Chapter 1
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: Wanna Film a Sex Video with Me and Sell It?
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1. Wanna film a sex video with me and sell it?
After clawing my way through the brutal college entrance exams, my admission to my top-choice university was locked in. It was early spring, and I was twenty years old.
I was buzzing with excitement for the future, lost in blissful daydreams.
'Finally, I'm a real college student... Time to make tons of cute girl friends, join clubs, drink, party. I'll go nuts to make up for all those years buried in books... Hehe.'
But thanks to my wishy-washy personality, even after the first half-year of college, I didn't properly party or study. I just wasted away.
No girlfriend like everyone else had. No wild nights out, no part-time gigs, and my grades weren't even that great.
After that disastrous first semester, my mental state was totally rocked.
'...Someone said you snag at least one of grades, romance, or clubs in college... I got zilch? What the hell have I been doing? Am I gonna half-ass my entire college life like this?'
Terrified of wasting my whole college years, I couldn't even enjoy summer break properly. I just drifted through it.
Before I knew it, summer was ending, and the new semester was a week away.
Cursing my indecisive ass, I kept killing time with meaningless days.
One day during that precious first vacation of my twenties that I was squandering—
Lying in bed, idly staring at my phone, an Instagram DM popped up.
[Hi]
[Long time no see]
'Sigh, probably spam again... Block it.'
Thinking that, I checked the profile—and bolted upright, eyes wide in disbelief.
"What...? Han Ye-jin? No way..."
Half thrilled, half shocked, I stared at Ye-jin's DM for a good while.
The reason I was so stunned? Ye-jin was my childhood friend from elementary school days. We hadn't talked once since.
Back then, we lived next door and hung out at each other's places all the time. But she moved far away before middle school, and we naturally drifted apart.
No contact for a solid six years, and now this out-of-the-blue message.
'...Wonder how she looks now... Last time I saw her, she was a total kid.'
But her profile had no pic, no posts—zero clues about her current self.
A bit disappointing, but hey, she reached out first. That still made me happy.
Being the lone wolf I am, it took me forever to craft a reply.
[Hi! Long time, Ye-jin]
[How've you been?]
'Eh, that seems chill enough...? No way she figures out this is my first time DMing a girl...'
As I sweated bullets, the "seen" notification popped up.
But after a long pause, Ye-jin's reply was... kinda out there.
[Nonhyeon-dong OO Building 1F OO Cafe]
'Huh...? What's this? Why a cafe address outta nowhere? Is she the owner? Hitting me up for promo?'
As I racked my brain with theories, she followed up quick.
[Tomorrow, noon. See you then.]
"Whoa... s-suddenly?"
The second I read it, she logged off without waiting for a reply.
I gawked at my screen, then shrugged and muttered.
"...Eh, whatever. Got nothing better to do. Long as it's not a multi-level marketing pitch."
Then I agonized over what to wear the next day.
The following day.
I'd tossed and turned all night from nerves, overslept, and scrambled to get ready. Rushing to the address Ye-jin sent, I finally made it exactly at noon.
'Huff, huff... Close one. Almost late to our first meet in six years...'
Catching my breath at the cafe entrance, I cautiously pushed the door open and scanned inside.
Figured it'd be easy to spot her with so few people—but nope, tougher than expected.
'Where's she sitting? No one looks like the Ye-jin I remember...
...Wait, no way that's her alone over there? Nah, impossible. She couldn't have gotten that hot...'
I chuckled and shook my head.
Makes sense—my memory of Ye-jin was a super average girl.
Always in thick red glasses, total tomboy vibes. Barely felt like a girl.
That was elementary school, sure, but no way she'd transformed that much.
She should've stayed the same...
But then that woman slowly looked up. Spotting me, her eyes went huge.
"...Uh..."
"...Ah."
Our eyes met, and she whipped her head away.
I froze, clueless how to take that.
After a bit, she slowly turned back. Her face was beet red under that stiff expression—worried it'd explode.
She tentatively raised a hand and waved me over. The motion was so robotic, kinda funny.
I eyed her suspiciously, thinking.
'...That wave means come here, right? No way it's really Ye-jin...? But I can't believe it...'
And why not? The woman waving at me was goddess-level college beauty. Nothing like the scrappy kid I knew.
Not just pretty—mature aura, grown-up vibe. Hard to buy as my old tomboy pal.
Still, I shuffled over to the table. As I got close, she spoke first.
"...Su-hyuk, right?"
She knew my name—no doubt, this was Ye-jin.
Even so, I had to double-check delicately.
"Y-yeah... You're Han Ye-jin, right?"
"Yeah. Sit."
She pointed crisply at the opposite chair. I yanked it out and plopped down.
