My Platinum-Blond Childhood Friend Is So Pretty - Chapter 101



101 – 37. The Platinum Girlfriend Who Loves to Drink -2

“Date…? Okay… Hiccup…”

At the mention of a date, a smile spread across Ellie’s face, and she gave me a peck. With the alcohol, Ellie became a bit more honest than usual.

She wasn’t completely drunk yet, but to me, it didn’t seem much different.

In fact, the stubborn part of her that came out when she was drunk was slightly controlled, making her even cuter.

I received Ellie’s cute gestures, leaving a trail of saliva on my face, and caressed her body with my hand.

No matter where I touched, her soft, baby-like skin tempted me again and again.

As I savored it, I told Ellie, “There’s a bar that my senior recommended, saying they have a lot of cocktail varieties and aren’t too expensive. I think you’ll like it.”

“Okay… Let’s go… Hiccup… But you have to come too… Definitely…”

“Of course, we’re going on a date. But you got drunk really fast today?”

“Not yet…”

“Really? Ellie, ah–stick out your tongue.”

“Ah– Be…”

“Cute, your mouth and tongue are really adorable.”

“Ew… Not cute… Don’t do it… I won’t do it anymore.”

“Aww, I wanted to kiss you… Can’t you just do it once more? I want to kiss you.”

“…… Be…”

I kept talking, trying to make her laugh, but Ellie got angry with her tongue sticking out.

Her face, red from the alcohol, with her eyebrows furrowed, was a treasure that I didn’t want to show to anyone else.

Ellie was more comfortable drinking with me alone than with others, and thanks to that, she was showing me this adorable side.

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It wasn’t like this until last time, but today it happened pretty quickly.

Maybe it’s because we’ve gotten too used to being alone together.

“……Hmm…!”

“Uh, Eli, I’m sorry…”

“Mm, mm…”

“I said I’m sorry.”

For a moment, I was lost in thought, and Eli expressed her anger by biting my neck.

The softness of her lips on my neck, the warmth of her breath, the moistness of her tongue, and the faint pain.

Her hair and fragrance teased my face and nose.

Eli was angry, but I was even more aroused by her cat-like behavior.

I stroked her long, silver hair and whispered to her.

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“Shall we go in and do it? We can clean up the table tomorrow.”

“Mm, hmm…”

“Do you not want to? Then let’s do it here?”

“Uh-huh…”

“Do you want to do it on top of me like this? Right now?”

“Heh, heh, heh…”

“I think she wants to.”

I deduced what Eli wanted from her reactions.

Although she still had her mouth on my neck, her hand, which was holding onto my shoulder, moved down.

Then, she started taking off my half-pants, which she had slightly undressed earlier, along with my underwear.

I lifted my body to help her undress me, and Eli pulled down her own underwear.

The moment she did, Eli got on top of me…

“Wait, Eli. Do you have a condom in your pocket? Get it out…”

“…Hmm!”

“Aww, this really hurts…”

***

The next day.

I woke up a bit late, but not too late, before lunchtime.

I tried to get up earlier than Eli to do some tidying up, but when I opened my eyes, Eli was already gone.

I got out of bed and walked to the living room, where Eli was drinking morning coffee in front of the neatly cleaned table.

She was wearing an oversized T-shirt that made it hard to tell if she had panties on or not.

I first went to the bathroom to wash my face lightly and came out.

Then, I sat down next to Eli and gave her a morning kiss on the cheek while grumbling.

“Eli, you broke your promise again. We said we’d do the cleanup together.”

Although it’s unavoidable to clean the house on weekdays, we had promised to do the cleanup together after having s*x and playing around.

But Eli never kept that promise, not even on the day we first had s*x, nor today.

It’s strange that even when she gets drunk and has s*x with me until late at night, she always wakes up looking refreshed.

No, she looks more than refreshed, with a glowing complexion. She hums to herself and does the cleanup alone.

Even though she probably didn’t sleep for more than 5 hours, Eli was drinking coffee with a bright face, looking confident.

“Woke up early, what’s the big deal. And just looking at you, I’m getting annoyed, when are you going to get up?”

“You’re being really arrogant. Can’t you just wake me up?”

“I did wake you up, but you didn’t get up.”

“Are you saying you’re going to do it again, give me a peck and then wake me up?”

“That’s right? I tried to wake you up, but you didn’t get up, so it’s your fault, isn’t it?”

“Honestly, how can I get up with that…”

“So you’re saying I’m at fault? Tell me.”

“…….”

As I looked at Eli, who was speaking in a sarcastic tone, I thought to myself.

I guess I need to say something a bit stronger.

Of course, it was nice of Eli to do everything for me, but at the same time, I couldn’t help but feel a bit apologetic.

I wasn’t angry, but I wanted to do something together with him.

“Eli…”

Just as I was about to open my mouth.

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“Yes?”

Eli grabbed my hand.

-Soft…

He placed it on his chest.

“…….”

It was soft. The extreme softness made my fingers sink in.

I couldn’t tell if he was wearing a bra under his T-shirt, but the sensation of his marshmallow-like breasts was vividly felt.

It felt great.

There was no man who wouldn’t feel good touching his girlfriend’s large breasts.

Thanks to that, I lost my words for a moment, focusing on the sensation of my hand.

Eli took the opportunity to tease me.

“Next time, I’ll really wake you up, so touch my breasts.”

“…….”

