Chapter 7: Gosh! You are so Aggresive!
“Come up to my room—on the bed.”
“…Gasp!”
In that moment, with just one sentence from the ‘Timid Guest,’ asking me to follow her to the bed to help with something,
A piece of life advice I could never forget flashes through my mind.
The advice my friend gave me at a bar, the last conversation we had before I got transmigrated.
Back when I hadn’t yet been forcibly transmigrated into this dating sim game,
As a diligent young man working hard at my social life,
I finally found a ‘work colleague’ I could talk to openly.
I don’t quite remember her name, but she was a female colleague, cute and pretty, with a charming voice, quite popular among the male employees.
She was friendly, quick-witted—unlike me—and had a generally positive reputation at the company.
“Jinwoo, you’ve got to do it like this here. Geez! I’m the only one who bothers to help you when you’re this clumsy, right?”
“Jinwoo, want to head home together today? I’ll teach you how to handle that task you messed up this morning!”
She always stuck by my side like that, looking out for me.
After a few months of growing close like this,
One day, as I was about to head home after work, she grabbed me and said,
“Jinwoo, are you free tonight? Want to come over to my place for dinner? I make a mean ramen…”
Her face was slightly flushed, her eyes hesitant, as if she wanted to say more but held back.
Seeing her like that, I thought to myself,
‘Wow, she must really make amazing ramen.’
How good must it be for her to want to share it with a mere colleague like me?
But, unfortunately, I wasn’t in the mood for ramen that day.
“Sorry, I’m not really craving ramen today. Can we do it another time?”
In the end, I coldly brushed off the hand she bravely extended.
“…Ugh.”
Her face turned as red as a ripe tomato when her offer was rejected.
She glared at me with teary eyes.
“Jinwoo, why are you so clueless?”
“Huh? What do you mean…?”
“Have you never been told you’re clueless?!”
“Uh, well…”
“This is so fcking annoying!!”
In a sharp tone I’d never heard from her before, she yelled that she was annoyed and stormed off.
Later, when I brought up the story during drinks with a friend I hadn’t seen in a while—
“…So, why the hell are you telling me this, you idiot?”
My friend cussed me out right to my face.
“I still don’t get it. Is not wanting ramen really something to get that mad about?”
“Ugh… you hopeless moron…”
Frustrated by my inability to understand her reaction, my friend chugged a glass of cold beer before giving me the advice I could never forget.
“Jinwoo, listen up. When someone cute and pretty asks you to come over for ramen, or to see their cute cat, or to follow them somewhere, there are only two things they could want from you.”
“What’s that?”
“Either your fresh, healthy adult male organs, or pure, passionate sx.”
“…??”
“And you know how to tell which one they want?”
“How?”
“Look here. The clear answer to that question is right here.”
For some reason, my friend, who’d been spouting nonsense, showed me his phone screen, which had the selfie camera on.
“…What’s this?”
“What do you see on this screen, you clueless idiot?”
“My face and your face.”
“Exactly. Faces. You can judge everything by the face.”
“…??”
“If they look like you, they want pure, passionate sx. If they look like me, they want your organs, you fcking moron.”
“Wait, seriously??”
“Yeah, you idiot.”
Even as he spoke, my friend kept chugging beer, clearly pissed off.
But even then, I couldn’t easily believe what he was saying.
“So… you’re saying they didn’t ask me over because they make better ramen than me??”
“Of course not.”
“Even that girl from our high school reunion?”
“Yup.”
“And my senior from college?”
“…Yup.”
“Wait, so even the juniors from my club actually wanted…??”
“Shut up, you idiot.”
Anyway, after my friend’s long-winded explanation,
He looked at me, reacting as if I’d taken a red pill, and gave me one more piece of advice.
“Look, I can tell just by looking at you—you’re the type who’d never get any even with a free pass.”
“Come on, I’m not that bad…”
“Shut up and listen.”
“Yessir.”
“If someone pretty and cute asks you to follow them, just keep your mouth shut, buy condoms at a convenience store, and go. If you pull that ‘I don’t like ramen’ crap again, you’ll stay a virgin forever. Got it?”
“Yessir.”
“And don’t try to take the lead when you get there. Don’t try to set some romantic mood just because I told you this. Just take whatever they give you and enjoy it. Got it?”
“Yessir.”
“Good. Do better.”
