Porter Minor Gallery Morning Routine
“Haaah.”
Slept like a rock. My dick was rock-hard first thing in the morning. Normally, I'd jerk it and start the day off right, but I held back today. Had to save it for pounding Bu Ye-ji tonight—no way was I gonna waste my load early.
I lazed around in bed, trying to get up... but nah, too much effort. Instead, I just lay there scrolling my phone. I'd already skipped school for ages anyway. Sprawled out in my room, I dove into my morning gallery browsing.
Tons of nyumgeuls had piled up overnight. It was around 11 a.m., so I figured I'd skim them all, grab some food, and call it good.
Seoul's Yongsan-gu has seen a horrific family slaying. Police suspect the perpetrator is a female student living with the family, and investigations are ongoing. Traces of mana use were found at the scene, leading authorities to classify it as an Awakener crime. Police are now probing the motive...
“End times, I tell ya.”
From what I skimmed, it was some bullshit about a family getting offed by an Awakener. More precisely, a middle-aged couple and their son got killed, but the daughter survived. I dropped a shaking hookercon on one of the comments and moved on.
Today's bait seemed to be D-grunt bashing. The nyumgeuls were flooded with posts shitting on them. For reference, "D-grunts" was what us Porter Gal folks called D-rank hunters. More accurately, "D-rank hunters who couldn't even land a guild contract and had zero skills."
Someone might ask, "But they're D-rank, so don't they have skills?" Bullshit like hunter exam pass rates under 20%, and only 10% making D-rank, was rampant. But that was noob talk from people who didn't know the industry.
Common knowledge: To become a hunter, you take the hunter exam. But there were backdoors. One was graduating from a hunter academy. Per the Hunter Special Act, grads get a D-rank license on the spot. So shell out millions in tuition for four years, graduate any shitty academy, and boom—you're a D-rank hunter.
Of course, graduating doesn't magically give you skills. Guilds knew that and wouldn't touch those D-grunts with a ten-foot pole. So they freelanced with their worthless asses, scraping by.
Tales of pulling 10 mil a month with effort or out-earning corp drones? That was for skilled D-ranks who could snag guild contracts. Miles away from D-grunts.
'Time to farm some nyumgeuls.'
D-grunts or whatever, didn't matter. When bait like this dropped, you had to copy-paste nyumgeuls fast before code 8x kicked in from the spam. I logged in anon and blasted a post.
I sprinkled hookercons on comments while killing time. Fired off more posts, but nyumgeul farming was iffy—everyone was spamming the same shit.
Gallery heating up, mod drops martial law. Nyumgeul copy event over. Cutoff hits, nyumgeuls vanish—Tiananmen begins.
“Feelin' the shitpost itch.”
My nyumgeul got nuked too. Wanted to shitpost but held back. Shitpost bait was no fun anyway. But others disagreed—shitposts started crawling up.
Gal stayed quiet after. Just classic Porter Gal armband shitpost fest. Three hours of chaos till one mod dies, then virgin bait takes over. I'd wait and touch grass meanwhile.
Slid across the floor to my PC. Long time no LoL—stretched my fingers. Was burned out lately, but damn, it hit different. Lost track of time gaming till hunger hit. Checked clock: 6:30 p.m. already.
“School's out time, huh?”
Meaning: time for high school girl views tastier than food. Fiddled my dick and fired up Diorama.
“Heh heh heh, can't wait.”
Plan was set. Simple: Go to Ye-ji, bind with command, rail her hard.
Unlike Eun-byeol, no hiding my identity from Ye-ji. First meet was already fucktarded, no point. Plus, wanted to wreck her at night too. How much did Eun-byeol's no-night-view torture suck? Time for a night-usable apostle.
First, check Ye-ji's location. Then phone her to my place.
Fired up Diorama...
“What the fuck, this bitch. Why's she there?”
Something off. Should be eating school lunch, but my Ye-ji was in some dingy abandoned building, chain-smoking. No uniform, squatting, practicing smoke rings. Where the hell? And skipping school?
Bad vibes. Messaged her.
'The Guy Whose Dick is About to Get Hard' expresses doubt.
“Huh?”
Ye-ji looked up at my message, then grinned and waved.
“Yo, Constellation! That skill you gave me... packs a punch, huh?”
“What the hell's that mean?”
Sounded like she'd tested a skill. Snuck into a dungeon? But entrances were cop-blocked. No license, no entry, right?
Super bad vibes. Used Observation on the priority.
Bu Ye-ji — 19 years old. Virgin.
“Phew.”
No preemptive deflowering disaster. So what was this ominous feeling?
Called her. No pickup. The fuck? Tried twice, nada. Rage boiling, scanned her body.
'What.'
Wasn't ignoring—couldn't answer. No phone on her. A modern teen girl, high schooler, drops her phone? Bullshit...
Poked her tits. Explain, bitch.
'The Guy Whose Dick is About to Get Hard' expresses doubt.
“Huh? What?”
Fuck this. Messaging sucked for real talk. Dying of frustration here. But nah, no dying today—a genius idea sparked.
Rifled drawer, grabbed spare notepad. Tore a sheet, scribbled my questions, sent via Diorama right in front of her eyes.
10 SP consumed.
10 SP consumed.
10 SP consumed.
Can't pull stuff into Diorama from outside, but could project from room to world with SP. Paper note floated before her.
- What the hell you doing there? Where even is that? Skipping school? Where'd you ditch your phone?
SP draining fast. She finally read it sloooow.
“Huh? What I'm doing? Weren't you watching?”
- Think I got all day? Pick up the damn phone.
“Pffft, you can Awaken me but don't know everything, huh?”
This fucking bitch smirked. Flicked her cig butt away.
“Pffft, but yeah, can't pick up—ditched the phone.”
“Ditched?”
Did she trash it cuz I said no gold? Was she loaded? Wasn't that shit over 1 mil?
“Just offed one person—no, three, actually.”
Ye-ji said it casual as fuck. Oh, killed some folks, huh... wait what?
“The fuck?”
What the hell did I just hear?