Chapter 60
Chapter 60
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 60
Chapter Title: Yeonsei Pussy Girl (4)
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I'd completely forgotten about my evening plans with the guys because I'd been so wrapped up filming Love and War with Yu-ra. As I hesitated, wondering if it was okay to head out, she spoke up first.
"Oppa, you're hesitating because you feel bad about going out tonight, right?"
"Huh? Oh, uh, yeah."
"You made me cry, so you have to be back by 10."
"Of course! How could I stay away long with such a pretty girl like Yu-ra waiting at home? Pomi will be there, right? You said you wanted to see my friends."
"Who has to console Yu-ra unnie after making her cry?"
"Ugh. I'll be back."
"You're really going just because I told you to... Ah, I'm kidding. You can really go."
Aah. Why did I even do that? She's looking at me with those eyes that see only me.
I felt sorry. And embarrassed.
Chewing over my regrets, I left the house and headed to tonight's gathering spot, a place called Kko-gi Village. It reminded me of that chase with So-jin last time, so I asked her about it, and she said it was a famous samgyeopsal joint nearby.
[Uncle, but why are you asking? Gonna buy it for me?] [Nah. Plans with friends.] [Might just crash it too? You'll pop up with your hand raised if I call out 'Uncle~'?] [No way. I know you've got work that day.] [Ugh, what? Guess I was barking up the wrong tree calling you a stray dog! Aren't you neglecting me too much?] [I just bought you those pants the day before yesterday lol] [Woof! Puppies get lonely easy ㅜㅠ Gonna spin webs here at this rate.] [Anyway, not tonight, but I'll swing by soon to clear those webs, so behave.] [Paw-fect!] By the time I got to the meat joint, most of the guys were already there, and the pork belly was sizzling away on the grill with that satisfying chuuu sound.
"Long time no see, everyone."
"The guy who lives closest shows up last."
"Why'd you all get here so early? You guys are always late, so I figured I'd try leaving late for once."
"Bullshit."
I sat down next to Hong-seop.
"Look at this ass-kisser sitting right by the boss."
"Heh. Even tonight's bill came from this guy's pocket. Here's a drink for you, boss."
"Pour one and see. Ugly bastard... You get plastic surgery or what?"
Murmurs rippled through the group.
The word "plastic surgery" drew all their eyes to my face. Jeong-joon, the high school teacher among us, tilted his head.
"Nah, he's still ugly."
"What the hell, man? And boss, didn't you see me grinding at work? When would I even have time for surgery?"
"Something's different, though... Weird. You slap on some BB cream or something?"
"Speak of the devil, Yeon-du said the exact same thing."
"Yeah, Yeon-du's been yapping lately about how you've gotten handsome. Told her to cut the crap..."
Crap? I can get handsome too, that's too much. At least with [Charm] at level 0 and no [Plastic Surgery] skill, it's only this much—anything more and they wouldn't buy it.
After a few bites of meat and rounds of soju, the last stragglers finally showed up, and we were all together.
"How long's it been since we all hung out like this?"
Eight of us in total, minus the one guy out on a business trip abroad.
"PC bang for games needs even numbers. Ditch that guy."
"PC bang again? Can't we do something else? We're meeting in Seoul, why a PC bang?"
"You gonna hit a club with this crew? We don't go to those spots anyway. And they'd card us—they're strict now, checking IDs upfront and only letting in under 30."
"What we doing at the PC bang then?"
"KartRider?"
"Haven't heard that in forever. People still play it?"
KartRider after drinks in our early 20s was a blast... Nostalgic memories hit me, and my thoughts drifted to Nam-hu, who'd organized tonight's meetup.
"So, what's this thing you wanted to talk about?"
The others chimed in too.
"Thought it was treating us 'cause you passed some exam?"
"Right, wasn't there one in March?"
"Really?"
Nam-hu just smirked mysteriously through the guesses, then finally spoke.
"I quit studying."
"??"
The whole table was baffled, but he grinned and dropped another bomb.
"I'm writing novels now. Heh."
Then came his long story.
Nam-hu hated studying but had gotten into a top university on raw brains.
Unlike high school, though, college had no homeroom teacher to keep him in line. That freedom tanked his grades.
After discharge, he pulled decent scores for one semester, but then it was back to square one.
He graduated without the GPA or skills for job apps.
His parents said, "No tech skills, no grades—your only path is certifications," promising support for a few years. He gave it a real shot, feeling like he had no other way out.
But whether he just hated studying or wasn't desperate enough despite knowing better, it repeated.
After two years of dragging his feet without even voicing quitting, he finally told his parents last year he was done.
They'd braced for it watching him, apparently, and said, "Then do what you want."
"...So last year, I started writing fantasy novels. Jun-young, you know. We were obsessed in middle and high school."
"Yeah. Sneaking peeks in class from the back. Damn, I bombed the CSAT, and you aced it, you bastard. I was floored. How'd a slacker like you get into Yonsei? ...Wait, you went to Yonsei too?"
"You too?"
Shit. Slipped thinking about Yu-ra and So-jin.
"Nah, a hyung I know went there."
I dodged as I poured a shot, but he suddenly lit up like he'd remembered something.
"Oh yeah! Got killer vid from a junior earlier. Some crazy bastards fucked in a seminar room. Called it 'Yeonsei Pussy Girl'?"
