Chapter 5
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 5
Chapter Title: Pay for the Tattooed PC Bang Girl with Sperm Pay. (1)
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After culture class, I headed to my major lecture.
On the way, I stopped by the smoking room for a quick cigarette, but Jin-su was already there.
“There you are. Your face looks wrecked again today.”
“Eh, just some stuff came up.”
I stuck a cigarette in my mouth and took a long, deep drag.
Sperm Pay.
With an insane invention like this in my hands, was there another idiot out there hesitating like me?
I'd blown most of my limit on clumsy screw-ups and failed to lose my virginity.
The limit would refill next month, sure.
But what could I even buy with 30,000 won? Just thinking about it made me sigh.
“What’s eating you? Why the sudden mood?”
“Nah, nothing.”
Jin-su.
This guy was still a virgin too, right?
I'd heard some dudes bragging about sex even if they never dated.
“Hey. Not that it'd ever happen in a million years or anything. But just hypothetically, you know?”
“Yeah? What?”
“Just hypothetically asking, but... you ever been with a girl?”
“What??”
Jin-su grinned.
“Puhahaha! Dude, something's definitely up with you! Is that why you've been looking like you ate shit?”
“No! So, have you or not?”
“Hahaha!”
“What.”
“Of course not, virgin.”
“Yeah. Figured as much.”
Jin-su slung an arm around my shoulder.
“Hey! But who am I, huh? You know non-daters are pros at this love stuff, right?”
Yeah, right.
“You're dying to hook up with Hana noona, aren't you?”
“You asshole!”
“Whoa, whoa. I get it! Honestly, her boyfriend seemed kinda lame anyway.”
“You actually met the guy?”
“Yeah. Remember when you said you were heading to the police station? I tagged along with Hana noona.”
Oh.
The day her boyfriend rounded up a bunch of kids to show off.
“Dude was all show-off in every little move, pretending he wasn't that guy. Total poser acting cool.”
Whatever.
“You seem way better than him. Like, by a factor of two.”
“What?”
“Your looks are hopeless overall, but hey, plastic surgery fixes that.”
Oh, really.
“Uh... first off, we'd fix this, and here, and this... and that over there.......”
He's messing around.
“Anyway, it's bad all over, but still! Better than that guy. If you're getting surgery, make some real money first.”
...Should I kill him?
“Hey. And I don't even like her that way.”
“Then stop making it obvious. Or pick a new target. Hana noona's way too popular anyway.”
I said I don't like her.
Does this guy even listen?
“I'm popular?”
“!!!”
Hana noona was standing right behind us, laughing.
“No! Haha! Senior, what brings you to this smoky hellhole?”
“Vending machine's here?”
Noona fed some coins into the machine and got a drink.
“You guys want one?”
“Hahaha. No, we're good.......”
“Am I really that popular?”
Noona beamed.
Watching Jin-su squirm, it was clear he had a bad case of pretty-girl jitters too.
“Aw! Senior, you're the goddess of our school! Yep! Hahaha!”
“Really? Hmm. No idea.”
Noona glanced at me with a sly smile.
“Names so similar, and you two stick together!”
“Uh... yeah, something like that?”
“Cute. Catch you later!”
Once Hana noona was out of sight, Jin-su finally let out a huge sigh.
“Whew... I was scared shitless. For real.”
“You moron.”
“She didn't catch the ‘wanna do her’ part, right?”
“That's why you gotta watch your mouth, idiot. Why say shit you couldn't in front of her?”
“Ungrateful jerk. I was just trying to cheer you up!”
Jin-su latched onto me.
“Hey! Get off. I'm swearing off guys for a bit.”
“Huh? Since when were you close to them?”
“Just know it.”
“So girls are fine?”
What kinda question is that?
“After class, come somewhere with me.”
Class ended, and the place Jin-su dragged me to was a PC bang right by school.
I figured it'd be somewhere impressive.
“You hate games, and you wanna hit a PC bang?”
“Just wait a sec.”
Jin-su sat down and glanced around.
I booted up the computer.
‘Wow, check out the crud on this mouse. Keyboard's greasy as hell. Do they ever clean?’
“Dude, why's this PC bang so filthy? Specs don't even look that great.”
“Yeah, it's kinda like that here.”
Snack bags littered the floor under the chairs, and the boss must've been skimping on electricity 'cause the room was stuffy hot.
“And why's it so damn hot? AC's the lifeblood of PC bangs. It's still April, and sweat's dripping down my back.”
“But no empty seats, right?”
Wait.
True.
“What's the deal? Why's this dump so packed?”
“Here she comes!”
The part-timer showed up—tats all over her arms and legs, hair bleached blonde—carrying a tray of ramen.
As she passed, her perfume hit harder than the ramen smell.
“Hot, right?”
No, I wanna kill you.
“Dude, you dragged us to this sweatbox just to ogle the part-timer's face?”
“Hey!”
Jin-su looked around and said,
“You think all these people came to this shithole to game? Nah, they're here for her.”
The tattooed girl delivered the ramen and passed by us again.
