Chapter 37

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Translator: MadScientist

Chapter: 37

Chapter Title: Today, Yield the Payment to Your Friend

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Time had flown by, and it was already June.

Final exams would start soon, followed by vacation.

Time crawled in the military, but in civilian life, it raced like a bullet.

After class, I stepped out for a smoke when my phone chimed with a notification.

'Oh. The limit went up again.'

800,000 won a month for fun was plenty usable.

As long as I didn't blow it on item shops or weird skills, it was just right.

Speaking of which, a version update?

They said it was still in testing—maybe some beefed-up features.

I hit update.

...18 hours?

What the hell, this speed.

Damn 3G, Retro Phone.

Preview and choose? What did that mean?

Like, if I just wanted a blowjob, pick that and pay?

Not totally clear yet.

Already satisfied as is.

Would figure it out after the update.

Thud thud thud thud.

Footsteps rushing from afar.

"Senior!!"

Ayoung came running and threw her arms around me.

I felt the stares from nearby students.

"Hey, Ayoung. This is kinda embarrassing..."

"Huh? Sorry! I must be crazy. Why'd I do that?"

She looked flustered.

"Suddenly felt so happy, my body just moved on its own. Sorry, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠senior!"

No.

I'm sorry.

Probably the app.

She was dressed cute as ever today.

Her body was pretty naked, but dolled up like this, she looked even prettier.

I'd read somewhere once.

Women exude a more sultry aura after sex.

Made sense—she looked extra beautiful today.

Ayoung's body gave off a subtle, alluring sexiness.

"Class over?"

"Nah. One left."

After coming back from Seoyeon's that day, I'd checked on Ayoung out of worry.

They said HQ staff infiltrated and slipped her an emergency contraceptive.

Different ingredients from over-the-counter stuff—Yuksong's own brew, so no worries.

She seemed fine, thankfully.

"Gotcha. Still got class. Hehe."

Jo Ayoung stared right at me, beaming.

"......Class? Why stare like that."

"Hehe. Just."

Why was she acting so coquettish?

If I used Sperm Pay, I'd have to get used to it.

"Quit smoking! You're always puffing away. Kissing a smoker tastes weird!"

"......You ever kissed a smoker?"

I probed lightly.

"Huh? Wait, yeah. Haven't even kissed yet. How would I know smoker kiss taste?"

See?

That's why reality and payments got mixed up lately.

This half-baked Retro Phone.

Even after ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠suggestions wore off, she sometimes hinted at memories like that.

Still in clinical trials, I guess—no helping it.

I'd just stay sharp so no one caught on.

"Gonna head to class then. See ya later!"

"Yeah. Go on."

Ayoung headed back to the lecture hall.

A bunch of guys ogled her heels clicking away.

Didn't notice before.

But up close now, Ayoung definitely drew stares wherever she went.

And Jinsu's too, apparently.

When'd you show up?

"Whoa, scared me. When'd you get here?"

Jinsu eyed Ayoung hard, then flicked between her and me.

"What. You two."

"What?"

"Since when. That close?"

"Psh."

"Dating? Saw it all. She ran up and hugged you."

He saw, huh.

"Nah."

"Honest, man. Ayoung liking you? Nah. Pheromones or whatever?"

...Weird talk again.

"Or she's threatened. Anyway, good stuff? Don't hog."

"Had it, I'd be rich selling."

...Fair.

Sell Sperm Pay to someone, buy an island?

But anyone selling this app would be a total idiot.

Jinsu looked gloomy sucking his cig.

"Something bad?"

"Yeah. Real bad."

"What now."

"Remember that first love I mentioned?"

"That delinquent chick?"

"Yeah. Working right nearby."

"And? Why the long face. She rob you?"

"Nah. Didn't recognize at first. Face too innocent now."

Jinsu got all wistful.

"Was such a wild one, now total sweetheart. Makes sense—been years since high school."

True.

Some totally reinvent post-grad.

"I blanked, but she recognized and said hi."

"Yeah?"

"Sigh... Thought she secretly loved me despite the crap. Nah. Just pretty."

Duh.

