The Burner Account Girl (2)
Today's lecture load was unusually heavy.
And through all those endless hours, I couldn't focus on a single thing.
The reason for that.
- fr real. my friend gave me the post-it.
- stick what where. what, you turned on?
- my ass is fucking gorgeous right? but what you gonna do. you'll never find me lol
- go ahead and search the clubroom all you want. like i'd be there.
Backside_Of_One.
It was because of this bastard, a.k.a. Ass, or Bback-sa as I called them.
- you a virgin? why you so worked up. find me my ass.
- don't waste your time~
- tbh i don't even go to Cheonggwang Uni.
I couldn't tell if they were provoking me to find them or begging me not to. This fucker was halfway to a split personality.
Eventually, they even sent a picture like this.
- (Photo)
- i'm actually a guy.
'Fuck?!'
I nearly hurled my phone after checking the photo. Obviously, I'd assumed it was the usual ass pic, but instead, a picture of some guy's cock arrived.
= you fuck, don't send me shitty pics like that.
Profanity erupted from me, which was rare.
- that's my dick. fucking huge right? a size your little adorable cutie can't even compare to lololol
= go fuck yourself.
- you just did lol
= thought you said you didn't have one?
- actually i do. that's my cock. balls are fucking huge too.
= send another one and you're dead. keep provoking me. if you really want to get fucked like a dog.
My language got increasingly rough. In reality, I was timid, but online, I was a hegemonic overlord—a Lü Bu who never backed down from a provocation.
But this fucker, whether out of reckless abandon or whatever, kept sending those shitty pictures.
- (Gay Pic)
- (Gay Pic)
= you piece of shit. when i find you i'll fuck that pussy raw until it's wrecked. creampie finish. beat your ass black and blue.
- lol Kkang-cheol you're cute. why's your cursing so one-dimensional.
...Goddamn. People good at swearing are the ones who've practiced it, so my profanity didn't seem to have much impact. I was a die-hard fan of the community, but I was a lurker who barely left any posts or comments.
- creampieee? too bad i don't have a pussy. and no matter how much you pound with your little cutie, i doubt it'd get wrecked?
Still, the fact that they kept insisting they were a guy made me think they were at least a little scared.
'Do they really think I'd believe they're a guy now?'
This was the same bastard who had sent hundreds of photos of the same woman's ass up until now. More than anything, hadn't they just verified their identity with a photo of their own ass and a post-it a moment ago? This bastard was 100% a girl.
Anyway, that was that.
As a man, I couldn't tolerate being told my dick was small.
= cute my ass, fucker. my dick is bigger than the pic you sent.
- [Typing a message...]
Suddenly, the reply hit a buffer.
And after all that, the best they could come up with was:
- ...really?
They were asking if it was true. What the hell, this bastard.
= what, you think it's fake? sending a tiny dick to compare.
Actually, the cock Bback-sa had sent was fairly big. Honestly, the length was longer than mine. But I was confident.
'I win on girth.'
As every man knows, the most important factor in dick size is not length but girth. The fact that condom sizes are distinguished by diameter rather than length made it obvious.
But this bastard.
- hey, is your dick really big?
- how big is it.
- my finger's probably bigger.
- if you're so sure, send a pic.
Why did they suddenly latch onto this weird point and become obsessed?
- no proof = what?
= what, so what.
- i verified too. you verify.
= you said you're a guy? why do you need verification.
- yeah that's why i sent a dick pic. that's the verification.
= why would you send a dick pic to a guy lol
= gay ass. fuck off. not replying anymore.
I planned to ignore the messages now.
Why? Because I was sick of it? No.
'Killed some time nicely.'
Thanks to this, the lecture time flew by in an instant.
"Alright, we'll end today's lecture here. Good work, everyone."
Since the lecture was over, there was no further need to reply. Because I could just go find them in person.
I quickly packed my things and said:
"Guys, let's go to the clubroom."
Seongju hyung, who was packing his bag, asked back:
"You want to go today?"
"Just to say hi. And Bam nuna seems to want us to come quickly."
"Alright, let's go. I've got to eat beef. Are we doing the club dinner right away?"
"I'll go too. I was curious anyway. I hope it's a decent place."
"Me too! I like Bam unni!"
The four of us headed straight for the club room.
*
When we arrived at the place Bam nuna had told us about, I saw a nameplate that read Toons.
On the door were posters from famous animations and what looked like self-drawn cartoon characters. Right from the entrance, the vibe of an anime club was overwhelming.
Even at this moment, my head was filled only with thoughts of Backside Girl—Bback-sa.
'What should I do if I actually meet her?'
Obviously, I couldn't just blurt out things like, 'Found you, now show me your pussy as promised.'
I didn't want to risk getting handcuffed just for a chance to fuck Backside Girl once. If they just flatly denied it, how could I even prove it?
While I was dawdling, lost in various thoughts, Seongju hyung knocked on the door.
"Anyone here?"
There was no answer.
"Looks like no one's here? Should we come back later?"
"Weird. She said she was in the clubroom."
We had contacted Bam nuna beforehand.
Deureureuk.
"Oh, it opens."
The door was unlocked. When we stepped inside, a space larger than I expected appeared.
"Whoa, what the? Didn't they say they were at risk of disbanding? The clubroom is seriously nice?"
"Right. It's more legit than I thought."
