Your Girlfriend Was Amazing

Chapter 45: The Game You Can Play with Fishnet Stockings

The Game You Can Play with Fishnet Stockings

Stepping into a limousine, it's a first for me. The interior, as expected, embodied the clichéd essence associated with these extravagant vehicles. While each limousine may have its nuances, people tend to harbor a generic image of it.

A long, luxurious sofa with a sophisticated lounge bar.

Contrary to my expectations, the atmosphere was surprisingly more opulent. The reasonably high ceiling negated any sense of confinement in this supposedly narrow space. I ruefully recalled turning down an invitation from a wealthy girl who claimed it was a drug party.

It was probably a wild sex party.

With little consideration, I nonchalantly settled next to Melanie, who was oddly adorned in provocative attire. From the subtly revealed neckline to the fishnet stockings and high heels, her intentions were glaringly explicit. Wearing such outfits for revisiting an S-rank gate location seemed absurd. Undoubtedly, they were chosen specifically for the limousine setting.

"Feel free to relax. We're fellow academy students, after all."

"Huh? Sure."

Melanie seemed frozen; she evidently unprepared for my swift closeness. It was unexpected for her that my thighs would touch hers in this ostentatious limousine. If she aimed to compete in the beauty league, she should have anticipated this level of proximity, right?

"So Yoomin's company… He's restrained."

As anticipated, it unfolded just as I thought. Opting for a corporate model could influence power dynamics, so he must have exercised caution.

"Shall I loosen his restraint for you?"

"Why not do it yourself? We want you."

"Well, that's… difficult."

If that's the case, breaking Minsoo's pure love won't be a walk in the park. Direct mental attacks will prove challenging. Initially, I entertained the idea of snatching away every woman around him. However, that wouldn't disrupt his relationships; it would merely be a matter of taking them away.

If I had taken them from the start, there would be no room for dating.

Both Ryu Hyemi and Melanie are in the territory of ‘possibly' dating, having yet to establish any relationships. Even Yoomin, if she were merely ‘dating,' I could have seized her immediately. Currently, it's just a chance to enter the harem, making it tough to embrace them in my arms.

At least Kim Minsoo should genuinely love them.

Two-way feelings aren't mandatory; it's about Minsoo loving, not the other way around. In Ryu Hyemi's case, she exudes a ‘big sister' vibe, so it's bound to happen soon. The challenge lies with Melanie; it's crucial for her to establish contact with Minsoo.

"Can I hear the reason?"

"As you know, the chairman favors me a lot."

"In the end, isn't it about your own will? If it were you, Baek Taeyang, you could probably manage it."

A brilliant provocation from her. Essentially saying, ‘You're not someone who lowers yourself in any situation, are you?' It could also be interpreted as ‘Even Kim Minsoo spoke according to his own will.' Though it might be what Yoomin instructed him to do, he probably refused, at least for now.

"I might not be an expert, but Kaivan Corporation wouldn't be this thirsty without a motive, right? It's screaming urgency."

"Th-That's…" Melanie bowed her head with a bewildered expression.

Even from a basic standpoint, the narrative doesn't add up. Regardless of how promising an academy student might be, they're still just a student. In the corporate context, being an intern at best means doing a decent job. There are plenty of standout individuals even among regular employees. But why would a student intern get a modeling offer from a company? The likelihood is high that it's not solely the company's intention.

Even if it is the company's intention, this seems overly hasty.

It feels unlikely for the offspring of a major corporation to personally intervene to this extent. If it's genuinely urgent, they would have organized a proper meeting instead of concocting reasons to chat on a limousine sofa like this.

"How about we indulge in a little game? If you win, I'll accept the modeling offer."

"R-Really?! Well, uhum… I'd like to hear what game it is first."

"Ever heard of XOXO game? Tic-tac-toe? We'll play that."

It's a simple game anyone can play. One person draws an O, and the other draws an X. The goal is to connect three of the same symbols in a row.

"Sure, let's do that. But I have a pen, just no paper."

"I don't plan on using paper though."

Why search for paper while she's wearing fishnet stockings? Can't we just draw on her thigh, exposed through the mesh?

Melanie seemed to grasp my intention, and her face instantly turned red.

"W-What…! Shameless…! Really, are you serious right now…?"

"If you don't want to, it's fine. We don't have to do it."

Being a corporate model? I didn't enter a novel for something like that. From the beginning, I'm not in an unsatisfactory position.

When I mentioned playing this game, Melanie tightly grasped the two pens she had taken out. She controlled her grip so well that the pen nibs didn't break.

