Taking Things Further with My Childhood Friend in Our Room (?)
The weekend passed, and Monday morning arrived.
Seola and I headed to school side by side like always. The moment we stepped into the hallway outside the lecture hall, one of her classmates glanced back and forth between us and started snickering.
"What the heck, Baek Seola. Got yourself a boyfriend? Who's the guy next to you?"
"What are you even saying? Are you crazy?! Me dating this idiot? As if!"
Seola panicked and waved her hands wildly before ditching me completely and vanishing into the crowd of her friends.
I scratched the back of my head awkwardly and made my way to the very last row of the lecture hall.
But there in the corner sat a familiar bulky figure. It was Jinwoo, the walking legend of our department.
Next to him was a small person wearing a ball cap pulled low and a black mask. Only their eyes were visible, but they looked exactly like that pretty boy Yeonwoo from a few days ago.
I approached cautiously and offered a quiet greeting. Masked Yeonwoo simply gave a silent bow. Meanwhile Jinwoo, who had been resting his chin on his hand while staring at his phone, glanced at me and muttered indifferently.
"Don't act like we're friends."
"Uh… yeah. Still, thanks a lot for last week."
Instead of answering, Jinwoo just flicked his hand in a clear 'that's enough, get lost' gesture. The guy really was consistently quiet and intimidating.
I set my bag down on a nearby empty seat and scanned the lecture hall with a strange sense of unease.
That's when I spotted a familiar back of a head in the front row. It was that arrogant senior who had passed out in the alley last week.
His classmates were laughing at the sight of his face.
"Dude, what the hell happened to your mug? Why's your jaw so swollen?"
"None of your fucking business! I must've fallen somewhere over the weekend. Just drop it!"
The senior snapped back irritably. His jaw was puffed up and the corner of his mouth was bruised a deep purple. It was quite the sight. Then, as he whipped his head around, our eyes met in midair.
Despite his own pathetic state, the moment he saw me his brows furrowed with rage. He started to mouth 'You son of a…' with a growl, but right then—
Swoosh.
Jinwoo, sitting right in front of me, suddenly stood up as if stretching.
"……!!"
The instant the senior's eyes met the massive frame blocking my view like a mountain, his shoulders jerked upward.
His aggressive attitude vanished instantly. He hurriedly buried his gaze in his desk. The hierarchy had been perfectly enforced.
Jinwoo cracked his stiff neck with a loud pop and sat back down heavily. The senior didn't turn around even once for the rest of the class.
…Wow, fuck. That is seriously reassuring.
As expected, a man's physique really is everything. I mentally gave Jinwoo's broad back a thumbs-up and opened my textbook in complete peace of mind.
The boring morning lecture flowed by like a lullaby, and before I knew it, it was lunchtime.
As expected, for a man it's spicy pork.
I claimed a corner seat in the student cafeteria and shoveled a huge spoonful of bright-red seasoned spicy pork rice bowl into my mouth.
While chewing the meat, I stealthily pulled out my smartphone.
After checking that no one was watching the screen, I secretly logged into the overseas adult platform account I'd set up the night before.
The moment I hit refresh—
"Ooh…"
The pork in my mouth nearly fell out.
It hadn't even been a full day since uploading, yet the view count and hearts under the video were skyrocketing at a terrifying speed.
The comment section had turned into a festival of every foreign language imaginable and crudely translated Korean. The reaction was nothing short of explosive.
Wow, insane. This is actually working.
I'd been a little worried when I uploaded it. It was shot one-handed so the quality was sloppy, the screen shook violently from the intense movements, and the framing was crooked. But that worry had been completely unfounded.
I set my spoon down, swallowed thickly, and scrolled down the screen.
My mouth corners twitched as I read through them with a translator.
Horny bastards from all over the world were screaming for the full version. There were even truckloads of guys saying they'd pay money to see it.
The overwhelming reaction was that it wasn't some mechanically produced studio porn, but a clumsy 'real raw amateur home video' that was driving them absolutely wild.
The shaky, crude angle I'd been worried about had instead become a divine move that perfectly scratched their fantasy itch.
…See? Raw and unpolished stuff like this always performs way better than stiff acting.
I couldn't control the massive grin spreading across my face in the middle of the cafeteria and gripped my spoon tightly.
At this rate, I'd easily clear the payout threshold in just a few days, not a week. It meant not only winning the bet against Seola and escaping house-slave duty, but also pocketing a fat wallet of coins.
"Heh heh heh…"
Suddenly the whole world looked beautiful. I held back the laughter leaking out and scraped up the rest of my spicy pork rice while humming a cheerful tune.
"But… that's that."
No matter how explosive the video looked, the coins hadn't turned into cash in my hands yet.
I couldn't just quit my part-time job because money was coming in. In reality, I was still a minimum-wage Korean BBQ restaurant worker.
"Excuse me! Can we get a new grill plate over here!"
"Yes! Coming right away!"
"Part-timer kid, another bottle of soju. And a container for the bones too."
"Yes, sir! I'll clear the empty bowls. Ah, you can leave it—it's fine!"
The restaurant was thick with the smell of oil and grilling smoke. Running around carrying charcoal and wiping down greasy tables left my back completely drenched in sweat.
