The Aggro Master
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Even when I urged her, Seola whipped her gaze away and fidgeted.
Wait, is she embarrassed because she shot it on her own phone?
After fiddling with her bag strap for a while, she finally let out a short sigh. “Haa… Just watch it first.” Then she turned the phone screen toward me.
The footage started with a fierce kiss under red mood lighting and continued straight into the raw, unfiltered scenes of Seola yanking down my sweatpants and sucking hard on my raging erection with wet, rhythmic chu, chu sounds.
But that was it.
Right as the real deepthroat was about to begin, the screen cut abruptly and the video ended.
I tapped the screen, trying to swipe to the next part. “Huh? What the hell, that’s all?”
Seola nodded silently.
“Ah…!”
Come to think of it, the first paizuri video had been short too.
“Is it because it’s on a phone?”
“Yeah. Long videos on phones either cut off midway or the device overheats and stops recording. I’ll send this to you right now, then delete it from my phone immediately.”
With decisive movements, Seola transferred the file, then ruthlessly purged it from her gallery and trash bin with permanent deletion.
“Uh, yeah. Hmm…”
Haa, that’s a shame. Last night was seriously incredible.
The fact that the full sticky night hadn’t been saved left me smacking my lips with regret.
Before I knew it, my eyes slid down to Seola’s chest.
Now that I think about it, it’s been a while since I got to enjoy paizuri with those.
Staring at the heavy, prominent volume straining against her tight top, blood surged straight to my groin. The creeping urge to do it again slowly rose.
Thump!
“Kuhuk—!”
Seola’s fist suddenly drove straight into my solar plexus.
As I clutched my chest, gasping for air and glaring at her resentfully, she narrowed her eyes.
“…You were just thinking something extremely perverted, weren’t you.”
“I wasn’t! I swear I wasn’t, cough!”
While rubbing my aching chest and protesting my innocence, a thought suddenly hit me and I cleared my throat.
“Hmm. Hey, once that settlement money comes in, let’s not waste it on random stuff. We should buy a camera first.”
“…A camera?”
“Yeah. Phones clearly have their limits. The quality, the length—proper equipment is definitely necessary if we want to film for real.”
Seola pouted for a second, then answered indifferently.
“Whatever. Do what you want. It’s not like you blow money on stupid things.”
“Uh… No, you worked hard for it too…”
“I said do whatever you want. I don’t know the first thing about equipment anyway.”
Since she drew such a firm line, I simply agreed. Then the biggest question that had been looping in my head since this morning finally surfaced.
“…Okay, got it. But there’s something I’m genuinely curious about. Yesterday, those cow ti—”
Before I could finish, Seola’s face flushed crimson and she let out a scream loud enough to shake the tiny private room.
And at that exact moment—
Slide.
The curtain at the entrance parted slightly as a part-timer wearing an apron poked her head in with an icy stare.
“Excuse me, customers. We can hear everything out here, you know? There are other people present, so please keep your voices down.”
After delivering the cold warning, the curtain closed again. Only a suffocating silence remained inside the room.
“……”
“……”
Seola’s face was red all the way to her neck. She bit her lip hard and shot me a murderous glare.
Then she angrily snatched her bag, stormed out of the private room without looking back.
Left sitting there alone, I awkwardly scratched the back of my head.
But I was seriously just asking out of pure curiosity…
Chasing after her now would obviously end with me getting my back beaten on the street. Besides, there was an awkward gap of time until the next schedule.
In the end, I flopped down on the soft mat and pulled out my smartphone.
I do need to buy a camera, but what should I even get?
As a college student who knew absolutely nothing about equipment, I opened a convenient anonymous community app.
I poked around the camera gallery and video equipment gallery, but everything was incomprehensible alien speak about sensor sizes, aperture values, and other nonsense.
Damn, this is complicated. Why the hell do you need cinematic lenses just to film porn?
After tearing at my hair for a while, I decided on the fastest and most reliable method.
Aggro. Specifically, the kind that provokes the combat instincts of community users.
I tapped the create post button and, without hesitation, typed in a shocking title.
I posted it without bothering to check the replies. I trusted the firepower of Korean netizens.
“It’s better to just throw it out there and walk away.”
I set an alarm so I wouldn’t be late for the next lecture, placed the warm phone on my stomach, and closed my eyes.
In the cozy darkness typical of manga cafés, I quickly fell into a deep sleep.
Whirr—!
After a sweet nap, I somehow endured the remaining afternoon classes and rushed straight here. Right now I was in the middle of my part-time shift at the Korean BBQ restaurant.
Today of all days, a mountain-climbing group had shown up with a huge crowd of kids in tow. The restaurant was so packed there was barely room to stand.
“Hey, Manager Kim! Come on, let’s have a drink! Cheers—!!”
“To our health—!!”
“Kyaaa! Catch me if you can~!!”
The greasy smell of meat, the adults’ shouting, and the shrieks of children running wild across the floor all blended together until my ears felt numb.
Huff, huff… Why are there so many people today?!
With no time to even wipe the sweat from my forehead, I changed grill plates, hauled boxes of alcohol, and sprinted around the restaurant like a madman.
Crash!
“Waaaaah—!!”
The sound of a plate shattering and a child crying erupted from one table. I reflexively dove over and cleaned up the mess.
“No, it’s fine! Ah, yes, yes… Customer, please calm down first. And, uh, please don’t swear…”
The unreasonable demands from the difficult customers never ended. At a corner table, a middle-aged man openly pulled out a cigarette.
“Sir! Indoor smoking is strictly prohibited! You need to put that out!”
“Ugh, damn it… I got it, kid! Why are you yelling so much?!”
