Same Major Junior
Lee Minho entered the lecture hall to attend his first class in the same major.
He arrived just before the lecture was about to start and sat in one of the empty seats.
Just in case he might know a familiar face, he looked around. Although he had spent his freshman year like an otaku, he didn't know any faces from the same department. Even though the world had changed, people hadn't completely changed, so their faces should still be there, right?
But there wasn't a single familiar face in the lecture hall.
Well, it couldn't be helped. It was a common required liberal arts class, so students from various departments had probably gathered here.
People were quite a few, though.
When he looked around, he saw groups of people who seemed to know each other chatting noisily. They were probably the ones who had applied to take the class together.
Actually, there was a bit of a commotion here.
And the source of that commotion was immediately clear when he heard the professor's explanation after entering the lecture hall.
"This semester, for the Understanding of Movies mid-term exam, we'll assign scores based on presentations with groups of two people each."
What? This can't be... group projects??
Hah... If it's group projects, isn't that the representative example of why communism failed? Weird stories that often appear on the internet flashed through his mind.
Ah, this is a required liberal arts, so I can't drop it...
Thankfully, it's two people per group... That increases the chance that no one will try to freeload.
"I can assign the groups myself, but students forming groups with people they want to work with would be more efficient, right? Please form pairs and write them on the list in front of you."
Ah... Even worse. For otakus like him, forming groups with people you want to work with is a nightmare.
Especially since he didn't know anyone here. Now that he thought about it, it made sense why people were gathering with people they knew. They were probably trying to pair up with comfortable people.
Following the professor's words, people started moving around and forming pairs.
Ah... Damn it, who should I pair with? He turned his head around, and one person caught his eye. Among the busy people forming groups, there was one sitting quietly alone.
Oh, an otaku like me? From the way she's dressed, it seems the groups are almost all formed.
At the end, the professor would call the people who couldn't form groups and randomly assign them, so picking one person now was better.
He walked over to the person sitting quietly.
"Excuse me?"
The person who was sitting quietly startled when he spoke and looked up.
Wow, from a distance I didn't notice, but she's quite pretty. Long black hair flowing down, and skin as white as snow. The white headband she's wearing matches her white skin perfectly.
What's more surprising is the overwhelming figure that can't be hidden by clothes.
This person... has an incredibly large chest. What is this? I've never seen such size in reality. Even the smallest movement makes her chest jiggle when I speak. She has a chest the size of a watermelon.
"Yes, yes? Why... why are you... asking?"
She answered in a very tense voice after he spoke. With a completely frightened expression.
She looks like I came to hit her. Why is she like this?
"Do you have someone you paired up with?"
"Me, me? There's no way... someone like me, a pig..."
Pig? What? This person has an incredibly large chest, but she doesn't look fat at all? Her clothes look loose because of the chest, but just looking at her face, she doesn't give off the image of a pig.
Anyway, that's not important.
"Then, will you be in the same group as me? I don't know anyone here."
"W-what? Eh..."
His words were met with an uneasy reaction from her. As if he had said something he shouldn't have.
"You really want to be in the same group with me?"
"I came to do that? If you don't want to, say so."
Just as he was about to turn around thinking he might not be wanted, she shouted loudly.
"N-no!! I want to!!"
The voice was loud enough for everyone in the lecture hall to hear, and all eyes focused on them. She realized what she had done and became embarrassed, her once white face turning bright red.
There were whispers from the surroundings, but he didn't care and took her forward to write the department and name on the group list.
When he saw the name she wrote, it was Park Hyeji. Park Hyeji... a name he didn't have in his memory.
And even more surprising... Hyeji was a junior from the same major.
Because it was a required liberal arts, he met a student from the same major here. That means there might be other same major students among them.
Once the group formation was over, the professor started the class and they returned to their seats.
The first class didn't cover any new material as per custom, so he explained how the class would proceed and ended.
When everyone was laughing and leaving the lecture hall, he approached Hyeji again.
"Since we decided to be in the same group, how about exchanging numbers? Ah, since you're the senior, you can speak casually, right?"
"Eh... y-you can do as you like... it's fine..."
The Hyeji so far has shown no confidence and often looks anxious, carefully watching his eyes.
Is she worried about the "pig" he mentioned earlier? After storing each other's numbers, he asked once.
"But why did you call me a pig? You don't look fat at all."
Usually, women don't look fat to men, but sometimes they say they are fat themselves. Is he not understanding something?
Ah! This is a gender-reversed world... maybe related to that?
When he heard his words, Hyeji's expression was startled. As if he had said something he shouldn't have.
"Well... if you see my chest, you'll know... it's so plump..."
"Hmm... is that so? I don't think so."
