My girlfriend from the reverse world expects me to be a Netorare

< Saturday, August 7, 12:40 >

I sat back in the passenger seat, holding the latte that Onarin had bought me in my left hand.

"Whew! It's a little cooler now. It was a good thing I left the engine running. Hyuk, you'd rather be here than at a cafe, right?"

"Huh? Well… it wasn't that cool there. Looking inside, it looked like all the seats would be taken if we sat down."

"That's how it is on weekends. The shop is small, but it's famous for its lattes. So when my sister comes over on the weekend, she parks the car and only orders takeout."

"aha…"

As I was answering the non-answer, my two eyes turned to Onarin's chest. As soon as she got into the driver's seat, Onarin threw her shoulder-slit cardigan onto the backseat, so wherever I looked, her chest, bulging out greatly under his black T-shirt, naturally came into view.

Well, Cha So-young is also quite sensitive to heat, so with such large breasts in this kind of weather, she would naturally want to go to a cool place. Although, with my thin body, I have no idea what that feels like.

He quickly looked away so that Onarin wouldn't feel like he was staring at her.

"Hyuk-ah. How was the steak? Of all the steakhouses your sister knows, that one is the best."

"Yes? That's right… Of course it was delicious."

"Hehehe. Really? It's not enough?"

"I'm so full right now. If I eat any more, I'll probably burst."

"Pfft. You're so full, but that latte is still going down so well? Do you have separate stomachs for meals and desserts?"

It was just a moderately full meal, but after being treated to a steak costing nearly 200,000 won per person, I couldn't help but say something so exaggerated.

I couldn't say that it wasn't very good since I was the one who got it, and if I said that I wasn't full, Onarin would probably drive to another restaurant.

Onarin's bold actions, including the fact that she often visited restaurants where the basic price per person was over 100,000 won, no longer seemed like pretense, but I couldn't take lightly such a deep favor. It would have been different if Onarin had been someone who lacked a sense of money.

A restaurant like that was a place I would go to celebrate anniversaries with my mother or Cha So-young. Thinking about having a cozy meal with someone I was about to get all wet in a place like that made the back of my head tingle strangely.

"Haha. I guess so. If you do it well, you can probably find other boats too. Like sushi boats or cake boats."

"Then, shall we go and look for one? There are a lot of good restaurants in this neighborhood. Your sister knows about all the places."

Do I look that skinny? It's something that can just be passed over, but Cha So-young has been like that before, and Oh Na-rin also seems to want to feed me something.

I didn't show off my greedy eating skills because I tasted expensive food, and I'm not that skinny either... If there were other reasons, I wonder if she wants to go on a foodie date or if she just wants to see me eat. You could just ask her, but it's not something I want to bring up first.

"Hey. I was just joking. I got something so expensive from you, so I can't shamelessly ask you to buy me more."

"Oh? So that means there's something you want to eat?"

"Oh, that's not what I meant. I'm satisfied with just eating this."

Chook. I took a sip of the latte in my left hand, meaning not to say anything else, and only then did Onarin close her mouth like me and savor the latte in her hand.

However, I couldn't help but be bothered by the playful glances from the side along with the cheerful-looking snort, so I took this opportunity to ask him indirectly about something I had been secretly curious about. It was about this burdensome favor.

"That… I mean, my older sister said earlier that she's been to a lot of good restaurants around here."

"Yeah. Why is that?"

"Did you go with your friends? It doesn't matter if they're men or women… For example, something like going out to explore good restaurants?"

"Hehehe. Exploring? Your sister eats a lot, so it just kind of became a hobby. It's not something to be said in such a grand way."

"okay."

"I just keep it in my head and sometimes bring it out before having a drink with my friends. It's not like I'm going to post a review or anything like that."

In that case, treating me to an expensive steak dinner today could be considered an extremely ordinary thing for Onarin, something as light as having a meal with a friend. Of course, it was not a light thing for me, who did not know about Onarin's wealth.

No matter how much I look like a 'man', is there any reason for Onarin to regard the relationship between the invited woman and the net-boyfriend as something noble, something that will disappear like a midsummer night's dream? I feel like that question, which was difficult to say out loud, is finally being resolved.

"Sister. I'm hungry now, so just drink this…"

After thinking that, I was about to start a proper conversation, but suddenly Onarin's body in the driver's seat came closer to me, and I unconsciously turned my head toward the window.

The deep cleavage below the collarbone and the bronze skin and face instantly fill the center of the field of vision. Outside the field of vision, the left arm is on the console box to lean the upper body, and the right arm is wrapped around the back of the passenger seat. What should I say? I felt like a cornered rat chased by a cat.

"But you know, Hyuk-ah."

One span. Right now, Onarin and I are facing each other in parallel, and our eyes are exactly that distance apart. Since the distance between our eyes is one span, our noses and lips are even closer. Even if we breathe very lightly, the heat from our breath touches each other's faces.