She wore a tight black crop top up top and white dolphin pants below.
Her outfit showed off her killer curves.
‘Are those real boobs? Too damn big.’
“Crop tops aren't supposed to hug like that, right? Usually baggy and hip?”
“Girls with big tits wear 'em tight. Otherwise, they look fat!”
Smartass.
Watching her from behind,
the thin white dolphin pants made her panty lines crystal clear.
“...Ahem!! Well, not bad.”
“Right?”
Jin-su grinned smugly.
“No, but seriously. You into that style? Gives me PTSD.”
Just like the delinquent chicks in school uniforms smoking in alleys back in the day.
Scary as hell.
“She's pretty, but kinda intimidating up close.”
“Yeah. A little scary.”
Jin-su said,
“My deskmate in class looked just like her.”
Co-ed school?
Didn't expect that.
“She hung with the cool guys, acting all tough like she was hot shit. Honestly, terrifying to look at.”
“Yeah. So why you drooling over her type?”
“Even sitting next to her, I barely talked. She'd just use me to show off to the class, treating me like a pushover.”
I get it.
“Sometimes she'd pull out her makeup, smear it on my face, doodle, mess around.”
Get it, get it.
“One time, she got super close outta nowhere and started slathering her tint all over my lips. Turned me on hard.”
Okay, that's new.
“My first love.”
“What??”
Jin-su suddenly looked all wistful.
“Anyway! From now on, watch the master closely. Don't miss a thing—learn with your eyes!”
Jin-su tapped the order menu on the screen.
Then ordered an Americano.
The tattoo girl came over.
“Here's your coffee.”
Jin-su waved her off lazily.
“Ah. Just set it down anywhere.”
She placed the coffee down all dainty-like.
As she bent over, her massive tits swayed and jiggled wildly.
Jin-su sneaked a side-eye peek, then flashed me a grin.
‘What the hell am I supposed to do about it??’
Jin-su called out to the retreating tattoo girl.
“Excuse me!!”
“Yes?”
“The straw's got a ‘hole’ in it or something. Pretty big ‘hole,’ water's leaking everywhere. Bring a new one without a ‘hole’!”
“Sure.”
...What an idiot.
“How was that?”
What do you mean how? You psycho.
Jin-su beamed triumphantly.
“Spitting lewd lines at the tattoo girl, bossing her around like a servant—doesn't that just thrill you to the bone?”
What a guy.
How does a loser like him even think of this stuff?
She probably does way worse with her boyfriend at night anyway.
“So, bossing around a part-timer who looks like your first-love delinquent gets you all hot and bothered?”
“Yeah. Jerk off at home's drenched.”
“Hey, I've been thinking this for a while.”
“What?”
“You transfer from S University to here, right? Be honest. Dean's your buddy, so you down-supported on purpose?”
Dead serious.
Genius and idiot are separated by a thin sheet of paper.
The way his brain twists on this stuff? Definitely not average.
Sitting in the heat for a few minutes had me parched.
“Hey. Gonna grab a coffee.”
“Coffee? Order here.”
“Nah. Hitting the bathroom. I'll get it on the way.”
“Just order it here!”
Why for anyone else?
I headed to the counter.
Packed house, but the tattoo girl was handling it solo.
Looked wiped out.
“Uh, one iced Americano please.”
She shot me a seriously pissed-off glare.
Face screaming exhaustion from all the leering dudes.
Like, just order from your seat—why come here to gawk at me?
That kinda vibe.
‘Zero interest in you. What's with the face?’
I thought to myself.
A bit scary.
“One thousand won.”
Coffee for a grand?
Dirt cheap.
‘Wait a sec.’
I pulled out a 1,000-won bill but paused.
Low amounts meant minimal acts, right? At the convenience store, one cig got me a deep kiss.
So, here? A kiss for 1,000 won easy?
I eyed the tattoo girl.
Still annoyed as hell.
‘Alright. Wonder how this cocky face pays up.’
......
Bathroom first.
“I'll pay after the bathroom.”
“Okay. Go ahead.”
Quick business in the stall.
No clue if it'd land a kiss, but she'd settle leisurely.
Stepped out and back to the counter.
She was still making the coffee.
‘Huh??’
What the hell is she doing?
This wench swept her hair behind her ear so it wouldn't get wet, then hawked a loogie right into my coffee.
“Jurgle. *Ptui!*”
Massive glob. Then she plopped back down.
I approached the counter.
“Excuse me.”
“Yes?”
The tattoo girl sat there, legs crossed, fiddling with her phone, glancing up at me.
Circle lenses made her eyes huge and intimidating.
“No, that... the coffee!!”
“Yes.”
She wiggled her crossed leg in her cheap flip-flops, eyeing me.
Scary-looking, but damn pretty for real.
Pretty-girl jitters kicking in.
“.......How much was it?”
Pathetic.
Acting like a total pushover again.
“One thousand won.”
I grabbed the coffee laced with her spit.
“This good to go?”
“Yes.”
I pulled out my phone to pay and fired up Sperm Pay.