Chapter 83

But… come to think of it, how would our relationship look to other people?

Now that I think about it, I'm not used to high heels, so I keep walking while leaning on his arm and shoulder, and the man has been putting his hand on my waist for some time now. My clothes are also a bit… like a couple.

Seriously, if anyone looks at this, wouldn't it look like they're in a relationship?

My face is getting hot. More than that, what if I take a picture of this? The old man is married… .

"I guess you haven't worn high heels much before?"

"Huh? Yes, ah, yes. I'm a little unfamiliar with it."

"Hug me?"

Suddenly, he grabs the hand that was on my waist and pulls it, holding me from the side as if he was really hugging me, and slightly supports my body. Wow, I thought she was in pretty good shape for her age, but she can do this too… No, that's not it, it's embarrassing!

But it is definitely comfortable… It feels like the weight on my feet has been reduced and they have become lighter.

"Oh, it doesn't have to be like this…."

"I like it too, so what? Heeyeon, isn't your waist too thin?"

"Heehee…."

I flinch and tremble as the wind sweeps across my waist. There are so many people watching me, so I look at him, wondering what he is doing, and see that the old man has a playful expression on his face. I stare at him for a while, then get angry and pinch the old man's hand with my finger.

"My hands are cold…."

"Do you understand now?"

"I thought it was soft."

Wow... I can't speak because you're so good at answering and stuff.

Is this what is meant by the leisure and sophistication of association? It really embarrasses me, so I am speechless.

Just by shopping, time passed by in an instant, and before I knew it, it was evening.

When the sun was setting, I stopped walking around the shopping center and went towards the building, that is, the hotel. I followed to see what was there and found a swimming pool. I was really surprised… A swimming pool. There really is nothing that is not there in this shopping center.

I saw a bookstore while passing by earlier, and there was a place that sold things like bath salts. I also saw a cosmetics store, and when I told the man that I didn't really like wearing makeup, he just looked at my face for a while, nodded, and walked away. I don't think I need to wear makeup. At least for me, makeup isn't something I do to look pretty, but rather something I just do to feel good.

As you pass the swimming pool, you can see a sauna and even a massage shop. What on earth is missing?

I arrived at the hotel entrance, and here too, the fountain and the lights were placed very beautifully, and the area around the lounge was designed to have a soft golden glow, so it was very pretty. I usually go to motels, but when I come to a luxury hotel like this, I feel like there really are places like this… I wonder how much a place like this costs per day. I heard that some hotels in Seoul cost over a million won just to sleep for one night.

I thought I was going to sleep at the hotel tonight, but instead of the hotel, I went into a Japanese restaurant next door. It was a Japanese restaurant with a common name that I had seen somewhere, but the bamboo decorations at the entrance made it feel very different.

"Welcome, may I have your name on the reservation?"

"Yoo Ho-yeol, there are two of them."

"Yes, I will guide you through the 7 o'clock Omakase course."

… They ask for reservations right from the entrance. Is this a restaurant where you have to make a reservation to enter?

I followed the kimono-clad clerk into the room, and was guided to a small room with a table. I took off my shoes and went in, and the table was already there, as if it had been prepared in time. On one side, there was a crystal bottle of ice water and a cup of warm tea placed a little distance away.

The clerk followed me into the room, pulled up one of my kimono sleeves with his left hand, lifted the teapot with his right, poured me some tea, then knelt down and walked to the back, briefly explaining the menu to me from the entrance.

"Chawanmushi with spinach and lime juice, monkfish liver."

Then he backed out again and closed the door silently.

Looking at the top, there was what looked like grated raw wasabi, chawanmushi, which was steamed eggs, and on the side, pickled ginger and pickled burdock. These are called tsuke.

"Do you like raw fish?"

"Yes… but isn't it expensive here?"

"I told you not to worry about it."

Still, I was worried about how much I would spend today, so I drank some tea to relieve my tension. The old man took off his coat and said,

"Can I eat something special for one day? I'm going on a date with Heeyeon."

date….

It's kind of embarrassing. But... um... I guess so... .

I scoop up the chawanmushi and put it in my mouth. It's quite soft. I wonder if it's because it's mostly soft at first? The monkfish liver is also soft. However, maybe because I'm nervous, the lime and spinach flavors in the chawanmushi feel a little off. The monkfish liver was quite soft and delicious.

