How Does Brother Namgung Know About Insas and Assas…?
"Ahem. This is Maeng Harang, who came from the Beast Palace to study abroad in Cheonju and is staying in the dormitory.
And this is my precious little brother, Namgung Bochu… ahem, Yu Gaeul."
The person Brother Namgung introduced was the very picture of overflowing vitality.
"Ah, h-hello…"
"Hi! What a cute big bro—? I'm Maeng Harang!"
His face still looked like that of a young boy, but his body was nothing like mine—soft and padded with fat around the thighs and hips. One glance at those long, straight limbs and the eight-pack of abs told you he trained regularly.
"Maeng Harang enrolled in the Imperial Academy the moment he came of age, so he's been here longer than you. Still, he's probably the same age as you, or maybe a year younger. …Mm, twenty-one, was it?"
Of course he wasn't built like Young Hero Geungwang, whose muscles stood out in absurd relief. Well-trained muscle covered by just the right amount of soft flesh… how to put it? It was a truly pleasing body, and the tanned skin only heightened that healthy beauty—of a pretty girl… no, boy.
Wait, he said twenty-one, so maybe he's a bit old to call a boy…?
"……"
"Hmm— big bro, getting all shy right from the first meeting? Is that even allowed—?"
Apparently my silence rubbed him the wrong way. Maeng Harang suddenly closed the distance and wrapped me in a tight hug.
"……Nngh……?!"
We've only just met—what is this…?!
Shorter than me, with smooth brown skin that stood out beautifully, Maeng Harang's body was… softer than I could have imagined. The hug carried a surprising strength in those arms. When I looked at him in surprise, a light sheen of sweat ran down the valley of his chest—whether from the heat or from working out in his room, I couldn't tell.
Then the springy feel of his skin pressed against my lower belly, and a faint milky scent mixed with light sweat drifted to my nose.
And something else—something heavy and solid—was pressing against my thigh in a way that was hard to ignore.
Does this kid have a coin pouch in his pants or something…?
"………Euk……!"
I snuck a glance. The heavy thing crushing my thigh was no coin pouch.
Maeng Harang's thick cock had swollen inside his dolphin shorts and was grinding against my thigh.
This kid… is hard…?
No, more than that—why is it so big…?!
"W-wait a second—!
It's touching me, it's touching my thigh…!"
Right in front of Brother Namgung, with someone I'd just met—and someone smaller than me—I felt my chastity under siege and tried with all my strength to push him away. Yet the moment I registered Maeng Harang's cock through the thin fabric, every bit of strength drained from my body.
"Hnn…"
Worse still, my shameless little thumb-nail-sized cock, the instant it caught even a trace of Maeng Harang's scent, began leaking pre-cum. Just a little, but enough that my underwear was already growing damp.
Maeng Harang hugging a stranger this tightly was already weird enough, but me? Soaking my underwear with pre-cum on first meeting… wasn't I just the biggest pervert under heaven?
Shame and humiliation made my head burn, yet the body that had been trained by Brother Namgung, Chae Yeowon, and Young Hero Geungwang twisted that heat into a shivering thrill.
Ah, nooo… if this keeps up… I'll soak the floor…♡
I trembled faintly, unable to hold back the excitement. Seeing that reaction, Maeng Harang's eyes curved into crescents.
"I knew it—big bro is 'one of us,' huh—?"
"O-one of us…?"
Just as I was about to sink into a private world of just the two of us while still locked in his arms, Brother Namgung cleared his throat, reminding us of his presence.
"Ahem. Restrain the excessive displays of affection. There's still one more person I need to introduce."
Judging by Maeng Harang's condition after Brother Namgung's introduction, I fully expected the second dorm mate to be equally extraordinary… but thankfully, that prediction missed the mark completely.
"……Hello. I'm Im Seowol."
The young man who called himself Im Seowol had a plain, unadorned appearance. From his somewhat stiff posture and slightly raised eyebrows, you could guess he possessed a fair amount of pride.
Yet compared to someone as blatantly eccentric as Maeng Harang, the sense of otherness was far weaker. He looked like a typical "student who studies hard."
After the briefest of introductions, Im Seowol seemed reluctant—though not openly—to continue any conversation with me or Maeng Harang. With nothing left to say, I fell silent as well. Maeng Harang simply watched the two of us with a sly little smile.
Unable to stand the atmosphere any longer, Brother Namgung spoke first.
