Chapter 52
Chapter 52
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 52
Chapter Title: Female Delinquents Devour Me
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Peaceful days drifted by.
The festival preparations and sports day were progressing smoothly enough.
Not that I had much to do with it...
Classes were tolerable, just average. They weren't singling me out with questions like before—it was all pretty ordinary. Not that it was any fun...
'But...'
The only thing nagging at me was the crossdressing bit at the festival?
Standing around in drag might be fine, but I had to do serving too...
I wasn't about to end up rumored as some crossdressing gay guy with my face going viral, right? As long as that didn't happen...
My classmates were pretty tight-lipped, so I figured it'd be okay... but still, it made me uneasy.
Why did everything—OnlyFans, crossdressing—have to be stuff that could blow up into rumors?
"Ha."
A whopping three-hour free period.
Maybe I'd hit up the PC bang for old times' sake.
It'd been ages since I'd had a peaceful break like this. Usually, I'd get dragged into soccer or run into delinquents...
Today, game time it was!
My go-to PC bang was this rundown old spot tucked away in a corner.
A bit far from school, specs weren't great... but it was empty, quiet, and the clerk guy was always nice.
Perfect hideout for a loser like me who hated crowds...
And above all, the ramen there was legit the best.
Eating lunch alone at school always felt awkward, like I was choking... but slurping ramen with free rice at the PC bang? Pure heaven... Mmm, just thinking about it made my mouth water.
I flung open the front door in high spirits.
Entering my personal hideout! Bet the bro was on duty today too?
"Hey, bro, how's it go—uh..."
The guy who always greeted me warmly was nowhere in sight.
Instead, some mysterious college girl had taken his spot...
She was staring blankly at her phone, looking like she couldn't care less if customers came or not.
...Her face looked kinda familiar though...?
Eh?
My brain short-circuited for a second.
Park... Ye-young?
Why the hell was she here...?
"?"
Park Ye-young glanced up at the sound, eyes narrowing.
What's this loser's deal, not coming in? Her expression shifted into a creepy grin.
What the—Yi Jun-hyeong?
"Yi Jun-hyeong? What're you doing here?"
Th-this had to be a dream...
My whole body froze solid in place.
Park Ye-young smirked as she popped out one AirPod.
"Here to game?"
Her face screamed lol, punk, instantly killing any urge I had to play.
...Should I bolt?
"What're you doing? Come in already."
Park Ye-young kindly grabbed me and shoved the door shut behind me.
Th-this was a dream. Fucking dream... My personal hideout...!
"You come here, huh?"
"Uh... y-yeah..."
It hit the exact same vibe as that time I fled to the library to avoid delinquents, only for them to greet me there...
Yo, loser! You made it? Lol, we were just reading too. Sit down lol.
Blood turned to ice in my veins...
"How many hours you got free?"
"Thr-three... hours."
"Nice. That's decent."
Her face said plenty of time to mess with me... Shit...
Park Ye-young slung an arm around my shoulders and jerked her head. Her soft forearm wrapped around my neck.
"Sit, sit. I'll hook you up. Why're you so stiff?"
Wouldn't you be stiff if you had a personal delinquent too...?
I got dragged along by her arm-around-shoulder hold and forcibly plopped into a seat.
My... precious free time...
"Log in, log in."
Like showing up to karaoke with loser buddies only to find the clerk's a delinquent...
Barging in all rowdy, then everyone freezes...
That classic delinquent grin lighting up like jackpot, fun incoming the second they spot you...
...Bolt?
If I left now, she'd flip out asking why...
No, why're you even working here?! Why're you so unnecessarily diligent!!
"Y-you... working here? N-never knew."
"Just started. Doing short shifts in my free time."
"Uh... huh... Living the hustle... Doesn't suit you at all..."
As I logged in, Park Ye-young grinned and headed back to the counter.
She watched to make sure I wouldn't bail without logging in? Nah...?
Fuck it. Whatever.
Might as well play since I'm here...
Lately, I'd been into Cyphers and League of Legends. Both MOBAs...
Actually came for Cyphers, but...
If I played that, she'd probably go what's that weeb shit? and get interested. Nah... LoL it was.
As I logged in, a cup suddenly thunked down on my desk.
A paper cup with purple foam bubbling up. Wh-what...?
"Service."
"...Huh?"
No service like this here...?
Looked like grape Fanta from the color. Not sure...
"Th-thanks, I'll dig in."
"Yeah."
Park Ye-young flashed a weird smile and flopped down in the seat next to me.
Wh-why sit? Back to the counter? Cold sweat poured down.
"...Gonna watch?"
"Yeah."
Like it was the most obvious thing?
Shit. No fun for me today...
Park Ye-young kept tapping away at her phone and prodded me.
"Ranked? What's your tier?"
"Pl-Plat 1."
"Plat? You?"
Her bored phone-staring gaze snapped to me.
Cr-crap. She's hooked now.
"Ooh... Yi Jun-hyeong."
Her face screamed I thought you were a total gaming noob loser...
Lately, my brain had cleared up, and games were going great.
Always bounced between Gold 1 and Plat 4... but this time, straight to Plat 1!
