Chapter 2
Chapter 2
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 2
Chapter Title: Yeonsung University Goddess Han Chae-ah
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Masturbation.
A primal way for animals to satisfy their sexual urges alone.
The act of rubbing one's genitals to achieve sexual pleasure.
The self-generated release of one of humanity's three basic desires: lust.
Anyone harboring desire tends to relieve it through masturbation.
No matter that lust is one of humanity's core drives, it's still true that its pull is weaker compared to hunger or sleep.
Especially for women, whose urges are inevitably milder than men's.
Yeah.
"I wanna jerk off!"
Words like that were crude, the kind bursting from hormone-fueled teens drowning in puberty.
Middle schoolers, high schoolers.
Thoughts straight out of kids overflowing with curiosity and youthful vigor.
Not something you'd expect from a girl so stunning she commanded attention at the heart of university life.
Yeah. At least, I never imagined Han Chae-ah saying it.
Han Chae-ah, the ex-model with over 50,000 followers, the goddess worshipped across Yeonsung University.
Countless guys desperate to get close to her, panting like dogs in heat.
If she wanted, she could pick any man she pleased.
In the food chain of campus life, she sat squarely at the top.
And her image at school?
"Chae-ah seems like she'd survive on dew alone, right? Like she moisturizes with morning mist or something."
"Chae-ah doesn't even swear."
"Anyone but her—she's not the type to curse."
Pure and innocent.
Not just because of her beauty.
Her past as a model.
Her present as Yeonsung's goddess.
Never dozing in class, always turning in flawless assignments.
Top grades earning scholarships, plus taking on freshman class rep duties in her first year—her diligence was legendary.
Everyone saw her as the perfect woman.
The epitome of pure innocence.
Not a single blemish in sight.
That was Han Chae-ah.
And yet, this same Han Chae-ah had...
A Stargram—no, Sexgram account loaded with vulgar profanity.
'This... am I seeing things?'
I never dreamed her inner thoughts ran this wild.
"Let's all have a great year together. This one's gonna be fun too."
Her voice rang sweet as she smiled at the other students—no trace of that edge.
'You really can't judge a book by its cover.'
I was still reeling from her masturbation post when...
Reading those desire-drenched words spilling across the feed, I couldn't help glancing at Han Chae-ah.
She was still chatting and laughing with her friends.
"I've got a ton of major classes this semester—disaster. Hope the profs go easy on assignments."
Perfectly casual with her friends.
No smartphone in hand.
No time to post, anyway.
Not the kind of thing you drop in front of friends live.
I checked her Sexgram account.
Looked no different from a regular Stargram at first glance.
Dozens of photos and posts stacked below that fresh masturbation craving.
Some with pics attached, but...
The screen blocked them entirely.
Most posts were locked away.
'What the...'
All I could see were her brand-new posts.
A new message popped up, like it read my mind.
Only the last hour, huh.
I eyed the horde of private posts.
A staggering volume, one almost every day.
'Wonder what's in there.'
Trashy words unbelievable from that pure girl.
And she kept posting, even chatting with friends.
'How's she doing it?'
No phone in sight.
Who knows—those privates might be even raunchier.
'Guess that's the account for her.'
Heard about secret Twitter alts for dumping desires.
Unlike Stargram, no personal info tying back to you.
One of those "degenerate alt" types?
Was Han Chae-ah secretly venting her lusts on a burner?
Right as the doubts hit...
A translucent system window floated up.
It denied any comparison to degenerate alts, tone sharp and indignant.
Terminals expressing inner desires.
That explained why it wasn't like degenerate alts.
Alts toss your filth into the public void for random strangers—lowly, per the system.
Sexgram just reveals the human psyche's hidden lusts.
Now it clicked how Han Chae-ah posted without her phone.
No phone needed.
When her desires surged strong, they materialized as feeds like this.
Real-time outburst from her psyche.
Bored in that group, it leaked out.
Her desire's record, visible to me via Sexgram.
Chatting normally while thinking that inside? Wild.
'Not like some horny middle schooler.'
