Chapter 55: Butt
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 55: Butt
“What the hell is this?”
After talking with Senior Ju-hee, I had claimed an empty classroom and was playing games on the laptop I’d brought.
I was currently in the middle of a five-hour gap between classes—a schedule so brutal it sapped my very soul.
While wallowing, I checked the Bamboo Forest after seeing a separate message from Yoo Ah-rin.
Ignoring her pointless joke, I checked the comments under Anonymous 90’s post.
Fortunately, most people weren't taking Anonymous 90’s words seriously. Since it was an anonymous community, they figured it was impossible to know someone's true identity.
However...
The embers I thought would die out were being fanned back into a flame.
“Yoo Ah-rin, seriously!”
That girl is never helpful. I really need to punish her later.
I gnashed my teeth. Normally, I would have just banned the user, but...
“Sigh, my head hurts.”
There was only one reason the situation was complicated: that bastard had correctly guessed that Seo Ye-rin was in the English Literature department.
What if I ignored it and banned them, only for them to reveal that Anonymous 69 was Seo Ye-rin through some other means?
Seeing how Anonymous 90 was suddenly charging in full throttle for some unknown reason, it was hard to predict how they would act. They might even post it openly on the department bulletin boards.
I could just ignore it and let Seo Ye-rin handle it herself. Honestly, that would be the most 'me' thing to do, and it would be the easiest way out.
“Ugh, this is why you shouldn't make friends.”
Maybe it was because of the bond we’d formed during our short time together, but I found myself worrying.
Specifically, having spent time with Seo Ye-rin, I knew how much stress she received from outsiders.
A life where she was the center of attention wherever she went, hearing whispers and even frequent sexual harassment.
I knew she acted as Anonymous 69 on the Bamboo Forest just to vent that daily stress in peace.
If even this was discovered, there was no telling what would happen to her. Taking a leave of absence or dropping out might be the best-case scenario.
First, I sent a message to Yoo Ah-rin.
Despite her complaining, she didn't send another reply, which likely meant she was on her way. In the meantime, though annoyed, I tried to shift the topic of the Bamboo Forest.
This should draw attention away from Anonymous 90’s sniping. Sure enough, all the interest in the Bamboo Forest began to shift toward me.
Since everyone knew I’d posted it as a joke, a string of playful comments followed. There were a few serious-looking ones mixed in, but I didn't reply to them.
‘This should do it.’
I’d successfully diverted the attention that had been on Anonymous 90. I let out a sigh of relief as I looked at Anonymous 90’s post, which now had no new comments.
Then, a 1:1 inquiry came in for me.
Naturally, Seo Ye-rin must have seen it and panicked. Even if she was used to other things, being targeted like this was a new experience for her.
It was reasonable for her to suspect me. In an anonymous community, if information leaks, it almost always comes from the person managing it.
But even I don't know every user. Seo Ye-rin should know that too.
It was a fair suspicion. In fact, it would have been weirder if she hadn't suspected me.
Look at her.
She just blurts out nonsense when she has nothing to say.
I swallowed a laugh, finding it slightly cute, and continued typing.
Look at how quickly she backs down. It was a shame I couldn't see the expression she was making right now.
Actually, there are many, but few are as clean and restricted to verified users as our Bamboo Forest.
“Ah, seriously...”
Despite my words, my eyes were already glued to the screen.
“Wait?”
I naturally assumed it would be a photo of Seo Ye-rin herself, but instead, it was a Western woman with a voluptuous figure.
I saved the photo to my gallery first and then sent a casual reply.
What was she sorry about?
I didn't know what she was talking about, but either way, it wasn't bad. It meant she had stabilized enough mentally that she didn't feel the need to send those kinds of photos lately.
‘It’s a relief, at least.’
If I, the Administrator, had been a bad person, photos of Seo Ye-rin’s panties could have been spread all over the place.
After replying that she should only send photos like this from now on, I checked the picture again.
Gulp.
She really is my type. I think I do like the slightly curvy feel. Is it because my ex-girlfriend was on the plainer side?
Just as I was about to ask Anonymous 69 who the actress was...
“Hmph, maybe I should have come a bit later?”
“…….”
A voice, cold and filled with disgust, pierced the back of my neck.
It wasn't an illusion; someone actually grabbed the back of my neck. Their grip was surprisingly strong, providing an accidental acupressure effect.
A refreshing fruity scent.
A bubbly voice that had become familiar.
Blonde hair tickled my cheek, feeling like the flick of a snake's tongue.
“Is this the kind of woman you like?”
Yoo Ah-rin asked, looking at the voluptuous Western woman on my screen. I slowly tucked my phone away and spoke.
“You got here fast.”
“Look at you, changing the subject. Ugh.”
“Ahem.”
“Do you think a woman like that would ever like a guy like you? You have a shitty personality, you’re creepy, and you’re a total pervert.”
“Then a good guy who would like someone like you... Oh, there’s Chan-woo.”
“You little...!”
Yoo Ah-rin immediately tightened her grip on my neck. She said she did Taekwondo, and her grip strength was indeed impressive.
“Ow! Okay! I won't talk about Chan-woo!”
“Hmph.”
Only then did Yoo Ah-rin let go. She sat down next to me and handed me a Hershey Choco Milk. Then, she pulled out a Chocomong for herself and started sipping it through a straw.
“Thanks.”
“Whatever. Why did you call me?”
Because she arrived faster than expected after being called so suddenly, I hadn't quite organized what I wanted to say. Actually, it was more that my head was just messy from talking to Anonymous 69.
“I have a job for you. It’s about the Bamboo Forest.”
“I figured as much... but aren't you working me too hard for no pay? I don't even get a scholarship or credits for this.”
“It’s punishment for doing such a shitty job on Sunday.”
“Ack! Cough, cough!”
When I spoke indifferently, Yoo Ah-rin suddenly choked on her Chocomong. She pushed the drink away and jumped up.
Then, with a bright red face, she covered her butt with her hands and shouted with wide eyes.
“I-I’m not getting spanked!”
“……Huh?”
“You bastard! What kind of woman gets turned on by getting spanked! That ‘getting hit and becoming submissive’ thing is just a fantasy, you crazy otaku prick!”
“What are you even talking about?”
Despite my bewildered response, Yoo Ah-rin kept her hands over her butt and gestured toward the laptop with her chin.
“Weren't you talking about what’s on the Bamboo Forest?”
“What kind of nonsense did you read now... Ah?”
Because of the post I’d made, there was currently a heated discussion about how to punish the manager.
Among them, the suggestion with the most overwhelming support was from Anonymous 198.
“Shit.”
Why did I have to see that?
Feeling like my eyes had been defiled, I banned Anonymous 198 for an hour. I wrote the reason as ‘Because you’re disgusting.’
I let out a sigh and looked at Yoo Ah-rin, who was glaring at me, huffing with a beet-red face.
“Bend over.”
“Shut up!”