Chapter 61
Chapter 61
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 61
Chapter Title: Yonsei Ping-Po Girl (5)
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Beyond the smartphone screen was Yu-ra's face.
"Y-, Yu-ra."
Sweat was pouring down my face, and I could hear my friends murmuring behind me.
"Hey, what's this? She's fucking gorgeous."
"You sure you didn't dial the wrong number?"
At that moment, Yu-ra on the screen opened her mouth.
-Oppa, have you left yet?
Hearing that, my friends crowded in close.
"Hello! I'm Jeong Jun, Jun-young's best friend! How about a blind date?"
"I'm Kim Nam-hu, who just became a web novel author! I make good money!"
These single losers, drunk out of their minds and hitting on her hard.
"Ah, cut it out. Get lost."
I shoved them away and turned back to the screen.
"O-, oppa will be right there. I was just about to head out anyway."
-Take your time, but be careful. Buy some snacks on the way since Pomi's coming.
Ugh. Why say something like that which Pomi could whisper instead...
As I stammered in embarrassment, Yu-ra whispered just loud enough for me to hear.
-That's payback for making me cry earlier. And I'm trying to boost your cred a bit.
She knew damn well how pretty she was. My cred was boosted, alright—but right into a world of trouble, just like she intended.
-Be careful. Mwah. Love you.
Yu-ra blew a kiss through the screen. My friends' stares screaming 'let's see how you handle this in front of us' had me hesitating awkwardly, but then Yu-ra's eyes turned icy.
-Didn't you just say you'd listen to me forever a minute ago...?
I was the sinner here. Why the hell had I done that stuff earlier today? I squeezed my eyes shut and puckered up to the screen.
"M-, mwah! I love you too!"
-You hang up first, oppa.
"N-no, you hang up first."
Yu-ra beamed brightly at my words and ended the call.
I glanced around. A chilly silence pressed down on our table. But it didn't last.
"Who is she? Trainee idol?"
"How old? How old is she?"
"Dude, what about Yeon Du... Sigh, never mind."
"Whoa, fuck. Whoaaa..."
Voices exploded all around.
With everyone talking at once, I couldn't make out a word. I pushed through them and bolted out of the bar.
"I-I'm heading out first? Sorry!"
"I'm not paying! Tell that bastard to cover it! Raaaaah!"
Nam-hu's furious roar echoed in my ears.
On the way home.
I checked my phone, and messages were piling up at an insane rate from my friends' rage-fueled KakaoTalk spam. The typos everywhere weren't just from the booze.
I used Drunken Flight to hightail it home like I was fleeing. Then I texted Yu-ra, You got famous quick. They're calling you the Yonsei Ping-Po Girl. Getting smacked upside the head for that was our little secret.
The public sex video of me and Yu-ra spread across various porn sites under titles like "Yonsei Ping-Po Girl," "Yonsei Huge Cock Couple," and "Yonsei Sex Ghost," even dominating real-time trends and portal site headlines.
In the end, it sparked a butterfly effect, turning loose college sex lives into a social issue. Yonsei gathered public opinion and drastically reduced the opaque glass area in their seminar rooms, finally putting the fiasco to rest.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ The day after drinking with my friends.
I was searching computer reviews of the "Yonsei Ping-Po Girl" video when Yu-ra called from the living room, "Oppa~."
"Help me move my stuff, oppa."
"Huh? What stuff?"
"I told you I was moving in today."
"W-was that for real?"
I felt like I was sinking deeper into a quagmire, but with the mess I'd made, I couldn't refuse. Yu-ra practically lived here anyway, so it wouldn't change much... right?
Yu-ra had sorted most of her stuff during the week, so the move was easy. I handled the heavy items she couldn't lift.
As I started packing computer cables, Pomi—who was raiding Yu-ra's fridge—spoke up.
"Why not just level up Inventory once more?"
The Lv. 0 [Inventory] skill provided 20L of space. Lv. 1 jumped to a whopping 1,000L—a 50x increase.
⚙ SKILL LEVEL UP ⚙ [Inventory, R, Active] - Summon a subspace to store items up to the weight and volume limits. Lv. 1: Max Weight 1,000kg | Max Volume 1,000L "Does it make sense to blow 3,000pt on moving?"
"I can't fit many snacks right now!"
This girl only ever talks about food.
"Didn't you say you need to save your sister? Shouldn't you spend points on combat skills instead of Inventory?"
"Those measly points won't get me a skill to save my sister anyway, so let's just level Inventory~ Pleeease, Jun-youngie~."
...I'd thought this before, but was she really that close to her sister? Before the contract, she acted all desperate like they were the last two sisters in the world, but lately she didn't seem urgent at all.
I stared at her clinging to my sleeve, then suddenly threw out a test.
"An ice cream and your sister fell into a river. You can only save one. What first? One, two, three."
"Ice... Sister!"