Fundamentally different.
The message carried a hint of cheer.
Sex-Need-Service?
Service for folks who need sex?
What rewards?
Ouch, stabbing with facts.
Yeah.
I had dreams too.
Sweet pink campus life with a girlfriend, that vibe.
But reality's a bitch.
Once your image tanks, department life? Forget it.
Lucky to graduate solo.
That possible?
A system granting mind-reading powers out of nowhere.
Not impossible, I figured.
Finally, my shot at pink-tinted love?
Penalties?
Hold up.
"What?!"
The words burst out involuntarily.
Felt eyes swarm my sudden shout.
"Uh, uh... class soon, call you later."
Pretended an earbud call, fiddling awkwardly with my ear.
Gazes drifted away; I checked the system message.
Fail quests or desires? Die. All fancy-wrapped.
'You messing with me?'
Son of a...
Fine. Check the quest.
Ask About Panties 0/1
Insane.
Honestly, I didn't buy it.
Accounts popping up was wild, but who swallows that whole?
Peek desires, fulfill for love? Fail and die?
Ridiculous.
Not some webnovel—how?
So I skipped the quest.
"Guhhh..."
And paid the price.
Heart crushed in a vise.
Breath choked off, sweat pouring like rain.
Like an invisible giant clenched my heart.
"S-save..."
Voice wouldn't come.
[Quest not completed within 24 hours.]
[Initiating warning protocol.]
Popped up the second I woke; I clutched my chest and collapsed.
'Gonna die.'
This'd actually kill me.
Fuck, why die like this?
Never even had sex.
Don't wanna croak a virgin.
If dying, at least bang once first!
Head spinning.
Then...
Pain vanished from my heart.
Thump-thump.
Heart raced.
"Puha!"
Finally breathed.
"Hah, hah."
Panting ragged, I saw...
Ask About Panties 0/1
[Exceeded 24 hours: Additional condition applied.]
📍 Additional: Hear Today's Panties Color 0/1
📍 Target: Sexgram Follower Han Chae-ah
Ask Yeonsung's goddess her panty color today—and get an answer?
Shit you'd whisper anonymously online, straight to her face?
But no way I wanted that agony again.
Brushed death's door.
Chest crushed, breath stolen—horror.
This system could kill me however.
Again? Hell no.
"Fuck... fine. Just ask, right."
Manly Kim Jinwoo: Day he became Korean Lit's official creep.
Straight to campus.
'Die now or later, same diff. Let's roll.'
Marched on.
Not dying for this.
Cause of death: Sexgram.
No way my life ends like that.
'Find Han Chae-ah first.'
Major class soon; Humanities Hall lecture building, bound to spot her.
There—Han Chae-ah heading to the building, far off.
Luckily alone.
Doesn't commute with crowds, looks like.
Bored expression as she walked.
Silent, yet stood out in the throng.
No wonder 50K followers.
Spotted her, grabbed her wrist—no hesitation.
"Han Chae-ah."
Action pure impulse.
Future held only Lit Dept infamy anyway.
No need for politeness thinking ahead.
Stop here? Death.
Full throttle, no brakes—my fate.
"S-sunbaenim?"
She recognized me.
Yeah.
Get a good look.
Today's the day Korean Lit crowns its creep king.
Ah, those sparkling eyes—heartache from before twinged again.
"What panties you wearing today?"
"...Pardon?"
Answer.
No time, lady.
Wasted 30 minutes hunting you.
No answer? I die.
So...
"Panties—what color?"
"..."
"You bitch, answer me?"
Hic.
I stared straight into her shocked eyes.
Answer.
No words? I die, get it?
Face flushing, Han Chae-ah parted her lips.
"S-sky blue..."
Hearing it, relief washed over me—deep sigh.
Lips finally curled up.
Fuck, lived.
Yeonsung—no, Korean Lit's top creep, but survived.
"Thanks."
Patted her shoulder, walked off.
No trash justifying trash acts.
He didn't know.
Han Chae-ah stood frozen, watching his back until he vanished.