Chapter 24
Chapter 24
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 24
Chapter Title: Female Delinquents Devour Me
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Fiery days fly by one after another.
Waxing day two...
The stinging sensation around my junk and balls has mostly faded now.
But that left groin area I ripped off without oil...
That spot still feels like a burning pit of fire...
If I accidentally brush it while walking, I let out an involuntary "Eek!"
"Hoo..."
I want to make Yi Ju-ha pay for this.
Honestly, back then I wondered if I'd stuck my neck out for nothing...
But less than a day later, I was glad I did. Screw bad futures or whatever—hot older sis is the best.
The thought of messing around with a pretty girl like her already has my heart racing.
...Fuck. Yi Ju-ha must've turned my brain into a dick for real.
...
This bitch is pulling out cutesy act she never used before and shit.
People change the second money rolls in. Even Yi Ju-ha gets all sweet with cash...
That's why they say make bank, huh...
It's messing with my head...
It's blowing up way more than it should, and that's seriously unsettling...
On top of video purchases, monthly subscribers are piling up. And we haven't even uploaded that many yet...
The world's full of rich folks, huh. No wonder OnlyFans rakes it in—hidden tycoons splashing cash like crazy.
"Sigh."
Money's money. Good things are good, right?
But I'm stressing about what to film next.
Ride the momentum and make it decent, or people won't be satisfied...
No! Fuck, why am I even worrying about this? It's not like I wanted to shoot it!
Slap.
I smacked my cheek hard enough to echo.
This has nothing to do with me... Whether it succeeds or flops ain't my job.
Of course, success would be nice...
'Ah...'
Sis popped into my head for a sec.
Come to think of it, this isn't just between Yi Ju-ha and me anymore.
Editing bonuses and such will trickle down to Sis too.
The more we rake in, the brighter her face'll get.
That thought shifted my mood weirdly.
Used to be, as long as I had enough to scrape by, that was fine...
Now I see cash can brighten someone's day.
To get Sis back to her old self, I'd need like 100 million won. ...Yeah... They say you can never have enough money for a reason.
To keep everyone around happy, you'll chase it forever.
Sigh.
Gotta think about this seriously.
Not that it'll stop Yi Ju-ha from filming whatever gets her off next time.
Probably another torment session for me. Already dreading it...
Department room entrance.
I stopped in front of the metal door.
Gotta talk festival plans with the classmates and sort out a bunch of stuff.
Wonder if anyone's there...
Creeeak.
"H-Hello, sunbaenim."
"Uh, yeah. Hey."
I pushed the door open, and it was packed with female seniors.
Sunbaenim sprawled on chairs and sofas, glued to their phones.
What the hell? Where're all the guys?
Glance.
The female seniors eyed me briefly before looking away.
I'm no looker, and I don't hang around the department much, so no reason to chat me up...
"Mm..."
I hesitated, set my bag down, and plopped into a corner chair.
Fuck, it's suffocating...
No male seniors at all—the vibe's off...
Still recovering from that fight between the guys last time, I guess.
With like 30% of the dudes boycotting, it feels way heavier on girls now.
No clue how long this chill will last. They need to patch up soon, or I won't have to dodge the soccer tourney.
"..."
"..."
Fuck, it's so icy.
I rubbed my face dry for no reason.
Makes sense—heard my rep with the girls ain't great.
Used to be a total ghost, Dark Templar with zero presence.
Then word got out I was dragging Kim Myeong-jun to an inter-department mixer, and it pissed them off big time.
One of the few hot freshman guys.
No rough edges, dresses sharp, total boyfriend material for anyone...
And I tried selling that gem to another department? Straight murder target.
And it wasn't just him.
A couple other hunks showed interest, so now we're shipping out two.
No wonder the girls are raging.
Some total loser suddenly organizing mixers is sus enough, but with two studs? They'd wanna bash heads...
And no guarantee it's a one-off. If it goes well, mixers two, three times... Steady hunk export.
But it's bullshit. If you want 'em, make a move first! Why turn the arrows on me, fuck...
I grumbled internally, waiting for Kim Myeong-jun and Ju Ye-jin.
Even a couple male sunbaenim showing up would ease the chokehold...
"Ah, fuck."
"Ahh."
Sudden curses everywhere.
What the fuck? I tensed, clasping my hands politely. Did I screw up?
"Ah, Wi-Fi's fucking up again."
"Argh!!"
Router must be toast...
The already frosty mood sank deeper... Scary as shit... Especially since they all look like high school delinquents!
"Ugh, fuck, low on data."
A couple girls were smacking the router like CPR.
Beating it won't revive it...
Wanna help but stayed put. Don't butt in and make it worse...
"Hah, fuck."
Eye contact with a sunbae on the sofa.
She's squinting at me.
I jerked my gaze away. W-Why? I didn't do shit.
"Hey."
"Yes?"
"C'mere."
"Y-Yes, ma'am."
