〈Episode 47〉The Second Gift (1）

─ Before you show me having sex in front of your girlfriend, let's have sex just the two of us first. So your girlfriend will see what you did when there were three of you first, and then see what you did when it was just the two of us.

─ Listen to what your sister says. It's just a matter of giving a different order. In the end, this and that are all in your girlfriend's eyes, so what do you have to worry about?

─ You're lying? You said earlier, when you buy a birthday present, you ask if the person you're going to receive it with will live with you. It's the same thing. Just think of it as a surprise.

─ Hehe. That's right. To be honest, I kind of want to stay with you longer. No. That's bigger than me. Hehe.

─ But… I'm definitely not saying this just as a joke to piss you off. I'm saying this because I really want to listen to your wishes.

─ No. I'm sure. If she really loves you as much as you love your girlfriend, you'll get what you want. I don't know about other women, but I can guarantee it.

─ I also have something to prepare, so I don't know yet whether it will be Friday or Saturday. It will definitely be decided by today, so I'll contact you in advance.

─ Think carefully until then. The decision is yours.

< Saturday, August 7, 11:40 >

Although there were only two days left of vacation including tomorrow, the morning was the same as usual.

I spread a table on the floor and prepare breakfast at the time my mother wakes up, eat together, and then clean up the place.

Kitchen, laundry, cleaning, grocery shopping. With school out of the way, I take advantage of the extra time I have to get all my household chores done before lunch.

After leisurely finishing my housework, I looked at the wall clock and saw that it was exactly 11 o'clock. It was the perfect time to break away from my daily routine and start something extraordinary, so I prepared to go out with my pounding heart noting the time had come.

So, after about 25 minutes including the time to get ready to go out, I arrived at this Starbucks in Jungyeong-gu. This is where I met the girl I invited, Onarin, who I met through the 'introduction' posted on Twitter, to get to know each other, and it is also the place where we made our promise today.

At least.

I turned on my smartphone, which was lying face down on the table, while drinking a cup of cool espresso at a seat where I could see the cafe entrance just by looking up.

11:40. Twenty minutes earlier than the time I had promised to meet Onarin.

'It's been 10 minutes now... '

Considering that it's already been ten minutes since I've been in this cafe, I feel like I'm a little, no, a lot early. The fact that I read the numbers instead of checking the time supports that feeling.

But in order to urge my slowed-down thinking and prepare for the extraordinary, I needed to break away from the inertia of the place called home. So that the comfort and familiarity that I have now would disappear.

I had already confirmed for myself what kind of person Onarin was, and I knew that he was not the type of person to be careless about promises, so I checked the time and put my smartphone back on the table. This time was the price I paid for choosing to wait.

The man who occupies the table for two all by himself seems to have a rare quality like a refined jewel, and I can feel the various gazes being cast at him as he passes by where I am sitting.

Of course, since these were things I was familiar with now, I didn't pay any attention and just daydreamed. No, I tried to daydream.

Tiring

The cool sound of the doorbell. My head turned reflexively and aimed my dark eyes at the cafe entrance. The expectation contained in the series of actions had long since faded away, as it was a process that was repeated without any results.

But this time it was different. When I saw the woman that had entered the cafe and Onarin raising his hand towards me, my eyes naturally widened.

Onarin's outfit was very similar to Wednesday's.

Beige hot pants that reached the waist and revealed almost half of the thighs, a black tank top that suppressed the volume of her bust that seemed ready to burst, a thin cardigan that was either draped over her arm or had naturally open shoulders, and canvas shoes.

With a body full of curves and a brisk stride, she looks much more refreshing than the women of the previous world.

"Hehehe. You came out first again today. Did you wait long?"

Onarin spoke, bending over the chair across the table and leaning her arms on the back of the chair.

The words she said while standing up instead of sitting down literally meant an apology for making me wait, as well as a suggestion to leave the place.

"No. Thanks to you, I didn't have to wait that long. You came out earlier than I thought, so I thought I'd have to wait a little longer."

"Really? That's good. Now that you've finished your coffee, let's go. You don't want to stay here any longer, do you?"

"Yes, of course."

