—————————————————————–
Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Simzy
—————————————————————–
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇
Yawning repeatedly, I climbed the hill leading to the lecture hall. A few of my classmates, including A-reum, were walking alongside me.
“Hwaaaam.”
“Kang Cheol, are you sleepy?”
“No, not really sleepy. Just spring fever, I guess?”
Just then, Ahn Sung-hyun also yawned widely and then sneezed. He sniffled and said with an embarrassed expression,
“Ugh, spring has definitely arrived. My pollen allergy is making me sneeze constantly.”
Indeed, spring had fully sprung in just a few days. It felt like just yesterday we were complaining about the long winter, and now it’s too hot to wear a jacket.
Then, a familiar voice called out.
“Cheol-jin! Cheol-jiiiin!”
“Senior Bam?”
Auburn hair and turquoise eyes. It was Senior Yoo Bam, the only exchange student from Deacon.
“Eh-heng. Cheol-jin, you promised to call me ‘noona’. Why are you calling me ‘senior’?”
Did I? I awkwardly greeted her again.
“Noona Bam, what brings you here?”
“See! Cheol-jin, you forgot about me, completely!”
“Huh?”
“You promised to come to the club! But you didn’t! When are you coming?!”
“Ah, right.”
I had completely forgotten. I’d been so busy with group projects and the gym lately.
I quickly made an excuse, pointing to the friends around me.
“Forgot? I felt awkward going alone, so I was gathering some people. These friends here also joined the club.”
“What?! All of them?!”
Noona Bam’s eyes widened in surprise. Some of my classmates flinched. Some of them were just walking to the next class, so they weren’t related to the club.
“No, just these three. Four including me.”
I nudged Sung-joo, A-reum, and Seong-hyun. Seo-jin and Mi-hyun, who were originally supposed to join us, had joined other clubs while I was procrastinating.
However, Noona Bam seemed more than happy with just us. She clasped her hands together and beamed.
“Thank you, Cheol-jin! I thought you forgot….”
“O-of course not.”
She was so happy that I felt a pang of guilt.
“Wait a moment, everyone. I’ll give you something nice!”
Noona Bam rummaged through her bag and pulled out a few things. Pens, sticky notes, a USB drive, bookmarks, and various other items appeared.
“Here, these are gifts for joining our club.”
“Th-thank you.”
We accepted the gifts with bewildered expressions. But that wasn’t the end.
“When you all come to the club, we’ll have a welcome party. I’ll buy beef!”
“Beef?!”
“Oh, low-carb, high-protein.”
Sung-joo and Seong-hyun rejoiced. The fact that their first thought at the mention of beef was low-carb, high-protein… these crazy gym rats. Honestly, I had the same thought, so I hated myself a little.
‘It’s for the diet.’
As I made this excuse, Noona Bam looked at me with clear eyes.
“Cheol-jin, you have to come to the club with your friends, okay?”
“O-of course. I’ll come by soon. I’m a bit of an otaku myself.”
I really needed to get going.
·
I arrived at the lecture hall, and class started soon after. I half-heartedly listened to the lecture, resting my chin on my hand and staring blankly at the monitor.
‘It’s been a month since I started school.’
It felt like three months had passed. That must be because so much had happened in just one month. The density of time was different from when I was alone in my room.
Making friends, which I had worried about, went smoothly, and I’d even had sexual relationships with two girls. I’d even reunited with my childhood best friend. So much had happened in just one month.
My college life was passing by in a whirlwind.
As I spent my time like this, midterm season was fast approaching.
The first exams since entering university.
With only three weeks left, my classmates were starting to focus on their studies. The atmosphere had subtly changed since our last drinking party last week.
Of course, not everyone was focused on studying. There were still some who weren’t tense at all, and I was one of them.
“Hwaaaam.”
I yawned discreetly, trying not to be seen by the professor. This darn spring fever.
Looking around, everyone was diligently taking notes and working on their projects. Occasionally, I saw people struggling to keep up and asking their neighbors for help.
College lectures were quite different from middle and high school. Math and science were extensions of what I had learned before, but the other lectures were entirely new subjects.
As a result, the level of first-year lectures was generally very low. They were teaching the very basics.
