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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Simzy
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= If you don’t do me the favor, I’ll keep posting.
“This crazy… Is she really insane?”
A curse slipped out.
“I’m telling her to be careful, and she should be grateful! Why is she…”
Frustrated, I muttered to myself. I started to have second thoughts.
Should I just stop trying to help her?
At this point, maybe she just wants to get laid by anyone.
Just as I was about to give up, Ju Hana’s face popped into my head.
Ju Hana, so timid she could barely speak without stuttering.
Ju Hana, who, perhaps wanting to become closer to me, had binged all 64 episodes (important detail) of that anime.
Remembering her shy and timid face softened my heart. A sense of kinship and pity washed over me. More than anything, Ju Hana was the cosplayer I’d been a fan of for four years.
Juha, the solo cosplayer.
She didn’t interact with other cosplayers and wasn’t active on social media, so her identity was shrouded in mystery.
It wasn’t just some common mystique act.
She was genuinely skilled.
Not only was she beautiful, but she had long, perfectly proportioned limbs. And though her breasts were small, she had a curvy figure and the ability to completely transform her aura depending on the character.
From the moment she appeared on the cosplay scene, she captured the attention of otaku everywhere.
Her unique presence was almost model-like, and even her costumes and props, which were initially considered somewhat lacking, had significantly improved in quality over the past year. Now, she was practically a goddess to otaku.
And here I was, in the same university, the same club, as this famous cosplayer. Even if circumstantial evidence pointed to her being Backsa, the backside girl, it was enough to make my otaku heart flutter.
“Be patient. It’s Juha, after all. At least she’s normal when we talk face-to-face.”
Normal? She was a completely different person compared to when we messaged on Trictor. That’s why I still had a lingering doubt, wondering if I’d made a mistake.
In the end, I mustered my patience and replied.
First, tell me what it is. Let’s hear it.
As soon as I sent the message…
= Send me dick pics.
An immediate, no-hesitation reply came back. This girl… I couldn’t help but curse.
You crazy bitch.
But even after being insulted…
= Send me both flaccid and erect.
= If you don’t, I’ll keep posting. I’ll post a ton. On both Camta and Trictor.
She was persistent. She only said what she wanted to say, almost like a child throwing a tantrum.
“Ugh, damn it. Fine, I’ll send them. It’s just some dick pics.”
I sighed and took pictures of my penis.
After video-chatting with A-reum, I thought I’d never have to point my phone at my dick again…
Damn it, what was the big deal about taking dick pics now? I’d had outdoor sex and bathroom sex. Honestly, it wasn’t that unfair. I’d seen a mountain of Backsa’s nude photos. To be frank, I’d even used them for a wank before I met A-reum. I should just think of this as payment.
‘Even though I never asked for them.’
Click.
“This is so humiliating…”
Feeling a deep sense of self-disgust, I sent the pictures.
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Backsa’s eyes widened as if they were about to pop out.
“Gasp! They came! They actually came…!”
She received the pictures from Kang Cheol.
Two pictures, just as she’d requested: before and after erection.
“Hee hee…”
Like a drunkard, she gaped at the pictures.
She stared for a long time.
She finally snapped out of it just as the drool pooling in her mouth was about to spill.
“Whoa. Cheol-jin is huge. I thought he was just bragging…”
She’d heard him say it was big before, but she’d dismissed it as typical male bravado. What man would ever say his penis wasn’t big?
But Kang Cheol’s penis in the pictures was genuinely large.
Just in case, she sent a follow-up message.
Proof? How do I know it’s your dick?
= (photo)
= Happy now?
A verification photo arrived immediately.
A picture of his penis next to a piece of paper with “Kang Cheol” written on it.
“Hee hee hee. Another one for the collection.”
Backsa smiled as if this had been her goal all along.
= I sent you the pictures, so stop posting on Camta now.
♥
= ;;
She stopped bothering Kang Cheol and continued admiring the dick pics.
Kang Cheol’s penis looked long, thick, and hard.
Even considering the angle and perspective of the photos, it was much larger than average.
About five minutes later…
Backsa gestured in the air and muttered to herself.
“About this much? Or this much? A little over sixteen centimeters? The thickness… Hic. It looks like it wouldn’t fit in one hand.”
