“It was a misunderstanding. S-sorry.”
An awkward apology from senior Ju-hee as she left.
“Thanks to you, we won’t get caught separately. Thank you!”
A sarcastic thank you from Gyu-ah as she left.
After they both left, I did feel slightly annoyed, but the accusation itself was sowhat dull.
↳ Anonymous157: Isn’t that too roughly written?
↳ Anonymous367: Is this an accusation? It’s just nonsense.
↳ Anonymous90: I want to have sex!
↳ Anonymous11: Isn’t this guy just a troublemaker? Seems like he’s stirring things up because the English departnt has been quiet.
↳ Anonymous46: I do have soone in mind.
↳ Anonymous178: The English departnt is great. I love how they stoke the fire whenever the bamboo grove gets boring.
↳ Anonymous69: I want to have sexxxxx!
↳ Anonymous408: I’m in the English departnt, and don’t post things like this.
‘Hmm.’
It seed like the incident itself wouldn’t be ntioned as a big deal, even in the Bamboo Forest.
Actually, what’s more important is.
‘Senior Ju-hee mistook for soone else.’
Because she seed to notice that Seo Yerin and Yu Arin like at Gold One.
She probably ca because she was worried about that.
‘Just how much does she know though?’
Anyway, it was clear she knew sothing.
There were tis she slept in my arms at Gold One.
‘Co to think of it, I’d forgotten about it.’
I was too busy lately, and since senior Ju-hee seed to want to forget, I did too.
Thinking back, I wondered what kind of situation led to her being in my arms.
No matter how much I ponder, there’s no answer.
Anyway.
After Gyu-ah and senior Ju-hee left, I was about to naturally head back to the dormitory when I got caught up in making decorations while buying lona and Zero Cola.
“Kim Woojin, what’s this? Do you not know how to hold scissors?”
And now I was getting scolded harshly.
“Ah, what can I do if I’m not good with my hands.”
I grumbled back, and Yu Arin, sipping her Chocomong, clicked her tongue.
“Ugh, what are you going to do when you go to the army?”
“Why are you rubbing salt in my wounds?”
“What, Woojin is going to the army?!”
Seo Yerin, who was diligently drawing sothing with a ruler beside , suddenly lifted her head in surprise.
“Of course I’m going.”
I’m not so foreign student; it’s mandatory, so I obviously have to go.
“I thought Woojin wouldn’t go.”
Seo Yerin, with a sullen face, pouted.
Watching this, Yu Arin shook her head.
“Does being the chairman’s son exempt you from military duty? You have to go.”
That’s true.
But Seo Yerin shakes her head, saying that’s not what she ant.
“No, if he goes to a hospital or sothing, won’t he get exempted due to so illness?”
“……”
When I clamd up, Yu Arin inhaled sharply and took it seriously.
“A ntal hospital, you an? Well, the kid isn’t quite normal. And if he goes, he’d probably get diagnosed with sothing.”
“Right? There are tis when his thinking is a bit off.”
“Woojin, why don’t you try going-”
I didn’t want to hear any more of what they said, so I just stood up.
I fled towards Choi Yiseo, who was on the phone with the professor.
“Yes, yes. No, I’m getting ready. Yes, I have to go too.”
Choi Yiseo, caught by the talkative professor, looks tired.
Standing by the window, I was looking outside, and the jeans-clad hips were tempting.
Suddenly.
I thought of Gyu-ah, who sneered at for living a captured life.
Like the serpent that whispered to Eve to eat the forbidden fruit.
Succumbing to the intense impulse of temptation, I reach out and grab Choi Yiseo’s hips.
“Huh?!”
Startled, Choi Yiseo turns her head sharply to look at .
“Oh, no! It’s nothing.”
Suddenly, a voice cos out, and I hastily make an excuse as if sothing was asked from over there.
‘There were many situations like this in adult videos.’
I started to squeeze a little harder, and Choi Yiseo goes on tiptoe, leaning her body forward.
It seems she’s trying to escape, but since it was by the window, there was nowhere else to go.
“Uh, no? I-I’m rather grateful. For trusting like this.”
Although she tried to push my hand away with one hand, it’s already half a year into ho training for .
Despite Choi Yiseo’s feeble resistance, I insert my hand deeper, slipping it between her thighs and lifting slightly.
“…?!”
