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Chapter 2 - c2

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 2

Chapter Title: Betting Results

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The next afternoon.

"Code isn't just about telling the computer what to do—it's about how efficiently you do it.

For example, with binary search..."

I was sitting in my major class, completely zoned out like I'd lost my mind.

When I woke up that morning, my studio apartment was a total wreck.

The room reeked of booze mixed with stale snacks and cold side dishes.

Bloody towels and used condoms were scattered across the floor.

And on my shriveled dick hung a condom bloated with a massive load of cum, dangling pathetically.

'...So it wasn't a dream.'

Me, taking turns with those three.

There was some confusion and unease about being forced while I was asleep, sure.

But they were all so gorgeous, with killer bodies—what guy wouldn't be at least a little thrilled?

'Honestly, looks-wise, they're S-rank idols, and their figures are even better.'

There was even this weird thrill knowing I was their first.

Yeah.

If that's where it ended, I might've just brushed it off.

But then, on my way to the lecture hall that morning, I got a KakaoTalk.

Talk.

[Kim Sujin] (Video)

A video?

I checked my phone.

"...!"

A condom was rolled onto my rock-hard dick.

I glanced around the empty hallway, turned down the volume, and hit play.

-Ohhh, he's gonna blow, he's gonna blow.

Lee Ayoung's voice, like she was filming.

Whether from being drunk or just excited, the camera shook all over the place.

My dick twitched and pulsed, shooting thick ropes of white cum.

A huge load quickly pooled at the tip of the condom like fruit.

-Whoa, this psycho shoots so much.

That was Choi Yujeong's voice.

And in one corner, I caught a glimpse of Kim Sujin's legs.

She must've been on top of me and scrambled off in a hurry.

Talk.

[Kim Sujin] Where are you?

I panicked, my mind blanking on what to even reply.

All I could think was how lucky they didn't show my face—though that just made me feel pathetic.

Talk.

[Kim Sujin] Come to the cafe at 11. The one where I filmed. Even if you have class.

It felt like the nightmares from high school were starting all over again.

◇◇◇◆◇◇◇

First year of middle school.

I still remember it clear as day.

I sat at the end of the third row from the hallway.

"Hey."

My desk mate was Kim Sujin.

"...Uh. Hey."

'Whoa. She's insanely pretty.'

That was my first impression of her.

She hit it off with everyone around her in no time, no matter the direction.

Unlike me, she was super sociable.

Obviously, that pretty face helped a ton.

She quickly bonded with Choi Yujeong behind me and Lee Ayoung in front, and they started hanging out like a clique.

That innocent, sweet first impression didn't last long.

Whether she was always like that or they corrupted each other hanging out, who knows.

Thud.

During break, a sudden punch to my back.

"Ow!"

"Ugh, class was so boring. Kim Minwoo, it's your fault it sucked."

'How is it my fault...'

I rubbed my sore back as Choi Yujeong giggled and kept going.

"Acting like it hurts when it doesn't. What a pussy."

"..."

Lee Ayoung twisted around from the front seat, handing me her tablet.

"Kim Minwoo, while you're at it, do my homework too. You can, right? I'll buy you snacks."

Choi Yujeong would hit me when she got bored, and Lee Ayoung bossed me around.

Some might call me an idiot for putting up with it.

But back then, first year middle school— I was smaller than all of them in height and build.

And it didn't start out as bullying.

It built up gradually.

Like fine craftsmanship, they dialed up the intensity just enough that I couldn't snap or say no without it being awkward.

But that was nothing.

Kim Sujin, the leader of the three.

She'd just prop her chin and watch me get picked on.

She never bossed me or hit me.

But if I had to name the worst of them, it'd be Kim Sujin, no hesitation.

She got off on my mental torment.

Kim Sujin, watching from the side, smirked.

Whenever she smiled, chills ran down my spine.

What twisted idea was she cooking up now?

Kim Sujin spoke up loud.

"For real?"

"...?"

Her out-of-nowhere comment threw me; I stared at her in confusion.

"You really think you could beat Yeongseok?"

"...What?"

Seo Yeongseok. The undisputed king of our class—no, our whole middle school.

Top dog.

My eyes met his from the back window seat, glaring daggers.

"...!"

