Chapter 225: Truth And Dare Part-2
Seo-yeon spoke first.
"Take off your top for the next ten rounds. The one you’re wearing right now. You can keep whatever’s underneath, but the outer layer goes."
Namrata’s mouth opened slightly, then closed. Inside, she felt a sharp sting of betrayal.
She glanced at Rohit — still sitting there in his pants , arms crossed, bare chested, clearly trying not to look like he was watching too closely — then back at Seo-yeon, who showed zero sense of guilt.
A short, almost nervous laugh escaped her, the kind that promised quiet revenge later.
"...Fine."
She reached down, crossed her arms, and pulled the top over her head in one smooth motion. The fabric dragged slowly over her skin before it came free.
Underneath was a simple black bra that was clearly fighting a losing battle. Her full, heavy breasts strained against the cups, the deep cleavage impossible to ignore. Soft flesh pressed tightly together, rising and falling with her slightly quickened breath.
She tossed the top aside and sat back, arms instinctively coming up to cover herself. Her shoulders were a little tighter than before, cheeks faintly flushed. The air in the room suddenly felt warmer.
Rohit looked away for a second, jaw tight, then forced himself to meet her eyes without smiling.
"Your turn to spin."
The bottle went around. It landed on Seo-yeon.
She chose dare without blinking.
Namrata’s voice was lighter now, almost teasing. "Your jeans. Off. And the shorts underneath too, if you’re wearing any. Keep the top on."
Rohit couldn’t help but allow himself to grin like an idiot.
These girls were actually going after each other now, and he was thoroughly enjoying the show. Worst case, he could always wash his hands of it later and claim none of this had been his idea.
Seo-yeon raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue. In fact, this was exactly what she had been waiting for.
Betraying Namrata for revenge had been her plan all along. She wanted payback and had half-expected to be punished like this in return.
Namrata had just handed her the perfect excuse on a silver platter. She might not win in the chest department, but below the waist was her territory — and she intended to make sure Rohit noticed.
She stood up slowly, her movements deliberate. Her fingers went to the button of her jeans, unfastening it with casual ease before she pushed the denim down her slim hips. The fabric slid smoothly over her long, toned legs.
Underneath were thin grey shorts that clung lightly to her figure. Without hesitation, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and slid those down as well, stepping out of both layers cleanly.
The long top she still wore fell only to mid-thigh, just barely covering the dark panties beneath. When she shifted her weight, the hem lifted slightly, revealing a teasing flash of smooth skin and the high cut of her underwear.
From the outside she almost looked the same as before — except now the air in the room had changed
. Everyone knew exactly how little remained under that thin fabric. Her slim waist, the elegant line of her hips, and those long, perfect legs were impossible to ignore.
Seo-yeon sat back down, stretching one leg over the other with deliberate grace. The movement made the top ride up just a little higher.
She stole a glance at his bulge, which had grown much more noticeable, then met Rohit’s eyes for a brief second. Her expression remained calm and unreadable on the surface, but she was clearly aware of the effect she was creating.
"Done."
Rohit’s throat worked once.
He could see the bare length of her pale thighs when she shifted. The knowledge that only a thin layer of cotton separated her from being completely exposed under that top sat heavy in the room.
The bottle went around again.
This time it landed on Rohit.
He hesitated, then thinking it was namrata’s turn he chose, "Dare."
Namrata didn’t hesitate.
She had clearly noticed Rohit stealing a couple of glances earlier, and apparently, it was time for revenge.
"Open your pants for the next five rounds. The only exception is if you aren’t wearing anything underneath."
Seo-yeon immediately gave her a thumbs-up.
"Good job, Unnie. True pant thief."
Namrata frowned, her cheeks turning pink.
"No, I am not."
Rohit said nothing.
Opening his pants was hardly a challenge for him.
He unfastened them, tossed them aside, and remained cross-legged on the bed in nothing but his boxers.
"Happy now?"
There was an unmistakable outline of erection beneath the fabric, but both girls tactfully chose to ignore it.
Seo-yeon made a small sound of approval.
"Good job."
Despite her confident act, she couldn’t completely hide the pink creeping into her ears.
The next few rounds continued in the same vein.
The girls refused to choose dare fearing another garment-related tasks, while Rohit, despite his willingness, mostly received small physical challenges—squats, push-ups, lifting heavy boxes above the wardrobe, and similar tasks.
