Chapter 67 : I will never drink alcohol again.

Tssk.

The sound of a can opening struck both their ears.

Yena set up the beer, while Hayul prepared the chicken for eating.

Their glasses filled to the brim with the golden liquid.

‘The smell of alcohol…’

Some people in the world got drunk just from the scent of liquor.

Hayul, feeling her mood lift slightly, pulled her glass closer.

…Wait, didn’t she say no earlier?

What’s with her pouring drinks first now?

“Where’d that person from earlier go? Said she’d never drink, heh.”

“…Some days, you just wanna drink.”

Yena dodged the question with a vague mumble.

Hearing that, Hayul flashed a triumphant smile.

‘Heheh.’

Yena half-ignored her and flipped through TV channels with the remote.

After landing on a movie channel, she picked up her glass and nudged Hayul with her chin.

Hayul fumbled, grabbing her own glass and stretching it out.

“Cheers!”

“Cheers.”

Sitting side by side on the couch, they both raised their glasses at the same time.

‘Ugh, gross…’

The highball she drank last time was better.

She kept her expression neutral, grumbling only in her mind.

After a few gulps, her head already felt dizzy.

Thud. She set the glass down.

Her face was already tinged pink.

“Huh…?”

Meanwhile, Yena tilted her glass toward the ceiling and poured the alcohol down her throat.

There were two main reasons:

First, she thought drinking might calm her down.

Second, to provoke Hayul.

Her throat moved relentlessly.

In the end, she downed the entire glass in one shot.

“Kgh…”

She cracked open another can and refilled her glass.

The beer glass filled to the top again.

Watching this, Hayul’s fingertips trembled slightly.

“…You okay?”

“Of course. Pfft. What… you’re putting it down after just that?”

Yena taunted her with exaggerated flair, trying to get her to drink more.

Hayul waffled, weighing Yena’s provocation against the beer’s awful taste.

“Hah, no way. Watch.”

“Wow. Impressive.”

Her hesitation didn’t last.

Like Yena, she tipped her glass upward.

‘Eugh… It’s so bad…!’

All she tasted was bitterness.

She couldn’t understand why anyone would drink this.

By the halfway point, she felt a slight burn in her throat.

But she held her breath and forced it all down.

Clunk.

The glass hit the table, and Hayul’s head wobbled.

“See… Huh?! Ugh… What’s the big deal…?”

“Right. You’re really good at this.”

Yena gave hollow praise.

Hearing that, Hayul broke into a giggly smile.

Within seconds, her face turned bright red.

It wasn’t just from holding her breath.

The alcohol crept in, softly wrapping around her mind.

“Want another?”

“Ugh… Nooo, it’s gross… Tastes like pee…”

“…Have you ever drank pee?”

“Nooo! It’s just a saying, dummy…”

Her reactions were far more honest now.

Yena got up and grabbed a palm-sized can from the fridge.

“Hic…”

In Hayul’s vision, Yena split into two.

Sometimes even three.

When Yena returned, she had no choice but to sigh.

“…You’re already this drunk?”

“Whaaat… I’m nooot…”

She’d brought a highball can because Hayul hated the beer.

But Hayul was wasted beyond belief.

‘She’s way more of a lightweight than I thought.’

Her plan had backfired.

Quietly, she hid the can behind her back.

Originally, she’d planned to make her drink two.

“Ooooh! That’s the stuff! Lemon!”

But Hayul spotted it immediately.

No use hiding it when they were sitting together.

Hayul stretched her arm out and snatched the can.

With a blissful smile, she cracked it open.

“Fine… Drink if you want.”

“Hehe…”

She stabbed a piece of boneless chicken with a fork, ate it, and immediately chugged the can.

‘Now this is it…’

A crisp, sweet pleasure coated her tongue.

The fizz bursting down her throat rattled her brain.

Yena just watched her, grinning like an idiot.

‘I should take her to a cocktail bar sometime…’

She felt a little guilty feeding her cheap drinks.

With her low tolerance, a cocktail bar would be a better investment.

This confirmed it:

Hayul’s drunken habit was seducing people.

Well, more like rubbing herself all over them.

‘Same difference.’

Hayul tugged at her T-shirt collar, blinking rapidly to focus—pointlessly, of course.

“You love me? Huh? Huh?”

“…Haaah.”

Hayul rubbed her thighs against Yena’s lap.

Yena felt a sadistic urge rising.

Just in case, she kicked the table away with her foot.

The table slid smoothly across the polished floor.

After pushing it far enough, she gripped Hayul’s ass tightly.

“Kyahahk…! A-Answer me…!”

“I love you… So much I wanna pin you down right now.”

“Wha… What…?”

Naturally meeting her gaze, Yena slipped Hayul’s phone out of her hand.

Hayul didn’t notice a thing—just kept weakly pounding Yena’s shoulders.

