Chapter 33
Chapter 33
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: Devoured by Female Delinquents
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Ha...
Doing something like this at school... it's just unbelievable.
My whole body feels floaty...
'Thud... thud...'
I dragged myself down from the nursing building, utterly drained.
Park Ye-young's madness... Even after I finished, she went through all the blood pressure practice and everything else.
The way she acted like nothing had happened sent chills down my spine.
Well, since she wasn't the one who got done, maybe she didn't care at all...
"Ugh..."
Something feels off.
My nerves are all fuzzy and dazed, but at the same time, a wave of self-loathing crashes over me.
I never imagined something like this could happen at university...
Of course, being a guy, I've had my share of dirty thoughts.
Lots of them, naturally.
But getting treated like a plaything by a girl? Never crossed my mind...
I pictured myself taking the lead, kissing her, seducing her, that kind of thing...
Not getting my throat choked while Yi Ju-ha rapes me, or getting held down by Park Ye-young for a handjob...
"Hngh..."
But damn, my dick feels good...
Feels like something in my head is shattering.
University always felt like this pure place to chase your dreams for the future...
But now that's gone.
It's turned into this bizarre spot where if Park Ye-young wants, we jerk off and do filthy stuff...
How did it come to this...
'Ding!'
Right then, KakaoTalk buzzed in my pocket.
What the hell? A slight unease creeps in.
For a second, I thought maybe Park Ye-young secretly snapped a pic during the handjob and sent it.
My whole body goes ice-cold. No way... she wouldn't go that far... I checked my phone, tense as hell.
Ha... it's Yi Ju-ha.
Well, I didn't hear any camera shutter earlier...
Even she's not crazy enough to do that.
I let out a sigh of relief and kept checking KakaoTalk.
Huh?
What's this?
A photo loaded with text popped up. Japanese text everywhere... with a small translation below.
'Hello. I watched your OnlyFans videos.
I'm Neiko, active on the same platform.
I was really impressed by your recent uploads.
I'm reaching out because I'm interested in doing a collab video.'
'It's fine if the woman comes, or the man, or both together—that'd be even better.
Your latest videos inspired us, and we want to shoot something similar.
Working with us will boost your future activities.
We'll get fresh ideas, and you'll catch the eye of our subscribers—win-win.
Check out my videos or timeline if interested, and get back to me.
Looking forward to hearing from you.'
...Huh?
What the hell is this?
A collab... request?
My eyes narrowed.
Collab? Like, let's shoot porn together or something?
For a second, my vision blurred. No fucking way... from handjobs to collab porn requests now...?
We've only uploaded two videos, and this kind of firepower? Must be a ton of eyes on us.
I stopped and searched "Neiko" on OnlyFans.
Neiko... whoa. She's huge.
Top twenty on Japanese OnlyFans, like a massive corporation.
A guy seems to be the main rep, and there's this woman as co-rep. Various other women appear too, but...
'Gasp.'
I flinched. A mirror selfie of her chest... I glanced around instinctively. Oh, no one's here.
Super short bob cut, killer body—Japanese woman.
She looks the part. Slightly longer than a guy's hair, but those massive tits...
Her figure's got a subtle hourglass, but the boyish bob makes her super unique.
That rare boyish style... hard to find, so it draws the eye.
Cool, laid-back vibe, probably great in bed.
That strong-woman feel you don't see much in Korea—my heart's racing.
'Whoa...'
Is this what noona energy is?
The kind that confidently takes charge...
Sweet noonas are great, but a strong one leading the way? Sounds good too...
No!
This mega-corp streamer just collab-requested us.
Streamer or AV actress, whatever...
Yeah, it's huge...
Interest numbers aren't in the tens of thousands—it's hundreds of thousands, millions. Like a whole city's worth of fans.
I'm stunned. Should I be happy or not...
If you're a BJ or streamer getting hit up by a big corp, you'd celebrate...
But this is porn, from a mega AV outfit. Feels like validation from weirdos...
...
Doing it would probably be great.
A collab video could skyrocket our growth here.
We're already getting attention as newbies... if we collab with them and our vid goes on their channel...
Doubling, tripling subs? Not impossible.
Making a mil a month might actually happen.
Even I'm tempted.
Japanese actresses with that rare vibe you don't see in Korea...
Just the pics make my heart pound—insane looks and bodies.
Not just banging girls like Yi Ju-ha, but these women too?
