Freshman Orientation Mayhem at Seoral University
Kim Hyeonseok, whose military edge hadn't quite worn off, unwittingly rose from his seat before his pride twisted his face into a scowl.
"What enlistment class are you?"
"...XXXX class."
"I'm fifty classes ahead. No salute motto?"
"...F-Fight... to... victory..."
Watching Kim Hyeonseok awkwardly salute made laughter bubble up naturally.
"I said since my student ID's senior, we can drop the formalities, right? Sure, go ahead. But once a Marine...?"
"F-Forever... a Marine..."
Even though he'd been discharged, Kim Hyeonseok couldn't rebel. The more sensitive guys were to hierarchy, the more it bound them.
"Well, this isn't the military anymore—it's society. Wanna keep it casual between us?"
And with that, Kim Hyeonseok's attempt to assert dominance ended in my total reversal. He fled the room like a coward, and Park Minsu apologized with a sheepish look.
"Hey, Yunho hyung?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't take what Hyeonseok said too seriously. Our school's full of repeaters and late bloomers, so everyone chills out after a drink and drops the honorifics."
Park Minsu continued after downing a shot.
"That guy's always had a boomer vibe, but the military made him weirder. Should've stopped him. Sorry."
"No big deal. It wrapped up clean anyway."
"Thanks for brushing it off coolly. Haha."
The drinking session dragged on for about an hour. As the booze flowed, more girls started eyeing me. Kim Jinju was the boldest.
She plopped down next to me, barely talking to me directly but chattering animatedly with others. Her status messages laid bare her interest in me.
Of course, playing hard-to-get with me was pointless. Her impatience spiked in her status messages when I didn't play along.
She started hitting me up more frequently.
"Ugh, I'm getting tipsy. How 'bout you, oppa?"
I know, but I had zero intention of reciprocating.
She's starting to feel clingy.
Receiving affection felt good, but Jinju's was purely superficial—skin-deep attraction. That made it shallow.
If she'd at least been pretty, I might've entertained it, but my lust didn't trigger a quest.
As I ignored her, her anxiety bubbled over visibly.
"Oppa, this buzz is hitting hard. Can't you walk me out?"
She subtly brushed my shoulder as she spoke. Final playtime.
"Mmm... dizzy... A walk might clear it up."
Her breath reeked of booze. Her status confirmed she was genuinely struggling.
But that didn't mean I'd babysit her.
Not even worth the GP top-up. One round'd net maybe 1 GP max.
If Jinju hit 70 points in looks, maybe. Otherwise, basic charm like this did zilch.
"Jinju, you're wasted."
I shot a glance, and Park Gwanghyeok nearby picked up the cue smoothly.
"Hyung, craving a smoke. Wanna kill the buzz with one?"
"Sounds good."
"M-Me too, oppa."
"You don't smoke. Secondhand's bad for you. Head in and rest."
I handed her off to a passing senior girl.
Park Gwanghyeok and I hit the resort's outdoor smoking area, lighting up side by side.
"Thanks."
"No prob. But looks like Jinju's into you."
"Not interested."
"Jinju's decent... oh, right, you're tight with Eunseo noona. Makes sense she'd be off your radar."
"Not just that. Club freshmen are a hard no. That's why. You got anyone?"
"Eh, not really."
"Huh, unexpected. Thought you'd be crushing on Eunseo like Seongho."
"Nah, I know my lane."
"Why? What's wrong with you?"
"Just... not hot, no special charm... and a virgin..."
"A virgin?"
I already knew from his profile, but feigned surprise. Truth was, it shocked me—acting wasn't hard.
Guy like this shouldn't struggle with dating.
Average-plus looks, quick wit, good vibes. Prime dating material.
"Embarrassing, but yeah... Girls never see me as more than a friend."
Running my big data from over a hundred conquests, the analysis clicked.
Great talker with friends, but chickens out with girls. Classic shy guy.
Those types existed—sociable, girl friends galore, but never crossing the line.
Park Gwanghyeok fit perfectly.
Smart enough for Seoral U, but not everything's possible.
Normal, yeah.
I eyed him thoughtfully.
Make him my right-hand man, and college life's a breeze?
Right-hand? Subordinate? Lackey? Boost his affection, and he'd be useful.
No need to brainstorm—his profile spelled it out.
His desire was the easiest to fulfill. Time to test desire collection too.
Done deal.
"Not satisfied with all those girl friends?"
"Yeah... Honestly, wanna date too."
Gotta lose it before enlisting next year.
I chuckled and slapped his back.
"Dude, between guys, no beating around the bush. It's written all over your face anyway."
He grinned awkwardly.
"Haha, that obvious?"
"Still a virgin?"
We both knew the subject.
"Yeah..."
"Gwanghyeok."
"Yes, hyungnim!"
Straight ball.
"Wanna fuck?"
"Ugh, embarrassing, hyungnim."
"Want me to hook you up?"
"Huh? How? For real? How?!"
I tapped his shoulder as he lit up.
"What's your top college fantasy?"
"Uh, nothing like that..."
Get deflowered by a hot senior...
Surface cool, inner shame. I chuckled.
"Got it. Details later. Head up first. I gotta check on Eunseo."
His face mixed reluctance and hope as he left. I Kakao'd Eunseo to come down.
OT, Booze, and Eunseo
OT was funner than expected, but I hadn't forgotten the quest.
"...Why no reply?"
Phone check: unread Kakao.
She's always prompt. Drunk?
Something off. Checked her status.
Fire in my eyes. Damn it.
First OT had me too hyped. Knew Eunseo was timid and bad at refusing, yet I slacked on checking.
Didn't expect a fly to stick so fast.
Located her position and bolted.
Far off: Eunseo on a bench, Kim Hyeonseok with his Marine cap backwards.
This asshole again?
Couldn't tell boundaries if his life depended. Instead of charging, I pulled out my phone and fired up WeLike.
Saw him offering her a beer.
"Eunseo, here. Drink up."
"Sunbae, you said fresh air to sober up, but more booze?"
"Not sunbae—oppa. Breeze plus beer helps your body adjust, clears the mind."
She reluctantly sipped under pressure.
"Eunseo, since we're drinking, wanna play a booze game?"
"Booze game...?"
"Yeah. OT's all about random games. Did plenty inside. Simple rock-paper-scissors—winner's wish?"
Without waiting for her reply, he shouted it. She panicked and threw Rock, while he threw Paper. Since Bo is Paper, he won.
"I win? My wish..."
The taut string snapped.
As he lunged for a sneak kiss, my hand jammed between her cheek and his mug.
"Hey, you fucking prick. What the hell you doing?"
Military boomer asshole from the jump. Time for some proper schooling.