Of course, this was more than enough to make most students’ heads spin.
At least, that wasn’t the case for me. My hobbies, which I enjoyed alone in my room, had unintentionally acted as advance study.
‘This is boring….’
They were teaching Photoshop and Illustrator from the very basics of the tools, and 3D modeling and motion graphics hadn’t gone beyond the fundamentals.
Honestly, I didn’t need to attend the lectures. Most of the lecture content involved recreating the example work shown, which I could complete in minutes without any explanation.
“Cheol-jin, how do I do this?”
“Whoa. Cheol-jin, you’re already done?”
“Which tool should I use for this part?”
“Ah, you do it like this….”
Having finished the work long ago, I spent my time helping my classmates. The professor even asked me to help the other students.
“Cheol-jin, could you help out over here?”
“Sure.”
Since I had nothing else to do, I wandered around the classroom, practically a teaching assistant. It was a bit bothersome, but I figured I’d get good grades for it.
As I returned to my seat after helping some classmates, A-reum patted my back.
“Kang Cheol, you’re working hard.”
“It’s not that hard. But you’re doing pretty well, aren’t you?”
“Heheh. I may not look it, but I’m a virtual streamer, you know. I know the basics.”
“Shh. The others will hear you.”
A-reum was doing better in the lectures than the other classmates. As she said, it was because she was a virtual streamer.
The reason I joined the Digital Contents Department was to learn virtual-related skills. Since there wasn’t a dedicated virtual department, I joined the most relevant one. A-reum, who was also very interested in virtual streaming, knew more than the other classmates.
“Still, if there’s anything you don’t know, just ask.”
“You seem so busy, I feel bad asking you too.”
“It’s okay. You let me see your notes for the memorization subjects, right?”
While everyone else struggled with the practical subjects, I found the rote memorization subjects difficult. Of course, I mean the memorizing part is difficult, not the content itself. It’s just more tedious compared to the practical subjects, which I already know.
Anyway, I fiddled with my phone while occasionally helping my classmates. Sometimes I made eye contact with the professor, but he pretended not to notice. Probably thanks to my helper role.
‘This is good.’
As long as I’m not too obvious, there’s no problem. University is a place for self-study anyway.
So, I logged into the social media platform, “Tricter,” for the first time in a while and checked my backlog of notifications.
Kang Cheol, why aren’t you uploading any art lately ㅠㅠ?
└ This person uploads art every weekend?
└ I know. But they used to upload several pieces a day.
└ Real. Kang Cheol is super fast. They’ve been busy lately, so it’s been slow.
Are you not taking illustration commissions anymore?
└ The announcement says they’re not taking any for the time being. They’re busy with university.
└ Ah, are they a senior?
└ Nope. I heard they just started.
└ ?! Kang Cheol is twenty years old? Then the art I’ve been drooling over was made by a minor…?
└ LOL. That’s unknown. Their age is private.
There were quite a few notifications.
Most were from followers asking for more art or commissions.
‘This person sent another one.’
I looked around before cautiously clicking on a notification.
[Backside_Of_One]
A famous name on the alt account scene. For the record, it’s not a mutual follow; they’re following me unilaterally.
At first, I thought this person’s nickname meant “The Backside of One.” But judging by their actions, it wasn’t “backside” as in the opposite side, but “backside” as in buttocks.
Is a butt one or two? I think it’s one.
That’s the sentence in their bio. So I’ve been calling this person “Butt.”
Anyway, I opened the notification to see what it was.
Why aren’t you uploading art lately?
Once a week isn’t enough. Draw me butt pictures.
Quickly, draw me a bouncy butt.
Why are you ignoring my messages? You bastard.
Buttbuttbutt. Buttbuttbuttbuttbuttbutt.
(photo)
(photo)
Are you still not going to look?
They’re sending selfies of their butt. A pale, naked butt is clearly exposed.
‘Crazy bastard. No, crazy woman?’
Judging by their speech and actions, they seem like a man, but the pictures clearly show a woman’s body. A slender waistline and a bouncy butt. And a face that, even masked, looks like it belongs to a 100% beauty.
However, their chest was exceptionally small, which led some people to suspect that they were just a well-built man.
