Chapter 4 – Episode 4 – #1scenario Lovers
Looking at him while passing a cold beer, he seemed to be fine now.
“Ah~, I’m full~.”
After ordering another 500cc glass of beer, I quietly held her hand.
“Dayoung’s hands are pretty too.”
“What the heck~. Really.”
She pretended not to like it, but her face was smiling. It was not for nothing that I had known her for 7 years.
No matter how much she became a lover through the scenario, her personality or habits did not change.
She stared at her through her piercing as she fidgeted with her hand.
“Why?”
Even though he was embarrassed, he still felt my touch.
Swoop.
She went further with her skinship, which she would not have done normally.
After touching Dayoung Woo’s white hand, he slowly climbed her wrist.
Woo Da-young’s wrist and forearm that only Kim Woo-hyun could truly touch.
“Daeyoung.”
“Yes?”
She smiled at her in response and looked around her.
Fortunately, there was a wooden wall inside, so I couldn’t see it well from other people.
He spoke while being blown by the calming music of these days and the cool breeze from the air conditioner.
“Come closer this way.”
As I smiled, she noticed her too and slowly began to move her head towards me.
Pounding.
I was so excited that I started pounding.
Long permed brown hair, a white face, thin but thick eyebrows, a sharp nose in the middle, and cool, big eyes.
Seeing her smile and her lovely figure made her thump like crazy.
Sure thing,
‘It’s not love.’
It wasn’t love, but I was pounding in this situation right now.
I’ve had sex a lot, but I was excited about this ridiculous situation.
Side.
As she approached, I pressed my lips to hers.
It smelled of the beer she had just drank and the scent of the lip gloss she usually put on.
“Heh.”
She looked shyly at me with her loving eyes.
More than anything else, the person he cared about the most was giggling in anger.
“I like?”
When I asked a question, she nodded as if it were natural.
She honestly wanted to ask [What should I do with Woohyun?], But she couldn’t ask because she was worried about feeling uncomfortable.
Ugh.
Then the cell phone rang.
“…?”
When I opened my phone, [Woohyun] Was written on it.
“Did you get a call from Woohyun? Wait a minute.”
I took my phone and went out for a while. I took out an essay change-up from my pocket, put it in my mouth, and answered the phone.
“Uh, Woohyun. Why?”
Profit.
He lit a fire while talking.
[Ah, that… Nothing else… Something seems a little strange… Since when did you guys meet? Suddenly I can’t remember.]
“…Yes?”
He had a cigarette in his mouth and it hardened.
[I don’t know if my memory is strange, but it’s not you in the first place… Isn’t that a bit too? I must have misremembered Sorry for the sudden call.]
“Huh? No, no, it could be. Yes, yes. Take a break. Yes.”
He hung up on her phone and stamped her feet, inhaling deeply the smoke from her cigarette.
“What… Ah… Wasn’t the fucking sense of incongruity only affecting him?”
It didn’t seem to apply only to Woo Da-young.
Looking at Kim Woo-hyun’s reaction, the same was applied to him.
In other words, it was affecting all parts of the scenario.
“Sueup, whoa. I’m tired.”
He clutched her cigarette between his index and middle fingers, scratching her forehead and rolling her head intently.
Brainstorming.
I thought it was like a typhoon.
“Ah… I should quit smoking or something. I can’t think of anything. Sibeol.”
Even the words that were in my head were blown away by a typhoon.
“Whoa.”
I quickly lit a cigarette and went back inside.
“What does Woohyun say?”
Dayoung Woo asked about the phone.
“Oh, he asked if the two of you were enjoying your meal.”
“You did~?”
As I sat across from her, I had one more concern. If this scenario ends, what happens to your memory the next day?
Thinking like that made the problem even more complicated.
She even thought about sex, but wouldn’t it be a big deal if she came back with her memories?
“Hmm…”
“Siwoo~. If you’re worried, you can tell me.”
“Huh? No no, I’m full now. Should I get up now?”
“Ugh~.”
We got up together, took her hand, and headed to the checkout counter.
She paid the bill with her card and came out, swallowing tears.
‘Woo Da-young should have written the calculations in the scenario.’
I came out of her and told her.
“Should we go home now?”