I want to take this moment to thank my friend.
If I hadn’t heard that advice back then, I’d probably have repeated the same mistake I made with that colleague.
…Though one thing feels a bit strange—things seem to be moving way too fast.
‘Just keep your mouth shut, buy condoms, and follow.’
Alright, I’ll follow the advice, keep my mouth shut, and grab some condoms.
‘Don’t doubt it. This is an opportunity. Maybe not pure, passionate sx, but definitely a chance to boost favorability.’
And when I think about it, the main genre of this world is a ‘dating sim.’
This isn’t a horror game, so surely the heroine doesn’t want my organs, right?
Everything about this situation screams that a real ‘dating sim moment’ has finally come for me.
“Are you coming or not—?”
“Oh, yes! Of course!! Just give me a second!”
I hurriedly respond to the Timid Guest’s question and start rummaging through the counter drawer.
When I first arrived here, I’m sure I saw condoms somewhere.
‘Where are they? Oh, found them!!’
Digging through the messy drawer, I find a box of condoms.
‘How many should I take? Would taking too many be a bad idea?’
As a virgin who’s never done this before, I have no clue how many condoms are standard for a first time.
‘Let’s just take one. It might not even be about pure, passionate sx…!!’
I grab one condom from the box, shove it into my pocket, and step out from behind the counter with a casual expression.
“Shall we go up?”
“Y-Yes. Let’s go. Hurry and help me—”
Third floor of the motel.
In front of Room 305.
‘Hoo… I’m so nervous…’
A tension I didn’t feel when I came up to clean earlier now engulfs my entire body.
But don’t worry.
With my mental simulations and my friend’s advice, I can surely navigate this challenge.
“Come in—?”
“Of course, excuse me for a moment.”
“Y-Yes—”
Holding my trembling nerves together, I slowly step into Room 305, the Timid Guest’s room.
Clunk—
As I enter, the sound of the door locking behind me echoes loudly.
“Haha, y-yeah, I’m here. So, what do you need help with…?”
I give an awkward laugh, about to ask her what she needs, when—
‘…What’s that?’
My eyes catch sight of the reddish-brown ropes still tied to the bed frame’s posts, the ones I’d torn off thinking they were trash while cleaning.
‘Wait… Were those ropes actually tied up by the guest on purpose…?!’
Realizing I might have lowered her favorability again in an unexpected way, my vision wavers.
What kind of guy am I?
How much favorability have I ruined with just one cleaning session…?
‘I’m not human…’
As I wallow in regret over the mistakes I made with my first heroine,
“What are you doing there—? Come here—”
The Timid Guest, now standing by the bed, gestures for me to come closer.
“Oh, sorry about that.”
Right, I can’t undo past mistakes no matter how much I regret them.
What matters is how I handle this ‘dating sim moment’ right now.
“So, miss, what do you need help with?!”
“Y-Yes—Lie down here—”
“…Alright!”
I’d expected it, prepared for it even,
But her straightforward and aggressive approach makes me feel undeniably shy.
“Like this?”
“Y-Yes—Stay like that—”
Following the Timid Guest’s request, I lie down on the hard bed frame.
She approaches me, and—
Swish.
Thud!!*
She starts tightly tying my arms and legs with the reddish-brown ropes attached to the bed.
‘Is… is this right?’
As the ropes bind my wrists and ankles, all sorts of thoughts race through my mind.
Is it okay to dive into such intense play from the start? Should I just stay tied up like this?
Maybe I should moan or something to match the mood?
As I wrestle with these thoughts, my confused mind recalls—
‘Don’t try to do anything. You’re clueless, so just take what they give you and enjoy it.’
My friend’s advice from that day rings in my head like the voice of a god.
Right, a virgin like me couldn’t possibly read the mood.
I just need to follow the lead of someone experienced and enjoy the moment.
“Close your eyes—”
“Yessir.”
I obey her final order to close my eyes without a shred of doubt.
As all preparations for the play she wants are complete,
Something cold, soft, yet intensely stimulating brushes against my waist.
“This time, it won’t hurt—”
‘I’m ready!!’
Bracing myself for the ultimate ‘dating sim moment,’ I steel my resolve.
As the Timid Guest climbs onto my waist, looking down at my defenseless, tied-up form,
“You said I was pretty, right—? Stay with me forever—”
She slowly pulls a sharp awl from her pocket.