Seongju hyung and Ahn Seong-hyeon looked around the clubroom in admiration. Behind them, Areum and I also entered, and indeed, there was a reason why the two who entered first were so impressed.
"...Is this really a clubroom? How many computers are there?"
They even looked way better than the PCs we used during lectures. I checked the specs of one that was already turned on, and it was a latest model that hadn't even been out for a year.
"Insane. This is better than my computer at home?"
"W-wow. Kkang-cheol, look at this!"
When I turned to where Areum was pointing, I saw several densely packed bookshelves. She held out a comic book and said:
"Th-this is a first edition! It even has the author's signature!"
"What? Let me see too!"
It was real. A first edition, and with the author's signature too. Just in case, I pulled out other books, and most of them were first editions.
Just then, Ahn Seong-hyeon let out a startled cry.
"Whoaah! This was sold as a limited edition at SeoCo!"
"H-here too! This is a doujinshi that was famous at SeoCo too!"
Ahn Seong-hyeon and Areum kept exclaiming in admiration, practically screaming. I looked as well and my eyes flew open. This was something I'd really wanted!
"I thought I'd never see this in my life, and here it is......."
Until just last year, I was a hikikomori stuck in the corner of my room. I was a hardcore otaku of the highest order, but I never participated in external events. So comic books that could only be obtained at SeoCo were like a picture of a rice cake to me—and to think I'd see them here in the clubroom.
"SeoCo? What's that?"
Only Seongju hyung, a fashion otaku, tilted his head in confusion.
Except for Seongju hyung, the rest of us were all excitedly rummaging through the bookshelves. Not just comic books and doujinshi, but novels, hanging scrolls, and of course, all sorts of goods were lined up.
"This is the club that's supposedly on the verge of disbanding? Why?"
I couldn't understand. No matter how niche an animation club was, a setup this good should have attracted every weeb on campus.
There was something else strange too.
At some point, Ahn Seong-hyeon had wandered off to another spot. It was a place somewhat removed from the bookshelves—the otaku paradise.
Cheolkeong.
A metallic sound rang out.
Ahn Seong-hyeon examined the exercise equipment and admired it.
"Insane. This is the latest model. I want one."
"No, why is there a power rack in an anime clubroom?"
There was even a bench press, and the weight plates were assorted by weight. What the hell was this space? There was no way the school would support a mere anime club enough to buy all this.
It was while Ahn Seong-hyeon was excitedly doing pull-ups.
"Oh, you guys came! Welcome to Toons!"
Bam nuna appeared.
Bam nuna, wearing a cardigan over a dress, hopped up and down as she welcomed us. Every time I saw her, I thought the same thing—she was a nuna with the air of a daughter from a well-bred family.
'Surely Bback-sa isn't Bam nuna... right?'
The thought crossed my mind briefly, but I quickly concluded it wasn't her. That nuna was the Bback-sa who had been sending me erotic illustrations? No way.
Image-wise, she was far from Bback-sa, but more decisively, there was a huge difference in chest size. Bam nuna was a busty beauty noticeable even when wearing loose clothes.
On the other hand, Bback-sa was flat with absolutely no volume to speak of. An A cup at best. Maybe even an AA.
"Alright, everyone sign here!"
Bam nuna handed out membership application forms.
Without hesitation, we started writing our names on the forms.
But just then, a single phrase rang out.
"Oh, right. Our club has a rule."
"A rule?"
"No dating! Absolutely!"
"...Huh?"
What kind of outdated rule was that?
I looked over in surprise, and Bam nuna spoke with a gloomy expression.
"I joined the club last year. Back then, there were a lot of members, but now, there aren't any. It was all because of dating. The club went to hell."
"Ahh......."
I didn't know the details, but I could roughly guess.
Bam nuna spoke with a determined expression.
"That kind of thing won't happen this year. So no dating! Of course, it only applies within the club."
Without realizing it, I glanced sideways. And my eyes met Areum's. Areum let out a peculiar little hum, the corners of her mouth quirking up in an odd expression.
"Heung. Unni, here you go."
Areum handed in her application first.
"Keum."
I also cleared my throat for no good reason and wrote my name on the application. We weren't exactly dating. We were just closer than normal friends, that's all.
Everyone finished filling out the applications.
"Welcome, everyone! I'm Yu-bam, the president of Toons. Pleased to meet you!"
"Huh? Ah, pleased to meet you. But you were the president, nuna?"
An exchange student as the club president? That was unusual.
At my question, Bam nuna spoke with a wistful expression.
"I wasn't originally. But everyone else left. So I became the president."
"I-I see."
So it was related to the incident that blew up the club.
Soon, Bam nuna smiled brightly and said:
"How about today, everyone? Let's do a club dinner! The other members will be here soon too!"
"I'm good with that! Are you buying us beef?"
"Of course. I'll buy you whatever you want to eat. Ehem."
Bam nuna placed her hands on her hips and puffed out her chest. I barely managed to restrain my gaze from instinctively wandering there.
"Ah, just a moment. I got a message. Hmm."
Bam nuna checked her phone and said:
"Shall we go straight there? I think it'd be fine to wait at the restaurant first."
We moved to the restaurant.
'Beef, beef!'
Before I knew it, my head was filled with beef. Finally, after so long, I'd be eating something other than chicken tits. Beef, you're dead.