First of all, I thought that I should take on the challenge after writing a more concrete scenario next time.
“Huh? I’m going to sleep at Siwoo’s today.”
“Ah, that, yes. It was.”
When this happened, I didn’t know what I was going to do either.
Because I know too well that I am trash.
§
Dayoung Woo.
It must have been my boyfriend’s house, which he must have visited often, but it was very unfamiliar.
“Why am I here…?”
Nam Si-woo responds greatly to her small voice.
“Why, why? Didn’t you say you were going to sleep here today? Drinking and being late…”
Looking at the time on my phone, it was not yet 9:00.
Seeing his bewildered expression, cuteness welled up.
“Ugh~. Don’t worry. I’m going to sleep here. Siwoo, give me some clothes to change into~.”
“Uh, yes.”
She followed him into the living room and admired it.
“The house is very nice. Didn’t you say you rented it?”
I remember hearing it before. I wondered if they were dating then, and doubts about this situation would come up in my head and then disappear.
“Yeah, that’s right. Just because I got an office here, I signed a contract for a house right next to it. I’ve lost all my savings.”
“Huh~.”
I looked at Siwoo Nam, who was looking for clothes with his hands behind his back.
He was contemplating a long dress in one hand and a very short one in the other.
‘Siwoo is a manly man too.’
Seeing my boyfriend worrying, I laughed for no reason and it was just cute.
“I’m going to wear this!”
At this time, as her girlfriend, she seemed to have to take the initiative herself.
What Nam Siwoo was holding was a white crop top and short shorts made of white spandex that looked like a set.
“That’s right?”
“I’m going to change clothes. Get out~. It’s embarrassing~”
Still, I was so ashamed that I had to make up my mind to wear such short clothes.
Thinking of him leaving the room kept me smiling.
Her boyfriend couldn’t help but be cute to see such an innocent look.
Of course, I don’t know exactly what he was thinking, but what I saw in his eyes was pure.
“It smells a little like cigarettes…”
The room did smell of cigarettes. She knew that she had gone to smoke because she had been on the phone earlier.
He took off his clothes and hung them on the hanger, thinking that one day he would make him quit smoking.
She swayed with every movement of her voluptuous breasts.
“Uh… Put it on…”
She wears a white crop top, but I had to groan at her size.
“Uh…”
When she was done putting it on, the slightest movement of her made her heart beat like crazy.
She eventually had to take off her bra and put it back on.
The bra in her hand,
(65E)
It was written
After putting it on, I tilted her head before leaving.
“Come to think of it, why is there such a thing in a man’s house?”
§
Shortly after getting her room, a lady friend I knew went to sleep here.
It was a crop top that I left at that time, but it was too small for Woo Da-young to wear.
“I wouldn’t be able to wear that…”
Still, as her instincts told her, she didn’t bother to wear it.
She sat on a cheap sofa in the living room and kneaded the growing object, contemplating.
“Sup, Brain or Fuck. Who’s going to win, this fight.”
She had many women, but among them, Uda Young was always excluded.
It was partly because she was so friendly, and partly because she didn’t really see her as a woman.
Of course, she was going to eat it if given at that time, but
At that time, the iron wall was too severe.
She was already dating Kim Woo-hyun, who was close to me.
“Ah, I’m not this trash… I’m sorry for Woohyun. Really.”
Contrary to what she said, her heart was beating fast, and her bottom was standing firm with blood.
Click.
Woo Da-young opens the door and comes out cautiously.
She had her rubber band in her mouth and her hands were pulling her hair back into her ponytail.
She moved her steps at the same time, her chest bobbing like a live fish thanks to the little crop top.
“Sueup, the garbage that cannot be collected in hell was talking about me.”
I just found my identity.
Her shoulders were well-proportioned to support her large breasts, and her waist narrowed underneath.
The space between the hips and thighs, which were wide open like shoulders, was wide enough to fit a fist.
Since her height was Dayoung Woo, she wore small size clothes, so she had no choice but to wear them tight.
Mate.
I applauded heartily.
At school and at work, it was hard to accurately measure because I wore boxy or loose-fit clothes, but now I know for sure.
“My pretty Dayoung, come to your boyfriend.”
In the scenario, I was Woo Da-young’s boyfriend.
