Not Sober - Chapter 3. Part 6

Chapter 3. Part 6

Of course, she had come to this house to do something like that with Sungchan in the first place, but after hearing that he liked her, the situation just felt so uncomfortable.

Jenna struggled to break free from his embrace but found herself strangely drawn to him. As a result, she ended up in an awkward position, with her hips thrust forward as far as they would go.

‘This is going to be a pain in the as$.’

As she believed the situation had calmed down, she turned around to see that the bulging boxers were still poking and prodding her as$. Rather than shrinking, it appeared to be growing.

She wonders how much time has passed.

It was time for Jenna to move around and fight the d*ck.

“Hold still.”

Finally, Sung-chan spoke impatiently. His sudden voice startled Jenna, causing her to shudder violently and squeeze her butt between his legs in anger.

“Ha, f*ck…….”

Jenna panicked at his touch. It was even harder than before. She mumbled an apology and tried to pull away, but he refused to let go.

He grabbed her and pulled her back towards him as she struggled and tried to roll over to the other side of the bed.

“Where did you learn to bounce off people’s dicks?”

“Well, what did I do?”

“F*ck. It appeared as though you were rubbing your p*ssy on a man’s d*ck.”

“That’s not what I did!”

Jenna blushed at the teasing remark.  Sung-chan giggled in amusement at Jenna’s reaction.

“Oh, yes or no?”

He whispered softly and rubbed Jenna’s p*ssy. Jenna blushed, feeling uncomfortable with the touch that now seemed even more intimate.

“Grow up.”

Jenna spoke defiantly but with shyness. He responded with a smile.

“That’s before I’m pulled in.”

“Wow. You’re so selfish…”

“Do you get it now?”

With that, He slid his hand down Jenna’s underwear.

“Hick…….”

Jenna noticed a significant contrast between being drunk and sober. She was surprised by how sober he was and couldn’t help but squirm.

“Now, wait a minute…….”

She tightened her legs in embarrassment, clicked her tongue in disapproval, and gently pulled up her panties.

“What, you don’t want to?”

Her panties were getting a little wet with her juices at the slow strokes over her bump.

“I think your p*ssy wants to.”

He smiled as he lazily slid his long fingers between her damp labia.

“Hmph…….”

Jenna winced and squirmed. The tingling sensations on her p*ssy were multiplied by the fact that she was sober.

He wrapped around Jenna’s waist, traveling leisurely between her v*g*na and clit. Each time her wet, slick fingertip brushed against her sensitive clit, it felt like an electric current.

Jenna felt embarrassed and awkward. She stopped talking and stood still, hoping to change his mind.

He had called her home for this reason, so it would be ridiculous to turn it down now.

Jenna realized that her courage that day had been purely alcohol-induced. She had thought she was prepared, but now she felt a sinking feeling.

“That… use a condom!”

Jenna shouted and pushed him away who threatened to take her clothes off.

She said, “I’m wearing a condom tonight.”

He raised an eyebrow and looked at Jenna as if to say, “Why?” Jenna paused, trying to think of something to say, but there was no way to soften the words, “I thought I might be sick.”

“……It’s just tsk-tsk.”

After a moment of thought, he said, “That’s all.” He quickly understood the implication and pulled out a condom without a second thought.

“Ready?”

He held the condom in front of Jenna’s face. Jenna nodded. She averted her gaze. She had never seen a condom like this before.

“What’s wrong?”

“What?”

“Why can’t you look me in the eye?”

Jenna’s refusal to make eye contact made him frown. She was only averting her eyes because she was embarrassed. He mistakenly assumed that she didn’t want to be with him.

“Do you not want to?”

“Oh, no?”

“Please be honest. I am not interested in anything non-consensual, so if you do not want to proceed, I will stop.”

Jenna shook her head to confirm she wasn’t, but she appeared hesitant. She had good reason to be. Jenna avoided his gaze like the plague, looking in the wrong direction.

She felt embarrassed at the idea of doing this sober.

She found it difficult to understand how she had the courage to do it that day. Drinking can turn you into a dog.

She closed her eyes tightly, remembering the feeling of the p*nis in her mouth and feeling even more ashamed of the embarrassment that washed over her.

Her behavior caused a misunderstanding of Sung-chan, which she had not anticipated.

