt cringeworthy to anyone who looked at it.
The women’s expressions were completely sour.
But hey, can’t those guys see the women’s faces?
They clearly show that they are not interested, so why do they keep bothering them?
Have they lost their minds?
When I sent the guys a look of incomprehension, one of the three, who didn’t have a match, approached the girl in front of me.
Are they crazy?
What kind of ridiculous stunt is this?
The girl in front of me made a chilling expression and moved away.
Toward me.
Her body naturally close to mine.
Wow. Feels good.
Phew!
This isn’t right.
I looked at the guy approaching her with a look that said, “This guy’s crazy.”
He seemed completely indifferent to me, pressing himself against her.
Seriously?
This is almost at the level of harassment.
The saying “birds of a feather flock together” is true, I guess.
None of the three guys seem to care about the expression on the girl’s face at all.
The situation just before things get violent.
I’m not a guy with a hero complex,
but this is just too much, isn’t it?
Even if I shout loudly in this situation, it probably won’t be heard, but I have to say something.
After moving her to my side, I shouted at the guy gone mad.
“I said no.”
Of course, it won’t be heard because it’s too noisy.
But wouldn’t you roughly understand what I’m saying if you look at my face?
And our eyes met.
The slowly contorting face of the guy.
Not only did he take away the girl he had his eyes on, but he also glared as if he could kill.
But the problem is,
the faces of the two guys standing behind him are also contorting.
Wow.
This eerie feeling of receiving a childlike gaze from three sturdy men.
My heart is pounding.
It feels like something significant is about to happen.
With people bustling and the space so confined, what would happen if those three guys rushed simultaneously?
A lively trampling, I suppose?
Sensing the unusual atmosphere, she grabbed my arm.
Is this a signal to go somewhere else?
Thanks.
Hold me back.
Not only is she pretty, but she also has a sense of style, making it worthwhile that I saved her.
But then, the sudden appearance of a hand.
The target, of course, is the girl I had discreetly placed at my side.
Perhaps, thinking that he successfully dominated the situation when I hesitated, he seems determined to take her away.
Hmm.
If I make a move here, fists will fly immediately, right?
In that case,
It’s best to act according to the situation as much as possible.
I slightly stepped back, creating space for him to easily reach out to her.
A clear gesture that anyone can see – a definite sign of stepping back.
The guy who saw that scene burst into a triumphant smile.
And just before his hand could touch her shoulder,
I decisively snapped his fingers.