“P-Pervert…! Pervert, pervert!”

Come to think of it…

Hayul had been getting sloppier lately.

To put it bluntly, this girl had been in nothing but her panties this whole time.

‘What am I supposed to do with you like this?’

At least plant a suggestion before releasing the hypnosis.

How could she just end it without even putting pants on?

Even if it had been real hypnosis, Yena would’ve broken it instantly. She was almost certain of that.

“Hyahhh… It hurts, ah…!”

She squeezed Hayul’s ass even harder with one hand.

Back then, Hayul used to lay down safeguards every time she released hypnosis.

Now, she didn’t even bother with proper post-hypnotic suggestions.

Tossing the phone onto the couch, Yena wrapped both arms around Hayul’s waist.

Hayul squirmed and clung even tighter.

The alcohol had made her far more aggressive.

‘This is nice too…’

It was a different kind of pleasure compared to her usual resistance.

They should drink together more often.

Lost in thought, Yena suddenly stood up from the couch.

“Eek…! Hihii…!”

Flustered, Hayul wrapped her arms tightly around Yena’s neck.

Her ample chest pressed firmly against Yena’s throat.

“Mmm, you like this? You really like it that much…?”

Noticing Yena’s breathing grow rough, Hayul rubbed herself even harder against her.

“All you ever think about is sex, huh…? Heeek…!”

Yena lightly bit the soft flesh above her chest.

Hayul’s waist trembled in her arms.

Thanks to Yena’s thorough training, she could now feel pleasure from even this.

‘Hah… I should just lay her on the floor and—’

Of course, she only thought it.

Doing it on the floor would hurt her.

And she probably wouldn’t be able to hold back.

The bedroom door was already open.

She carried Hayul through and slowly lowered her onto the bed.

The moment her back touched the sheets, Hayul wrapped her legs around Yena’s waist.

“Heheh, heeek… Smooch…“

Hayul welcomed Yena eagerly, as if she’d been waiting.

A familiar ceiling.

The first thing she felt upon waking was overwhelming pain.

It felt like someone had branded her lower back with fire.

“Urghk…!”

What the—? She couldn’t move.

There was zero strength left in her waist.

Yena was asleep beside her, breathing softly.

Fumbling around while lying down, she noticed something strange.

Her arms were covered in bruises, like she’d been beaten.

Blinking away her bleary vision, she raised an arm.

‘What the hell…?’

Teeth marks covered every inch.

Or, in other words, hickeys.

Red dots dotted both arms haphazardly.

Her trembling hands pulled the blanket aside.

Below was even worse.

Red handprints on her chest.

Hickeys on her stomach and thighs.

Her entire body was littered with someone’s marks.

She remembered a woman from a gangbang video she’d seen once.

But this was too extreme for just one person.

“Mmm…”

Yena stirred at her movement.

Fragmented memories pieced themselves together, growing clearer.

‘Ahhk… No more biting…’

‘How much longer… Ngh…’

‘Yena, I’m getting close… Ugh, yes, right there…!’

From her arms to her stomach, then her thighs—

She remembered Yena biting and marking every part of her.

‘I-I’m gonna…! Hahk…!’

‘Again…? Heeek, no, it feels too good…’

Yena, relentless even after multiple orgasms, pushing her further.

‘Let me do it, hehe…’

‘Sluurp, lick. Feels good? Hee, schlurp.’

‘Kyahaht…! W-Wait a sec…!’

She even remembered Yena volunteering to “return the favor” out of guilt.

Then, later, being pinned down again by the now-feral Yena.

‘Nyeheh… Mistreeess…’

‘Kyah! Feels good, so good, ah…!’

‘I’m gonna…! Hahk, haah…!’

In the end, she’d even agreed to master-slave play at Yena’s request…

‘Just kill me already.’

She wanted to escape this place immediately.

The her in those memories had gladly accepted every demand.

Literally acting like a complete “slave.”

No matter how drunk she was, how could she—

“Ugh…”

Just then, Yena’s restless shifting stopped.

She decided to pretend to sleep.

Eyes half-lidded, she turned her head away naturally.

On the floor lay their discarded clothes—hers and Yena’s.

“Hahp.”

“…Hurk?!”

Teeth grazed her ear.

Not as hard as during sex, but playful.

Almost simultaneously, a wet tongue traced the curve of her ear.

Goosebumps erupted from the point of contact.

A shiver ran down her neck to her shoulders.

Her body trembled uncontrollably.

She clenched her teeth the moment she noticed.

But there was no taking back the moan that escaped.

“Quit pretending and wake up.”

“…”

“Hmm… Should we go again like this?”

“Aah, heek… No more…”

As Yena’s hand slid downward, she had no choice but to surrender.

‘I’m never drinking again, I swear…’

If she ever drank again, she’d be worse than a dog. Literally.