The two were placed together, but the pickles were placed separately, so I thought they were meant to be eaten separately, so I ate the monkfish liver first, the chawanmushi, and then the pickles, and I felt like they were put there to wash away the residual taste in my mouth. Perhaps it was to suit the Korean palate, but the tea tasted like brown rice tea, not matcha or green tea. I thought that this was also the man's choice, and after eating the pickles, the next menu came out a little while later. How did he know that I had finished eating… Was there a camera or something?

"Steamed abalone with kelp and sake."

It's soft. It's really really soft. Was abalone this soft? It felt like it had been steamed all day. It was so delicious that I wanted to eat more, but the portion was a little small.

The abalone I know has a slightly bone-like texture, but this one was really soft. And it had a really good savory flavor.

"This is Japanese Shimaji-san mackerel."

I thought it would be sashimi, but it was grilled small fish. It seemed like you were catching it with your hands and eating it, but I was careful not to eat much because I was careful about how I ate, but it was delicious. If I were eating it alone, I would have chewed off the head as well… .

"From the left, domestic sea bream sashimi, sushi topped with sea urchin roe from Bukhansan, and French sweet shrimp."

The sea bream is quite chewy and the shell is lightly baked, so it has a nice texture. And it has a slightly sweet taste. The sea urchin roe is soft and rich in flavor, and the sweet shrimp... is really sweet. I wonder if they sprinkled sugar on it.

More than that, Bukhansan… Bukhansan sea urchin roe… So you're saying that it's not sea urchin roe from Bukhansan, but sea urchin roe from North Korea.

How on earth do they get that in there… It feels like an overall sweet flavor.

"It's tuna belly."

It's diced tuna belly. The outside looks like it was grilled on a grill, but when I chewed it, the rich flavor of tuna filled my mouth and I felt good.

"This is Namwon Hanwoo."

"From the left, there are sea bream, flounder, and mackerel sushi."

"This is Sangseon Yeosu. Of the low-alcohol sake you ordered, this is the one that best suits today's course."

"Geumtae, this is Guanzi Sushi."

"Akami tuna, squid with shiso leaves, tuna belly, and odoro sushi."

"This is mackerel, engawa, and eel sushi.

Today's omakase course seemed to be mainly sushi. Or maybe that's what the old man ordered.

It's really delicious. Seriously, I didn't think I was a slow eater, but I find myself eating slowly. The sake that was supposed to go with the dish didn't seem to suit my taste, but I thought it was a drink that I could enjoy without getting drunk, so I drank it and it was fine. Actually, I don't like sake itself because it feels like water when you hold it in your mouth... I like it when the taste gets stronger and spreads when you hold it in your mouth.

The old man seemed to be trying to have a conversation while we were eating, but he saw that I was enjoying my meal, so he didn't say anything else and just watched me eat quietly. When the course was finally over and it was time for dessert to come out, the old man spoke to me while I was eating the plum white wine sorbet and green tea ice cream with red bean paste that was served for dessert.

"It must have been really delicious. At first, you were eating it nervously."

"It's really delicious! It's so delicious that I think all I can think about is eating it."

"I feel good because you said it was delicious. Is there anything you want to try more of the things you ate?"

"Um… no, I'm full now."

I'm not just saying this out of politeness, I'm really full. If I try to eat more, I'll probably be able to, but it's enough even if I don't eat more. If I eat more, it's overeating.

It was really delicious. It was so delicious that I wondered if all the sushi I had ever eaten was made of synthetic resin.

After I finished eating dessert, the waiter came back in again, cleared the table, and brought me some cold green tea and a mojito. I wondered how he knew, so I looked to see if there were any cameras, but I didn't see any surveillance cameras in the room.

"Excuse me… but how does that clerk know to come in at exactly the right time every time?"

"Oh, if you look closely when you close the door and leave, you can see that he opens the door slightly and leaves. If you leave it like that, other employees will sneak a peek as they walk by and estimate how much you've eaten before leaving."

"…Is that okay?"

"I'm not sure, but when I asked before, they said it was like that here."

Doesn't that mean that if you look at it wrong, it could come in while you're eating?

It may not seem like much, but it's actually quite difficult.

But then… I think it might be difficult to have a more personal conversation.

"Let me tell you exactly what's on my mind," the old man said with a smile.

"Don't you knock before you come in? Other than that, I try to keep the door as quiet as possible, so it's fine. Were you conscious of that and didn't say anything?"

"…a little bit."

Honestly, there are some things I couldn't say because I was worried that if I said something dirty, everyone outside would hear. Half of the time, I didn't say anything because it was so delicious, and the other half, I couldn't say anything because I was afraid that someone might hear.