I sensed deep shit incoming.

Kim Sujin said,

"Ah, so even if you're smaller, you win with skill? I don't know much about guy fights. Hey, anyone need the bathroom?"

"Me."

"Me too."

She headed off to the bathroom with Choi Yujeong and Lee Ayoung.

You bitches.

Seo Yeongseok and his crew slunk toward me.

I'll leave the rest to your imagination.

They say the brain erases or distorts the worst memories.

Let's just say after that, whenever we had time, breaks turned into fun little sparring sessions with Yeongseok and his gang.

Anyway.

Whether it was heaven's prank or someone pulling strings,

I was always in the same class as those three bitches.

And seating was always arranged to surround me like a game of Go.

That lasted through all six years of middle and high school.

◇◇◇◆◇◇◇

The cafe Kim Sujin pinned was near my place, one I knew.

[Cafe Honeyed]

My dad's younger brother—my uncle—ran it.

I got there right after class, almost 11.

The bell on the door jingled as I walked in.

"Welcome."

A familiar part-timer's voice greeted me.

"...?!"

"..."

Behind the counter, Choi Yujeong in a chain-store uniform and apron gave me an awkward smile.

'What the hell.'

As I stood there dumbfounded, she slid a pre-made Americano my way.

"Go upstairs. Sujin's waiting."

"Wait. You... uh... how are you... working here..."

"How? Dumbass, I'm the part-timer here. Hurry up. Sujin's pissed."

She snickered.

After that disaster alert about Kim Sujin being furious, I grabbed the coffee and bolted upstairs.

One couple sat by the window on the second floor.

I turned and headed to the partitioned study nook inside.

Kim Sujin, chin propped, staring blankly out the window, turned to me.

The sunlight pouring through the window always lit her up perfectly.

'...She's fucking gorgeous. Shit.'

Her glossy hair with a slight wave.

Seductive like a snake or fox, with big, innocent eyes locking onto me.

Any guy facing that sly smile would feel his heart tickle.

But after six years of her bullshit, I knew what lurked behind that beauty.

While other guys froze like statues, I trudged over, numb to it all.

I sat across from her, gauging the vibe.

"..."

"..."

Still propping her chin, she stared straight at me and spoke.

"Remember last night?"

I shook my head.

"...No."

If I said I vaguely remembered, she'd twist it: "So you were awake? You enjoyed it too?"

'Predictable.'

"You saw the video?"

"..."

"Congrats, Minwoo."

"Huh?"

"We jerked you off."

"..."

"We took turns giving you a handjob last night. Aren't you grateful?"

"..."

"Not grateful?"

Kim Sujin curled her lips into a seductive smile.

Suddenly, Choi Yujeong's warning downstairs flashed in my mind: 'Kim Sujin's pissed.'

Kim Sujin tapped the table with her finger.

"Some guys pay hookers for that. Right? But out of friendship, we did it for free."

"..."

"Me, Yujeong, Ayoung. We're fucking hot, right? Amazing bodies. Way above those street whores. Yeah?"

"..."

"Minwoo."

"Yeah?"

She pouted like she was sulking.

"You've been clamming up, no answers. I'm starting to get mad."

"S-Sorry."

"Aren't me, Yujeong, and Ayoung super pretty? Right?"

"...Yeah."

Well, that much was true.

Kim Sujin cupped her ample chest with her arms.

"Great bodies too."

"..."

"Right?"

Don't answer, Kim Minwoo. Don't fall into the sexual harassment trap.

"Not answering again? While eyeing my tits."

"No. No, I wasn't looking."

Agh. Shit.

I glanced at her chest without thinking.

You crazy bitch, propping them up like that—how's a guy not supposed to look?

"You just did."

"..."

"You just checked them out, right? Answer."

"..."

I hunched over weakly and nodded reluctantly.

"Aren't you grateful we jerked you off?"

Saying thanks here would be a trap.

"Still..."

I mustered my courage.

"Even so... doing it while I was asleep... forcing it... isn't that kinda wrong...?"

Our eyes met, and conditioned fear made me look away instantly.

She nodded.

With a smile.

Wait.

Something.

Like she'd expected this resistance from the start.

No.

That's when I realized I'd fallen right into Kim Sujin's trap.