For a while, we just stared blankly at each other in silence.
The quiet dragged, suffocating. Finally, I broke it, swallowing my embarrassment.
"Uh... D-did you order drinks?"
"Yeah, got yours too. Vanilla latte, right? Tall size."
"Huh...? H-how'd you know?"
I blinked in surprise. She casually adjusted her glasses.
"Went through your Instagram stories. You always get vanilla lattes at cafes. Tall size. So I ordered."
"Oh... Y-yeah, true. Impressive..."
Staring at her, faint traces of the old face emerged.
But the looks upgrade paled next to her personality shift.
This innocent kid now looked like a corporate manager.
Already tense from one-on-one with a girl after ages, plus no adapting to the new her—
I was losing it.
'Why am I even here...? What's her deal calling me...? No clue... Wanna go home...'
Head spinning on collapse's edge, a server lumbered over from afar with our drinks.
The moment they reached our table, Ye-jin blurted it out.
"Su-hyuk, wanna film a sex video with me and sell it?"
"Koff...! Cough, cough... Ack... Huff, huff..."
I choked hard—couldn't even respond.
The server, clearly hearing, froze wide-eyed, then backed away fast.
Once the fit passed, face flaming, I blinked at Ye-jin.
'...M-must've misheard...? No girl drops that on a childhood friend after six years...'
"Uh, s-sorry... Choked and missed it. Say it again...?"
She inhaled sharply, dead serious, repeating word-for-word.
"Su-hyuk, wanna film a sex video with me and sell it?"
Brain.exe stopped. No words. Soul fled—I nearly passed out for real.
As I gaped speechlessly, she sighed like she expected it, packed up, and stood.
"...Take that as a no. Bye."
She strode past me. I watched her back in panic.
As the cafe door swung shut behind her, I snapped to and bolted after.
The server called, "Sir, your drinks..." but I ignored, laser-focused on catching her.
Bursting out, she's sprinting like mad—already way ahead.
"Y-Ye-jin! Wait up! Ye-jin!"
I yelled desperately, but she kept running.
No choice—I chased full tilt.
After a wild downtown pursuit, I finally caught up.
"Huff, huff... Why're you so fast in that outfit...?"
"Haa, haa, haa..."
Ye-jin panted, head down. She'd poured every ounce of energy into it.
Slowly straightening, she glared at me, face even redder.
Lips pursed, she hissed low.
"...Why'd you follow? Nothing left between us. Bet you're thinking I'm some psycho perv anyway."
"N-no... Not like that... Misunderstanding..."
Okay, not totally wrong, but I glossed over and switched topics.
"...Anyway, let's grab a drink and talk. Why do that?"
She shot me a sharp look, glasses flash, words machine-gun fast.
"...Fine, you wanna know? I'll explain once—listen up.
First off, I'm at college in Seoul, solo living, but zero financial help from parents. Part-times don't cut it—always 20% short. Need serious side income. Then I hear this couple on OO Fans raked in billions selling sex vids. Checked it out—tons of views. Analyzed their success: technique, visuals, looks? Nah, not superior. Sole reason? No competition. Most vids are solo girls, so couple-sex seekers had no choice. Got it? They're still monopolizing. We latecomers can still grab that blue ocean.
Clear now? Why I asked you?"
I squeezed my eyes shut, then peeked open cautiously.
"G-got it, but why me...? We haven't seen each other in years... Elementary was ages ago."
She flushed, hesitated, then crisp reply.
"...Analyzed you from every angle for ages. Tastes, body, stamina, background, friends, finances. You're the perfect business partner. Satisfied?"
"Wh-when'd you analyze me that deep...?"
I yelped. She dodged my gaze, curt.
"...Don't ask dumb questions. So? Yes or no?"
She scowled coldly.
I hemmed and hawed, then really looked her over.
...Damn, she's gorgeous. I'd double-take if she passed on the street.
Would I ever cross paths with a girl this hot again? Recalling my loner first semester, slim chance.
...And most importantly, accept and I get to have sex. With my hot childhood friend.
For a lifelong virgin like me, this might be a once-in-a-lifetime shot.
'That's reason enough—why hesitate? What am I even thinking?'
Plus, I needed cash bad. Parents saw my slacker life, threatening to cut allowance next semester.
That sealed it. Eyes shut tight, shaky voice.
"I... I'll do it... Let's try..."
Her eyes bugged out, staring hard, then she spun away.
"...Good. Let's go. Time's wasting—competitors multiplying."
"H-huh...? Where...?"
I stammered, sweating buckets. She didn't even glance back, snappy.
"Where else? Motel. Can't start with outdoor for the first vid. Hurry."
Storming ahead, her ears burned bright red.