"How was your day?"

"…It was good. Seriously, it was to the point where I wondered if it was okay. You even bought me this many clothes, um…but how much did you really spend today?"

"I buy as much as I wanted to."

… the answers are so skillful that I really want to learn.

"By the way, is this your first time wearing high heels? At first I thought you were joking, but when I saw you going down the stairs, you looked really anxious."

"Um… That's actually my first time. You may not believe it, but this is actually my first time wearing a skirt."

"A skirt too?"

As I spoke, I became a little more conscious and touched the hem of my skirt with my hand. Actually, it was my first time wearing stockings, but I guess I don't have to say anything about that.

"Is there a reason? Honestly, I even thought that maybe Hee-yeon had defected from North Korea."

"Hey, defector? Phew!"

I blurted out those words because I had never even thought of them.

A defector from North Korea. If there were a woman like me in North Korea, I would defect!

"Phuhuhu… ha, haa… that's absolutely not it. There's just a little reason…."

"Why can't you say anything?"

"yes…."

"Then don't say anything. So you couldn't wear a skirt or you didn't wear it?"

My stomach clenched again at the sight of him changing the subject so naturally, as if nothing had happened.

Wow, seriously, why am I doing this… .

"Um… I think I should say I'm not wearing anything. I could wear it, but it feels kind of empty, I guess. It feels awkward, I guess. Oh! And I don't have any clothes that fit either."

"When I look at him, he seems like a very friendly person. He's also cute."

"Ears, they're cute."

Ticklish, ticklish, ticklish… I'm so embarrassed that I suddenly want to hide under the table.

"Then why are you wearing a skirt today?"

"Uh, that's… well, it's because you chose it for me and… honestly, the clothes you were wearing earlier didn't really suit you."

"So, are you wearing it because you wanted to match my outfit?"

"Hmm… similar."

The old man smiles as if he's in a really good mood... What is it?

"Hee-yeon, you are a very dangerous woman…."

"Huh? Why?"

"The most dangerous thing is not knowing why it's dangerous."

What? Why all of a sudden… Did I make a mistake? I don't think I made a slip of the tongue or anything… .

I didn't know for sure, but I felt like I needed to change the subject, so I said it hastily.

"But, but! Today… Is, is today the end?"

"Huh? What?"

"So, are you satisfied today?"

"Of course I'm satisfied. I've been able to take a beauty like Hee-yeon around all day like I want, and I've even dressed her up in clothes that I bought for her."

"No, so… is there anything missing?"

I put both arms on the table, leaned my head against my arms, and looked at the old man with my eyes wide open as I spoke.

"…I'm full."

It just occurred to me, but seriously, ever since I started having sex with the old man, I feel like I've become so much more feminine and charming, to the point where it feels like I'm not myself…

The old man must have understood what I was saying. He glanced outside as if he was joking. Then he leaned over and answered in a small voice as if he was whispering in my ear.

"Do you want to?"

"…yes."

"I've made a hotel reservation. Should I go?"

Why are the dirty temptations you get when you're full so attractive?

It really seems that humans are the animals that think about sexual desire first after their appetite is satisfied. Before I knew it, the corners of my mouth went up, and I nodded, and only then did I realize that I was laughing, so I covered my mouth with the arm that was holding it.

Then, I suddenly thought that it would be nice to just go to a hotel and have sex, but since I had received so much from the old man, I wanted to do something for him too, so I asked.

"By the way… is there anything else you want to do?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"So… that's something special."

I asked him if he wanted to invite me over, but I felt awkward saying it out loud, so I asked him indirectly. But he must have understood, because his eyes widened as if he was excited. He was even swallowing his saliva… Really, is it that good?

For some reason, when I see you like this, you don't seem like an older person, but like someone the same age or even younger. Hmm... It's weird for me to even say this, but you seem cute. Wow, calling a guy cute...

"Are you okay?"

"…I might not do it today. I'm really satisfied today, and I want to satisfy you too, sir, so that's why I'm doing this."

The old man is flustered and excited, as if he didn't expect me to do this the next day, without even thinking about it, after I just exposed my delivery yesterday and uploaded the pictures on the internet. Come to think of it, he might have been so nice to me today because he was sorry that I might think yesterday was a mistake or feel uncomfortable. This is just my guess.

The old man sat down at my sudden suggestion and suddenly started looking through his cell phone. After a while, he put the phone down, looked at me, and said in a trembling voice.

"Ma, massage…should I call?"

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