Emerald soon? Never even sniffed it before...!
"Emerald soon, huh?"
"Y-yeah...?"
Yeah, but I'm doing normals today.
I stealthily hovered my cursor over normals.
Playing ranked next to her? Insane. I'd get wrecked for sure...!
Click normals, and Park Ye-young's face chilled over.
"What're you doing?"
"Huh? Uh?"
"No ranked?"
Shit... she was watching.
"J-just... warming up my hands."
Park Ye-young pocketed her phone and scooted her chair my way. Look at this punk vibes.
Done for...
"Don't people warm up in ARAM?"
"..."
You... play LoL too... huh...
Park Ye-young snickered and threw her arm around me again.
"Click ranked."
"Th-then just one ARAM..."
"Click it."
She grabbed my hand and yanked the mouse. Grinddd...
Ugh... hnnngh... Nightmare...
Ding! Cheerful sound as ranked matchmaking kicked off. This... dream... dream...
"Won't mess with you."
Why so scared lol? Won't bother you.
...Her face screamed she'd totally mess with me.
I rubbed my dry face and readjusted my glasses. R-right. Losing one game's fine. I can recover!
"Gonna smoke real quick."
Park Ye-young rummaged for her cigs and headed to the smoking room.
...Bolt? I could make it if I ran now, right?
Never coming back here... fuck...
"..."
Through the yellowed glass, I saw Park Ye-young puffing away in the smoking room.
Those signature dead eyes...
She looked even more delinquent like this. Shit.
Place was already dead quiet—now it'd tank completely. All the loser regulars would flee!!
"Ugh."
She chain-smoked, stretched, and sauntered back.
Plopped right next to me like it was natural.
That signature cheap perfume wafted over. Ugh... mmm...
"Not drinking?"
"Oh? Oh yeah."
Went through the trouble, and you don't drink.
Park Ye-young chugged the cup.
How am I supposed to know if you spit in it or whatever? Doesn't look like it though...
'Splat.'
She drained the cup and hawked a loogie right in it.
Habit from smokers, so I was used to it... but damn, my mind went places.
Imagined her grimacing at my food order and spitting in it. Never ordering ramen...
'Gulp.'
...
She didn't hear that, right? You oblivious bastard...! Not here! No way!
But no dice—Park Ye-young snickered right at me.
"Hungry?"
"N-no...?"
Not hungry at all. For real.
"It's lunchtime. You came for ramen, right?"
...You read minds too?
I shook my head desperately, but no use.
Park Ye-young grinned and drooled another glob into the cup.
Th-this felt deliberate...
"Sis'll cook you ramen."
She swept her hair aside with that inscrutable look.
"Super tasty."
Tastes... bad somehow. In every sense...
'What kinda part-time gig?'
Back in her place, Yu In-ha flopped onto the floor.
Brown hair fanned out messily...
She blinked up at the ceiling.
'Gotta be at least a million won.'
Thinking easy, 1.5 mil? 2 mil would be sweet.
Didn't wanna be scrambling for cash on the trip. Better pack plenty.
"Ha..."
What a pain.
Classes and club life were exhausting enough... now a job?
Full weekends or spotty weekday evenings. Might need both.
'Part-time...'
Yu In-ha's face filled with dread.
Searched, but nothing appealing.
Semester start snatched all the good ones—left with meh spots...
Especially short evening or weekend gigs? Rare as hell.
'Coupang...'
Sounded brutal.
Logistics for a trip? Insane.
Cafe job...
No short-term hires.
Franchises? Mostly no, or convenience store nights. Those were tough too.
"Ha..."
Fucking money's the issue...
Gas and maintenance already drained her.
Yu In-ha scrolled on with a pout.
Backing out now would suck too.
Her finger paused mid-scroll.
'High-pay... part-time?'
What the? This real? Scam?
Yu In-ha licked her lips after reading.
Heard caddying at golf courses paid big... this too?
Why pay so much?
She rubbed her forehead.
Go check, bail if weird?
Installed Telegram, saw the number listed.
'Riiiing.'
Yu In-ha bit her nails waiting for pickup.
If legit, great... Coupang'd kill me.
Click. She jolted up at the connect tone, eyes wide.
"H-hello, calling about the job posting."
'Ah—yes. How old?'
"20."
'College student? Female?'
"Y-yes. That's me."
'Sending address via text. Come then? Quick interview.'
"Oh. Interview?"
They do interviews?
Legit gig maybe?
Brief hesitation, then Yu In-ha replied.
"Sure, send it and I'll make it."
'Okay~ See you then~.'
"Yes..!"
Seemed decent?
About to hang, she blurted.
"Wait, what exactly is the job?"
Gonna bail if sus...
'Just errands kinda.
Errands or secretary stuff.
We'll explain on the day~.'
"Oh, like secretary?"
'Yes.'
"Got it—."
Errands? What's secretary work.
Click.
Hung up, Yu In-ha blinked. Minimum 200k? Five days done. Sweet deal.
"Hmm..."
Little sketchy vibe...
But go, nope out if no. Easy.
She tossed her phone and stripped for a shower.