Drumroll. As soon as I answered, I stood up from my seat and threw the PET cup containing only ice water into the recycling bin. As if guiding me, Onarin turned back to the cafe entrance.

Tiring

We left the café, leaving behind the familiar doorbell sound. The next two footsteps headed straight for the car parked on the side of the road. The car, which seemed to belong to Onarin, was the same model as the foreign car I had often seen in advertisements a year or two ago.

When I found the advertisement that was locked in my memory, I felt a strange admiration for Onarin, along with the cross-sectional perception that at 25 years old, she would still be a college student or a new member of society. In both meetings, she was dressed very comfortably, and she seemed to have quite a lot of money. Of course, it could be an expression of vanity that has abandoned practicality, but Onarin's attitude that I saw was not based on a vain psychology.

It's not that she lacks money, and she could easily do anything to pursue a normal relationship, so why would she go through the trouble of being a prostitute? A similar question that had been on my mind for a while now has come back to me in a more developed form. However, since it felt like a leap of logic to start from a foreign car, I stopped imagining and followed her with straight steps.

Even though we had only met twice, considering the things that would happen between the two of us later, there was no reason for us to walk far apart, so I naturally walked side by side with Onarin.

"You're dressed well. Some people say that clothes make wings, but Hyuk, your body seems like wings."

"haha…"

I wanted to fit in with the mood by saying that my sister's body was prettier than her clothes, but I was so nervous that I could only laugh dryly. Maybe that's why my mouth was filled with stiff words that pushed away any flexibility.

"Take it. This is my car."

"Oh, yes."

I answered and got into the passenger seat, looking around the car's exterior and interior without being noticed. As someone who only knew about compact cars, the old model my mother drove, it was natural for my eyes to wander around.

Although I am almost a complete novice when it comes to cars, I couldn't help but exclaim in admiration when I saw the neatly organized interior.

"Kick. Hyuk-ah."

"yes yes?

"Fasten your seatbelt. I'll let you enjoy it later."

I thought I was watching without being noticed, but it seems that was not the case for Onarin at all. When I realized that I had acted childishly, shame surged up to my belly button.

As Onarin started the car, I was about to put on my seatbelt, feeling embarrassed, but then I remembered that I had forgotten something important, so I stopped for a moment. The answer might be obvious, but I had to at least check where this car was headed.

"So… you're going right away?"

"Huh? Where?"

I wondered if she was asking even though she already knew everything. When I saw her tilt his head slightly as if she didn't know what I was talking about, I was suspicious.

"… Are you going to do it at the motel? I don't mind going now."

So, instead of beating around the bush, I approached her directly once more, and only then did Onarin's lips form a deep smile as if she understood what I meant. It was a smile that seemed warm at first glance, but her eyes were still sharp, so I had to prepare myself mentally.

"Foot."

After a few seconds of their two pairs of black eyes gazing at each other, Onarin turned his head slightly first and burst into laughter. Along with the smile, his long lips, which had stretched out his body, moved to the center and made a sound of air escaping from within.

What does this mean? I made a questioning gesture, just like Onarin had done at the cafe.

"Hyuk-ah. Did you eat lunch? I'm sure you didn't, since you came out earlier than me."

"Yes. I haven't eaten yet. It's too early to have had lunch."

"And you want to have sex first? You're already skinny, and you're not skipping meals, are you?"

"No. That's not it…"

"Then? Are you not hungry right now?"

"That's not it… I thought you were going to ask me to have sex right away."

Before the purpose of this meeting, my question, which had started out with a clear intention, eventually became vague as the physiological topic became an obstacle. Since my opinion had been discarded, it was time to wait for Onarin to speak.

"Phew… Is that so? I was wondering why you were so nervous already. It was because I didn't explain it properly. I'm sorry."

With a cool smile on his face, Onarin put on her seatbelt and turned her gaze to the windshield.

"Let's eat first. It's near the steakhouse I used to frequent.

There was no reason to refuse, and there was no need to refuse since he was offering to buy it for me. I leaned back against the backrest obediently. My heart felt a little lighter at Onarin's words that seemed to give me a moment's respite.