I was expecting you to go straight in, wash up, and go to bed, but I didn't see this coming.
Is it crazy to come right back to a topic that caught you drunk and masturbating and ask if you need a drinking buddy?
Maybe he's still sober?
As I remained silent, the doorbell rang once more.
Ting-dong.
Ding-dong.
"I know you're in there, so don't pretend you're not."
Now she's banging on the front door in protest.
I gave up and opened the door, as I was in no mood to go back.
"I'm not pretending to be gone, I'm just late because I gave up my delicious chicken and washed my greasy hands thoroughly with soap."
I deliberately elaborated on the situation to get her to complain.
In fact, I was wearing disposable gloves, so there was no grease at all, but I lied a little.
At the door, she was wearing short sleeves and long pants, with a small can of beer in her hand.
Was she really going to drink it?
"No. You drank a whole can at the bar earlier, you made a scene here, and now you're drinking again?"
He glanced down at his stomach and blushed as I brought up what had happened earlier.
He stammered out an excuse.
"Oh... I drank a lot of strong drinks as a punishment at the bar, so I got drunk quickly... Anyway, I didn't eat much snacks or alcohol."
"And I just finished an exam, and I didn't really enjoy it, and you're drinking alone, so it's okay between neighbors, right?"
The words came out of my mouth as if I had been preparing them.
If I refused, we'd probably never see each other again, let alone talk, so I said yes.
Well, I didn't really want to turn her away.
It's impossible to say no to a pretty girl like that.
"Sure, let's have a drink, come on in."
We sat across from each other with the chicken in the middle of the floor.
Hye-yoon was the first to speak up, probably embarrassed to be looking at each other.
"Oh, by the way, we didn't say our full names, did we? I'm Yoon Hye-yoon, a sophomore English major at Mirae University."
She smiled brightly and introduced herself.
She smiled brightly and introduced herself.
We never said our names.
"I'm also at Mirae University, and I'm Woojin Park, a third-year electrical engineering student."
"Oh there! Isn't there a girl named Shin A-young in that department?"
Shin's name popped up out of nowhere.
I felt a little guilty and asked.
"Uh, yeah. I know... Are you friends?"
"No, we're not friends, but she's very famous. I'm sure all the universities around here have heard of her. She's very pretty."
Well, with a face like that and a body like that, there's no way she's not gossiped about.
Honestly, she's fucking beautiful.
A level of beauty that 99 out of 100 people would say is ideal, ignoring personal preference.
"Haha... She's pretty, but she's so out of my league that I can't even think about her anymore."
"Aww, no way."
We chatted about college, exams, and other light-hearted things, and before I knew it, we were out of alcohol.
As we shared the chicken, there were only a few pieces left, so we stood up to go to the convenience store.
"I think I'm out of alcohol, so I'll go to the convenience store and buy some food on the way."
"Ah, then I'll go..."
Yoon Hye-yoon stood up slightly.
Her eyes were slightly bloodshot and her words were getting longer, so she seemed to be a little drunk.
She only drank one can of beer, but she seemed to get drunk quickly because she was not completely sober.
I realized that if I sent him to the convenience store like that, he'd probably break a bottle of soju, so I tapped him on the shoulder and sat him back down.
"Oh, I'll be right back, I can't send you away."
I grabbed my wallet and phone and left the room.
"But isn't it more dangerous to leave a drunk alone in my room, especially when I don't know what he might do?
I had a moment of uneasiness, but I sped up my pace, thinking that if I left quickly, I'd be fine.
Ti-ring-ti-ring.
"Welcome back~"
The part-time student from earlier greeted me, and I quickly picked out two cans of beer and a frozen pork rind and paid for them.
"Thank you~"
I said.
As I walked out of the convenience store, I had a strange feeling.
Is it fucking déjà vu?
Why does this situation seem so familiar?
Beer cans rattling or not, I ran full speed home.
I called the elevator to take me down and squatted down for a moment to rest.
"Ha...ha...ha...I wish I'd just stayed asleep..."
Breathing heavily, I rested until the elevator arrived, and soon the doors opened.
I pressed the button for my floor, the fifth, and slammed the close button.
"Tingling fifth floor."
I stepped out of the door, which opened at the same time as the machine, punched in my home password, and pushed the door open.
Boom!
When I opened it, I didn't see anything strange or different.
Not even a groan could be heard, and Yun Hye-yun just sat there before walking out.
"Ah~ You're home? It's been a while."
She smiled and waved her hand to greet me.
He stood up, handed me a plastic bag, and started pulling things out one by one.
"Wow, I love pork rinds, how did you know?"
I just grabbed the one from the top of the freezer.
She ripped the package open with scissors and popped it in the microwave.
