Training Game Has Become a Reality 31

Chapter 31 – Episode 31

Once affection is created, you can easily engage in light skinship.

Sometimes, depending on the time, mood, and special circumstances, the relationship may progress radically.

“Hayeon, do you like grilled clams? I know a place nearby that does amazing grilled clams, right? Shall we go there?”

Grilled clams?

It was a food I couldn’t eat because I didn’t like it. With a glass of soju and a piece of grilled clam, you could taste paradise.

However, there is a fatal flaw. The price was reasonable, and it was so delicious that the soju was unlimited.

It was easy to drink too much. I could have tasted hell with a terrible hangover.

Gulp.

Ha-yeon Park’s mokuldae rang.

“Song. Come on.”

“Do you like grilled clams?”

“Very much.”

“Thank god. “I was worried what would happen if they didn’t like it.”

“Are there people in the world who don’t like grilled clams?”

“It was there. “My youngest said he didn’t like it because it tasted like dirt.”

I found a grilled clam restaurant.

I ordered the menu.

“Boss, please give me a bottle of soju.”

“Yes, just a moment!”

I ordered soju before the side dishes even came out. We poured each other’s glasses full of alcohol.

Ta-da.

We clinked glasses. I drank it up without anyone saying anything.

“Kya.”

“Big.”

It was extremely refreshing. It’s so bitter, and I just don’t know.

‘Is it because you finished work and had a relaxing drink with Hayeon? It’s really delicious.’

[Inner thoughts: Is it because you drank with the sullen pig after the exam? It’s really delicious.]

Side dishes came out.

Ta-da.

The second glass was served with side dishes.

I grilled clams.

“Isn’t this a skill you have from grilling clams once or twice?”

“Well, I’m amazing at grilling meat and clams.”

“Do you cook meat well?”

I didn’t come from a pig for nothing.

“Please grill the meat next time.”

“Just say it. “I’ll bake as much as you want.”

The clams were deliciously cooked.

The clams were dipped in seasoning sauce and boiled with soju.

‘It’s just a lot of alcohol.’

[Inner heart: I love it. I feel like all the accumulated stress is melting away.]

‘Hehe, since Hayeon likes it, my mood gets better for no reason.’

[My inner thoughts: I think it was a good thing I met Mr. Grim Pig. Mr. Pig… Good. Good. Comfortable. It’s delicate. Warm.]

In the blink of an eye, I completely emptied a bottle of alcohol.

“Boss, one more bottle of soju!”

“Yes!”

Shake the soju bottle and pop the cap. I filled my cup.

“Did you do well on the test?”

“No. It was completely ruined.”

“Oh my, this doesn’t make sense, does it?”

“I’m really upset. Why am I not good at anything? “I’m not good at studying, my athletic ability is mediocre, and my personality is rough.”

“Hey, don’t blame yourself. Why aren’t you good at anything? Are you good at exercising? Body genius? “Do you have a pretty face?”

“Pfft, what on earth is a body genius? I didn’t tell you that you were pretty, right? “If someone tells you not to do it, don’t do it.”

“Okay. Don’t be angry. I won’t say it’s pretty. “I’ll call you Park Ha-yeon, an athletic genius, a body genius, and a facial genius.”

Park Ha-yeon burst into laughter.

Although the word genius is absurd, it is not all that bad.

“What is genius? I’m not a genius. Absolutely not. Don’t even call me a genius. “No genius words.”

“…”

“How many women in the world are more capable, more attractive, and prettier than me? “If you call someone like me a genius, you’ll be criticized.”

It was somewhat unexpected.

A woman named Park Ha-yeon was a very proud woman, to the point where she lived without any cares or worries in the world, and even though she lived with a haughty nose and high self-esteem, it didn’t seem strange at all.

Different from what I expected.

Park Ha-yeon did not have a high nose at all. The same goes for her self-esteem. If anything, she was the opposite. Her arrogance and self-esteem were also very, very low.

“Umm, Hayeon, in my eyes, you seem like a person with far more strengths than weaknesses?”

“What are my strengths? “There’s nothing special about it other than being pretty?”

Self-objectification was difficult for anyone.

There are surprisingly few people who can accurately judge what kind of person she is, what her charms are, and what her position is.

“Your strengths? It’s delicate.”

Park Ha-yeon.

She not only cleaned the gym floor but also maintained the gym equipment neatly and meticulously.

