Chapter 22
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 22
Chapter Title: The Festival Has Started
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“I didn’t notice last time, but there are more customers than I thought?”
I headed to Seoyeon's café for a consultation after my romp with Soyoung.
Lee Seoyeon brought over some coffee and sat down across from me.
“The first time you came, Jinwoo, it was during our break time. Our café always gets a ton of customers.”
Come to think of it, there was even a part-timer working today.
“Ah, so business must be booming normally?”
“Of course. With an owner as gorgeous as our boss? It’s only natural, right?”
...She said it with the most shameless grin.
But sure enough, the place was packed with mostly male customers.
From young students to middle-aged guys.
All of them sneaking glances at Seoyeon.
“So, Jinwoo, what brings you here so suddenly today?”
“Ah, I had something I wanted to ask.”
Seoyeon swept her long hair back and looked at me.
Her tied-up style suited her, but the loose straight hair did too.
“What’s on your mind?”
“Just... ahem! I’ve been worrying about pregnancy.”
“Oh? Did you get someone pregnant, Jinwoo?”
“......Very funny.”
Seoyeon wore a playful smile, like she already knew everything.
Of course she did—she had access to all my transaction history.
I told her about creampieing Yoon Soyoung in the convenience store the day before.
“It said creampie possible, so I just went for it inside, but now that some time’s passed, I’m starting to worry...”
“That you might’ve knocked her up?”
“......Yeah.”
Lee Seoyeon was struggling to hold back a laugh.
This woman. I’m being serious here!
“You’re so cute, Jinwoo.”
“What is?”
“Ah! It reminds me of the old days.”
Seoyeon chuckled for a moment before continuing.
“When I first slept with my boyfriend, I worried about the same thing. What if I got pregnant? Even though we used a condom properly.”
“Ah... I see.”
Got it.
“Even though I knew we’d taken precautions, pregnancy was all I could think about for a whole month. I just waited anxiously for my next period.”
This woman casually shared her first-time story with a straight face.
Was she just honest, or super laid-back?
“When my period finally came, I was so relieved and happy! It’s probably the only time women ever look forward to their periods.”
Yeah.
Thanks for the wisdom.
At this rate, she’d just keep talking about herself, so I cut her off.
“When I make a payment, is there a chance the seller could get pregnant?”
“Of course. That’s what the app was made for—getting people pregnant.”
...Right.
That was the whole point.
“But to answer your question, no need to worry for now.”
“Why not?”
“Your transaction history clearly said creampie possible, didn’t it?”
“Yeah, it did.”
“Hehe. Sperm Pay scans the seller’s biometric signals when it detects them in its magnetic field range. That data gets sent to HQ, and it assesses their current condition.”
Seoyeon said it proudly, her face beaming with company loyalty.
“It measures everything—the seller’s arousal, their fondness for the buyer, all factors—to make the final call on the transaction.”
“All that just from being near the phone?”
“Yep. Now do you see how amazing the app you’re using is, Jinwoo?”
“No, with tech that advanced, why pair it with this crappy retro phone...”
“Mm-mm!! Sorry about that!”
So she admitted the non-Sperm Pay features sucked.
“Anyway, ‘creampie possible’ means it’s safe to finish inside without pregnancy risk.”
Right.
Now I could relax.
“Looks like the convenience store girl hit a safe day.”
Seoyeon flashed a knowing smile.
Of course she knew exactly who I’d been with and what I’d done.
“So if it says creampie not possible, that means high pregnancy risk for the seller?”
“Exactly. So always pull out right before you cum and finish outside.”
She said “dick” so casually with that innocent face.
I still wasn’t used to it.
“The app was made for procreation and childbirth, so once it’s officially released, you can creampie to your heart’s content. But it’s still in clinical trials, right? Don’t go knocking up every womb you see.”
“Got it... I’ll be careful.”
I stood up to leave.
Come to think of it, she hadn’t said a word about my virginity loss today.
“Um... you’re awfully quiet today.”
“Huh? About what?”
“You know, your usual comments.”
“Oh!”
Seoyeon tugged down the collar of her shirt, flashing a bit of cleavage with a grin.
“Purple today!”
...Yeah.
Appreciated, but...
I figured she’d make a huge fuss about my successful pussy sex.
Her chill reaction felt off.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Hehehe. Take care on your way home!”
My energy was getting completely drained.
I hopped on the subway and hurried back home.
When I reached my studio apartment entrance, there was a flower basket sitting in front of the door.
Huh? What’s with the flowers? For me?
I opened the card attached.
-Congrats! Jinwoo’s Pussy Sex! Celebrating your true virginity loss! -Lee Seoyeon.
......Of course.
She wasn’t one to let it slide easily.
“Must be the school festival tomorrow. Things are already getting chaotic.”