He misunderstood Jenna perfectly when he saw her with her eyes closed. She behaved towards him in a manner that made him despise their relationship.

He began to tear off the condom but stopped when he saw the look on her face. He saw that she wanted nothing to do with him at the moment.

“Let’s just sleep,” he said.

In the end, he had to give up.

At this point, he was miserable. His p*nis was swollen, and Jenna’s eyes were closed in horror.

He attempted to hide his emotions, but his stomach was in knots.

‘F*ck…….’

‘Why does she hate me so much,’ he asked himself, swallowing hard as the question rose to the top of his throat.

He never imagined that he would be treated poorly, or, even worse, ignored. The worst part was that he still wanted Jenna despite the mistreatment.

And she doesn’t want him at all.

‘I think it’s best to forget about it and move on.‘

He tried to hide the bitterness in his stomach by clenching his jaw, but he couldn’t stop thinking about Jenna.

The more he came out like this, the more he couldn’t help but long for her and care for her.

Of course, she had no idea.

He tried to forget her, but his anger grew.

“Why?”

She started to censor him, something she had never done before. 

She objectively scrutinized every aspect of him, from his face to his physique, height, and personality traits, down to the smallest detail, including the hairs on his back.

Yet, despite her thorough examination, she couldn’t come up with an answer.

“Hey, Min Jenna.”

“What?”

Unaware of Sung-chan’s confusion, Jenna reacted with a blank stare and a harmless expression. Her calm behavior, unlike his, also stung him.

“Why don’t you feel fond of me?” he asked, adopting his usual playful tone but with a serious undertone. However, Jenna found the question somewhat amusing and couldn’t help but giggle softly.

“Don’t laugh; I’m being serious,” he insisted.

His next words made Jenna smile wryly.

“It’s just that I’m struggling to understand.”

“What’s so puzzling?”

“Look at me. I’m handsome. I’m tall. I’ve got a great body, no d*ck problems, and I even have a lot of money.”

Jenna felt like she was in a sitcom as the priest delivered those words with a straight face.

‘I wouldn’t say that to the prince either.’ At that thought, Jenna stifled the laughter that tried to escape her.

“Then why do you seem so unconcerned?”

He looked at Jenna, seemingly asking her to answer. However, Jenna struggled to contain her laughter. After coughing a few times, she finally managed to compose herself and responded with a shrug.

“Like I said, I like kind men.”

“…….”

Sungchan did not respond. However, his expression became even more fierce than before. It was as if he was cursing with his eyes.

“That, and also a man who is fat.”

Jenna stated that she also likes men who are overweight. As she said it aloud, she recognized it was the complete opposite of Sung-chan’s appearance.

“Ha, damn… that sweetness, Josin,” Sungchan muttered, contemplating if Jenna was feeling the same way.

“What if I turn into Josin?” Sung-chan pondered aloud.

“Phew!” Jenna exhaled, trying not to laugh.

“Don’t laugh at me,” Sung-chan warned.

“This is how you talk to someone you like. Sungchan teased. 

“I could never be a Josin even in the worst scenario, huh?” he said

Jenna couldn’t respond with a firm “no.” Instead, she playfully teased him back.

“That’s disappointing,” she admitted.

He felt frustrated, angry, and sad. The people he loved were not reciprocating his feelings.

Sungchan didn’t know what to do in this situation. He was unsure of how to start a relationship.

He was determined not to hold on to hope. However, his determination was weakening, and he now doubted whether Jenna would accept him even if he tried.

He thought about it for a while. Then, with an uncertain voice, he said, ‘I’ll try it.’

Jenna was surprised by his response and awkwardly repeated, “What?”

“I’m attempting to change my personality,” he clarified.

“Oh, you don’t have to…” Jenna began, but he interrupted.

“Just give me a chance, okay?”

His voice, pleading for affection, was unusual. There was no hint of his usual self-confidence.

Jenna saw his slightly teary eyes and nodded, captivated by his vulnerable expression.

A smile appeared on her lips.

“Is this a promise?”

“Yes, why?”

“To give it a chance,”

Before Jenna could correct her answer, he drove a full wedge in.

“I will determine if you are a dishonest or trustworthy person. Also, you should not go out drinking with any of those as$holes. Okay?”

Jenna shook her head in disbelief.

She commented, ”That’s why sweet girls don’t talk like that.”