"Ice cream sister, my ass."
"But ice cream melts!"
"Your sister dies!"
"Sister can fly!"
If she could say that so casually about family, her sister probably wasn't in mortal danger. Makes sense—she escaped harsh labor, so she might just be getting exploited for her workforce again.
Anyway, for whatever reason, I caved and leveled up [Inventory].
Thinking about it, Inventory could be a solid attack tool too. Store weapons, or rocks to drop from the sky with Flight for a self-made meteor.
Not sure if there'd be room after Pomi's snacks, though.
After getting the skill, I shoved the whole computer and desk into Inventory. Pomi lit up.
"Nyong nyong! Are we multi now, like in games?"
"Yeah, something like that."
Meanwhile, Yu-ra gasped seeing the desk vanish whole. I'd shown her skills before, but she still found them amazing every time.
"Oppa, the house is too cramped to move the wardrobe too. Can we share yours? There's plenty of space."
"Sure. Just grab the hangers. Might as well toss everything in here and go."
"Jun-young! Snacks too!"
"That okay with you, Yu-ra?"
Yu-ra nodded readily.
"I like your cooking better anyway, oppa."
"I like both!"
Yu-ra agreed to cover part of the rising grocery bill. When I asked where a student got money, she said her allowance and tutoring cash added up in her account.
"Oh yeah, you had tutoring yesterday."
Yu-ra poked my chest at that.
"Thanks to someone, I skipped tutoring and the rest of class."
Pomi and Yu-ra had dubbed yesterday the "Choi Jun-young Wife Jealousy Incident."
"Ahem. I forgot to ask yesterday, but... is the kid you tutor a boy?"
"It's a girl... What, jealous again?"
"J-jealous? No way. Just worried with all the bad kids out there... Mmph!"
Seeing me flustered reminded Yu-ra of the public sex at school yesterday. Her switch flipped, and she lunged for a kiss.
"Hey, you were crying so much yesterday, but... Mmph!"
"Hah. Haah. Shut up."
In the end, we ended up fucking again mid-packing.
Thanks to Inventory's convenience, what barely qualified as a "move" wrapped up quick. Still felt like moving day called for jjajangmyeon, so we ordered delivery.
Even though Yu-ra practically lived here, bringing her stuff over made it feel like our family had grown for real.
I spent the afternoon basking in that warm, fuzzy excitement mixed with dread over going back to work tomorrow.
Only after sunset did I remember Yeon-hu's serialized novel from last night.
How big a hit was it for him to treat us? I logged into the Mpia site Nam-hu mentioned.
"Need to sign up? Oh, can browse without. Ooh, erotic stories too!"
Friend's novel on hold! I clicked the erotica category, but it needed signup. Fueled by porn addiction, I registered, then hunted for his novel.
It was supposed to be super popular, so probably on the front page? Let's see.
📊 Paid Webnovel Today's Best 📊 Rank Genre Title Author 1. (Fusion Fantasy) [I Overwhelm With My Book.] Ajeomjeomjeo 2. (Modern Fantasy) [Author-nim Is an Extra?] Suksun 3. (Modern Fantasy) [I Was a Sword God in My Past Life...] Gives Generously 4. (Fusion Fantasy) [Villain Young Noble] Creamy Yong Found it—"Gives Generously" at #3 on Today's Paid Best. Iyeol? Third place? Impressive.
I read his title.
"Sword God in past life?"
Classic cliché from my high school days. Probably some wuxia master reincarnated as a high schooler in modern times, wreaking havoc.
"How is nothing chan—gah!"
I chuckled and clicked Nam-hu's story, but the full title—too long to see at first—made me choke.
[Regarding How I, Who Was a Sword God in My Previous Life, Reincarnated as a Member of a Popular Girl Idol Group]
"This the infamous abomination I've heard tales of?!"
Ridiculous title from the get-go. With zero expectations—just reading for a friend—I clicked chapter 1.
Five hours later. I'd migrated from chair to mat in front of the computer, lying with the screen angled away from sleeping Yu-ra so I wouldn't wake her, still reading.
Free chapters done ages ago. I'd bought up to the latest, thrilled there was tons left.
"F-fucking addictive. Why is it so good?"
Nothing special plot-wise—the title was the plot. But vivid characters, tight pacing; I was hooked before I knew it.
Checked average purchases. Roughly 12,000 minimum per chapter.
"100 won each, daily updates... Monthly that's... th-three point six million?"
Site takes a cut, sure. But over two mil easy?
My stomach suddenly hurt—in a jealous way!
"Whoa... Two mil. He mentioned serializing elsewhere later. Doesn't that mean even more?!"
Hooked on the genre after ages, I dove into free chapters of #1 and #2.
"Heh heh. Huhu. This one's killer too? Damn, over 15k purchases. Monthly...?"
Greed sparkled in my eyes, lit by the screen.