"Pfft!"
I spat out my soju.
"Fuck, that's nasty, man."
"I-it's already out? Ahem. Show us."
"Hold on. Uploading to the group chat."
Phones buzzed with rapid taps, and we all turned down the volume before hitting play.
"Whoa, check that body."
"Some dude's been banging hotties like that since college... Sigh."
They whispered to avoid the next table, but couldn't hold back "Oohs!" when the guy spread the girl's pussy wide on screen.
"Color's gorgeous."
"I'd die happy banging a girl like that."
"Dude's packing."
They critiqued Yu-ra's pussy in the video, and I puffed up with pride for no reason.
Yu-ra, you're a public pussy star now!
Then one guy tilting his head spoke up.
"The guy in it kinda looks like Jun-young?"
"Huh? I thought that too."
I froze for a sec, but relaxed at what came next.
"But way handsomer than Jun-young."
"Yeah, the guy's not that hot, but next to this dude, he looks fire."
"Jun-young's not small down there, right?"
"Jun-young, some guy's out there eating college girls while looking like you—what'd you do in college? Still a virgin?"
"I've done it, assholes."
"Liar."
That's me in the video, damn it. Can't even brag.
Good thing I didn't use [Plastic Surgery] skill coming to meet the guys. If I'd shown up like "Hey, fixed my face!" with my Yonsei lunch face... Horrifying.
Anyway, gotta ditch the "Yu-ra's First" slot now. Ask her to make a new face once she's over it!
When the screen went black right before revealing faces at the end, groans filled the air.
The camera panned back to sticky cum on the glass wall for the finale, drawing curses.
"Filmer's an idiot."
"Where'd they go after?"
"Where? Staging. If it's staged, not hidden cam, uploader won't get nabbed."
Only our household of three knows the truth.
"Elite college kids study hard, fuck hard, edit videos like pros."
"Editing my ass. Masterpiece with a shitty plot slapped on."
"Saw this zombie JAV the other day..."
The convo veered off for ten minutes before circling back.
"Where were we?"
"PC bang for KartRider?"
We recalled it cutting off when Nam-hu mentioned novel-writing amid the buzz. He cleared his throat and continued.
"Anyway, I've always wanted to write while reading them. Good ideas pop up sometimes."
I remembered the crude novel he showed only me from middle school.
"Told my parents in high school, they shot it down—'Know how starving writers are?' But when I said it again, they sighed, 'Back to square one?' and caved."
Sorry, but grateful. Things are better now than our day—writers make decent money if good. Not like old print days. That eased them a bit.
He'd quit exams a year ago but held off telling us, wanting success first.
"Wait, you succeeded?"
"Heh, guess I got talent. Got publisher interest quick after starting serialization. Doing well now."
We'd listened seriously; when he finished, cheers erupted.
"Fuck yeah, buy beef."
"I said anything, but Jun-young picked pork."
"Choi Jun-young, you dick."
"Tell us about the novel hit first! Picked cheap pork outta guilt."
"What's the title?"
"Embarrassing. Just the pen name—look it up if you want. Pay up, no piracy, friends."
"What's the pen name?"
"'GiverWithoutStinginess.' Serializing on Mpia."
I jotted it and the site on my phone notes. Rented stacks in freshman year; no rental shops around now.
"Jealous, man. Living the dream, making bank. How much?"
"Enough for a round sometimes."
"Nice. Order expensive booze."
"Pork spot, not much fancy."
"Ah, Choi Jun-young."
My fault again?
"Meat's good, though. Looked it up online?"
One guy asked, chewing.
"Hot girl tipped me off."
Heh heh. You've heard of stray bitch So-jin too. Yu-ra's mine! So-jin's mine!
I puffed up proudly, but they ignored me.
"PC bang time?"
"Last rounds~."
After an hour-plus of group gaming, talk turned to round two. Seeing Nam-hu insist on paying sparked envy.
I'm contracted to a demon race and still scraping for Pomi's meals...
I peeked at Nam-hu's stats; under talents, [Literary Talent] stared back.
'Some guys got it made.'
Make money with my powers? Even with Essence Absorption, host bar or soapland with this face? No thanks to mom-age clients either.
'Massage skill's the only usable one.'
Ask ex-masseuse Chae-yeon noona if she knows anyone?
Round two: nearby pub. Guys joked about beef and pricey drinks earlier, but felt bad freeloading. Chicken, fries, pitcher of beer.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "Heard Jeong-joon cursing in game? Teacher my ass."
"Gyu-hwan's improved, though. Better than Nam-hu and Jun-young now?"
"That fucker's always online."
Chatting recent PC bang games, we downed one, two, refill, two, three shots—buzz hit.
Phone check: nearing 10 PM with Yu-ra.
'Shit, gonna be late. Piss quick and bounce.'
"Yo, scoot the chair. Bathroom."
Drag.
Guys now in their 30s shifting to politics talk—feeling old, I headed to the john.
Slammed my head against the urinal wall, pissed, heading back—vibe was off. Table gone dead quiet from the chatter.
I looked up: all seven staring at me.
Like a horror flick, I jolted—then spotted my phone on the table, one guy holding it.
"What? Call come in? Manners, dude. Why pick up?"
Snatched it to my ear—froze. Video call.