Chapter 1: I’ve Entered an Academy Pure Love Novel.
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 1: I’ve Entered an Academy Pure Love Novel.
And so, I finally held Yumin’s hand. It felt like a dream. To go from childhood friends to lovers... our relationship will last forever...
"This guy is a total lunatic."
The way the protagonist of this novel handled romance was beyond frustrating.
If you’ve confessed your feelings and found out they’re mutual, you should be making a move within a month.
But after a whole month, the only progress they made was holding hands? It was driving me insane.
If you went through such a difficult process to start dating, shouldn't the progress be fast?
"No, seriously... does this make sense? If you've been dating for a month, shouldn't the physical stuff be all wrapped up by now?"
"What would a guy like you know? Put the phone down and focus, you piece of shit."
I almost threw the phone before realizing it wasn't mine.
How am I supposed to focus right now?
If the author was going to show this kind of perpetual-virgin development, why was the prologue written like that? I couldn't understand it.
"What did you say the title of this novel was?"
"Academy Pure Love Diary. I told you to focus, and now you're asking for the title? Forget it, get off."
At those words, I hurriedly looked down.
A body so thin her ribs were visible came into view.
Every time she took a deep breath, her exposed cleavage looked provocative.
Her venomous eyes were sharp enough to tear someone apart, and her fingernails were already dug deep into my back.
"Hey, that really hurts. I told you not to use your nails. Last time it was your teeth, now it's your nails. Honestly, I’m the victim here. You’re the one who started this, and then I turned on the phone."
As soon as I finished speaking, I heard a laugh of pure disbelief.
Min-jeong reached out with both hands, grabbed my neck, and fixed my head in place.
Even while I was gasping for air, my hips were moving steadily.
With every wet, slapping sound, the semen I’d already spilled was trickling down the crack of her buttocks, soaking the bedsheets.
"Is that really why? You just snatched my phone to try and call someone, didn't you? Do you have any idea how embarrassed I was when you called the guy I was seeing last time?"
Because of you, my love life is going to hell, she continued to spew curses.
The way to deal with Min-jeong when she was like this was simply to keep pounding her.
She screamed and moaned at the top of her lungs, wrapping her legs tightly around my waist, rubbing against me so closely that not even air could pass between us.
It was impressive how she managed to keep cursing through all that.
I slid my hand down and gently rubbed her clit with my thumb, eliciting a piercing scream of pleasure.
"Min-jeong, I told you a dozen times, I didn't do it on purpose. He really was the one in the missed calls. Besides, he’s going to the army soon, so why are you making such a fuss about some guy you're seeing?"
I bet he’ll call me the moment he enlists, right? At those words, Min-jeong couldn't say a thing.
She just trembled to her tiptoes, her toes curling and uncurling repeatedly.
Seeing her eyelids fluttering, I figured she was almost there and picked up the pace.
Our backsides collided with heavy thuds.
Toward the end, she was making these gasping, choking sounds—she looked almost cute, like a pig right before its throat is slit.
At the very end, she didn't even have the strength to scream; her waist just shivered uncontrollably before she went limp like a squid.
I was going to stroke her hair, but then I remembered her choking me earlier, so I grabbed a handful of it instead.
"Why are you so selfish? This is the third time I’ve told you that you have to clean me up when we’re done. You really only think about yourself."
The "Ack!" soon turned into "Ugh, ugh-ugh," and a refreshing sensation washed over my entire body.
After shaking my hips slightly to empty the last of the fluid into her mouth, I stood up.
I checked the phone to find a pile of missed calls and text messages.
'I did it with this one yesterday, so she's on hold... This one has big tits, should I call her out for a drink tonight? Oh... come to think of it, I promised a threesome today, didn't I...'
I worked my thumb busily on the screen with one hand while quickly getting dressed with the other.
It was a busy day.
On days when I had a double-header, strict self-management was required.
I’d have to eat some eel for dinner to handle this schedule.
"Min-jeong, I'm out all night today, so you don't have to rush. Take your time leaving. I'll head out first. I'll call you later."
Behind me, I heard various insults like "Lee Tae-ok, you crazy bastard" and "You mannerless piece of shit," but I ignored them cleanly.
It wasn't the first time, and that was part of Min-jeong's charm.
A sort of sharp, biting flavor that came from that scrawny body.
'It's also why I visit her often.'
As I walked out of the motel, I searched for the novel's title on my phone, and it popped up instantly.
It seemed incredibly popular, and the reviews were full of praise.
It was currently on hiatus, but the latest chapter had been uploaded yesterday.
Curious, I paid for it immediately and read it—it was the same content I’d been reading in the motel.
So, you're telling me that after 172 chapters, the only progress they made was finally dating and holding hands?
'Trust, affection, and progress built up step by step? No, seriously, people actually like this?'
It was a sentiment I couldn't understand.
I started wondering how the protagonist would react if someone else snatched her away.
Even a road that looks like a one-way street usually has a side path if you look closely.
Human emotions were often similar, after all. Just look at the protagonist here.
