A Peaceful Day (5)
A Peaceful Day (5)
My stomach was off today, so I got in the car with Da-yeon driving.
As expected of a Lammerghini Urus. Honestly, a genuinely manly car.
My car would get all excited and then have to slow down the second a speed bump came up, but Da-yeon sailed over them so effortlessly I didn't even register they were there.
Da-yeon glanced at me while driving and spoke up.
"Hey, are you sure you're okay?"
It wasn't even my time of the month, but I guess I must've looked seriously uncomfortable in Da-yeon's eyes.
"Yesterday, I ate something spicy..."
Park Ji-hoon instantly reacted from the back seat.
"Hah, the hell kind of bloody diarrhea did you have?"
"The hell kind of...?"
"".....""
Realizing my condition was worse than it looked, Park Ji-hoon immediately backed down and apologized—but my lower belly felt like it was getting hotter, so I wasn't in any shape to answer him.
The kids greeted me and welcomed me on my way to class.
I was returning their greetings, but a powerful signal from my stomach meant I couldn't even enter the classroom and headed straight for the bathroom.
It pissed me off that my body had to throw this kind of tantrum over eating just three rice cakes... but who was there to blame?
I ate them myself, and a quarter of this body is my own blood...
After I finished my business. When I got back to class, Park Ji-hoon had bought tons of stuff—plum tea, honey water—and handed it to me.
"Found 'em on the way."
"Idiot."
I handed the glass bottle of honey water to Park Ji-hoon, and he opened it for me without a second thought.
I could open a glass bottle myself, but I guess it'd become a habit by then?
The habit was probably because of Dad. He always wanted to do everything for me.
I started drinking the stuff Park Ji-hoon had bought to soothe my stomach.
Second period started, and my stomach started hurting fiercely all over again...
Based on my experience last year trying to hold in a fart, I figured holding it in did no good.
I put down my phone, where I'd been playing a game with Da-yeon, told the teacher, and immediately headed for the bathroom.
A burning sensation in my asshole... but there was nothing more I could do.
I naturally reached my hand toward the case where the toilet paper was kept.
My hand groped empty air...
No toilet paper.
I silently cursed inside for a moment at the fact that the damn case made it impossible to tell whether there was toilet paper in here or not.
I rummaged through the pocket of my school skirt—the skirt I'd just hiked halfway up my chest because I was too lazy to take it off properly.
".....Fuck?"
I remembered throwing away the leftover used tissue that had been in my pocket when I came into class, and I briefly cursed my past self.
Sighing, I had no choice but to think about using Da-yeon's favor, so I searched for my phone in the pocket of the jacket I'd hung up—nothing there either.
"What is this, a damn hidden camera prank...?"
Thinking back, I'd rushed out in the middle of playing a game with Da-yeon... and my phone was on the desk.
That's when a commercial popped into my head: "Don't wipe—wash."
But how do you rinse off and dry an ass that hasn't even been checked?
Wipe with my hand? Kiss my ass. Maybe it's because I've lived a disgustingly clean life for nineteen years, but that's absolutely not something my now severely weakened stomach can handle.
I have not the slightest interest in the full India experience.
I spotted my socks... but those were the real, absolute, final last resort.
I used my overwhelmingly superior reasoning to find a way out of this situation... and concluded I'd rather just move to the next stall when no one was looking.
Steeling myself, I flushed and quickly slipped into the next stall.
No toilet paper... in that one either...
"... Fuck."
Finally, after checking two more stalls, I found toilet paper...
I stepped out of the bathroom feeling both grossed out and oddly refreshed.
When I walked back into the classroom, the place had turned into a post-college-entrance-exam party, and hardly anyone was paying attention to me.
Park Ji-hoon spotted me just as I came in, then started grinning and waving at me while staring at my ass.
"How's the ol' buttho..."
Maybe Park Ji-hoon's been training his neck lately, because my left-hand taser gun wasn't enough to put him to sleep—so I used my right-hand tranquilizer gun instead.
Fwt.
My right hand, boasting totally different speed from my rarely used left...
Even after seeing me set my stance, Park Ji-hoon couldn't dodge it. Next to him, Kim Tae-oh was reading a book with trembling pupils.
Sitting on the toilet that long, my tailbone felt like it was bent.
"Ughh..."
"Si-yoon, you okay?"
"Yeah..."
Jeil High School, weirdly enough, had a graduation festival.
They didn't allow the kids to go buck wild spending money every day. But this graduation festival was the one exception.
Whatever you sell, the sellers get to devour all the profits raw, with zero commission fees, and the athletic field gets lined with various famous food trucks the kids have invested in.
They even invite idol singers—a festival period more glamorous than most colleges.
Like I always say, at this school the teachers are shit, but the kids are mostly decent.
When class meeting time came, the male class president, Kim Jun-u, stood at the front and started laying out the plan.
"Our class decided to run a café!"
