Chapter 51
Chapter 51
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 51
Chapter Title: Fellow Shuttle Reunion and Massage Hell
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A member of the Bread Shuttle Union, Jin-seong...
You came to this university too, huh...
We both had classes to get to, so we decided to catch up later.
It wasn't exactly a happy reunion... more like a sad feeling...
Like, you ended up coming here too, huh...
We'd been pretty tight as friends, in our own way.
Both of us serving female delinquents as our masters. Fuck.
Of course, we got some envy from the other shuttle union guys.
Female delinquents are better than the male ones, after all.
Yi Ju-ha might pull some sudden stunts now and then, but she never fully went dark side.
But I heard Jin-seong's assigned delinquent gradually turned rotten, which made things really tough for him.
I wonder if they're still in touch.
That'd be creepy as hell. If we're both still enslaved, it'd be straight-up nightmare fuel...
'Is the fate of a bread shuttle eternal...?'
It does get me down, honestly...
Makes me wonder if delinquents like us should even be at a university trying to study...
Not like dropping out and getting a job is any better. That scares me even more.
Transfer to a community college to wash my past clean?
Tempting, but I'd have to study a ton on my own, which worries me.
"Pfft-huh..."
Why doesn't anyone tell you how harsh the world is?
Why doesn't anyone warn you that it's cold and ruthless!
'Kids, study hard. What are you gonna do otherwise, huh?'
'You think the world's easy? It's scary out there. You think making money to survive is a breeze?'
...Or maybe not.
Teachers probably drilled that into us until our ears bled, but we just let it slide.
Ah lol, the old fogeys yapping again. Shut up and tell us about your first love lol.
Maybe that's why it didn't stick...
They should've explained it in detail!
One by one, in specifics—if they'd laid out situations like this, we'd have felt the crisis!
The teachers all did well in school to become teachers, so they probably don't get it...
If they'd at least kept these delinquent bitches off us...
I might've made it to community college at least! ...Nah, probably not even then.
"Haa..."
A sigh burst out.
What the hell am I gonna become later?
Not seriously an OnlyFans porn actor, right? That can't happen, fuck no...
'Jun-hyeong-ah, you studying hard?'
My uncle, the one person who actually looks out for me, came to mind.
For his sake, I gotta push hard...
Depressing, but what can I do? Only option is to focus on classes.
'Heh heh heh. I'd love to hear about your college life, Jun-hyeong.'
...
If I told him the truth, would Uncle faint?
I made 8 million won filming OnlyFans with my former assigned delinquent! Don't worry, Uncle, I'll pave my own path!
Saying that might make him foam at the mouth...
I never thought I'd end up like this either...
Am I here for college or a soccer center...?
Starting to get confused now...
"Ah, fuck, shit, ah...!"
"Let's take a break, rest up."
The festival's right around the corner, and soccer's less than three weeks away.
With the tournament closing in, practices have gotten way more intense.
Everyone's getting bruised, injured, total chaos...
"Hey, no injuries. We barely have any subs."
"Running back-to-back games will wreck everyone's legs."
It worries me...
No injuries for me yet, but I'm most scared of getting hurt during the tournament.
Right now it's just intra-department practice, so not much risk of serious stuff.
But qualifiers pit us against other departments—shoving, shoulder checks, it'll be mayhem.
"J-Jun-hyeong-ah..."
"Here it comes!"
My skills aren't improving much, which bugs me...
But shooting stationary balls? That's gotten to a solid level.
Dribbling, defending, basics are still seriously lacking.
My stamina and strength don't back it up at all... Even gym work isn't helping much.
Gotta eat like crazy, but forcing it down doesn't work...
"Massage here a bit."
"Here?"
And just like that, I became the massage shuttle.
After soccer, we all rub each other down, spray meds—a lot.
The seniors loved my massages.
'What the hell's with this guy? Hands feel so refreshing?'
'You learn massage or something? Feels amazing.'
I'd always been decent massaging the delinquents...
After checking out a massage book, it got more pro-level.
Used to just knead muscles and flesh wildly...
Now it's like, ah, gotta hit this muscle. Neck's sternocleidomastoid. Shin's tibialis anterior key. Hamstrings for thighs... Evolved like that.
"Yeah. Th-there. Yes. Uh... hng. G-good, Jun-hyeong-ah."
"..."
So the reactions are hot...
Not just seniors—even juniors sneakily expect it...
What am I, a massage parlor? Stop coming!
"Oh... ohng... ohng..."
Everything's fine, but those moans...