When members were having trouble, she appeared like a ghost and solved it.

She worried a lot about Park Man-bok, and she took care of him quietly and delicately.

“And be disciplined.”

Although Park Ha-yeon likes soju, she doesn’t drink it often.

She abstains from drinking because of her assignments, she abstains from drinking because of her studies, and she abstains from drinking because drinking often is bad for her health.

She also controlled the amount of food she ate as much as possible. She said that eating too much would make her fat, and that she had to take care of her body.

For some people, self-control was a very difficult task.

She became an alcoholic because she couldn’t control herself, and she became obese because she couldn’t control herself.

“Are you deep inside?”

There were even a lot of them.

The person himself was good.

“And, you live really hard, right?”

She worked part-time while attending college. She covered her tuition with part-time wages. Even though it must have been difficult for her, she helped Park Man-bok at the gym.

“Chii…”

Ha-yeon Park wiggled her fingers.

[Inner mind: Chii, you idiot.]

[Inner heart: I’m embarrassed.]

[Inner heart: I… Surprisingly… There were quite a few advantages… My personality was also an advantage that others did not have…]

Is it because of soju? Or is it because I’m embarrassed?

Park Ha-yeon’s face turned red. Even her ears turned bright red.

She pursed her lips.

“Don’t blame yourself. “You really have many strengths and are quite attractive.”

“Ugh, thank you. “My brother and I are both very cool and good people.”

Park Ha-yeon’s mood softened.

Her eye smile was reminiscent of that of a desert fox.

The corners of her mouth rose slightly.

[Inner thoughts: Oppa, I like it.]

Is it because the atmosphere has become brighter?

Is it because the snacks are great?

Four bottles were emptied in the first round.

We got along well and drank two bottles each.

They looked into each other’s eyes with slightly relaxed gaze. A warm and affectionate air flowed.

‘It won’t work.’

Jinseong stopped by the bathroom for a moment.

[Hangover reliever – 1 point]

Purchased an item at the store.

Unlike Park Ha-yeon, who was only slightly drunk, she was so drunk that her eyes were on the verge of closing.

‘That’s amazing.’

The item was taken.

The drunkenness completely disappeared. Her spirit, which had been so cheerful, became a mess.

∴∴∴

She went to round 2. It was an izakaya. The cozy atmosphere was excellent.

There were partitions installed at each table. It was reminiscent of a small room, with a structure that was invisible from the outside.

“Beer? Soju? Sake? What do you want to drink?”

“Soju.” “I’m full of beer, but sake isn’t my taste.”

“Okay. What about snacks? “What do you want to eat?”

It was Jinseong’s first time at an izakaya.
She didn’t know what to do.

“I do not know. “It’s my first time coming to an izakaya.”

It was Park Ha-yeon’s first time at an izakaya.

I looked at the menu. I roughly ordered things that looked delicious.

In Suzhou.

Taco wasabi, grilled pork belly, fish cake soup.

“Oppa, is your work life okay?”

“I’m somewhat satisfied.”

“Is there anyone who is being mean to you?”

“Specifically? “Everyone is kind to me.”

“Well, you’re kind, so people can’t help but like you.”

“You? Is college life fun?”

“No, it’s not fun. “I don’t think college life is for me at all.”

Ha-yeon Park fiddled with her drink glass.

“Oppa, they say it’s good for people to have dreams, right? I don’t know what I want to do. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to get a job given my personality.”

“…”

“I have no idea what I should do. I have no idea what I’m good at. The packaging is pretty, but it feels like an empty doll with no substance.”

Jinseong, who was quietly listening to Park Ha-yeon’s story, chuckled.

“Why are you smiling?”

“No.”

She shook her head.

“Let’s drink.”

She raised her drink.

“Yes.”

There is no reason to laugh. I couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of how similar it was.

Myself, Choi A-young, and Park Ha-yeon all had similar concerns. I am worried about the future.

‘I need to read a book.’

Even from tomorrow.

I should refrain from calling Ayoung Choi and her at night and read a book.

Even if it means reducing the amount of exercise I do, I need to read a little at least a little.

‘I want to find the answer.’

If you find the answer yourself.

It might also be able to help Ha-yeon Park and A-young Choi.

It may also be a source of strength to the youngest who is struggling with studying.

Soju bottles piled up.

“Huh…”

Park Ha-yeon’s eyes opened. Her posture was disturbed.
She rested her chin on her palm.