“What’s wrong? Won’t you touch it?”

“I will.”

-Rub, rub…

This was really unavoidable. Eli’s breasts were national treasures, after all.

Soft and squishy, yet firm in some parts, making my palm tingle…

Even on a somewhat dull morning, touching Eli’s breasts would make me go crazy.

It was too effective, too tempting.

I had fallen for it before, and even though I knew I’d fall for it again, I couldn’t help but give in.

In the end, I resigned myself and touched Eli’s breasts.

And as I looked up at Eli, who was smiling with a “what are you going to do?” expression.

“This is really tempting.”

-Click!

With a hollow laugh, I could smell the faint scent of coffee on my lips, and I couldn’t help but apply morning makeup.

I made a promise to myself to set my alarm and get up early next time.

And…

‘I’ll punish you when you cosplay as a puppy.’

I vowed to take revenge, no matter how small, on that day.

***

Eli, who had poured a generous amount of coffee, was enjoying a leisurely lunch.

After a while, I received a commission for an illustration and spent about three hours drawing.

Around 6 pm…

We ate a simple dinner, just enough to fill our stomachs, and then headed out, hand in hand.

“Is it near your school?”

“It’s two bus stops away from our school. If we take the subway, we can get there in one stop.”

I was talking about the cocktail bar date I had mentioned to Eli yesterday.

Since tomorrow was Thursday, I had classes, but I was basically okay with drinking and didn’t get hungover easily, so I thought it would be fine.

Besides, Eli would be there, so we wouldn’t be drinking for too long anyway.

“I’m a bit curious about cocktails.”

Eli, wearing a beige oversized knit, blue jeans, and a round, couple-matching fashion glasses, had a voice full of expectation.

“You can make simple cocktails at home, so let’s try it and see if you like it, and then we can buy the ingredients next time.”

“It’s okay. What’s the point of drinking so much? It’s a waste of money.”

“That’s why if you like it, then okay. If not, then don’t. But aren’t most cocktails sweet? You might find one that suits your taste.”

“There are many that aren’t sweet, like Jack Coke or Martini, Gin Fizz, and the like.”

“You know a lot? You’ve searched for cocktails online?”

“A bit. And it’s okay even if they only sell sweet types.”

“You don’t like sweet drinks, so I’ll feed them to you with my mouth. It’s okay if they’re served with a straw at the bar, right?”

“Then, won’t you do it? Are you going to die? If you won’t do it, then why bother drinking?”

“I’ll do it if you want me to.”

“I’ll sit in a corner seat, so do it.”

“What if there’s no corner seat?”

“We’ll go to a different bar.”

“Oh, but the seats at the bar the senior showed us were mostly private types. I think it’ll be okay.”

“That’s good. Let’s go see what we can drink…”

Eli, with a big, round fashion glasses, looked adult-like and cute, and was busily searching for cocktails on their phone with their arm around me.

When we arrived at the bar, I silently thanked the senior who had recommended it to me.

Eli’s likes were not only reflected in their voice but also in their bubbly footsteps.

Their appearance made a gentle, fatherly smile appear on my face. I carefully took a step back, enjoying the warmth of the spring day, and walked slowly.

Now, I could naturally ignore the gaze directed at Eli and pass by.

After about 30 minutes on the subway…

We got off at the station and walked for 5 minutes.

We arrived at our destination, the cocktail bar. The dim, underground atmosphere, lit up by spotlights, was lovely.

“Welcome! Please take a seat wherever you like?”

As soon as we stepped inside, we were greeted by the lively bartender’s welcome, and we followed the guide to take a seat, looking around the interior.

Since it was a Wednesday and a large establishment, there were quite a few customers, but we could still find empty seats.

Thanks to the couple-targeting design, each table had a small wall to separate them, making it even more comfortable.

“It’s okay, here.”

“The atmosphere is really good. If it’s delicious, we can come back next time?”

“That’s fine.”

Eli also seemed to like the private seating arrangement, as she smiled faintly.

We explored the bar and headed to the innermost area, eventually settling into a seat where we could sit side by side, facing each other.

Shortly after, the bartender brought over the basic snacks, including pretzels, and a menu, along with a friendly smile and a request for our identification.

“Excuse me… I’ll just check your ID for a moment.”

“Yes, here you go.”

“Thank you! Um… yes, I’ve confirmed. And… uh… would you happen to have a foreign registration card for the person next to you?”

“I have it here.”

“Wow, Korean… Ah, I’m sorry! It’s a resident registration card… Yes, I’ve confirmed. Please press the bell next to you when you’ve decided on your menu!”

The bartender, who had checked Eli’s ID, walked away with a surprised expression.

The ID checks that we occasionally had at social gatherings after turning 20 always made us laugh, especially Eli and me.

I was used to being surprised by Eli’s Korean skills, but the fact that Eli’s ID was a resident registration card, not a foreign registration card, was a fresh and delightful surprise.

As soon as the ID check was over, Eli grasped the menu with a serious face.

“What are you going to drink?”

“Anything? Just order what you want to try. We’ll split it in half anyway.”

“Got it. Then, shall we start with mojito and gin tonic… or maybe gin martini?”

Eli’s eyes sparkled as she began to murmur the drinks she wanted to try.

As I watched Eli, who was wholeheartedly choosing her drinks while snacking on pretzels, I somehow foresaw what would happen a few hours later.

Would I end up taking her home?