"I decide who stays in this dormitory. For now, it's just the three of you—Gaeul, Maeng Harang, and Im Seowol."
"Ah, is that so…?"
Did he take a job as the dorm supervisor or something…?
"I built and run it with my own money, so all authority rests with me. …What's with that look? Is this the first time you've seen me spend money?"
My eyes had lit up the moment money was mentioned; Brother Namgung looked fed up and cleared his throat.
"Ahem. Im Seowol only recently moved into this dorm, and today is Gaeul's first day at the Academy itself. From now on, live together here and get along. Well then—Im Seowol and I have business to attend to."
"……Ugh……!"
Im Seowol, led away by Brother Namgung, scowled and let out a small groan, making no secret of his dislike. Brother Namgung paid the resistance no mind at all, and Im Seowol, unable to push further, quietly followed.
……They're not hatching some sinister plot together, are they…?
I was intensely curious about what Brother Namgung and Im Seowol would do alone in a room, but I could neither peek nor pry. Reluctantly setting curiosity aside, I left the constantly grinning Maeng Harang behind and looked around the dormitory.
The place was enormous for only three people. It was divided into a spacious common room with an attached kitchen for meals, and private individual rooms. Even setting the common room aside, each private room was nearly ten kan in size.
"……It's so big…"
"Right—?"
"Hiiik…!
You scared me!"
Maeng Harang's sudden agreement nearly made my heart leap out of my chest. I glared at him as he popped up behind me.
How little shame does this kid have, hugging a stranger on first meeting and even rubbing that… against my thigh?
"……"
"Ehehe—."
At first I thought about getting a little annoyed, but the moment I saw Maeng Harang's strangely alluring yet cute face, the irritation melted away without me noticing.
Come to think of it, every place has people like this—friendly, free of shyness, energetic, and outgoing. And this one had the looks to back up that lively personality. He was a natural-born… Insa.
An Insa, literally someone who feels at ease where people gather and who draws people to them. The rental-book magazines said it was a trendy word in the Central Plains these days.
Compared to that, Im Seowol and I are closer to Assas… right?
An Assa was the opposite of an Insa—someone who felt as uncomfortable as if starving in a crowd of people. In other words, deeply introverted. We would get to know each other slowly, but at least from first impressions, Im Seowol was a textbook Assa.
"Umm, Harang…-ssi…?
How long have you been here…?"
"Big bro, you can drop the formal speech—!
I've been here about half a year. It's big and comfortable, so I like it!"
Maeng Harang's terrifyingly friendly manner still felt unfamiliar, but keeping my distance from someone I would be living with would only hurt me. So I decided to open my heart a little toward him.
"A-all right.
Then… in those six months, has anyone else stayed here?"
"Mm… until Seowol big bro came in about a month ago, it was just me. The people Brother Namgung allows to stay here are only those who will become like us, or who already are like us."
"……?"
Once Im Seowol's private room door closed and the space was completely separated from the common room, the Young Master settled onto a chair and crooked a finger.
"It's been a week.
Im Seowol, the interest you owe me every seven days… yes. Fifteen silver taels, wasn't it?"
"………"
Im Seowol kept his head bowed and gave no answer.
"And… if you report to Maeng Harang every morning, noon, and evening that you're wearing women's underwear, one silver tael is deducted per day. If you circulate the Femboy Divine Art twice a day in front of Maeng Harang, another silver tael is deducted per day. Those were this week's conditions."
The Young Master read from a paper covered in writing, then clicked his tongue and furrowed his brow.
"Let's see… you managed the internal art all seven days. Well done.
But… tsk. You only wore the underwear on the first day.
……In that case, this week's interest is seven silver taels.
Are you prepared?"
"……I don't have that kind of money."
"Haa…"
At Im Seowol's reply, the Young Master of the Namgung Clan let out an exaggerated sigh.
"Do you want to see your father's head fly?
A man who committed highway robbery near the red-light district a hundred times over—enough capital crimes for his head to roll ten times—and yet I have kept that head attached."
"………I'm sorry. From now on…"
Im Seowol barely managed to squeeze out an apology, but the Young Master shook his head coldly.
"Enough. I see no room for improvement in you, so I have no further options."
With lightning-fast pressure-point strikes he paralyzed all four limbs, then drew something transparent from his pocket.
"I'll gift you something transparent.
……Ah, this item is called a chastity belt.
I won't unlock it until you've paid every last bit of the overdue interest. Remember that."