I shook off my uneasiness and sat back down in my seat, thinking I was being weird.
I chugged the beer I'd bought to cool my sweat, and I saw something in front of me.
A pink cylindrical object with a hole in one side.
It looked like an embodiment of a woman's genitals.
And something that should have been in the corner of my desk.
A miniature onahole was lying where Yoon Hye-yoon was sitting.
Fuck...
Why is that thing here?
My heart sank, and I turned my head to see her standing in front of the microwave, watching the frozen food spin.
She was humming a tune, as if she'd forgotten what she'd done.
"Hey."
"What?"
"Why is this here?"
There was a pause as she turned her gaze to where my finger was pointing.
She looked back and forth between Onahole and me with an embarrassed expression, as if she'd forgotten, and then apologized.
"Sin, I'm sorry...I was just looking around the room and touching it out of curiosity...and you were here sooner than I thought..."
He looked at me, and then continued.
"I was so surprised that I forgot to put it back in its place..."
When I didn't respond, she apologized again in a small voice.
"I'm really sorry..."
"No, it's okay, it's just something that happens."
I stood still, trying to think of a reaction.
I was confused as to whether the onahole was connected to Shin A-young or Yoon Hye-yoon.
If it was the latter...there's no way I wouldn't have noticed, but the sincere apology made me think otherwise.
'But I'll have to check it out later...'
Beep-beep-beep.
As she was thinking, the microwave beeped to let her know it was done cooking.
As she opened the door, a delicious smell wafted in, and she gently grabbed both ends of the wrapper and placed it on top of the chicken box.
With the food in front of us, the mood relaxed again, and we resumed our normal conversation.
About halfway through the meal, Yoon brought up the subject again, as if it had bothered her.
"That's an onahole, right? An adult device used by men..."
"Yes... That's right. Why?"
"Does that... does that feel good?"
Of course it doesn't feel good, it's made to make you cum.
I answered, feeling the mood turn saucy.
"Yes, of course it feels good, because it's made to make you feel good."
She blushed at my answer and asked more questions in a low voice.
"So...what do you like better, the real thing or that one?"
I'm Ada, how do I know?
As I was about to say, I remembered the wireless onahole.
Shin A-young's pussy feels so good compared to the regular onaholes I've used in the past.
I haven't tried it on her yet, so I don't know what it's like on other women's pussy, but for now, the real pussy wins over the onahole.
"For my standards, the real one is still much better."
She waited for my answer with sparkling eyes, but as soon as she heard it, she let out a small sigh.
Then, as if she had made up her mind, she began to speak in a serious tone.
"I actually have something to tell you, and I hope you won't laugh at me after you hear it, because I'm really serious..."
And so began the story, fueled by alcohol.
"About a month ago? Remember when I came to you about something in my room? Actually, I've been coming out ever since that day."
"Well, to be precise, he didn't do anything else but grope me...but that groping was when....he would touch me when I was masturbating..."
Embarrassment creeps into my voice halfway through.
"But...it felt so good...it was like a real person touching me...and my breasts...and down there..."
"Because every night before I go to bed, he comes and touches them...and then when I'm gone, he's gone..."
"So...I got interested in something more pleasurable...so I bought a dildo...and...oh, forget about that!"
She fanned herself quickly, embarrassed at the mention of dildos.
"Anyway...! But then it just kind of disappeared, and it wouldn't come when I... when I... when I masturbated..."
"It's been like that for three weeks now, and now I don't even feel good when I do it myself...what can I do?"
I never thought I'd say this, but is this the power of alcohol?
I would have gone my whole life without telling anyone.
I wonder how frustrated she must have been to come to me with this.
"Have I been too indifferent?
She's looking at me, desperate for an answer.
I couldn't tell her I didn't know.
"Don't you think ghosts have their own world?"
"Maybe the ghosts were busy with their midterms and couldn't come."
The world of ghosts is bullshit.
There's no such thing.
I just made that up in my head.
Still, I was grateful for the answer, and she smiled broadly and stood up.
"I'm so...drunk, I'm just saying all this stuff...I'm sorry, and thanks for answering."
"It's just that the people around me don't listen to me when I tell them to stop talking crap."
He said, putting his trash in a plastic bag.
"I had a feeling you'd listen, even if you didn't believe me, and you were right."
"Thank you so much for today, it's been great, I've had a lot of fun, and I'm going to go now."
Was this what she'd come for today?
She slipped on her shoes and opened the door, then looked back for a moment.
Then she opened her mouth.
"Oh, and I saw Onahole today, too, so you're gonna have to share my dildo sighting with me. Got it?"
A giggling, mischievous face peeked through the crack of the door.
A thud!
It was soon gone.