None of them were particularly difficult, but they did make the outline of his erection increasingly obvious. Both girls took turns watching, trying hard not to blush.
Each time someone tried to refuse or give a weak answer, the others calmly reminded them of the earlier rule: refuse properly, and the loser would have to chug all three beers without fail.
By the time the bottle landed on Rohit for the fourth time, the atmosphere had shifted.
Rohit was down to his boxers and trying hard not to get caught sneaking glances at the girls.
Neither of them was in a much better position.
Namrata had lost her top and now looked deeply embarrassed and regretful, constantly trying to keep herself covered and avoid Rohit’s gaze.
Seo-yeon, on the other hand, was in a much safer position. Experience seemed to help — she had only kicked off her lower garments and now sat comfortably with her bare legs stretched out, still covered by the long t-shirt.
Since then, she had decided to stick strictly to truth no matter how embarrassing the question. A tactful genius.
She spun the bottle slowly between her fingers before letting it go. It stopped on Namrata.
"Truth or dare, Unnie?" Seo-yeon chimed.
"Truth," Namrata answered, already bracing herself.
"My turn," Rohit cut in before Seo-yeon could seize the opportunity.
He decided to ask something relatively harmless, but embarrassing enough that everyone could enjoy it.
"You told us about your past date, but what about now? Are you seeing someone, or is there someone you’re interested in?"
Namrata’s face went pale before turning tomato-red. "So many questions... Please ask only one."
Seo-yeon immediately backed him up. "Just tell us if there’s anyone you like right now."
Namrata looked between them.
Seo-yeon’s expression held calm, almost clinical curiosity.
Rohit, meanwhile, was clearly enjoying himself now.
Namrata exhaled.
"I lose."
She reached for the beer cans, opened one, and gulped it down with the expression of someone forced to swallow bitter medicine.
Then she finished the other two as well.
Both Rohit and Seo-yeon stared.
They had been almost certain, either one of them, would eventually have to drink, but Namrata hardly seemed like the type to willingly down three cans over such a simple question.
It would have made more sense when they had dared her to remove her top.
So why this?
Then came the aftermath.
Namrata pressed a hand to her forehead and frowned.
"My head is throbbing..."
Before either of them could react, her balance suddenly gave way. She slumped sideways and collapsed onto Rohit’s lap.
"Unnie!" Seo-yeon gasped, immediately nudging her shoulder. "What the hell? Is she okay?"
She stared at Namrata in disbelief. In all her life, she had never seen anyone get this badly affected after only a few cans of beer.
Rohit’s amusement vanished instantly.
"Move."
He steadied Namrata and checked her pulse before lifting her eyelids and examining her reaction.
Seo-yeon watched him anxiously.
"What are you doing?"
"Checking whether she’s actually passed out or just heavily intoxicated."
His fingers remained against Namrata’s wrist for another few seconds. Her breathing was steady, and her pulse felt regular.
Seo-yeon blinked.
"Wait... you actually know this stuff?"
Rohit gave her a brief look.
"Basic first aid. Nothing fancy."
He checked Namrata again before finally letting out a quiet breath.
"She seems stable. Probably just has almost no tolerance. If this is really her first time drinking, three cans may have hit her harder than expected."
To say that fate held a deliberate grudge against Rohit would have been an understatement. Just when everything seemed under control, a knock came at the door.
"Namrata, you there?"
Both of them panicked.
Seo-yeon asked, "What now? Who could that be?"
Rohit didn’t hesitate. He immediately pulled on his T-shirt. "No time. Put your clothes on, or they’re going to think we’re into something very inappropriate."
That was enough to snap Seo-yeon into action. She skipped her shorts and hurriedly pulled her pants back on but it was too late.
The door opened.
A neighbor girl of the same age, holding a tiffin, slowly pushed the door open and froze.
What she saw made her stop dead in her tracks.
Namrata was sprawled across a guy’s lap wearing only her bra.
The guy was sitting there in his boxers, halfway through pulling on his T-shirt.
The other girl, was still fumbling with her jeans, her underwear briefly visible above the waistband.
The neighbor stared.
Rohit stared back.
Nobody moved.
Rohit finally raised one hand, with reassuring voice.
"It’s not what it looks like."
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The next Chapter is a merge of two, so the coins might be little expensive. While writing, I lost track of the word count and forgot to split it before publishing. Please bear with me just this once.
I personally recommend not missing that Chapter.