Chapter 25: Unspoken Feelings and Morning After

“Then, dance for me.”

Moonhwa was someone who had achieved great success at the age of 24.

It was clear that she must have been deeply immersed in work from a young age, leaving little time to enjoy life.

Singing? Maybe. But dancing?

Honestly, I doubted she could dance at all.

It seemed more likely that she’d admit defeat in the game right away.

“Dance?”

“Yes, dance. It’s probably difficult for you, isn’t it?”

“Seriously? Why do you think I can’t dance? Back in the day, I practically lived in clubs.”

“Alright. I’m looking forward to it.”

Moonhwa stood up from her seat.

Boldly, she removed her suit jacket, revealing a crisp white blouse that hugged her figure.

Her elegant curves became apparent—modest but well-proportioned breasts and a slender waistline.

It wasn’t sensual in a provocative way but rather sophisticated and striking.

Her silhouette had an undeniable allure.

“Watch carefully. I’ll show you what a true pro looks like.”

Her words carried the confidence of a world dance champion.

But when it came to action, she hesitated, standing awkwardly in place for quite a while.

Then, she let out a deep breath, exhaled forcefully, and started moving her body.

“Wow, you’re amazing. Truly living up to your club-hopping reputation.”

“Stop teasing me… This is so embarrassing.”

As expected, Moonhwa wasn’t a good dancer.

Her movements were clumsy and stiff.

It looked like she was trying to mimic some moves she’d seen before, but her body wasn’t cooperating.

And yet, there was something oddly charming about it.

Was it her appearance that made even awkward dancing seem appealing?

When she slightly lifted her tight skirt, revealing her long legs, it was truly mesmerizing.

Is she tall for a woman?

I didn’t notice it much when we were standing together, but now that I was looking up at her from a seated position, her height was more noticeable.

Her long limbs made her seem even more statuesque.

I had this sudden urge to measure her legs with my hands. She was that striking.

“Happy now? Let’s get back to the game.”

“Why not just admit defeat? You’re never going to beat me, Hyejeong.”

“No way. This time, it’s going to be different.”

Embarrassed, Moonhwa quickly sat back down, nearly tripping over herself in her haste.

She immediately requested a rematch.

She’d regret it; she’d lost every game so far.

Was she hoping for a miraculous comeback? That kind of thing doesn’t happen.

“What’s going on? Are you cheating somehow?”

“Nope. No cheating here.”

Another win for me.

It didn’t seem like she’d be drinking, though.

She probably intended to substitute her penalty with another wish.

This time, I’d have to come up with something even harder.

“Show me your aegyo. Keep going until I tell you to stop.”

“Ugh, pick something else. Why would a grown woman do aegyo?”

“Nope. If you can’t, then drink.”

No matter how you look at it, Moonhwa wasn’t the cutesy type.

And considering the rigid norms of this world, it probably felt even more awkward for her.

Honestly, I was a little worried because she was pretty drunk at this point.

But still, no way. Moonhwa, doing aegyo? Impossible.

“Oppaaaa, Yuseong oppaaaa~!”

“…What?”

Moonhwa scooted closer to me, speaking in a nasal, high-pitched voice.

She was actually trying to do aegyo.

Why? This game had no real stakes—why was she so obsessed with winning?

She had an aversion to losing.

Her competitive streak was almost on par with mine.

“Hyejeongieee…”

Moonhwa leaned in even closer, her body pressing lightly against mine.

Her flushed cheeks, sultry eyes, and slightly clumsy movements combined with the faint scent of alcohol—oh, it was overwhelming.

‘Ah, so this is why normally composed women become even more captivating when they let their guard down.’

“Kkajaga moko… Ah! I can’t do this! I lose!”

“Pfft!”

Of course.

Moonhwa couldn’t endure the cringiness and surrendered.

“No, I was supposed to win the game…”

Eventually, she collapsed, muttering incoherent nonsense to herself as she leaned over the table.

She had drunk quite a lot, especially the last bottle, which she downed without much food to go along with it.

No wonder the alcohol had hit her hard.

Now what? She’d completely passed out, softly snoring. I couldn’t very well wake her up and send her home like this.

I decided to let her sleep here.

Picking her up, I carried her to my room and laid her on the bed.

I undid a couple of buttons on her blouse to make her more comfortable.

That should be enough, right? Or maybe I should take off her stockings?

They looked uncomfortably tight.

Whatever.

I lifted her leg and gently rolled up her skirt, trying to figure out how to remove the stockings.

Wait—why do they go all the way up? Are these stockings attached to her underwear? What is this? Forget it.

This is getting ridiculous.

I gave up and pulled out a blanket from the wardrobe.

As I headed toward the door, I glanced back at her.

She was sound asleep, breathing softly.

She must have been exhausted. She’d been through a lot with her family.

“Sleep well. And thank you.”

I whispered my gratitude and turned off the light.

Phew! Time to clean up the living room.

Empty bottles and snack crumbs were scattered everywhere.

Before going to bed, I decided to tidy up.

I wiped the floor, and soon the space looked neat and orderly again.

“Dajang, are you still awake?”

After finishing the cleanup, I called Dajang.

Even though I had taken a break from streaming for the housewarming, I couldn’t neglect my YouCube channel.

There were some matters I needed to discuss.

[Yes. Did the housewarming go well?]

“It just ended. It’s a shame you couldn’t come. I really wish you had.”

[I couldn’t help it, given the circumstances. But next time, I’ll make it if I can.]

That’s right. Today wasn’t the only day. There’s always a next time. I’d treat Dajang properly then.

“Alright. Sounds good.”

[By the way, there’s a bit of a problem. We can upload the solo rank video from yesterday, but after that, we don’t have new material because of today’s break. Should we re-edit some older content or come up with a new concept?]

“Oh! That’s what I wanted to talk about. I’m planning to shoot exclusive content for the channel tomorrow morning. Don’t worry about it—I called to let you know.”

[Got it. In that case, send me the footage by email, and I’ll edit it as quickly as I can.]

“Thanks. I’ll do that.”

With that sorted out, everything should proceed smoothly.

Now I just had to focus on tomorrow—shooting the YouTube video and co-streaming with Arin.