A café, out of nowhere—I wondered if anyone would really stop by during a festival just to sip coffee. But when kids with money to burn got serious, this was the kind of thing that happened.
The class president said he'd source professional-grade espresso machines and all sorts of cups cheaply through his contacts...
"Still, a plain one would be boring, so I was thinking we could decide on our own concept?"
The male kids, now very aware of me and Da-yeon, started eagerly shouting for a maid café.
One of them was Yuk In-su, which irritated me a little, but...
I raised my hand, and the classroom fell silent.
"The guys will be the ones wearing them, right?"
""......""
"Honestly, if Jong-su or Park Ji-hoon wore maid outfits, it'd be funny as hell. Am I right? Especially Tae-oh, he'd really pull it off."
"I-i-indeed. Possible."
The whole class became a sea of laughter thanks to Yuk In-su's remark.
That motherfucker calls himself an outcast, but he drops these weirdly mind-bending comments every so often and ends up way more popular than you'd think.
Park Ji-hoon looked at me and smirked.
"You wear one, I'll wear one."
He probably thought I'd be too embarrassed to wear a maid outfit.
But my masculinity had been shrinking since my secondary sexual characteristics kicked in, getting slapped awake by reality practically every month, so I was long past the age where that stuff embarrassed me.
I wore a skirt every single day and messed around putting makeup on my face with Da-yeon—what the hell did he mean...
"You sure you won't regret it?"
"....."
In the end, since we were all dressing up anyway, they decided that everyone would wear them equally.
However, looking back later, it was the heavily-built dudes like Yuk In-su who made me... deeply regret my choice in a situation of pure, concentrated disgust.
Nowadays there's a challenge that's trending among female cam streamers who do personal broadcasts—
It's called the Zero Two Challenge.
A Japanese character, a Vietnamese song, a dance that blew up on a Chinese-made app—a hybrid so absurd there was nothing else like it.
Not that I was going to do it myself; I went into Dubu's stream and saw she was getting ready for it, probably because she'd drawn a penalty.
-"Let's finish this before Si-yoon gets here."
Seeing her dare to try and wrap it up while I wasn't there made me want to mess with her, so I immediately sent her a donation.
-'I Am Not a Princess' has donated 10,000 won.
20,000 won for one minute? What a joke, lol. So just shaking your ass a bit gets you 20,000 won a minute? What a ripoff.
-"Kim Si-yoon! You! Get out, now!"
Suddenly she was trying to blacklist me, so I quickly typed in the chat.
-You mean you'll never see me again..?
-"....."
I blessed Dubu, who was hesitating for a moment, with a straight-up nightmare.
-'I Am Not a Princess' has donated 2,400,000 won.
Two hours, let's goooo!!! Shake all the ass you'll ever need to shake for a lifetime, get it all out today, go go go go go
-"Si-yoon... please... please just die..."
I handed them fire like Prometheus, and with Dubu's stream as fuel, the chat exploded.
-Whoa... look at this class act lolol
-Two hours lololololololol insane.
In the end, Dubu started bouncing her pelvis and shaking her ass.
There were a lot of my followers on Dubu's stream, and the followers, with me heading the charge, began donating.
Less than an hour had passed, but Dubu's body was drenched in sweat.
-'I Am Not a Princess' has donated 10,000 won.
Dubu drenched in sweat... now that was a rare delicacy.
-Daaamn.
-Ec
-sta
-sy
-This is it for today.
Upload this to Neotube and it'd get demonetized for sure.
After realizing what she looked like, Dubu changed her clothes and started dancing again.
She must've practiced quite a bit for this challenge—her lines were clean.
When it had gone past three hours and the end time was approaching, I—who'd been playing Maple Leaf and occasionally glancing over—sent another donation, and Dubu's face crumpled into an almost-teary expression.
-"You... you just wait till I go live... I'll pay this back twice over..."
-'I Am Not a Princess' has donated 1,200,000 won.
Oh shit, the money's doubling by itself? I'm in a good mood, so here's an extra hour~
-"HEY!!!!"
Dubu blocked donations after that, and that day Dubu spent seven hours panting and shaking nothing but her ass before ending the stream without even saying goodbye.
Time passed, and the festival was right around the corner.
Da-yeon and I wore wholesome maid outfits, with the only accent being custom garter belts for a bit of flair.
Da-yeon tried to compress and hide her chest, but that thing—which only gets bigger as she gets older—could no longer conceal its presence.
Driving a Maklaren supercar in a maid outfit with sunglasses on, every single person who saw me flinched.
When we arrived at school and walked toward our classroom, the vast majority of eyes turned to us.
"Si-yoon... I'm so embarrassed..."
"It's fine~ just enjoy it~"
The moment we entered the classroom, Park Ji-hoon and Kim Tae-oh were just coming out after getting changed—and the instant I saw them, I felt that something had gone terribly wrong.
They say a man conveys everything with his back, right...?