"Th-This a promise, right? You'll really keep it?"

"Yes, but if you lose, you're going to offer Kim Minsoo the modeling again."

"Fine…"

Her face showed a multitude of unspoken words. Why Kim Minsoo, and why a tic-tac-toe game of all things? The fact that she couldn't say those things already indicated a loss of control over the conversation flow.

Continuing to passively respond would significantly limit the range of possible answers, even if there were many things she wanted to say. Asking various questions was futile when the only options were ‘yes' or ‘no.'

"Feel free to make the first move."

"Sure."

Games like tic-tac-toe tends to favor the player with the first move. Melanie, seemingly aware of this, didn't reject the chance to take the initiative.

"Hmm…"

The pen's cool touch against her thigh made her body shiver slightly. It was an unexpected situation for her. How could one anticipate drawing an X through the holes of fishnet stockings?

"If you draw it all messy, what am I going to do?"

"I'll handle the drawing well, so just stay still." With that assurance, I raised the pen to Melanie's thigh. Drawing an O slowly, I moved through the mesh and gazed at Melanie's nether regions. The blurred focus made it challenging for her to catch any subtleties.

"I said not to move."

Melanie, disturbed by the gaze, shivered as if I were about to devour her. But I had barely begun.

While insisting on staying still, I casually placed my hand on her thigh. As my thick fingers ascended her thigh, the space between her thighs gradually narrowed. After drawing the circle as slowly as possible, I then withdrew my hand.

"You draw very attentively…"

"I have to take it seriously. Anyway, my back hurts. Can you lift your leg towards me a bit?"

Now it's time to add a pinch of real flavor.

Melanie had a face that clearly didn't comprehend what I was saying. With a natural smile, I lightly tapped my thigh and said, "Lift your thigh a bit, here."

"O-Okay…" Melanie displayed a face full of embarrassment. After a moment of lip fumbling, she reluctantly removed her high heels. Slowly, as the thighs overlapped, her lower body came into full view. Regardless of whether she had a pedicure, a touch of blue on her white feet caught my attention.

"I'm genuinely playing the game right now."

"So am I."

The longer the game went on, the higher the hem of Melanie's skirt rose. She skillfully continued drawing circles on the upper part of her stockings; she gave an air of potential victory.

"Ugh…"

Her pupils dilated, and as the circle was drawn higher, her thighs quivered delicately. It seemed the space between her intimate parts couldn't tighten any further. Between those seamless thighs, I really wanted to bury my face there without leaving any gaps.

"Stop… Let's stop…"

With just a bit more, the skirt would lift entirely, unveiling her underwear. She, too, caught on and voiced the desire to cease. Despite her attempt to play with my emotions, her determination was sorely lacking.

"Quite disappointing."

"What?"

"I thought you wouldn't give up so easily. Um, if it's inappropriate, I apologize."

At my subtle provocation, the thigh that had descended rose once again. Her immediate shift to using her body without uttering a word was quite desirable. It's a very desirable reaction indeed. I mean, the game could end unilaterally at any moment.

[Never lose to a virgin.]

A skill I firmly believed in when dealing with Ryu Hyemi. The true power of the Virgin Bomber extends far beyond mere defeat. The strength not to lose, no matter what, when engaging with a virgin. This power shaped the current situation.

I mean, tic-tac-toe typically doesn't drag on like this.

Now the hem had risen entirely, and her underwear was blatantly on display… It was a luxury one, but I guess she didn't think of it this far since it was a sport design.

I can't believe she's trying to entice a man with just a cleavage and thighs alone.

"The game is almost over it seems." I inserted my hand into the inner side of Melanie's thigh and drew a circle. Her tofu-like skin blushed a deep red with embarrassment.

"Not yet, there's still the other side left…"

Being on the brink of defeat, she couldn't afford to stop. Honestly, I wanted to continue. Even though it's sports underwear, there was clam meat sticking out, and I wanted to touch it.

"Now it's over."

Continuing further could distort the purpose of the game at this point. Besides…

"Miss, we've arrived."

The reason for choosing this game was also because dragging it on had its limits. If we had reached the meeting point, the situation would forcibly come to an end.

"It was enjoyable, Melanie."

I kept my promise, and I drew the final circle.

"Wait! What if Kim Minsoo rejects? We should—"

"No, that won't happen. Don't worry." With that, I stepped out of the limousine.

"Baek Taeyang!"

I completely ignored the sweet-sounding shout.

Now, it's time to cook up something for Kim Minsoo. I'll give him a taste of a simulated relationship.

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