Backside_Of_One (2)
= If you don't do what I ask, I'll keep posting them.
"This crazy... is this bitch seriously unhinged?"
The curse slipped right out of my mouth.
"No, if someone warns you to be careful about your personal info, isn't thanking them the normal reaction? So why is she asking me to...."
My resentful grumbling dragged on. A creeping sense of futility set in.
Should I just give up trying to stop her?
At this point, does she just want to get fucked by anyone at all?
Just as I was thinking about washing my hands of the whole thing,
Ju Hana's face surfaced in my mind.
Ju Hana, who was so timid she could barely speak without stuttering.
Ju Hana, who marathon-watched a 64-episode anime (and it mattered) just because she wanted to get close to me.
Recalling that shy, timid face softened my heart. Sympathy born from a sense of kinship took hold. More than anything, Ju Hana was a cosplayer I had been a fan of for four years.
Cosplayer Ju Hana, who worked entirely solo.
She didn't interact with other cosplayers and barely used social media, so her identity was shrouded in mystery.
And it wasn't just some gimmicky mystique, either.
She was a cosplayer whose skill backed every bit of it up.
A pretty face, of course, but also the golden ratio of her long, stretched limbs, and even though her chest was small, her Western-style hip structure and an aura that shifted in countless ways depending on the character.
Ju Hana had drawn the attention of hardcore otaku from the moment she appeared on the cosplay scene.
Her unparalleled aura was practically on par with a professional model's, and even her outfits and props, once considered slightly lacking, had shot up in quality starting a year ago. By now, she had become something of a goddess to the hardcore otaku crowd.
And I had ended up at the same university, in the same club, as a famous cosplayer like that. Even if the circumstantial evidence pointed to her being Backside Girl Bback-sa, it was more than enough to make my otaku heart flutter.
'Hold it in. This isn't just anyone—it's Ju Hana. And she was perfectly normal when we talked face-to-face.'
Perfectly normal? She was a completely different person from when we talked via Trickster messages. Which was exactly why a part of me still wondered if I had somehow gotten the wrong person.
In the end, I mustered my patience and replied.
- Alright, tell me what it is first. Let's hear it.
I sent that.
= Send me a picture of your dick.
An instant reply came back without a trace of hesitation. I simply could not stop myself from cursing this bitch out.
- You crazy bitch.
But even when I hurled the insult,
= Send me both—flaccid and hard.
= If you don't send them, I'll keep posting. A shit-ton. I'll post on both Camta and Trickster messages.
She was relentless. She only said what she wanted to say. She was practically throwing a tantrum.
"Haah, for crying out loud. Fine, I'll send them. Goddamn dick pics."
I let out a sigh and took a picture of my dick.
After that video call jerk-off session with Areum, I thought I'd never have to point my phone at my dick again....
Damn it, at this point, is taking a few dick pics really a big deal? I was a man who'd done outdoor play and had sex in a bathroom. Actually, I didn't even have the right to feel that resentful, since I'd already seen a whole pile of Bback-sa's nude photos. To be honest, before I met Areum, I'd even used them as fap material, so let's just call this paying my dues.
'Even though I absolutely never asked her to send them to me.'
Click.
"The humiliation is fucking unreal...."
Washed over by a regret that felt disturbingly like post-nut clarity, I sent the photo.
*
In that instant, Bback-sa's eyes widened as if they were about to pop out.
"Oh! It came! It really, really came...!"
The photo had arrived from Kang Cheol-jin.
As ordered, it was two photos: one before and one after getting hard.
"Heuheh...."
She stared at the picture with her mouth hanging open like a drunk.
She did that for a long while.
It was only when the drool pooling in her mouth was about to drip that she came to her senses.
"Sssip. Cheol-jin really is big. I thought he was just bragging...."
She'd heard he was big before, but she'd figured it was the usual guy's bluff. Where's the man who admits he's small?
But the dick of Kang Cheol-jin she saw in the photo was truly big.
She even sent a follow-up message, just to make sure.
- Proof? How do I know that's your dick.
= (Photo)
= Good enough?
A verification photo came right away.
It was a picture of his dick next to a piece of paper that read 'Kkang-cheol.'
"Heuheheh. Hana scored even more."
Bback-sa smiled as if this had been her goal from the very start.
= I sent you the pics, so now stop that bullshit on Camta.
- ♥
= ;;
She didn't bother Kang Cheol-jin any further and just gazed endlessly at the dick pic.
Kang Cheol-jin's dick looked long, thick, and hard.
That was the case even accounting for the photo's angle and perspective. It was equipment far bigger than average.
About five minutes passed like that.
Bback-sa gestured into the empty air and muttered to herself.
"This big? Or this big? A little over sixteen centimeters? The thickness... hiek. I don't think I could get one hand all the way around it."
She might not look it, but her major was in a design field. Even though her grades were at the bottom, she was perfectly capable of roughly estimating the real thing from a photo.
"Long, thick, and a pretty shape. The color tone is nice too...."
