Chapter 1
Chapter 1
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: Devoured by Female Delinquents
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Up until my senior year of high school, I was pretty miserable because of the delinquents.
For some strange reason, I got targeted by the female delinquents and suffered throughout all three years.
It wasn't nothing but suffering, but anyway, it was a life with way more downsides.
After those three years of hell,
I figured graduating high school would finally put an end to my bread shuttle loser days.
Yeah... I thought it would end.
"Fuck, those bitches walk around decked out in designer gear, you know?"
"Some of 'em even drive cars. Fuck, it pisses me off so goddamn much."
Who the hell would've thought I'd still be stuck with these bitches even in college...
Partly my fault for sucking at school and ending up at a crap university, but...
Even if I'd gotten into a top school, it probably would've been the same.
Because the girls who went to other colleges are all gathered here too... fuck.
"Ahh- I'm so fucking stressed."
Nothing had changed.
My life, the bread shuttle routine, the boring daily grind.
But it wasn't so bad.
Better than being stuck serving the male delinquents, right?
They smelled nice, had killer bodies, and fuck, if only I had more time, the eye candy was top-tier.
"Hey. Why the fuck are you rolling your eyes around like that? Wanna die?"
"S-sorry."
Even back in high school, there was nowhere safe to look, but...
Now that we're adults, it's gotten even worse.
They strut around with their chests practically spilling out, confident as hell. How am I not supposed to look?
"Ahh, I'm so fucking pissed off!!!!!!
Fuck, why am I the only one broke!!! Ahh, so fucking annoying!!!!"
"It pisses me off too.
Those loser bitches come to college acting all high and mighty, fuck, now I crave an IQOS stick."
"If they were still high schoolers, I'd carve up their faces right now, fuck."
Crazy bitches..
Coming to college seemed to ramp up their stress levels.
I thought they'd grown up a bit, but nope, same as ever.
Well, college and high school are definitely different.
In high school, it was all about fists, delinquent connections, and thug vibes that set the hierarchy.
But in college, none of that shit matters. It's just about being hot, handsome, and loaded. That's what counts most.
If your looks are above average, then it's all about how much money you've got...
In high school, you could just throw on a puffy jacket over your uniform and call it a day without spending much,
but college changes everything.
Especially for girls—they flaunt it with bags, rings, bracelets, every damn accessory under the sun.
"The part-time gig at the convenience store is fucking brutal, and they don't even pay 200k a month?
Order a little takeout and it's gone. Fuck, I'm so pissed."
"Rent for solo living costs a ton. Don't think Mom and Dad are gonna give more...
Any way to make some cash?"
Just... save money or something. Why make such a fuss over spending?
"Sell fish-shaped buns? Or chicken skewers maybe?"
"Who's gonna buy from us? We're not in high school anymore."
"Gotta try to know. Flash some cleavage and they might buy a ton?"
"You psycho lololol."
Laughter echoed around.
The conversation had been all about money, money, money since earlier. Occasionally guys, and IQOS sticks.
IQOS sticks had become insanely important compared to high school... They seemed super stressed about stocking up.
"Do-on... that damn bastard's money..."
"Send that fucker to Coupang for some side hustling?"
"Even that'd only get 200k. Wouldn't squeeze much out of him even shaking him down."
A small sigh escaped.
That's when one of the girls in the corner, glued to her phone, smirked and spoke up.
"Hey."
"I just had a fucking genius idea."
The room went quiet for a moment.
Slightly tanned skin, the type to dive into every dangerous scheme—YI Ju-ha.
All eyes focused on her as she spoke.
One girl let out a sigh and replied.
"Fuck, if it's about drugs or some shit, you're dead."
"Nah, you crazy bitch."
Yi Ju-ha shoved her phone forward.
"OnlyFans.
Shoot some porn and sell it—you make bank."
"..."
"..."
A brief silence fell.
Yi Ju-ri sighed.
Slender build, snow-white skin, a bit sharp-tongued. The textbook slim beauty.
At least among these delinquents, she had a working brain.
"Like anyone's gonna pay to see our stuff."
"Hey. Amateur vids are blowing up these days.
Know how much these girls make?"
"How much?"
"A hundred million a month."
"A hun-a hundred million?"
The other two gaped.
...Yeah, only the top earners hit a hundred million.
"For reference, the best ones clear over a billion.
You don't even need to be the top seller—
average ones are pulling fifty million a month easy."
"Makes sense? That's like six hundred million a year?"
"Yup lol."
The room fell quiet again.
Back in high school, they'd have shut it down as bullshit,
but tasting real adult life had shifted the vibe.
Well, they'd already fooled around anyway.
Filming a few vids wouldn't wear it out, so yeah, tempting.
"Will our stuff even sell?"
"Gotta upload and see."
"Fuck, what if it's our faces that sell it?"
"Mosaic it or wear masks. Duh."
"Ughhh..."
More positive reactions started trickling in than expected.