That thought stirs excitement and dopamine from my chest. Hard to think straight.
...But...
Yi Ju-ha fucking that male actor?
Suddenly, my brain slams shut.
Me with those Japanese noonas? Thrilling to even imagine...
But Yi Ju-ha with that guy?
My heart just chills. Brain resetting.
We're nothing, really.
Just delinquent-bread shuttle. OnlyFans fuckbuddies.
That's it... but picturing her with that guy? Breath catches in my throat.
She's hyped.
Chance to blow up, of course she's excited.
I couldn't reply for a while.
Just stood there dazed, like a hammer to the forehead.
Why... why am I like this?
It's none of my business, but just thinking about it makes me nauseous and dizzy.
I turned off my phone screen.
Ignored the vibrations that followed.
Bad, unpleasant images kept flooding in. Visions.
Yi Ju-ha in the arms of that set guy, getting pounded and creampied...
The actor panting, using her however...
My brain's burning.
It's none of my business...
Really...
Already 11 p.m.
Time to catch the express last bus...
I stuffed my books into my bag.
Considering everything today, I focused pretty well...
Made good progress—can loosen the schedule a bit.
"Ugh."
Slung on the heavy bag and headed out.
Cool night breeze brushed my skin.
After focusing hard, my head feels clear.
That brief depression earlier? Gone.
"Fhew."
I've sorted my thoughts.
Just gonna be shameless as fuck.
Fuck Yi Ju-ha, fuck those noonas too. But me only.
They said it'd be good if both come, not that both have to.
One's fine. So I can go solo! Rejecting a collab like this is insane. Might never get another shot...
So I'll go alone and shoot solo!
...Would that get me beat?
From her angle, it might not suck short-term.
Don't know the vibe on set yet.
So I'll scout first, test the waters.
Wanna think positive, upbeat.
Just straight-up tell Yi Ju-ha not to go.
I wanna shoot with that badass boyish noona.
Can't watch you fuck that guy. My brain would burn up and I'd die.
So don't go, you bitch!
Even if she calls me crazy and beats me, I wanna say it.
If rejected, I'll cling to her pant leg and beg.
No, don't go—or just shoot me solo for growth. Or neither of us goes!
Scrap the collab!
Dunno why I'm thinking this.
Her fucking someone else? None of my business... but why the aversion?
My heart's just telling me no.
"Ha."
Heading to the bus stop.
Lots of guys like me, done studying, heading down.
Handsome ones, bigger builds, popular types here and there.
Can I stop her?
Tell her not to go?
Act like some alpha male and command her?
Can't even compete with the dudes around me—do I qualify?
Am I more attractive than that corp guy? Would she obey me?
My scrawny arms catch my eye.
Skinny legs like a stick figure.
Shaggy hair, horn-rimmed glasses making me look like a total nerd.
If I work out, get manly... would she listen?
Cut my hair, learn makeup, groom myself, get handsome. Could I lead more?
Pay more attention to clothes like Yu In-ha, dress better... would I handle shit like this confidently, no depression?
I grabbed my hair.
Always went to the cheap local barber. Cheapest option.
Haven't shopped clothes since with Yu In-ha. No need felt.
Why?
Suddenly, I feel pathetic. More than usual.
Why the fear? Grooming, haircut, shopping—all of it. Telling Yi Ju-ha no—all terrifying.
In the bus stop mirror, I look like a total loser.
Especially today.
Should've gone to a salon myself.
No regretting now.
Heart pounding at the thought—dunno if I could go alone...
Maybe get a PT, learn to gym, bulk up. At least no more throat-choke rapes...
My legs trembled.
Just imagining trying something new shakes my whole body.
But more exciting tremor than nerves. Maybe I can... become like those cool guys.
Dress up and stay the same? Despair lingers... but bigger hope it'll improve things.
Heart racing.
Yeah, got OnlyFans cash... time to spend.
I swung my legs idly.
Worried. Everything. What heart-pounding shit comes next?
Exams okay? Handle more drama? Stay unshaken by small stuff?
"Fhew."
Pulled out my phone.
Yi Ju-ha's piled-up messages.
Last one's an emoticon... before that? Probably curses galore.
Say it.
I wanna fuck that bob noona solo... no!
Just... I don't like you going. For fame, I can go alone, right? Something like that.
With shaking hands, I tapped KakaoTalk.