Still satisfying, though...
Seniors like it, and they seem lighter after.
Being useful to someone feels good...
If only my fingers didn't hurt like hell...
"Thanks, Jun-hyeong-ah... Ung..."
"Sure."
Unlike the delinquents' random demands.
Just post-soccer muscle relief—what's the big deal.
Seniors massage me too.
"Y-you done...?"
...
Looked over—seniors lining up.
Juniors subtly queuing behind...
Seniors coughing awkwardly.
Fine, fuck it.
Gotta endure till the tournament...
Soccer doesn't need fingers...!
"Lie down here..."
"Thanks, Jun-hyeong-ah!"
"No prob..."
Is this a field or a massage shop...?
Tears of blood staring at the line of customers.
My fault for reading that book, fuck...!
"Oh... ohng... ohng..."
"Yeah... ohng...! Th-there!"
Other department people staring as they pass! Shut your mouths, please!
Massaging's fine... Fingers hurt but recover in a day.
But the moans...! We'll get rumors of weirdos doing shady shit!
"Heung..."
"Heung my ass..."
At least now just juniors left.
Friends lying vulnerably in front, faces red with shame.
Why blush...?
"Whatcha doing? More massages?"
"Oh, Senior!"
Mid-massage biz, department girls start showing up one by one.
No one's in the club room, so everyone heads to the field.
"Jun-hyeong's fingers'll break. Why only him?"
"He does it best. Makes me melt."
"Fingers okay?"
"Y-yeah... fine."
Burning, but whatever...
Delinquent infinite-massage trained fingers... can handle this!
Tournament's only three weeks—when else?
Problem's the guys' weak spots and moans burned into my brain...
"Noona, try it. Feels insane."
You fuck— you gonna do it!?
"How refreshing is it? Everyone's dying for it."
"Jun-hyeong's special. He should go pro—ohng!"
Shut up! Pinch!
Somehow finished the last friend.
Pinched a calf, smacked an ass, sent 'em off.
F-fingers numb. But good finger workout... uh...
"Mm... my shoulders are stiff too."
Jeon Hye-ju noona.
Second-year senior I've started seeing lately.
Missed most of early semester due to enteritis, she said.
Then just classes and hospital—finally back now...
From Daegu, Gyeongsang-do, I think.
Unlike other female seniors, she's chill, helpful, cool.
Only two decent female seniors—Hye-ju noona's one.
Exactly the generous, big-hearted senior type.
Seniors who set up mixers aren't real seniors... hng...
Sh-Shall I massage you...?
After twenty guys, hands feel rotten...!
Female senior—should be okay...
"Nah, your fingers hurt. I'm good."
Noona waved it off with a smile.
Hm... one spared... fine either way.
"I'll massage you. You okay?"
"Ah... I'm good..."
Seniors did me earlier.
Didn't run hard enough to knot up.
Fingers are the ones knotting...
"Lie down."
Never thought she'd offer... kinda embarrassing.
But no reason to refuse...? Hesitated, then lay on the ground.
"Mm..."
Always giving, now receiving—feels weird.
Worried other seniors watching, tensed up.
Should I say no...?
"Why so pale? Don't tan?"
"J-just... don't get much sun, maybe..."
Body getting scanned—feels off...
Noona tied her hair, reached out.
"Uh... what's this on your neck?"
Huh?
Body jolted.
What? Bite mark still there?
Front I scrubbed hard during massage, faded... but back? Didn't think. Bit the back too?
"Looks bitten...?"
Noona squinted, leaned in.
W-wait.
"C-cat bit me. I have a cat."
"Really?"
Senior backed off with an ah-ha.
Close call. Up close, anyone'd see it's human teeth.
Yu In-ha, you bitch... how hard did you bite...
"Show cat pics? I love cats."
"P-pics...?"
Heart dropped.
Screwed. No pics. Don't even have one...
Actually it's Yu In-ha, Senior. Cute, right? Kinda feisty. Show pic? I'd be crazy...
"N-no pics. Don't take many."
"Oh?"
Noona sounded puzzled.
Cat owners snap tons, right...? Tone.
Panicked cover-up.
"Phone storage full... deleted 'em. Next time!"
"Mm. What breed?"
...Breed?
Delinquent breed...? No.
Cold sweat down back. Br-breed? Cats have breeds? Aren't they just cats?
"J-just adopted a stray... no breed..."
"Adopted? Yeah, buying from shops ain't great."
"R-right..."
Face burning for no reason.
Yu In-ha putting me through hell...