"I don't know about other places, but your sister doesn't take just anyone to that restaurant. I don't want to waste my money on something."

A gentle smile appeared on Onarin's face, with her eyes half-closed. It seemed as if she was stating an obvious fact, or as if she was laboriously stating something that didn't need to be said.

The untied question is tightening again. What kind of expression will my face, filled with that question, have when it sees Onarin's smile?

I was so curious about what kind of person the blonde girl in front of me would be like in her eyes.

"I asked you to go with me because it was you. I took you because I wanted to see you happy in front of me. Do you understand?"

Onarin's upper body, which had been leaning towards me, flexibly returned to the driver's seat. I could only watch that fascinating movement.

It definitely won't be something like a confession. It seems like she's creating a heavy atmosphere by saying unavoidable words, but the smile on her pink lips is incredibly light.

It's also a difficult situation to ask what this action means. It would be very difficult to get the answer I want.

Was it something like respect as a sexual partner? I couldn't tell what answer would be right.

"So, what are you going to do if you just drink that?"

Onarin put the plastic cup he had put in the cup holder back in his left hand and pointed to the latte I was holding with his right index finger.

As I listened to the sound of the iced latte going down like water and saw the smile that accompanied the eyes, the answer that I had been putting off suddenly flashed in my head.

I wanted to tease you once.

I put the straw of the latte in my left hand in my mouth and lick it with my tongue, then snatch the latte that Onarin was holding with my right hand. I put the straw of the latte I was holding into Onarin's mouth, which was now empty.

I bring the latte in my right hand to my lips. I slowly open my mouth to show that the straw and my tongue make contact first, and then I bite the straw with my lips.

Chook. After taking a big sip of the latte that had been reduced to less than half, I answered Onarin's question.

"Let's go to the motel now. There's no need to wait any longer."

Onarin, who had been looking at me with slightly wavering eyes, smiled even deeper and grabbed the latte that was near her mouth with her right hand.

And then, just like I did, the plastic straw goes back into Onarin's mouth, coated with new saliva.

There was no voice, but I could tell it was a gesture confirming my answer.

Onarin stepped on the accelerator while staring at the windshield with hardened eyes. This time, it was obvious where the white foreign car was headed without even asking.

After about 20 minutes, we started again and ran without saying a word until we stopped at a motel. I have never been there myself, but based on the location, it was probably an alley inside the Sung-A University campus.

"Have you ever been here? It's the biggest motel in this alley."

"Oh, no… I've never been there before."

"Hmm… Really? We didn't come here to travel, and we didn't think it was worth wasting time looking for a good place, so we came here. Is that okay?"

Did I come here because of my false identity as a 20-year-old college student? There may be other reasons, but I felt sorry for Onarin because I thought he would want a better place to stay. It seemed like the price of my petty lie was finally being paid.

"…What is that?"

Onarin picked up a white shopping bag from the backseat of mine. Since it wasn't a car I would drive often, I just thought there was something in the backseat, but I never thought it was something I would use right now.

"This? It's a camcorder and a tripod."

Do you know why I brought it? The sight of the tan iron bridge and the black camcorder was starting to feel real.

So I didn't answer and just nodded a couple of times. Onarin didn't pay attention to my silence and just held the white shopping bag with a dry smile.

"let's go."

I followed Onarin into the motel and swallowed my saliva secretly. Whether I was a 'man' or a man, it was inevitable that I would feel nervous before sex. Even more so when I thought about the special nature of this situation itself.

"Welcome~"

A low voice filled with fatigue greeted us. Onarin seemed to have made a reservation in advance and told the counter his name.

Onarin. 2 people, special room, 13:00. After a brief Q&A, the counter turned his black eyes towards me. After staring at the faded black eyes for a few seconds, which felt like an instant, the counter spoke before the situation could get any worse.

"The customer behind you? Could you show me your ID just once?"

Hmm. Onarin let out a long breath as if she understood. I had expected this to some extent, so I handed over my resident registration card that I had prepared in my wallet.

The counter, who had reached out and received my resident registration card, lowered his eyes. I watched the counter's fingers and eyes while waiting for the simple verification to be completed. After a few seconds, the counter returned my resident registration card to me as I had been waiting for.

I guess I can go in now. Thinking that, I tried to take my steps again, but the words of the counter stopped me, no, Onarin, first.

"I… customer?"

"Yes? Is there a problem?"

"Even if you made a reservation, we can't accept you sharing a room with a minor. If you're sharing a room with the same sex, you need parental consent, and if you're sharing a room with the opposite sex, it's completely impossible because of the Youth Protection Act."

"Huh? What is that…"

As I spoke, Onarin's eyes slowly turned towards me as if he had realized the truth.

The slightly frowned eyes. My mind quickly judged the situation after reading the ominous atmosphere contained within them.

'Ah… It's not like everything can be done if you're a third-year high school student…'

It was a moment when a lie was exposed due to unknown common sense.