That Bastard's the One Who's Gonna Steal My Virginity (4)
"But Doyoungie, what good thing happened earlier? You've been grinning non-stop."
"Hehe, something like that, kiddos."
"Kiddos my ass. Forgot you're the one with the latest birthday in our trio?"
"Gasp, was I?"
"Here we go again. You bitch."
"Again...? Ban Do-young, what the hell kind of girl were you...!"
The two girls who act like they know me so well are the best friends of Half Half Island's heroine, Ban Do-young. Choi Sa-hyung, with her curly brown hair that suits her friendly vibe, calls me Doyoungie and sticks close. Yoo Hye-rang, with her sharp black bob and blunt expression, teases me like it's her job. Of course, this is my first time seeing them. They didn't appear in chapter 1. The only familiar face in this world was the protagonist, Do Ha-min.
"How'd we all end up in the same class? Isn't it wild?"
"Our middle school teachers would call it creepy. Same class again? Figures."
"Huh, so we were in the same class back in middle school too."
"What, Doyoungie? Got dementia?"
"Actually, I got reborn."
"Cut it out, that's not funny."
It's all good, though. Even if we're strangers, chatting casually like this lets us get to know each other. I pulled it off with Dad without a hitch, so blending with friends is a breeze. Plus, original Ban Do-young's personality doesn't seem too different from mine. The fact they're reacting with boredom instead of "what the hell are you saying?" proves it.
These must be my ball-busting besties here.
Ah, but girls don't bust balls—they bare their souls, so no-bra besties is more accurate. Whatever.
On the way to the auditorium with Sa-hyung and Hye-rang, I picked up more info than expected. Enough to sketch out Ban Do-young's backstory. Turns out she was called the "Goddess of Bulsago Middle" even back then, super popular at school. She got along with everyone, wide social circle, but Sa-hyung and Hye-rang were her ride-or-die duo, always glued together like now. Teachers nicknamed them the Three Musketeers in middle school. Oh, and Choi Sa-hyung: currently single. Yoo Hye-rang: has a boyfriend, two years older from another school.
"Hey, those kids from earlier."
"Oh, the one with Doyoungie."
"Seen that kid in middle school?"
"Nah, don't think so. Doesn't seem local."
Sa-hyung, Hye-rang, and Do-young were all locals who'd grown up in this neighborhood, per the setting. Not just living here—they'd torn through every corner playing, so they'd crossed paths with pretty much every peer at least once. With two out of three not recognizing him, the conclusion was obvious: not from around here. Same vibe from eavesdropping on his chat with Do Ha-min earlier. He's probably a transfer who came from afar specifically for this school. Why? To steal my virginity, duh. What else?
"Doyoungie, you know that guy?"
"Yeah, I do."
"Who is he?"
"A thief."
"Huh?"
"Haha, Doyoungie, even if he's a stranger, that's too much. Calling him a thief right off the bat just 'cause he's new?"
"I don't like that kind of prank either, even if you just hit it off."
"Right, maknae. Kekeke."
He is a thief. Virginity thief (real).
"Damn, can't be the maknae here. Let's ask him too. When's his birthday?"
"What if you're still last?"
"Whatever, I'll just call him oppa."
Do Ha-min showed up at the auditorium 5-10 minutes after us. Plenty of empty seats still, including near him.
"Hey!"
I waved at Do Ha-min, who was wandering looking for a chair. The place was noisy, so he probably didn't hear me, but thanks to Ban Do-young's killer height, our eyes met quick.
"…!"
The moment our gazes locked, shock flashed in his eyes.
"Why so surprised? Sit here."
I pointed at the chair right in front of me. Voice wouldn't carry, but the signal was clear. I'd already built goodwill. Setting up that one-on-one chat after our first meet was genius. Daughters really should listen to their dads. /Gonna sit next to you./ Declared my interest loud and clear. /Ah, wanna have sex./ Broke the ice with light humor during the silence. /Hmm, likes this stuff, huh./ Nailed his tastes, showed interest in his faves. Looking back, I did a ton in that short time. Basically gave him everything.
If I play this right, I'll be back in my world in no time.
Suddenly isekai'd into a webtoon world, in a girl's body no less despite being a guy. But as a modern guy with common sense, I know how to handle this. Tons of great study materials—books, anime, games, you name it. And they're fun, so you can't not binge. Standard way to get home from a story world: follow the original plot to the ending. Sure, some stories trap you even after, but that's future Ban Do-young's problem, not mine now.
My ball-busting buddy, a scenario writer, said Half Half Island isn't a masterpiece but solid mid-tier. Satisfied reader cravings, delivered the ending fans wanted.