Park Ji-hoon's muscles looked like they were about to burst. It was as if the clothes themselves were screaming, 'I'm too small, I'm about to tear open.' A sight so terrifying I was afraid it'd show up in my dreams...
Especially. What really stole the show was the way his obscenely bulging thighs, visible under the short skirt, looked like they were being compressed by the stockings.
Since he was still a student and probably conscious of the scrutiny, Park Ji-hoon wore shoulder-length arm sleeves to cover up the tattoos he'd gotten this time...
Out of all the many, many maid outfits available, why he had to buy one that was too small—he was showing off his entire lats like he was wearing a tank top and barely covering his nipples.
I wanted to vomit at the sight, but I managed to restrain myself.
Meanwhile, Kim Tae-oh actually looked good in it, which started making the disgust even more intense.
The kids who pushed for this and then ended up embarrassed...
Honestly, the visuals here were seriously difficult to wear or even look at while in your right mind.
To put it bluntly, every single one of the guys was pure, concentrated nightmare fuel.
If I'd had a Glock in my hand, I'd have shot them all dead. For real...
They were messing around doing chest bumps with each other, and at times like this my overwhelmingly superior dynamic vision was a curse.
Han Jong-su, you son of a bitch.
A guy—fucking hell! If you've hiked your skirt up, at least wear some safety shorts, or at least boxer briefs or some shit. Why is this motherfucker wearing tight white briefs and showing off that nasty under-ass flab, what the hell...
The fucking thing was, this body's memory was so goddamn good I couldn't even forget it.
"Oh fuck, this motherfucker's wearing tighty-whities, holy shit so fucking nasty"
"And they're white, what the hell, ugh"
"Flip the front up and you'd probably see everything."
"Everything?"
"Don't do it!!! You crazy bastards!"
They were running around having a blast among themselves, and maybe because it was their first time wearing skirts that flutter, they had zero sense of caution whatsoever.
Park Ji-hoon was leaning his chin on his hand next to me...
His muscles kept lurching with every movement.
"Wow... holy shit wow... goddamn... Ji-hoon... wasn't there a bigger size?"
"This was the biggest one they had."
"You... fuck, you... aren't you even embarrassed?"
"You're the one who told me to wear it, why are you picking a fight."
"Look in the mirror... for fuck's sake! How can I not curse? Why don't you just pop the nipples out too while you're at it?"
"Oh my, how indeli..."
I couldn't take it anymore and put Park Ji-hoon to sleep.
The bastard toppled face-first onto the desk perfectly naturally, his muscles still squirming.
Da-yeon, embarrassed, had buried her face in a book long before.
I stared wordlessly at Kim Tae-oh, who was sitting quietly.
"You... for fuck's sake... you dickhead... why are you just sitting there all prim and proper... what the hell... fucking seriously..."
"... Wouldn't one... be unable to... spread one's legs..."
If you only look at Kim Tae-oh's face and the outfit, he looks like a pretty woman with a short haircut, which makes it even more disgusting.
Even though his arms and legs are pure fucking muscle...
Maybe because we'd proudly written "MAID OUTFIT" on our class T-shirts...
We were drawing quite a lot of stares...
Our class's kids, hiding behind me and Da-yeon...
They'd point at Park Ji-hoon and giggle, but the second our eyes met, they'd press their lips shut.
Under my direction, we started moving the supplies.
The festival's rules were simple.
Each class got a set amount of coins, and whichever class collected the most coins won the prize.
To get first place, you had to leave behind the absolute minimum number of people to run the shop and send the rest out, under the class president's orders, to go earn coins.
Other classes were doing whatever they could to get out and roam around, but our class seemed to have no intention of leaving.
If these morons were gonna be like this, then why the hell did they insist on wearing maid outfits... seriously... pathetic.
They say humans are creatures of adaptation, right?
I don't know about the others, but I'd gotten pretty used to Park Ji-hoon, who was constantly next to me.
The image of a muscular guy in arm sleeves and a maid outfit... the fact that I'd gotten used to this was pretty ridiculous to me, too.
Da-yeon was surrounded by the girls, looking busy making coffee and cakes.
"Would you like to take a picture?"
"Piss off."
"Hey, all you're left with is pictures—the more you take, the better."
I started idly fiddling with Park Ji-hoon's arm sleeve.
"You're getting thicker and thicker, huh?"
"College exam's over, so I've been seriously back at training."
"Right, you said you do martial arts."
"Hmm... these days even Mr. Oh Jeong-su can't last a full minute against me."
"Looks like it."
"I've been thinking about it, compared to the past, you know?"
"Hmm... still looks a little lacking?"
"Yeah. Still, I figure I'll probably surpass him before I go to the military."
While we were talking, I secretly took a picture of Park Ji-hoon. The moment he noticed, he yelled.
"Are you insane?!"
"Yep, now piss off~"
I dodged Park Ji-hoon's reach, gave him the middle finger, and bolted.
Post this on social media and I'm definitely gonna rack up some likes.