Yi Ju-ri still looked dissatisfied...
"But who with? Where do we find a guy?"
"That's the issue.
Fuck, do it with some loose-lipped asshole and we're screwed."
"Only one who comes to mind is Im Hyeon-su..."
"Ew, no way!!! Why the fuck with those guys? Dudes are everywhere."
Now they were getting rowdy over who the male lead would be.
No way any guys they knew,
not a single tight-lipped one among 'em,
so what now? Chaos erupted briefly.
Then Yi Ju-ha clapped and said,
"Oh, there's one guy."
"Who?"
Yi Ju-ha's eyes landed on me.
And the other three followed her gaze right to me.
...Huh? Why are you looking at me?
"Fucking easy to beat down, listens to us, and we can kill him if he squeals about the pussy."
Wh-what? Fuck, she can't mean me, right?
"That loser's a dude too, ain't he?"
Chaos broke out.
Started with roaring laughter—puhahaha!
Fuck yeah, that loser's a dude too, kinda.
But soon their faces turned serious.
"Fuck, you saying sex with that loser? No way in hell. I'd rather die."
"Yeah, agreed. Might as well dunk my head in toilet water."
The reactions were intense, as expected.
But damn, toilet water's a bit much... fuck... hate me that much?
"So who do we get?
Who's tight-lipped? You guaranteeing they won't blab?"
"That's true but..."
"With this guy, if he opens his mouth, we just pulp him. No leaks."
Back and forth chatter.
Still, physiologically impossible, fuck isn't there another way, etc...
"Physiologically impossible" got repeated dozens, hundreds of times. Fuck...
"Fuck. If you bitches won't, I will. Don't whine for a cut later."
Yi Ju-ha spat and turned to me.
"Hey, loser.
Drop your pants."
"Huh?"
"Drop your pants, I said."
?
My brain froze. Take what off?
"Didn't you hear, fucker? Drop your pants!"
"Why! No way! I don't wanna!"
"Don't wanna? Wanna die? You itching for it?"
Yi Ju-ha raised her fist and swung it around.
No fuck, I really don't want to! Why the sudden pants bullshit!
"Drop 'em now, fuck! Pants and underwear! Hey, grab this fucker."
"No, stop! I said no!"
Couldn't even bolt—two of them had my back and legs pinned already.
Fuck, this is the bread shuttle beating position!
"Yah!"
With a yah, Yi Ju-ha yanked my pants down rough.
Rip, and my underwear tore down too.
"Uwaaaack!"
My precious! My dick!
No time to resist—my junk was exposed in seconds, and I thrashed.
Fuck, even high schoolers didn't go this far! Help!
"Fuck, it's kinda small?"
"Righ... yeah?"
Don't judge it, fuck! My mouth was gagged too, so no screams, just wriggling.
Hold still, asshole, followed by a gut punch.
I slumped limp, my dick flopping. Sniff...
"Hard, it might be different? Wanna make it stand?"
"You nuts, fuck?"
"Fine, I'll do it."
Yi Ju-ha grabbed my dick like it was routine.
My face burned red.
Four female delinquents staring, some giggling, one with pity.
Hate this, fuck...
"Oh, it's rising, rising."
Fucking humiliating—just her hand touching it, and my crotch reacted.
Usually only my fingers down there, so another woman's touch alone had blood rushing.
"Feels good? Good?"
Shut up...
Not even one-on-one, publicly like this—who'd enjoy it...
Tears streaming, I turned my head.
My lower half wept too, weakly flopping.
"Ah, why'd it go soft again. Wanna die? Won't stand? Stand!"
Fuck, you think it stands on command...
Yi Ju-ha glared, raising a finger.
"Gonna poke your piss hole? If it doesn't stand?"
"Uwaaaack!!!"
I'll make it stand! I will!
I squeezed my eyes shut, letting go of everything.
As I gave in, Yi Ju-ha smirked and slowly stroked my shaft.
Ugh...
Still, a girl's touch made it stiffen fast.
Getting rigid, felt way tighter than usual.
"Oh, not bad."
"This level... average?"
"Dunno. Seems not fully hard yet."
Average... I measured it...
Situation's fucked, can't full mast, but... not small. Probably.
"Hmm... yeah, this'll do..."
Yi Ju-ha smacked her lips and nodded.
Decision made. My opinion? Irrelevant.
"Put it back on, asshole."
I lay discarded, tears flowing.
Fuck... hate this humiliation... hate it...
"We really doing it with that loser?"
"What choice? No alternatives."
"Ugh..."
"You bitches better not bitch out later?"
Yi Ju-ha lit a smoke, smirking.
"Just think of it as a dildo.
Condom on, it's a dildo, right? Not like I'm making love."
"True but..."
"If the loser enjoys it, chop it off."
Crazy bitch...
I awkwardly pulled up my pants.
The four huddled, whispering without me.
For some reason...
It felt like something incomparable to high school was about to go down.