Pure-love webtoon with rave reviews for its ending? Only one possibility.
What's the gold-standard happy ending for a youth pure-love one-tool webtoon? Protagonist and heroine face trials together, 'grow,' develop feelings, end up together. Some masterpieces pull risky twists for legendary status, but that wouldn't have earned Half Half Island its solid rep and clean finish.
Compared to saving the world from the demon king or avenging your master's death at the evil cult's hands...
Beating up one dude to make him do dishes forever beats pointless swordfights with randos you're not even beefing with. No life-or-death risks on the road to ending, at least. Ah, but I'm still a virgin now, so no dishes—brand new, spotless mint condition.
"What're you doing? I said sit."
"…."
"…Huh?"
Our eyes definitely met, but Do Ha-min acted like he didn't see me—no, like he was avoiding me—and plopped down way up front, several rows ahead.
"He's just gonna sit there?"
"Didn't he see Doyoungie waving?"
No, he totally saw me. That's why his face changed, why he turned away. Unless the grease on his glasses had reached full-on reality-distorting mirror levels, no way he missed my blatant signal. He bolted on purpose. The main heroine of Half Half Island, Ban Do-young's front seat. Rejected by the damn 'protagonist.' The guy who's supposed to claim her virginity.
"…Well, well."
There's a saying: "nobles wed nobles, commoners wed commoners." The lowly stick with their own. Pairing outside your station is unnatural, against the natural order. Even in modern society without formal classes, this rule holds everywhere. Drama, movies, real life—you see it all the time. "How dare someone like you touch our precious daughter..." or "That lowborn bitch hitting on our son..." Even without TV, aunties on the street shove this traditional yardstick at random couples. "What a waste for the girl..." "Guy must be loaded..." Not just romance or marriage—any frame with society or class breeds this dynamic. Schools too. Same law applies as "stick with your own kind."
That's not a place for me.
Ha-min repeated it to himself as he grabbed a seat 5-6 spots ahead of Do-young. Soon, her front row filled with guys in modified uniforms—pants hemmed short, ties loose, hair gelled to hell—stealing glances back at her, obvious even to Ha-min.
"Anyway, where to after? New karaoke by the station—4 songs for 1,000 won. Wanna hit it?"
"Can't. Boyfriend wants dinner tonight."
"'Dinner' with Hye-rangie, huh?"
"We're eating at his place tonight, so maybe."
"Damn, not denying it!"
When the conducting teacher's mic went quiet, snippets of Do-young's group's chatter drifted to Ha-min's seat. He hunched, eyes shut, ears perked—hoping it wasn't about him.
"Heard we're doing full classes today."
"Insane, normal schedule on entrance day? Middle school didn't."
"The principal's grace upon us, surely..."
"Ban Do-young, you dropping lame jokes all day now?"
…
*Sigh.*
Confirming no mention of him, Ha-min exhaled in relief, hand on chest. Good, she lost interest quick. This is right. Now he could stick to the original plan. Thank god. Really.
Ha-min stared at the auditorium floor, waiting for the ceremony to end.
"We now commence the 10th Bulsago Middle School and Bulsago High School Entrance Ceremony. Please rise for..."
It went off without a hitch, as expected. Pledge to the flag, introduce new homeroom teachers, then the principal's speech that went in one ear and out the other. Textbook entrance ceremony.
Hey, the girl behind us—Ban Do-young, right? The rumored 'Bulsago Middle Goddess.'
*Creak.*
Ha-min flinched at the boys' whispers from behind.
Looks like it. All the Bulsago Middle girls around her. Even a side-glance shows her face stands out.
First time seeing a girl where my eyes go to her face, not her rack. E... no, F cup?
Some guys already gunning for her. Heard if she hits Hongdae, scouts from big agencies'll headhunt her.
For real? She's gonna be an idol?
Dunno about that... Maybe she just doesn't care if she aces high school?
Ugh... Fine. When we get back to class, I'm snagging the seat next to Ban Do-young.
You got a girlfriend. Less than a month since she confessed.
So? Dump her. C+ at best. Want her?
*Grind.*
Strength surged into Ha-min's trembling legs—the chair slammed straight into the boys' feet behind.
"Whoa, fuck...! What the hell, punk?"
"Uh, uh...?"
A mid-ceremony "fuck" exploded. The whole school's shocked stares locked on Do Ha-min and the guy.
*Clap clap clap.*
"Do-hwang's badass as hell."
Only one girl clapped toward them, grinning at the chaos.