The ribs I'd gotten beaten on a few days ago screamed in pain now and then, but the endless rush of group customers left me no time to worry about it.
"Thank you for your hard work!"
Finally, my shift was over. I threw off the apron soaked in the smell of meat and stepped outside. Only then did the cool autumn night air open up my lungs.
"Haa… I'm wiped out, seriously."
I tapped my stiff shoulders and waist before checking my phone. At this hour Seola should be getting ready for her night shift at the convenience store.
…She should be finishing soon. I should go pick her up.
The memory of her nearly getting harassed by that senior's group in the alley a few days ago still weighed on me.
The situation had been settled with one punch from Jinwoo and the senior had been cowed, but the world was a dangerous place. In this unfamiliar city we only had each other to rely on, and now we were proper 'business partners (?)' after all. It was only right to go get her.
I dragged my heavy legs and turned toward the convenience store where Seola worked.
After meeting up with Seola as she came out the door, we walked side by side toward our rented room. The whole way under the streetlights, she chattered nonstop about the nightmare customers she'd dealt with during her night shift, her mouth running like a motor.
"No, seriously listen! This auntie brought only one of the 1+1 promo items and started screaming at the counter asking why I wasn't giving her the second one! I clearly told her it was a cross-gift deal! But she wouldn't listen and started yelling that I must not have been trained properly… Haah, it was so infuriating!"
"Yeees, yeees~ Our dear Baek Seola has had such a hard day today."
I responded with half-hearted nods. After hauling charcoal and being steeped in meat smoke all day until I was dead on my feet, I didn't even have the energy to give proper reactions.
At my lukewarm response, Seola swung her fists through the air a few times before slumping her shoulders and letting out an exaggerated sigh.
"Ughhh…… People in Seoul are so cold. Back in our hometown the neighborhood elders would call me pretty girl while I grew up. What kind of suffering is this?"
Seola looked up at the night sky and muttered pathetically.
"Ah, I'm hungry. I want the heaping bowls of rice your mom would whip up in seconds, and kimchi stew loaded with pork…"
"Haa… Me too."
A heartfelt sigh escaped my lips as well.
The warm home-cooked meals Mom used to make back home. Only after struggling with rent and food costs in the city, bouncing between part-time jobs, did I realize how desperately I missed them.
As we walked, chewing on that bittersweet mix of nostalgia and harsh reality, Seola—who had been walking quietly—suddenly elbowed my side and lowered her voice.
"Hey. But…"
"What?"
"You know… how much has it made?"
Seola glanced around quickly, then asked hesitantly while pretending to be indifferent.
"What?"
"You know! That thing! The video you uploaded to make money! You bet me a million won a week, remember?"
At first she'd gone ballistic and called me a perverted piece of trash, but after dealing with nightmare customers at the convenience store all day, it seemed the temptation of that sweet passive income was starting to creep in.
"Oh, that? Well. It was getting some decent reactions earlier, but I haven't checked the actual payout yet."
I stopped walking and pulled out my phone.
I opened the encrypted coin wallet app and loaded the dashboard showing real-time settlement details. As I watched the spinning loading icon, my own expectations swelled.
"Let's see… Hold on."
The screen brightened, and the numbers finally appeared. The moment I saw the figure clearly displayed in the center—
Current Cumulative Settlement: Approximately 970,000 won
"…Huh??"
My feet stopped dead as if nailed to the concrete. My eyes widened in disbelief as they bored into the screen.
"Why, why! How much did it make! It's nowhere near a million won, right? See, I told you you'd end up doing all the housework…"
Seola looked at my phone with a triumphant snort, but her mocking words cut off abruptly too.
"…Crazy."
A breathless curse slipped from my mouth.
"Uploaded Friday night… including the weekend, that's exactly three days. In just three days, 970,000 won…"
Seola's jaw dropped to the floor. Her big eyes darted wildly between the '970,000 won' on the screen and my face, shaking with shock.
Not in a week, but in just three days. And with nothing more than that short video that had used her breasts once (?), it was on track to easily surpass the entire monthly salary I earned enduring smoke and customer abuse at my part-time job.
"…Hey. Baek Seola."
"…Yeah."
Under the streetlight, our gazes met in midair and tangled together thickly.
The difficult customers from the BBQ restaurant and the annoying auntie from the convenience store evaporated from our minds in an instant.
What we needed to do the moment we got back to that tiny rented room tonight. We didn't need words—our instincts were already screaming it.
Squelch! Squish! Squish!
"Haaang! Ah! A-ahht!"
In the narrow room thick with darkness, the lewd wet sounds of flesh intertwining mixed with sharp, breathless cries that echoed stickily.
Thump! Thwack! Slap!
"Yamete…! Ah, hng! Yamete, aht!"
"O-onegai…! Haaang! Aang, aht!"
The obscene sounds of mucous membranes sticking from the burning friction. The blatant moans bursting out like she was in heat in time with the rough pistoning completely filled the room.
"Haa, haa… Ngh!"
"Ah, aaahht! Iku, ikuuu—!"
The nonstop sounds of colliding flesh and beast-like hot breaths densely filled every corner of the small room. The dizzying, shameless night deepened helplessly like that.