With a sharp touch, Choi Yiseo’s back stiffens as she bites her lips and glares at .
Grinning at this, I gently move my hand back and forth, as if tickling.
Choi Yiseo places her phone on her chest to muffle the sound, then warns with resentnt.
“St-stop it!”
Initially, I just wanted to play with the bored-looking Choi Yiseo while refuting Gyu-ah’s words.
Before I knew it, I was focused and moving my hand, causing Choi Yiseo’s hips to tremble slightly.
“Yes, professor, no, no, it’s nothing. Ah… Yes, that’s good. Then next ti, let’s call the first-year representative and vice-representative too-”
The call is slowly coming to an end.
Finally, I pinch her butt strongly again, then imdiately turn my body to get ready to run away.
“……”
“……”
As soon as I turn, I et eyes with Seo Yerin and Yu Arin but ignore them.
“I’m leaving.”
As I pack my bag, I still feel the gazes of the two following .
“Kim Woo-jin specialty. Once the thing is up, it falls.”
“Didn’t soone say they were debating between relationships?”
“……”
My chest felt stabbed.
The things I worried about seed truly trivial, but it’s Gyu-ah and Choi Yiseo’s fault.
Gyu-ah thought two-timing was too easy, so I followed suit, half of it.
Choi Yiseo exercised too hard, making her butt tempting, half of it.
Divided like this, both share the responsibility.
I’m just the victim.
“It’s not that the thing controls the brain. The brain is just the thing.”
“That jerk, I knew from the start when he was making a fuss about keeping his distance from us. Just all talk.”
“Woojin sure knows how to use his tongue well.”
“…That’s not what I ant. You seem to have changed.”
While Yu Arin looked at Seo Yerin sitting next to her in disbelief.
I quickly slipped out of the lecture hall, and a mont later.
“Kim Woojiiiin!”
As Choi Yiseo’s shout echoed while I was going down the stairs, I started to run away faster.
“Whew.”
That’s the truth.
In the end, I was escaping to the dormitory room.
Why did I act up?
Lying sprawled out in the room, feeling like a wreck, I stared at the ceiling in self-reflection.
Isn’t this what it ans to ruin your life with a mont’s impulse?
In the end, touching Choi Yiseo’s butt was great, but my manhood only got angrier.
After getting thoroughly beaten by Choi Yiseo, who even ca to my room, here I am lying down.
In the end, all that remained was the towering masculinity.
Seeing that this bastard doesn’t deflate even after getting hit, it seems he enjoyed the play with Choi Yiseo earlier.
“Sigh.”
But my heart was pricked too.
As Yu Arin had said, there was a ti when I subtly kept my distance to sort things out.
Before I knew it, I was just groping as I pleased.
‘It was too damn tempting for .’
But Choi Yiseo is also at fault.
What can you do if the butt is so firm?
Honestly, I wanted to bury my face there, not just my hands.
“Sigh.”
Seeing myself bla others like this, I realize I still haven’t co to my senses and thump my head against the floor once.
‘Co to think of it, Yoon-ji said she was coming.’
I get up to go et her and head back down to the first floor.
Will she co in the sports car again today?
I was already getting attention from the dorm students, and now I was worried about drawing more attention for this reason.
“Ahem, ahem. Woojin, what are you doing?”
It was senior Ju-hee calling from behind.
Perhaps feeling embarrassed about the earlier misunderstanding, she approached with a slight cough.
“Senior, a friend wanted to have a quick chat, so I’m waiting.”
“Oh, really? About earlier…I’m sorry again.”
“It’s alright, Senior.”
I tried to brush it off and continued waiting for Yoon-ji to return, but senior Ju-hee kept standing there, staring at intently.
“…Why are you doing that?”
I wondered if there was a problem, but senior Ju-hee glanced around and then said.
“Yo-your hand.”
“What?”
“Just give your hand once.”
A sudden request.
But since it wasn’t anything difficult, I promptly extended my hand.
The senior carefully took my hands with both of hers and started to touch them, examining here and there.
‘…What’s this.’
Since it’s senior Ju-hee, I figured there must be a reason.
It must be just my imagination that it feels a bit suggestive.
‘It’s you again, Choi Yiseo.’
It was definitely because of Choi Yiseo’s excitent that even senior Ju-hee’s innocent touch felt suggestive to .
“Your hands are…bigger than I thought?”
“Really? It’s the first ti I’ve heard that.”
