Daily Life of a Bread Shuttle - 1
My name is Kim Min-su.
I'm twenty years old.
And though it's awkward as hell to say it out loud, I'm a pathetic fucking loser of a nerd.
One hundred seventy-seven centimeters tall, weighing well over a hundred twenty kilos—a complete fat-ass pig. Bad eyesight, so I wear glasses; bad skin, so my face is plastered with acne. The classic An-yeo-dwae look.
As you'd already guess, I was still a mosol-ada who'd never even held a girl's hand, and throughout my school years I served as the exclusive bread shuttle for the school's number-one thug. Running bread errands was a given. Homework shuttle. Cigarette runs by any means necessary. And whenever he was in a foul mood, I doubled as a human punching bag.
My school days were pure hell. I prayed for them to end as soon as possible.
But goddamn it!
Even after graduating high school, my hellish life refused to change—because I enrolled in the same university, same department as that bastard.
A lot of people would have the same question here. Why not just go somewhere else? But there were circumstances that made that impossible. Simply put, our fathers' generation already had a master-and-servant relationship of their own. His father was the president of a mid-sized company; my father was an employee there. For various reasons he couldn't quit, so I had to keep catering to the guy's whims. Resistance was never an option.
Anyway, around the time we graduated high school, he told me he was heading to Nakwon University's Business Administration department—and that I was coming with him.
Nakwon University was a low-tier local school stuck in the countryside of Chungcheong-do, the kind of place that took anyone regardless of CSAT scores. He was a delinquent who'd completely sworn off studying, so Seoul schools were out of the question, but he still wanted the college experience and picked that dump. I wasn't any good at studying either, so low-tier unis were all I could manage—but I still said no to Nakwon. Obviously, right? Why the hell would I go to the same school as the bastard who'd made me his bread shuttle?
But he sweet-talked his old man, who then made my parents an offer: four years of tuition fully covered. Four years of studio rent and a little living allowance on top. My parents were over the moon at the chance for free college. I couldn't crush their expectations, so I had no choice but to enroll in Nakwon University's Business Administration department.
And so, even after arriving at university, I still couldn't escape that bastard's bread-shuttle duties.
Nakwon University, tucked away in Simsim-myeon, Nakwon-si, Chungcheong-do. Built in the middle of nowhere with nothing but rice paddies for company, so outside the campus there was basically nothing. Well—except the one-room village that had sprung up nearby to house the students, and around that a thin scattering of coin karaoke rooms, bars, billiard halls, PC bangs, and restaurants. Enough for students to drink, shoot pool, or game after lectures. But you couldn't compare it to a real city. Just barely enough window dressing to keep up appearances, so the whole place got boring fast. To reach downtown you needed a bus that ran once an hour, last departure around nine—true backwater territory. Hanging out in the city was a pain.
Maybe that was why.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
Slap-slap-slap-slap!
Ahh~! Ang~ Ang~!
Angangangang!! Oppa, harder!
With nothing better to do and zero interest in studying, the second a guy and a girl got horny they just fucked. In the one-room village where I lived, the sounds of people screwing rang out from every direction at all hours of the day and night.
"Seriously… everyone but me is having sex. I'm so jealous."
Our Nakwon University had Stewardess and Modeling departments, so the ratio of girls with great bodies and pretty faces was high. Guys who enrolled specifically to hunt those girls kept the male side looking decent too—for a local uni, the overall looks were surprisingly solid. Of course I dragged the average into the dirt all by myself.
The bastard who made me his bread shuttle—no, Park Hyeon-tae—had also come to Nakwon Uni for one reason: to fuck as many of those female students as possible. Among people who actually knew the scene nationwide, this place was famous for exactly that. Nakwon University was basically an animal kingdom.
"So what if it's an animal kingdom. I'm still a virgin."
While I was grumbling to myself, my phone rang. Park Hyeon-tae. Just seeing those three syllables on the screen made me nearly piss myself; I trembled until I finally managed to answer.
"H-hello…?"
"Yo. You done with the assignment?"
"Ah, not yet. B-but almost."
Hyeon-tae and I even shared the exact same lecture schedule, so I had to do his assignments for him too.
"Haa~ Fuck. If you'd started after dinner you should've been done by now."