A wet hand towel flew through the air, smacked my shoulder, and fell to the floor.
“Ack! Why did you throw that?!”
There was no time to argue. Call bells rang from every direction while the owner’s shouts exploded.
I endured for several hours until my soul felt completely wrung out.
The heavily drunk mountain-climbing group finally staggered toward the register.
One of the middle-aged men called me over and, with the expression of someone bestowing great generosity upon the world, stuffed a crumpled something into my pocket.
“Hey, young man! You worked hard. This is a tip, a tip! Hehehe!”
“Ah… Thank you.”
The unexpected windfall eased my fatigue for a moment as I pulled the “gift” out of my pocket.
But the texture I felt between my fingers was far too limp and cold to be paper money.
“…?”
What unfolded in my palm wasn’t a ten-thousand-won bill. It was a single leaf of lettuce, damp with moisture, the leftover wrapper from eating ssam.
“Sir… This isn’t money, it’s lettuce…”
The man had already vanished after casually saying “Keep up the good work!”
“……”
I stared at the lettuce in despair before tossing it straight into the trash can.
My entire body reeked of meat and alcohol. My legs trembled as if they no longer belonged to me.
“Thank you… for your hard work…”
Finally, it was time to clock out.
I bid the owner farewell in a voice that had shrunk to a whisper, then staggered out of the restaurant like a zombie.
The night air was cold, but my insides still burned with frustration and exhaustion.
Vrrr—
Just then, a short vibration came from my pocket. I lifted my heavy arm, took out my phone, and saw a brief message from Seola.
I turned my heavy steps toward the convenience store where she worked.
Ever since the incident with that drunk returning student sunbae, whenever our part-time shifts ended around the same time, one of us would naturally go pick the other up. It had become our own unspoken routine.
When I arrived in front of the convenience store and waited a moment, the bell chimed and Seola emerged, having taken off her vest and changed into casual clothes.
“Hey.”
“Oh, you came?”
Even though she looked exhausted from the tough shift, she smiled faintly when she saw me. We naturally fell into step and began walking down the familiar alley lit by sparse streetlights.
“Haaaa—”
“Huu…”
I stretched both arms wide, cracking my stiff spine, while Seola let out a long sigh to shake off her fatigue.
The cold night air seemed to cool the day’s exhaustion at least a little.
As we walked down the alley, without any signal, we both opened our mouths at the exact same time.
“Good work today too~”
“Good work today too~”
The familiar phrase we sang to comfort each other. When our eyes met, we burst into laughter, bumped shoulders like comrades strengthening their bond, and headed back to the studio apartment.
“Zzz… zzz…”
After a quick shower with warm water, I came out to find Seola already washed up and fast asleep, completely occupying my bed.
Maybe because of the exhausting part-time job, her sleeping face looked completely defenseless.
…Why does she keep sleeping in this narrow bed of mine instead of using her own room lately?
The single bed was already tiny; with two people in it there was almost no room to move. Yet at some point she had started crawling into my blanket like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Listening to her soft breathing, I carefully squeezed in beside her.
“Oh, right. That post from earlier.”
Unable to sleep, I tossed and turned until I remembered the aggro post I had thrown up at the manga café. I turned on my phone.
The moment I opened the community app, the notification for my post showed an explosive [99+ comments].
“Whoa, the firepower really is insane.”
Full of anticipation, I tapped the post.
“……”
The contents were utterly brutal. Instead of any value camera recommendations, the screen was packed edge-to-edge with mockery and curses.
“Haa… I expected this, but still.”
Since I was the one who had baited them with aggro, I had mentally prepared myself to some degree.
But seriously, bringing up someone’s mother is crossing the damn line, isn’t it?!
For a second I got so angry at the merciless mother insults from people whose faces I didn’t even know that I almost started a keyboard battle, but I barely held it in after glancing at Seola sleeping peacefully beside me.
“Let’s see… Even in a trash bin like this, there has to be at least one gem.”
I scrolled up like my thumb had a motor attached. Skipping the double curses, mother insults, and meaningless jabs, I scrolled down frantically until—
“Found it!”
I accidentally let out a cheer. As expected, my prediction had been right.
Even in this chaotic trash bin, there existed a true camera otaku teacher who instinctively reacted to any topic by showing off his knowledge on nothing but ‘equipment setup.’
It was a shining comment that neatly organized everything from body recommendations to aperture values and cost-effective combinations.
“Whoa… This guy’s a real expert.”
Impressed, I absentmindedly tapped the [68 replies] under that comment.
I wanted to see if the kind teacher had left other recommendations.
But the moment the reply window opened, my expression froze solid.
“……”
The reply section had turned into a complete battlefield where fanboys of different brands and aggro-stirrers were entangled in a bloody keyboard war.
The fake (well, actually real) sex dilemma post I had made had triggered a savage war among basement-dwelling experts. The thread was on the verge of exploding.
Insult-laden replies were pouring in at terrifying speed in real time.
“…Yeah, I should screenshot the good comment and just delete the post. This is getting out of hand.”
If I left it any longer, lawsuits would start flying and my phone notifications would explode.
I hurriedly brought up only the valuable camera recommendation comment, took a quick screenshot with a snap, then hit the permanent delete button without a shred of lingering attachment.
“Whew…”
Only then did the runaway notifications finally stop, bringing peace. I looked at the captured image with satisfaction and turned off the screen.
Beside me, Seola—completely unaware—hugged my waist and mumbled “Mmm…” as she shifted in her sleep. Anyway, I had successfully obtained the ‘cost-effective equipment setup information’ that had been my goal. All that remained was waiting for the money to hit my account.