‘There’s some protrusion though.’
It’s not like they have no chest at all. It’s just about the same size as a man with gynecomastia.
There was another reason why this person was suspected of being a man. As if to live up to their “Backside” nickname, they always only showed their back. Even at the most extreme angle, they only showed their side profile. They never showed their front. Most of the pictures emphasized their butt anyway.
But I’m certain this person is a woman.
‘Definitely a woman. I know it now.’
I used to be unsure because so many people questioned it, but now that I’ve been with women, I can see it clearly. This person is just a woman with a small chest.
…Come to think of it, maybe the others were just pretending to suspect they were a man to provoke them into showing their front. Was I the only one who genuinely suspected it?
Just as I realized this crucial fact…
Oh, you saw it! Kang Cheol!
I got caught. I should have just checked and closed it, but I was captivated by the bouncy butt contrasted against the slender body.
(photo)
(photo)
= Butt, stop sending them before I block you.
Too bad. Honestly, you like it. You’re turned on, admit it.
I am turned on. Their body is nice, even if their chest is small.
Of course, I’m not going to compliment them directly.
= Flat chest, so not really. Don’t you know bigger is better?
You bastard. Don’t you know men have dicks and women have pussies? If the butt is pretty, the pussy is pretty too.
An unexpectedly logical answer came back.
‘That makes sense?’
A-reum and Noona Soyeon both have nice butts. And naturally, their “there” is also pretty. Maybe there really is a correlation?
= Just tell me what you want.
Draw me a picture. OneFox Juro’s back. Emphasize the butt.
This crazy bastard? Why the sudden drift?
= ㅗFuck offㅗ
I don’t have a dick. Should I stick something else up?
Something else? Don’t tell me…?
= Show me.
(photo)
·
…A picture of a butt clad only in panties arrived. Well, this is nice too, but…
= I don’t draw male characters ㅡㅡ
Can’t be helped. Then a female character.
= Nope, not taking commissions. I’m in exam period, so good luck.
No! You made it sound like you would draw it! You bastard!
= I didn’t say a single word about drawing it. Bye bye.
Just as I was about to close the message window after teasing them…
Then how about a deal?
I’ll give you a blowjob if you find me.
What nonsense is this? I laughed in disbelief.
‘They’re throwing out empty promises, thinking they won’t get caught.’
= What kind of deal is that? How am I supposed to find you, crazy woman?
You’ve seen my butt a lot. I bet no one has seen it as much as you.
= What does that have to do with anything? And let’s get this straight. I didn’t see it, you shoved it in my face.
Same difference. Anyway, if you’ve seen my butt that much, shouldn’t you recognize it right away?
= You’re not making any sense. How am I supposed to recognize you when there’s no chance we’ll ever meet? And it’s not even certain if the pictures you’ve uploaded are actually yours.
This is what you call a logical beatdown. They’ll give up after this much explanation, right?
But what’s this?
Are you saying I’ve been uploading someone else’s butt?
= Not necessarily, but it’s a possibility.
What the fuck?
This person is really riled up. What’s the big deal?
The messages went quiet for a while.
Then, around the time the lecture ended, another message arrived.
(photo)
A toilet was visible, suggesting it was taken in a bathroom. The content, of course, was a butt.
But there was something different this time. On the pale butt, a sticky note was placed with the nickname “Backside_Of_One” and the phrase “Blowjob if found” written on it.
Do you believe me now? It’s my butt.
You want to fuck it so bad, don’t you?
A barrage of messages poured in, but my mind was elsewhere.
I stared intently at the sticky note on the butt. A familiar design was visible on the corner of the sticky note.
‘This is definitely…’
It was the same sticky note that Noona Bam gave me this morning. A sticky note with the club logo on it.
= Do you go to Cheonggwang University?
The barrage of messages from the person stopped.
A moment later…
No?
= Toons. (Likely the name of the club)
[Typing…]
The message didn’t arrive for a long time, as if the person was repeatedly typing and deleting. And the excuse they finally came up with was…
LOL. You’re talking about the sticky note, right? A friend gave it to me.
I was certain. This person goes to my university. And is even in the same club as me.
= You’re dead. Prepare to get fucked.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇
Lol 🤣