“What makes you believe that with such certainty? How can you know if my drinking capacity would only be equivalent to one glass of beer in that era?”
Leaning my forehead against Kamian’s shoulder, I laughed as I let my body shake.
“Hehehe…One glass? My dear, did you say one glass?”
Raising my head, I playfully pressed the back of his head, affectionately stroking it. Adorable. So adorable. Kamian grimaced, moving his head away from my touch.
“How much more do I have to drink to satisfy you?”
I inquired with a tone of boredom tinged with annoyance. Deliberately, I emitted a thoughtful “Hm…” sound, mulling it over.
“Certainly, consuming four glasses of beer is identical to consuming water. It’s probably simpler to comprehend that my liver has become so acquainted with alcohol that it no longer recognizes that it exists.”
As I spoke, a mischievous laughter escaped me. Back in my university days, whenever the senior male students boasted about their nonexistent drinking prowess, I couldn’t help but wonder why they behaved that way. Now, only now, do I somewhat understand their mindset.
Without even looking at Kamian’s face, I could already envision the extent of his surprise. According to Kamian’s standards, consuming four glasses of beer was an astonishingly enormous number, surpassing his maximum capacity by fourfold. So, when I casually mentioned that it barely affected my liver, he must have been quite shocked.
Look at him. He abruptly stopped in his tracks, forgetting even to continue walking. I had made a fuss over something trivial. As I attempted to scrutinize his face, the level of my gaze suddenly lowered. It felt as if my body was sinking, but my feet safely planted themselves on the ground. Naturally, I descended from his body and stood firmly on the earth.
Kamian turned his body to face me.
“Shall I walk?”
Looking up at him, I asked with a playful tone.
Beneath his calm, jet-black hair, serious eyes stared right through me.
“How far, then?”
Was it necessary to discuss drinking capacity this seriously? His unusual fixation on alcohol consumption seemed odd, yet his face appeared resolute, as if facing a difficult task. I obediently responded to his question, almost as if he were a person burdened with a challenging assignment.
“About ten times?”
I spread my palms wide open. One of Kamian’s cheeks twitched slightly. Then, each of his long, elegant fingers, including the visible skeletal structure, slowly sank into the gaps between my own fingers. Kamian clasped his hands together, bowing his head deeply. Afterwards, a sigh, laden with a sense of suffering, escaped him.
Our intertwined hands were large and warm. Kamian’s warmth made the nape of my neck tingle. I wanted to brush it off right away, but with both hands being held captive, only my restless toes wiggled.
“It would be difficult to drink with you even if we were born in another era.”
I couldn’t help but smile at Kamian’s melancholic murmur.
This conversation had started as a jest, so why did it suddenly turn so serious? It was all due to such a trivial reason. Are demon tribes inherently this pure? It seemed amusing to see them feeling so burdened by events that hadn’t even occurred in the distant future yet.
That large build was adorable. Even his hands, twice the size of my own, seemed pure. There’s not even a shadow of a doubt. If our ancestors were here, they would undoubtedly slap me hard on the back of my head, forcing me to snap out of it and face reality. Unfortunately, it was clear that our ancestors, in their altered forms, couldn’t find me. That upwardly curved tail of his remained stubbornly intact, a clear indication.
“Kamian, drinking always leads to excess.”
I uttered soothing words with such eloquence. I recalled a time when I had heard about the distress and agony of repeatedly being told to drink for someone who neither enjoyed nor drank alcohol well. It was akin to becoming Jang Hee-bin, forced to take medicine. I vividly remember someone saying that as soon as I lifted the glass, the OST of “Queen of Housewives” began playing in my mind.
Kamian’s expression mirrored exactly that. With a face that expressed utter disgust and a desire to perish, she stared at me in silence. Suppressing my laughter, I clenched my lower lip tightly with my teeth before speaking.
“If you don’t like it, you don’t have to drink. No one is forcing you.”
“You can’t drink in peace.”
“Pardon?”
“If I were stronger than you when it came to alcohol, then even if you got comfortably drunk and behaved outrageously, collapsed on the roadside, I would be able to take care of it.”
“….”
…That rascal.
It was evident that Kamian’s world revolved around me. By now, I was curious about what went on inside Kamian’s mind. I wondered what kind of thoughts he has that led to every situation culminating in my convenience and safety.
“Furthermore, if you pull off any more absurd stunts, I might just have a field day making fun of you for a long time.”
“Is that so?”
Kamian tightened her grip on my hand and smiled lightly. However, a trace of regret lingered stubbornly on his face, reluctant to fade away easily.