"S-sorry. I lost focus for a bit in the middle and took a break…"
With fucking noises blasting from every direction, I'd jerked off once and still hadn't finished the work.
"Morning class tomorrow, so wrap it up quick."
"Y-yeah."
"And I'm drinking with the guys at my place right now but we're running low on booze and snacks. Hit the convenience store, grab drinks and some anju, and get your ass up to my room."
"Y-yeah. H-how many people are there right now?"
Like a proper bread shuttle I asked about the headcount first. I had to buy enough for everyone.
"Six."
"Got it. I'll buy for six."
"We're almost out, so hurry the fuck up."
"Y-yeah."
I hung up with Hyeon-tae and hurried out of my studio. At the convenience store I picked drinks for the headcount, a few dry snacks, and some frozen anju, then nuked the frozen stuff until it was piping hot. Years of bread-shuttle experience had me moving with snappy efficiency even by my own standards. Then I arrived at Hyeon-tae's place.
Beep-beep-beep-beep!
I knew the password, so I opened the door myself and stepped inside.
"I'm here."
The moment I entered Hyeon-tae's room, the reek of booze and perfume stabbed my nose. Empty soju and beer bottles already littered the floor, along with the remains of vanished snacks. Around them sat Hyeon-tae, two other guys, and three girls. The guys looked like the same brand of thug as Hyeon-tae; the girls all had killer bodies and pretty faces. Because it was a studio, they were in tight clothes like leggings—one girl even wore a top cut so deep her cleavage was practically falling out.
They're gonna pair off after this and fuck each other senseless.
None of my business, of course.
"Heh. Min-su's here?"
Hyeon-tae looked at me with a greasy little smirk.
"Whoa~ No way! Is that really your high-school bread shuttle?"
The girl with the heavy cleavage stared in open shock.
Hyeon-tae shrugged.
"Told you."
"You're amazing. How do you drag your high-school bread shuttle all the way to university?"
"His dad works at my dad's company. His whole family's tied to ours in a bunch of ways, so when I say come, he comes."
"Whoa~ So fucking cool~♥"
She sent Hyeon-tae a seductive smile and a hungry look.
She's gonna get railed raw by Hyeon-tae later.
I'd seen this exact scene enough times to sketch the whole picture. Anyway they were laughing it up at my expense, and since I'd been living this since high school I just quietly set the drinks and snacks out on the floor.
"Haa~ Fuck!"
Suddenly Hyeon-tae spat a curse.
"Min-su~ How long you been my bread shuttle?"
"Uh, since high school, so a little over three years."
"Then why the hell you got zero sense? The booze you bought is shit and the snacks are all shit too."
He said it in an irritated tone. No way. I knew his tastes perfectly. Everything I'd bought was stuff he liked. The only reason he was blowing up was to look cool in front of the girls. But there was only one thing I could do.
"S-sorry. Th-then should I go buy again?"
"What about the shit you already bought? You gonna eat it all yourself?"
"Y-yeah, I'll take care of this and buy again."
"What if you eat this, get sleepy, and crash? What about the assignment?"
"Th-then should I finish the assignment first and deal with it after?"
"Haa~ You fucking retard. Haven't gotten smacked lately so you've lost all sense, huh? Need me to re-educate you?"
"Don't, Hyeon-tae~"
"Yeah, the kid's gonna cry."
The girls stopped him with cutesy voices while the guys watched the whole show with amused faces.
"Nah. Thinking about it, I've been way too soft on this bastard lately. Think I need to properly educate him today."
As he spoke, something shifted in Hyeon-tae's eyes. What was he planning? If he meant to hit me he would've already stood up and started kicking. But he was still sitting on the floor looking annoyed, which meant he had some other scheme cooking.
Then Hyeon-tae smirked and opened his mouth.
"Guys, there's a secret about my bread shuttle that only I know. Want me to tell you?"
A secret of mine that only Hyeon-tae knew? No way…
"Do we really need to know your bread shuttle's secret?"
The guys sounded completely uninterested.
"What is it, what is it? I wanna know~"
The girl who was already desperate to get fucked by Hyeon-tae said it with full aegyo. I didn't know for sure, but she was probably dripping wet already.
"This bastard's dick is fucking huge. Shit, the first time I saw it I thought it was a horse cock."