“Oppa, why do you drink so much?”

Jinseong looked fine. She was the power of a hangover cure.

“Oppa, do you watch dirty things too?”

“Huh?”

“Do you see dirty things too? Something like porn.”

“Don’t you want to see it?”

“As expected, you see my brother too. “He was a man too.”

When I got drunk, the filtering disappeared.

She boldly asked her usual questions.

“Tell me honestly. Have you ever done anything dirty while thinking about me, imagining my body, imagining doing it with me?”

It was an explicit question.

If she had been drunk, she would have said ‘yes’ in a spirited way.

But Jinseong was fine.
She couldn’t answer because she was embarrassed.

“When I was in high school, there was a rumor going around that boys would masturbate while thinking about me. “I was wondering if you were thinking of me too.”

“…”

“You did it, right? Answer me. Honestly, I think my pride would be hurt if I didn’t do it.”

I requested an answer.

Nod.

Instead of answering, Jinseong nodded his head in approval.

Grinning.

The corners of Park Ha-yeon’s mouth rose.
She seemed very satisfied.

“How did you do something so dirty?”

“You? Do you see something dirty?”

“Don’t change your mind. “I’m curious.”

Jinseong scratched his cheek with his index finger.

“Well, she grabbed the pepper with her hand and shook it.”

“Harder?”

“Yes, harder. Thinking of you.”

Park Ha-yeon’s face became even redder.

“Hmm.”

My breathing became a little thick.

“You? Do you see something dirty?”

“Yes? Huh. Sometimes. Very occasionally.”

“How many times a week do we see each other?”

“About once a fortnight.”

Ha-yeon Park had a low sexual desire. She didn’t usually look, but when her body got hot, she would look.

“Did you think of me too?”

“No? At all? Are you crazy? “Why am I thinking about Mr. Sulky Pig?”

[Inner heart: I can’t say it. Don’t say anything. You can never tell me that you masturbated while imagining being forcibly fucked by your brother today.]

She spoke out of shame.

“Uh… Brother is… Have you ever had sex?”

“Have you tried it?”

“Ah… But… Until recently, it was Mr. Pig… ?”

“Please stop the factual violence. What about you? Have you ever had sex?”

“No, I haven’t tried it either. I’ve never had a boyfriend.”

Ha-yeon Park was her virgin. She has never even been in a relationship, let alone had sex.

She exchanged dirty stories.

Dirty stories are difficult to bring up once, and once they are brought out, there is no end to them.

For over 10 minutes, we only talked about sex all day and night.

A dirty air current was formed.

“Haa…”

Park Ha-yeon’s breathing was rough. Her deep heat and slight excitement were mixed in her breath.

Sigh.

Ha-yeon Park cupped her thighs. Her thighs were touching each other. She was rubbed.
She was a little soggy.

[Affection degree: 20]

[Inner thoughts: Is it because of a dirty story?]

[Inner mind: It’s hot. My body is hot. It tickles. It’s wet underneath.]

[Inner thoughts: My underwear is sexy, what will happen if I show it to my brother?]

[Inner thoughts: You’re excited, you’re in heat, and you’re going to masturbate without me knowing, right?]

[Inner heart: No. Maybe I’ll lose my temper and run away. They might force me to rape them.]

I ordered additional soju.

Ha-yeon Park took a sip of her glass.

“Oppa, what color are my underwear?”

“Huh?”

“Guess it. If you guess right, I’ll give you a prize.”

Park Ha-yeon’s eyes were strange.
Her breathing became louder.

She had lost half of her reason due to her drunkenness and sexual desire.

[Inner heart: black.]

Jinseong’s pupils shook.

It was a golden opportunity to see the underwear of gym goddess Park Ha-yeon.

“Uhm…”

While acting like I was struggling.

“Black?”

I answered with difficulty.

“Wow…”

“Why? Is it wrong?”

Ha-yeon Park shook her head left and right.

“My underwear is sexy, do you want to see it?”

“Yes, I miss you.”

“I understand. I’ll show you. Instead, you must never lose your temper and rush at me?”

“Am I an animal?”

“Up? Down? Where should I show you?”

“Can’t I show you everything?”

“No. I’ll only show you one.”

Jinseong’s pupils were shaken by conflict.

This is almost,

Do you like your mom? Do you like your dad?

It was a difficult question to choose.