Pretty girl bullying felt good.

"Smiled all sweet calling my name—looked so damn pretty."

"You're done for."

"Yeah. Think I like her."

Called it.

Virgins like us? One kind smile, boom—love.

I got the feeling.

"Ah, miss her already. Shoulda got her number."

Poor bastard.

"Pretty? What style."

"Sweet. Smiles nice. Kinda like Hana noona?"

Come to think, hadn't seen Hana noona around much.

"Where's Hana noona lately?"

"How you ignore girls you like. Teaching practice."

I don't, asshole.

"Teaching? Her dream?"

"Nah. Top students can go for experience. No one else wanted."

"Teacher suits her."

"She'll explode popular. Boys' high."

"What!! Boys' high?!!"

"Yup. Scared now? Confessions galore."

Confessions? Nah.

Whole school jerk off to her nightly.

Whatever.

Not her boyfriend.

What business of mine.

'Teaching practice...'

Classic boys' first love back then.

Me too.

'Age gap barely three, four years.'

Usually 22, 23 for practice.

Why'd she seem so grown-up, intimidating?

My crush teacher was super shy.

Innocent, tense—wondered if she could even teach.

She took to quiet me, like kindred spirits, was nice.

Last day, letters had her bawling.

Me too.

At home, stroking.

Wonder what she's up to now.

Her full, ample tits came to mind.

"Yo, Jinwoo. Dinner with me tonight."

"What."

"Pasta."

"Pasta? Nah, gukbap."

"No. Gotta be pasta."

"She works there? Your first love."

"Yeah. Let's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠go. Miss ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her bad."

"Ugh."

Classes done, off to see Jinsu's first love.

"Huh? Jinsu! Back again?"

...Back again?

How often did this guy come?

"Huh? Hyeji! Hey. Haha!"

Jinsu's pretty-girl stutter kicked in.

Hyeji, his first love, had a sweet face.

Didn't scream high school delinquent.

"Coming solo daily, now with a friend?"

She handed the menu and left.

"Dude. We ate together daily. When you sneaking here?"

"After you. Second meal."

Beast mode.

"Pretty?"

"Dunno. That innocent face a delinquent?"

"Swear. Shocked me too. Total image change."

Nice spot near school I'd missed.

Not pricey, but upscale vibe.

Food hit good too.

Gotta return—with someone else.

'Who though?'

Options galore.

So many girls to eat with now.

Attaboy, Sperm Pay.

"Yo. Done? Out for a smoke."

"Nah. Staying put. You go. I'll linger."

Lunatic.

"Hyeji where? Smoke if you want. I'll hold."

Hooked hard.

Out back to the smoking room.

Jinsu's first love was there smoking.

"Ah..."

"Ah. Yeah..."

Awkward.

She frowned, dragged deep.

'Damn. Innocent face, but smokes like it tastes that good.'

Pulled out my cig, lit hers first.

Smoker's courtesy.

"Hey, friend. Jinsu got a girlfriend?"

"Nope. Why?"

"Dunno. Comes daily, ghosts no chat. Curious."

What vibe was this?

Probe time.

"High school buds? Tight?"

"Nah, not super. I babied him—he was shy to approach."

"Yeah?"

"Yup. High school me? Total mess."

Hard to picture now.

"Deskmates. He hardworking, honest—total opposite. Unrequited."

Damn.

Jinsu, jackpot.

"Good guy?"

"Yeah. Sweet. Always was."

"Still into him?"

"Huh?? No way. Good-uni guy date trash like me? Ancient history. Over it."

...Too bad.

But potential there.

Back at the table.

Told him the chat, pushed confess—but Jinsu lacked guts.

Good thing though.

That transfer pass from Seoyeon's.

"Yo. That pheromone whatever. Save it for her?"

"Duh."

She seemed into it, no bf—fine, right?

"My treat today."

"What? Nah man. I invited."

"You come daily. Save cash. Gotta return."

Checked transfer use, slid phone over.

Be happy, Jinsu.

No memory after, but chemistry built—they'd figure the rest.

I shut the door behind me.

From inside, Hyeji's pleased moans leaked out.