I thought they were just about right.
“Actually, your hands are smaller than I thought, Senior.”
As I playfully clenched her hand with a smile, senior Ju-hee’s shoulders twitched slightly, and she stared at .
“Oh, oh! R-really?!”
Then she quickly let go of my hand and turned around.
“I’ll be going! Take care!”
“Ah, yes.”
I felt like my hands were getting warm, but anyway, senior Ju-hee left.
“Isn’t it a gem?”
The familiar voice of my ex-girlfriend ca from behind.
“…I thought I’d hear the sound since you ca by car.”
“I walked on purpose. To get so exercise.”
I see.
As I slowly turned around, there was Oh Yoon-ji with her hands on her hips, looking displeased.
“You’re flirting with every girl now that we’ve broken up?”
“No! Senior Ju-hee isn’t a girl, she’s the boss!”
I tried to make an excuse, but her half-closed eyes didn’t relent.
“What boss. She was totally a female.”
“Apologize to the boss.”
“You apologize to . Showing off holding a girl’s hand as soon as I arrive.”
“…Why did you co?”
Continuing this conversation would only put at a disadvantage. So I just steered the conversation to the main point.
“Ugh, are you still managing the Bamboo Forest?”
Oh Yoon-ji decides not to press further on the topic.
“Yes, I am.”
I thought it would be about our relationship, but it seems not.
Could it be a change of heart after drinking with the kids yesterday?
We exchange words without much difficulty.
“You used the Bamboo Forest for promotion and stuff, right? Are you still doing that?”
Is this a work-related conversation?
“No, I’m not doing it anymore.”
So recently, the Engineering kids are disappointed that Popo is not using the Bamboo Forest.
There’s no big issue since the broadcast is still happening.
Oh Yoon-ji’s expression darkens slightly at my words, and she cautiously asks.
“Could you show the Popo account records if it’s okay?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m a bit worried about sothing. It won’t take long.”
“…It’s not difficult.”
It was peculiar.
There had been an anonymous user asking to see Popo’s records in the past.
‘Though there hasn’t been any contact since.’
Thinking it wouldn’t be a big issue if it was Oh Yoon-ji, I turn on the Bamboo Grove and check the records of Popo’s account, Anonymous111.
[Anonymous111 Recent Records]
- Anonymous111: Hello, Gahyeon University friends! This is Popo, the eating show broadcaster! I’m doing a king crab eating show at 9 PM today, please watch a lot!
↳ Anonymous111 (Author): I’m sorry! I’ll be careful next ti!
↳ Anonymous111 (Author): Well, my grades are pretty much ruined.
- Anonymous111: Hey everyone! There’s a joint broadcast at 9 PM! Please look for Popo the broadcaster!
- Anonymous111: Guess what. Tomorrow is Monday, but since Popo has no classes, I’m planning a 24-hour broadcast! Feel free to drop by!
- Anonymous111: Oh? Did you know Popo’s broadcast is taking a break today?!
↳ Anonymous111 (Author): Yes?
↳ Anonymous111 (Author): ;
Anonymous111: Everyone! Cheer up today as well! Midterms, let’s go! Popo is cheering for you!
- Anonymous111: Guess what. Tomorrow is Monday, but Popo has a day off, so I’m planning a 24-hour broadcast! Feel free to drop by!
- Anonymous111: Yo! Everyone! Hello! This is BJ Popo! The festival is coming up soon! Actually, I got to join the cheer squad! I’ll be live streaming on the festival day, so enjoy watching!
“Look at the readability.”
Oh Yoon-ji grumbled briefly, furrowing her brows, but skimd through the chat history, saying she’d take a quick look.
It felt like she was trying to figure sothing out, not just reading.
A few minutes later.
“Sigh.”
Oh Yoon-ji lets out a long sigh, tapping her forehead as if she discovered sothing.
“Why, what is it?”
Curious about what was going on, I asked again, and Oh Yoon-ji looked at briefly, shook her head, and replied.
“No, it’s sothing we need to handle. Thanks, Woojin. You’ve made it clear.”
“Made it clear?”
“Yes, thank you so much. You’ve saved a life.”
I wondered what she ant.
Oh Yoon-ji left the dormitory without leaving even a trace of an afterthought.
To soothe the slight disappointnt, I checked the latest records of Popo that Oh Yoon-ji had just seen.
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