Of course, the large chest is acknowledged, but no matter how you look, it's not a fat figure. It's just an extremely disproportionate chest.
As he walked to the next class, he checked the internet on his phone...
In this world, if you have a large chest, you're considered fat.
No wonder.
Why is having a large chest called a pig!
A world that doesn't know the shape of a busty woman... how pitiful.
People live in this world as they wish. But there is one thing they cannot choose for themselves.
That is appearance.
Recently, they say science and technology have developed a lot, and many do plastic surgery, but they still can't choose the foundation as they wish.
Among them, there are those who are blessed and those who are cursed.
And I belong to the cursed side.
This damn watermelon-sized chest.
Since I was young, I was a bit uneasy because my mom's chest was particularly large, but it became hereditary and I started having large breasts too. From that time on?
My nickname became Pig Park. In middle and high school, I was teased as a pig without regard to gender. Luckily, I had a 'close friend' so I was fortunate. If not, I wouldn't have been able to endure...
I thought maybe it would change when I entered university, but my life didn't change much.
Some people make CC and cling to each other as couples, but I live a life completely unrelated to such dream-like stories.
With a large chest hanging, who would a man come to?
Just study hard, get good grades, and get a job at a large company. Maybe? If you have money, a handsome man might come?
Well, I don't know who would like a fat pig with large breasts.
After finishing the gloomy freshman year and becoming a sophomore, I went to take the required liberal arts class.
And I heard unbelievable news from the professor.
What? Two people per group? Taking the exam as a group project wasn't in the syllabus? At that moment, I was in a state of meltdown.
Who would want to be in a group with a pig like me. This is really ruined.
"Excuse me?"
Then suddenly, a male voice startled me. It was the first time a man had spoken to me in my life. Even fake religion people who try to recruit me don't talk to me?
"Yes, yes? Why are you... asking?"
Uwaaaaa! Too flustered, I couldn't speak properly. Or rather, maybe this was the first time I had properly conversed with a man?
But the next words from the man surprised me even more.
"Do you have someone you paired up with?"
"Me, me? There's no way... someone like me, a pig..."
"Then, will you be in the same group as me? I don't know anyone here."
"W-what? Eh..."
What? What's going on? He said he wants to be in the same group with me? Is this a hidden camera?
"Eh...? You really want to be in the same group with me?"
"I came to do that? If you don't want to, say so."
At that moment, the man turned around and tried to go somewhere else. Eh, eh? Is this real? He really wants to be in the same group with me?
At that moment, I couldn't help but shout loudly.
"N-no!! I want to!!"
Ah! Damn it. Everyone in the lecture hall was staring at us. My face felt like it would burst from embarrassment.
But the man didn't care about the gaze and took me forward to write the name on the list.
What? I really... became in a group with a man? This isn't a hidden camera?
After that, the class proceeded, but nothing entered my mind. Only the fact that I became in a group with the man was filling my head. Moreover, the fact that the man came directly to me was an even more surprising point.
No, the surprising point didn't end there. How could I think that the man from the same major senior would...!!
He said his name was Lee Minho, right?
Even in my unreal state, if I told my close friend, he would definitely say it's nonsense.
I thought that was the end, but after class, Senior Minho came to me and asked to exchange numbers.
"Since we decided to be in the same group, how about exchanging numbers? Ah, since I'm the senior, you can speak casually, right?"
"Eh... y-you can do as you like... it's fine..."
The day my number from a man is saved in my phone... my life really seems long and full of events. But then, Senior Minho said something unbelievable.
"But why did you call me a pig? You don't look fat at all."
I... am not fat? What is this talk.
This is really sarcasm to tease me, right? No matter who looks, if they see my chest, they would think I'm a pig.
But I don't look fat?
"Well... if you see my chest, you'll know... it's so plump..."
I really don't want to say it with my own mouth... This really can't be helped, no matter who looks, they would think I'm a pig.
"Hmm... is that so? I don't think so."
But looking at the senior's expression, it seems he is saying it sincerely. Is this acting? Is this attitude, which denies the world's obvious common sense head-on, really acting to feed me to the world?
But even if it's empty words, saying I'm not fat made me feel good.
I looked at the senior's number saved in my phone and smiled happily.
There is a day like this for me. The day a man's number other than my dad's is saved in my phone!!
"Ah, you said you're a sophomore? Next class for me is Electronic Engineering, do you happen to be the same?"
Upon thinking, the senior said he returned to school this year as a sophomore... so our years are the same!?
Just in case, we compared each other's schedules.
Then, except for a few liberal arts, we found that the major classes we take with this required liberal arts are the same.
"Ah, then it's good. I forgot a lot about school and major after returning, so can we hang out together?"
Eh... hanging out with a man...
This is a dream!