"Even so, forcing it was kinda off...?"

"..."

"So you're grateful we jerked you off, but the 'forcing' part bugged you? So you are grateful?"

"N-No, that's not—"

"Oh? Not grateful?"

"..."

"You know? The three of us were all virgins, but we did it thinking of you."

Please. Don't say it so loud...

I thought of the couple by the window.

At that volume, they definitely heard.

"Losing your virginity as a girl is such a big—"

"I get it. I get it."

I made a pleading face, begging her to lower her voice.

"You get it? What do you get?"

"...Thanks."

"Thanks?"

"Yeah. Thanks."

"Thanks for what?"

It had begun.

Making me confess to wrongs I didn't commit, voicing gratitude that wasn't there.

Kim Sujin's specialty.

But.

'This shit ends here.'

I'm an adult now, in college.

No more letting these bitches push me around.

I straightened my slumped shoulders and back.

"Sujin."

"..."

She tilted her head, eyes gleaming with interest.

"Let's stop this."

"...What?"

"Acting like this at our age. Aren't you sick of it?"

At my rebellion, Kim Sujin threw her head back toward the ceiling.

Beaming with smug pride.

Fuck. Even scarier now.

She slowly lowered her gaze to me.

"Wow."

"..."

"Our little Minwoo. I wondered when you'd say it. You've finally reached that stage, huh?"

Kim Sujin stared me down.

I swallowed hard without meaning to.

A brief silence.

She spoke.

"It'd be fun if that video from last night went up in your comp sci group chat, right?"

"...!"

My heart pounded wildly.

"Let me ask again."

"..."

"Grateful or not?"

As I hesitated, she pulled up the gallery video on her phone.

"Answer, and I'll delete the video."

Her slender finger hovered over delete.

My hand shot up toward the table instinctively.

She snatched the phone away quick.

"Answer."

"Thanks. Thanks."

She smirked at my flustered face.

"Thanks for what?"

"..."

"Huh? Not answering?"

Wait—my face wasn't in the video.

Maybe I could play it cool—

"Oh. Right."

Kim Sujin shoved her phone screen at me.

A photo.

Me, dead asleep, oblivious, with a full erection and a cum-filled condom still on.

My mouth opened on its own.

"...Thanks for... last night."

"Say thanks for jerking you off."

"...Thanks for... jerking me off."

"Good boy. Should've said it sooner."

She fiddled with her phone, satisfied, then showed me the screen.

"See? Deleted. Video and photo, even emptied the trash."

"The video... Ayoung filmed it. Don't the others have it too?"

"Kuh. Smart as ever, our Minwoo."

"..."

"Listen."

Kim Sujin leaned forward, resting her chest on the table.

My palm itched, but I held back.

"Last night, the three of us made a bet while taking turns with you."

"..."

"Whoever made you cum had to fuck you raw as punishment."

So that hazy thing I heard half-asleep was real.

Kim Sujin's mocking laugh twisted into fury.

"Fuck. But you had to blow on my turn, you oblivious idiot?"

"..."

Wait. So then.

Raw?

With Kim Sujin?

I couldn't help imagining it.

"Let me sum it up."

She clasped her hands like in prayer.

"They've got that one video without your face. But they could ID you easy."

"..."

"Minwoo?"

"...Yeah?"

"Wanna fuck me once? Then they'll delete the video. Great deal for you, right?"

"..."

I hesitated, and she nodded.

"I get it. Feels like free cake, but your conscience makes it hard to jump at it."

"..."

"Don't get too excited, though. No full strip. Just insert, move for 30 seconds on camera, done. But even that's a win for you, yeah?"

"You're... filming it?"

Kim Sujin sighed.

"Gotta prove I did the punishment. Show the girls, then delete. Don't worry. Or—"

"..."

"Should I have them watch live?"

That'd be humiliating in its own way.

I shook my head.

"I'll text you in a few days. Wait for it. Go."

"Huh?"

"Go on. No afternoon class?"

"...Yeah."

Felt weird.

This was 'my' cafe, in my name, run by my uncle.

Getting told to leave my own cafe felt off.

Anyway, I grabbed my bag and stood awkwardly.

"Oh, and act like you know us at school from now on."

"Yeah."

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