“Yeah.”
I’d come to campus for afternoon classes, but they got canceled.
Too many people skipping for festival prep, so the prof called it off.
Everyone’s busy with festival stuff.
Looking down while smoking a cigarette, I saw people hustling.
Some setting up stages, others already in their department T-shirts.
“What’s our department doing, anyway?”
“Something weird like an adults-only bar concept at a tavern? They’re putting the freshmen in bunny girl outfits.”
Did I hear that right?
“What? Bunny girls?”
“Yeah. Bunny girls.”
Were they really serving booze in bunny outfits at a school festival?
The world must’ve changed since I did my military service.
“Is that even allowed? Won’t they get flak for being too sexy?”
I hadn’t pegged the student council president that way.
Smart guy.
“Dude, college festivals are cutthroat now. It’s all about competition.”
Jinsu was hyped, blabbing away.
“Back in the day, they’d just set up a basic tavern and sell drinks to friends. But now outsiders flock in, so you gotta lure ‘em.”
True enough.
Student councils booked popular singers, drawing crowds from outside, which skyrocketed tavern sales.
So departments got competitive pulling in customers, and bunny girls were born.
“Other departments have nurse outfits and bikinis. Vanilla won’t cut it anymore. Bunny girls are tame by comparison.”
Nurse outfits with bikinis?
Gotta check that out.
“And imagine gathering everyone, cooking up a storm, prepping everything... only for zero customers. That’d suck.”
“Fair point.”
If everyone else was hustling and we played it safe with no outsiders, we’d look pathetic.
“That’s why. Who’s wearing the bunny girl outfits? All the freshmen?”
“Nah, they held auditions. Council pres is sharp.”
According to Jinsu, they recruited volunteers, selected from them, and paid hourly to those serving in bunny girl getups.
“Heard Hana noona’s serving in one too?”
“What?? A senior?”
Hana noona?
No way a fourth-year does bunny girl serving at a festival.
“Council pres is her classmate. They’re tight.”
The president and Hana noona were in the same year.
He must’ve asked, and she couldn’t say no.
“Who else in our department has her looks? I’d beg her too.”
“...Yeah, true.”
Hana noona in a bunny girl outfit.
Highly anticipated.
As I stubbed out my cig and stood, someone poked my shoulder.
“Senior Jinwoo!”
It was Jo Ayoung.
Rocking a ‘90s-style headband today.
Should look tacky, but her fresh newbie vibe made it work.
“Hey, Ayoung. Heading to class?”
“Yep! But Senior, do you even check your messages? I sent a bunch.”
She messaged me?
I hadn’t gotten any.
Jinsu chimed in to Ayoung.
“Oh! Ayoungie. Jinwoo’s phone is the worst piece of junk—messages barely go through. I’ve sent a few that never got read, so I just text him instead. He replies to those.”
Ah, that explained all the texts lately.
“Send one now. It’ll arrive by graduation.”
“Oh, gotcha. I thought you were ghosting me ‘cause you hated me. Kinda freaked me out!”
Jo Ayoung was the hottest freshman when she enrolled.
Hooked up with a classmate right away, broke up quick, and now avoided department stuff entirely.
Her ex is the freshman class rep. Tough to hang around.
Ayoung said,
“Starting tomorrow, I’m doing club activities, so come check it out!”
“You’re in a club?”
“Yep! Council pres said it’s fine to just stick to club stuff during festival.”
No bunny girl for Ayoung, then.
Jinsu looked disappointed.
“Ayoung, what club?”
“Pilates club.”
“Pilates?”
“Yeah! You can try a session if you come. I’ll teach you myself—promise you’ll come!”
Got it.
Very wholesome club.
Nothing like departments hawking booze in skimpy outfits.
“Sounds nice. Other taverns are all booze fests, but yours is fresh.”
“Ahaha... We sell booze too.”
“Huh? Didn’t you say experience sessions?”
“Pilates demos on one side, booze on the other. We matched with skin-tight leggings.”
......Not so innocent after all.
“Anyway, you have to come! I’ll give you a private lesson, Senior!”
“Uh... sure. I’ll see if I can make it.”
“Okay! See you later, Senior!”
Ayoung bowed and scampered off to her classroom.
Jinsu was glaring daggers.
“What? Why the look?”
“Sigh... Lately, everything pisses me off. Weird vibe.”
“What?”
“Something’s up. No clue what, but it’s annoying as hell.”
I got what Jinsu meant.
Come to think of it, chatting with girls lately felt effortless.
All thanks to Sperm Pay?
“You spraying some secret pheromone cologne behind my back? Girls are way too friendly with you lately. Makes me jealous as fuck!”
“What bullshit.”
“Share if you got some! I’m dying here!!”
The festival started tomorrow.
I felt a thrill thinking about how to use the app.