I scurried over.
Sunbae yawning, arm slung over the sofa.
Calls me over and says jack.
...Ah.
This is her. The sunbae who digs Kim Myeong-jun.
Another male sunbae spilled it last time.
Said I caught her eye, might act pissy but just roll with it.
I'm not even dating the guy—why's she like this? Anyone'd think I confessed to him or some shit...
"When's the mixer?"
"Uh... Not set yet."
"So, ballpark when?"
"Within three weeks, probably..."
She furrowed her brow and clicked her tongue.
Muttering "Pulling this shit..."
I shrank automatically.
Other girls' stares piling on made it worse.
Feels like I'm getting chewed out...
"Hey, gimme your phone."
"Pardon?"
"No 'pardon.' Hand it over."
Why the phone...?
I fumbled it out and passed it to her.
She grabbed it, flopped back, and wiggled her foot.
"No data, lemme borrow for a bit? Was DMing."
"Ah... Sure..."
"Problem?"
"No, ma'am."
She shooed me off like trash.
I bit my lip and slunk to the corner.
Snickers from the other sunbaes. "Why pick on him?" "Shut it, fuck."
'Fuck...'
Wanna cry.
Department life's not my thing anyway... But nobody likes being hated.
I sat wishing Kim Myeong-jun or Ju Ye-jin would show ASAP...
Tap tap tap.
Peeked at my phone over the chair back.
She's... just scrolling TikTok or whatever, from the screen.
But what if she pokes elsewhere?
Gallery's clean—no weird pics. Occasional selfie...
Google's just game sites, right? Can't wipe history but...
'Ah.'
KakaoTalk might be iffy...
Chats with Yi Ju-ha about OnlyFans...
What if she opens it?
'Fuck...'
Been ages since anyone snatched my phone—got careless...
In high school, I micromanaged everything!
Delinquents start with their business, then snoop KakaoTalk, gallery, all of it...
I jittered my leg, eyeing her warily.
Browser history's got OnlyFans tabs too...
She won't check that, right? Unless she's nuts.
Click that and I'm done...
'N-No.'
Might not be game over.
Just deny it. "Huh? Nothing to do with me. Yi Ju-ha OnlyFans chat? Oh, we filmed a gag vid for it. Haha!"
So what if they call bullshit. Not sticking around department anyway...
Fuck.
Tears welling inside. Why does this high school bully hell follow me to college...? I just wanna ditch bread shuttle life...!
Swish.
Sunbae who'd been on my phone forever sat up and looked at me.
...Did she see? Fuck, did she?
"Gotta pee. Back with it after."
"...Y-Yeah..."
Feels like doom.
Can't say "No, gimme it back now!"
That'd look suspicious... Gotta trust she returns it clean...
Clunk.
She left with my phone.
Tears rising for no reason. Fuck... Crying here'd be ultimate humiliation... Why so pathetic?
"Ughhh, starving."
"Afternoon snack! What's for lunch today?"
Soon as she left, male sunbaes flooded in.
Smoke break? I jumped up, relieved.
"H-Hello, sunbaenim!"
"Yo, Jun-hyeong. Pumped up."
"When'd you roll in, Jun-hyeong?"
It's Jun-hyeong...
But their warm welcome melted the gloom.
Was about to bawl—close call...
"Huh? Fuck, Wi-Fi's dead."
"Cut out earlier?"
"Lemme fix it."
They tinkered, and lights flickered back on.
Fixed! Phone back soon.
"Yawn."
Sunbae returned with my phone in hand.
"Move, fuck."
She shoved a sunbae off the sofa and sprawled again.
Tap tap tap. My phone...
"Huh? Hey, that your phone? What's that?"
"His. Borrowed cuz no Wi-Fi."
"Fixed it, dummy. Use yours."
"Thanks."
...Fuck.
"His phone" drew stares from the guys. For real?
I nodded but waved frantically. N-No, let her use it.
Don't want them intervening and her hating me more...
"Fuck, why use the kid's? Data ain't gold."
"Mind your business."
...Just don't meddle. Return it quietly later...
Heart pounding harder. Guys shrugged—whatever, if Jun-hyeong's cool...
"Hello, sunbaenim!"
"Hey, our freshmen."
Thank god—classmates and Kim Myeong-jun arrived.
Room buzzing now...
I glanced at Kim Myeong-jun.
He met my eye, nodded—ah, festival talk. Too noisy here, gotta step out.
"Sunbaenim, gonna chat festival with Jun-hyeong outside."
"Huh? Yeah, go ahead."
Sunbae's gaze snapped to him.
...Obvious. She really likes him.
I hesitated, then manned up and approached her.
"Sunbaenim... Gotta head out, phone please..."
"Oh, here."
She handed it back like no biggie. Would've flipped if guys were gone?
Expected a scowl, but nah. I grabbed it and followed Kim Myeong-jun.
Hope she saw nothing...