She had seen countless dicks.
Well, of course she had. She was none other than the named presence of the backside scene, 'Backside_Of_One.'
For a girl who runs a backside account, it's a given that she'd get flooded with messages from guys—lust-crazed males doing whatever they could to try and have a go at her.
Among them, plenty of males sent pictures of their dicks, like peacocks flaunting their colorful feathers.
The dick pics she had received so far numbered in the hundreds. The variety was vast, ranging from average-sized ones to monster cocks that made you question if they were even human, to disgustingly grotesque custom jobs that could make you retch.
But how strange it was.
Only Kang Cheol-jin's dick caught her eye, as if it had been etched there.
She had definitely received pictures of even bigger monster cocks before, but she hadn't gotten as worked up then as she was now.
So why only for Kang Cheol-jin?
'Because I know his face?'
No, it wasn't just that.
She stared at her phone with a pounding heart, then anxiously gnawed at her lip.
'I want more attention.'
But how could she get his attention?
Should she just keep sending him nudes like she had been and, as always, just take the curses?
'It's not enough.'
That alone couldn't satisfy her anymore.
'I messed up the first step....'
Normal conversation was hard. How was she even supposed to do that?
But if she kept sending nudes, it didn't seem like he'd take her seriously. In the first place, the reason Kang Cheol-jin had unblocked her wasn't because he missed her, but because he was worried she might get in trouble over the photos she posted on Camta. Which meant it was nothing more than kindness extended because he was a nice person.
'Should I ask to meet?'
The thought suddenly surged up.
But fear followed just as strongly.
She wasn't used to talking to men—no, to people in general. More to the point, Kang Cheol-jin didn't like 'Bback-sa' very much. He probably leaned closer to outright disliking her. She was afraid of revealing herself for nothing, only to disappoint him.
After all that agonizing, the choice Bback-sa ultimately made was—
'Camta... just one more time.'
—using the community to draw aggro, just as she had always done.
*
Today, once again, I was in a university lecture hall studying. By now, it had become a complete habit, and studying in a lecture hall was more efficient than studying at home.
Then, around dawn,
I checked Camta on a whim.
"The fuck."
A curse burst out of me.
Predictably, it was because Bback-sa had appeared.
[H B J I) Just one today]
I immediately sent Bback-sa a direct message.
- Hey, what's with the photo on Camta?
- You promised you'd stop posting.
- I even took a dick pic and sent it to you. What the hell are you doing?
But no reply came.
Was she too busy on Camta to see it? There was no way this character had turned off her Trickster notifications. She wasn't actually ignoring me, was she?
Even now, countless comments were flooding onto her post.
- Wanna hit that from behind so fucking bad.
- If you're sexually frustrated, DM me. I've got a 21cm monster cock, fr
- Why only one picture today? Please just a little more ;;
- You're Bback-sa, right? The one on Trickster.
└ Yeah, that's the bitch Bback-sa. Look at the mole on her ass.
└ What's Bback-sa, you fucking weebs.
└ Trickster Backside Girl.
- Making a complete spectacle of herself. Face is probably busted as hell. Slut bitch.
└ Probably has an ironing board chest
└ You seen her, you bitch?
└ Why are you cursing at me ;; I was talking about the poster.
Even people who knew the Camta lewd girl's identity as Bback-sa were showing up. I felt like she was genuinely in danger now.
But at the same time, I also thought this:
She's gone this far, so what more could I even do? Was my worrying even meaningful in the first place?
That was when a message from Bback-sa arrived.
It was a personal Trickster message, not through Camta.
= lol I'm in the school bathroom right now.
I could tell just by looking. I wished she would just answer my question.
= (Photo)
A bathroom photo arrived. But it was different from the one she'd posted on Camta. What it showed was a men's urinal.
= If you're that worried, you can just come find me first.
= If you find me, I'll give you a handjob.
= I'll specially wait here for 10 mins lololol
I quietly rose from my seat.
Because I was worried about Bback-sa?
No. I was planning to go find her because I was fucking furious.
'You're dead if I catch you.'
I extended goodwill because I was worried about another person, and what did I get?
Now, whether Bback-sa was really Ju Hana or not, I felt like I had to cuss her out to her face to get any satisfaction.
'She thinks I won't be able to find her, doesn't she?'
Normally, the odds of not finding her would be overwhelmingly high. The Cheonggwang University campus was fairly large, and there were just as many buildings.
But I was in a state where I had already deduced that Bback-sa's identity was Ju Hana. And Ju Hana was in the Fashion Design department, and during the exam period, the open lecture halls were restricted to certain buildings per department. On top of that, if the place Ju Hana was at was a men's bathroom, then there was no problem with me entering it either.
The time Bback-sa said she'd wait was 10 minutes.
It was a tight window to get from the Digital Content department building to the Fashion Design department building.
That is, if this had been the me from before my morning runs.
My current running record was in the early 13-minute range for 3km.
Just you wait, Bback-sa.
A lesson was coming.