Despite her behavior, her major was in design. Although her grades were low, she was good enough to estimate the actual size of something from a picture.
“Long, thick, nice shape. Good color, too…”
She’d seen countless penises.
After all, she was “Backside_Of_One,” a well-known name in the backside community.
Women in the backside community naturally received a flood of messages from men. Horny males desperate for a chance.
She’d received hundreds of dick pics. From average sizes to monstrous ones that made her question their human origin, to customized penises so grotesque they made her want to vomit.
But it was strange.
For some reason, Kang Cheol’s penis was the only one that was so vividly imprinted in her mind.
She’d received pictures of much larger penises before, but they hadn’t aroused her like this.
So why Kang Cheol?
‘Because I know his face?’
No, it wasn’t just that.
Her heart pounded as she stared at her phone, nervously nibbling her lip.
‘I want more attention.’
But how?
Should she keep sending nude pictures and receive the usual insults?
‘Not enough.’
It wasn’t enough anymore.
‘I started off on the wrong foot…’
Normal conversations were difficult. How did those even work?
But if she kept sending nude pictures, he probably wouldn’t respond properly. He’d only unblocked her not because he missed her, but because he was worried about the photos she posted on Camta. It was just a kind gesture from a decent person.
‘Should I ask to meet him?’
The thought suddenly popped into her head.
But an even stronger feeling of fear held her back.
She wasn’t used to talking to men, or anyone for that matter. Crucially, Kang Cheol didn’t seem to like “Backsa” very much. He was probably closer to disliking her. She was afraid that revealing herself would only lead to disappointment.
After much deliberation, Backsa made her decision.
‘Camta… just one more time.’
She would use the community to get his attention, just like she always had.
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Once again, I was studying in a university lecture hall. It had become a habit; I was more productive studying in a lecture hall than at home.
Then, in the early morning hours…
I checked Camta, just in case.
“Damn it.”
A curse slipped out.
Backsa had struck again.
[NSFW) Just one today]
I immediately sent her a direct message.
Hey, what’s with the picture on Camta?
We agreed you wouldn’t post anymore.
I even took dick pics for you, what the hell?
But there was no reply.
Was she too busy on Camta to see it? There was no way she had Trictor notifications turned off. She wouldn’t ignore me, would she?
Countless comments were already pouring in on her post.
I really want to doggy style her.
If you’re frustrated, DM me. I have a 21cm monster, real talk.
Why only one today? Give us more, please ㅠㅠ
Aren’t you Backsa? The one from Trictor.
└ This bitch is Backsa. Look at the mole on her butt.
└ What’s Backsa, you nerds?
└ Backside girl from Trictor.
Disgracing all women. I bet she’s ugly as hell. Slut.
└ Probably flat-chested too.
└ Bitch, have you seen her?
└ Why are you cursing? They’re talking about the poster.
Someone even recognized the Camta nude girl as Backsa. I felt a real sense of danger now.
But at the same time, I thought, what more could I do? Was my concern even meaningful at this point?
Then, I received a message from Backsa.
A private message on Trictor, not Camta.
= LOL I’m in the school bathroom right now.
As if I cared. I just wanted her to answer my questions.
= (photo)
A picture of a bathroom arrived. But it was a different picture from the one on Camta. This one showed a men’s urinal.
= If you’re so worried, why don’t you find me?
= I’ll give you a blowjob if you find me.
= I’ll wait here for 10 minutes, lol.
I quietly stood up.
Was I worried about Backsa?
No, I was pissed off and going to find her.
‘You’re dead when I catch you.’
I showed concern and goodwill, and this was how she repaid me?
Whether Backsa was really Ju Hana or not, I needed to yell at her to feel better.
‘You think I can’t find you?’
Normally, the odds of finding her would be overwhelmingly low. Cheonggyecheon University was quite large, with many buildings.
But I was operating under the assumption that Backsa was Ju Hana. And Ju Hana was a fashion design student. During exam periods, access to open classrooms was restricted by department. Furthermore, if Ju Hana was in a men’s bathroom, I could enter without any issues.
Backsa said she’d wait 10 minutes.
It was a tight timeframe to get from the D-Con building to the Paddy building.
That is, if I were my pre-morning run self.
Currently, my 3km run time was a little over 13 minutes.
Just you wait, Backsa.
I’m coming to teach you a lesson.
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