If he's over twenty, he should be very interested in sex, so it was just weird to see him acting all happy just holding hands like an idiot.
It felt contrived.
It looked like a blatant attempt to drag the story out.
'I seriously can't stand this.'
Normally, I wouldn't even read such a novel, let alone leave a comment, but today I felt a strong urge.
Thinking that my comment would be good fertilizer for the author, I began writing a long response.
I was supposed to meet Su-jeong, but that was pushed to the back of my mind.
If I didn't write this now, I might end up fiddling with my phone while driving.
[Hello, Author. I am a reader who just finished the latest chapter. I don't know what kind of bond has been built between Min-su and Yu-min so far, but I think after all this, it's time for a deeper physical relationship. Ending it with just holding hands makes it seem like you have zero experience with dating...]
I intended to stop there, but the frustrating plot had made me so angry that my fingers moved on their own.
[...Blushing over just holding hands should end after elementary school. Honestly, at an age where they know everything there is to know, this makes no sense. It really feels like Min-su and Yu-min have no experience. They don't seem "pure"; they seem simple-minded...]
The comment grew longer and longer, and when I hit the character limit, I just copied and pasted it into a private message.
The author's email was listed right there.
I wondered if everyone made their email public like this.
[...Therefore, it is my small wish that you would do it this way. Sincerely, a devoted reader of the latest chapter.]
I had only read one chapter, but I considered myself a devoted reader.
Otherwise, who would send a 1,500-character message based only on the latest chapter?
It was a sincere heart, truly wishing to be of some small help.
Of course, there were some malicious parts in the middle, but I thought that was a very small portion compared to the rest.
"Honestly, I'm a pretty nice reader for doing this."
There's no one quite like me, I muttered to myself as I got into the car.
Looking at other comments, some said things like, "I'm dropping this. Author, go work at a loading dock instead," so compared to that, mine was practically cute.
I rolled down the window and glanced up at the motel window.
The light was on in Min-jeong's room.
Usually, she would have fallen asleep immediately, but after always saying she’d shower before sleeping, she had finally gotten up.
"She really is cute."
The moment I drove past the motel parking lot screen, a pure white space appeared instead of the road.
For a second, I wondered if such a place existed, but I had no memory of it.
It was a pure white space with absolutely nothing in it.
'Am I dizzy?'
I wasn't so lacking in stamina that I'd be hit by fatigue right after sex.
Unless I was sick.
Even as I accelerated to 200 km/h, how could I explain this space that stretched out endlessly?
My phone was dead, and thinking it would be the same no matter where I went, I got out of the car.
"So you've finally settled down."
I looked up at the sudden voice.
The first thing I noticed was a purple and black checkered shirt with buttons that looked like they were about to burst.
A double chin, and black horn-rimmed glasses.
The body type was a classic drum.
Thanks to the combination of the checkered shirt and jeans, I could at least tell where the waist was.
'What the hell is this?'
Just as I was about to say something to the person who spoke as if they knew this place well, they spoke first.
"That message you sent... I read it well. Honestly, I was happy at first. I'd never read such a long message before, and it was full of praise in the beginning... But the more I read... you were mocking me..."
His clenched fists were trembling. His face was turning redder and redder, looking like a steamed bun.
The way he shuddered reminded me of a rice cooker.
"...So I looked at you... and I couldn't hold back my anger... Just because you're tall, handsome, and have some money, does that give you the right to mock me like that...? It doesn't... Do you think people lack experience because they want to? I didn't become a human condom by choice... You... you damn normie...!"
His chin fat trembled along with every word.
The atmosphere grew heavy in an instant, but I couldn't help thinking I wanted to try stretching that chin fat just once.
His voice fluctuated between loud and soft, mostly mumbling, only getting loud when he cursed.
Despite the serious atmosphere, I eventually couldn't hold back my laughter.
"What are you even saying? Pfft, puhahaha! Keke, haa... Ah, sorry, but that was actually funny... Stop with the weird talk. It looks like you're trapped here too, so why don't we think about how to get out?"
I thought it was a fairly rational statement.
Instead of wasting time on nonsense about reading a message, the priority was getting out of here.
However, it seemed the "Chubby Ahn" in front of me—the glasses-wearing fat guy—had different priorities.
"Y-you're laughing at me until the very end? Stop laughing! If you're so great, why don't you try it yourself! You bastard! I'll make you regret this!"
His spiteful words were comical, and his clenched fists looked like cute little buns.
As I was laughing out loud again, unable to help myself, Chubby Ahn clapped his hands, and a massive book appeared behind him.
'What is that? No, is this really a dream?'
The book cover read: <Academy Pure Love Diary>.
The book flipped open with a fluttering sound and rushed toward me at high speed.
I turned to run, but it was already too late. That was when I heard Chubby Ahn's voice.
Unlike before, his pronunciation and tone were perfectly clear.
"You! Do you think you'll be any different in there?! Spend the rest of your life stuck in there!!!"
If I had known this would happen, I regretted not at least pulling on that trembling chin fat once.