“What makes you believe that with such certainty? How can you know if my drinking capacity would only be equivalent to one glass of beer in that era?”
Leaning my forehead against Kamian’s shoulder, I laughed as I let my body shake.
“Hehehe…One glass? My dear, did you say one glass?”
Raising my head, I playfully pressed the back of his head, affectionately stroking it. Adorable. So adorable. Kamian grimaced, moving his head away from my touch.
“How much more do I have to drink to satisfy you?”
I inquired with a tone of boredom tinged with annoyance. Deliberately, I emitted a thoughtful “Hm…” sound, mulling it over.
“Certainly, consuming four glasses of beer is identical to consuming water. It’s probably simpler to comprehend that my liver has become so acquainted with alcohol that it no longer recognizes that it exists.”
As I spoke, a mischievous laughter escaped me. Back in my university days, whenever the senior male students boasted about their nonexistent drinking prowess, I couldn’t help but wonder why they behaved that way. Now, only now, do I somewhat understand their mindset.
Without even looking at Kamian’s face, I could already envision the extent of his surprise. According to Kamian’s standards, consuming four glasses of beer was an astonishingly enormous number, surpassing his maximum capacity by fourfold. So, when I casually mentioned that it barely affected my liver, he must have been quite shocked.
Look at him. He abruptly stopped in his tracks, forgetting even to continue walking. I had made a fuss over something trivial. As I attempted to scrutinize his face, the level of my gaze suddenly lowered. It felt as if my body was sinking, but my feet safely planted themselves on the ground. Naturally, I descended from his body and stood firmly on the earth.
Kamian turned his body to face me.
“Shall I walk?”
Looking up at him, I asked with a playful tone.
Beneath his calm, jet-black hair, serious eyes stared right through me.
“How far, then?”
Was it necessary to discuss drinking capacity this seriously? His unusual fixation on alcohol consumption seemed odd, yet his face appeared resolute, as if facing a difficult task. I obediently responded to his question, almost as if he were a person burdened with a challenging assignment.
“About ten times?”
I spread my palms wide open. One of Kamian’s cheeks twitched slightly. Then, each of his long, elegant fingers, including the visible skeletal structure, slowly sank into the gaps between my own fingers. Kamian clasped his hands together, bowing his head deeply. Afterwards, a sigh, laden with a sense of suffering, escaped him.
Our intertwined hands were large and warm. Kamian’s warmth made the nape of my neck tingle. I wanted to brush it off right away, but with both hands being held captive, only my restless toes wiggled.
“It would be difficult to drink with you even if we were born in another era.”
I couldn’t help but smile at Kamian’s melancholic murmur.
This conversation had started as a jest, so why did it suddenly turn so serious? It was all due to such a trivial reason. Are demon tribes inherently this pure? It seemed amusing to see them feeling so burdened by events that hadn’t even occurred in the distant future yet.
That large build was adorable. Even his hands, twice the size of my own, seemed pure. There’s not even a shadow of a doubt. If our ancestors were here, they would undoubtedly slap me hard on the back of my head, forcing me to snap out of it and face reality. Unfortunately, it was clear that our ancestors, in their altered forms, couldn’t find me. That upwardly curved tail of his remained stubbornly intact, a clear indication.
“Kamian, drinking always leads to excess.”
I uttered soothing words with such eloquence. I recalled a time when I had heard about the distress and agony of repeatedly being told to drink for someone who neither enjoyed nor drank alcohol well. It was akin to becoming Jang Hee-bin, forced to take medicine. I vividly remember someone saying that as soon as I lifted the glass, the OST of “Queen of Housewives” began playing in my mind.
Kamian’s expression mirrored exactly that. With a face that expressed utter disgust and a desire to perish, she stared at me in silence. Suppressing my laughter, I clenched my lower lip tightly with my teeth before speaking.
“If you don’t like it, you don’t have to drink. No one is forcing you.”
“You can’t drink in peace.”
“Pardon?”
“If I were stronger than you when it came to alcohol, then even if you got comfortably drunk and behaved outrageously, collapsed on the roadside, I would be able to take care of it.”
“….”
…That rascal.
It was evident that Kamian’s world revolved around me. By now, I was curious about what went on inside Kamian’s mind. I wondered what kind of thoughts he has that led to every situation culminating in my convenience and safety.
“Furthermore, if you pull off any more absurd stunts, I might just have a field day making fun of you for a long time.”
“Is that so?”
Kamian tightened her grip on my hand and smiled lightly. However, a trace of regret lingered stubbornly on his face, reluctant to fade away easily.
