Chapter 221 - Chapter 219: Episode 219
Ahn Min-seo's voice on the video call was unusually nasal and cutesy today, layered with a bit too much aegyo.
Was it because it was the last call before they confiscated our communication devices?
"Yeah. Yeah. Me? I'm just...♥ always.... The usual...."
-"Did you come back after getting gangbanged and fucked by the girls as usual?"-
"......."
I pouted, glaring at Ahn Min-seo.
-"Ah♡ Just kidding♡ Just kidding♡ Hehe♡ Is Do-jin sulking? Oh, right♡ Hey♡ But are you keeping what I gave you safe?"-
"Huh? What...?"
-"Take out your wallet♡ Hurry♡"-
"Huh? Why the wallet? It's right here.... But why the wallet...? "
-"Ah♡ Hurry♡ Just take it out and♡ show me♡"-
"Here, see the wallet? But why...?"
-"I'm just checking to see♡ how well our Do-jin♡ listens to me and♡ keeps it safe♡ even when I'm not around♡"-
'Oh..., no way...? She wants to check that...? Right now..., I don't, I don't have it....'
A cold sweat trickled down my back.
For some reason, I should have realized that her intentionally nasal, cute voice today, and her excessive aegyo, meant she had an ulterior motive....
I should have realized it was a very basic, amateur trick to lower my guard....
-"Huh? Do-jin-ah♡ Why did you hesitate all of a sudden?"-
When Ahn Min-seo brought up the wallet, a certain object flashed through my mind.
The transparent plastic case that held her red pubic hair wasn't in my wallet right now.
"Uh..., uh..., uh, huh...? ...W-wallet, where did it go...?"
-"Bullshit♡ I just saw your wallet on screen, didn't I? Who are you trying to lie to.... Hey. Take it out right now. You know what I'm talking about, right?"-
"...W-what are you talking about..., I don't really...."
I thought naively, 'she's busy with the tournament, would she really check something like this over a video call?'
Ahn Min-seo told me to take out my wallet and show it. The transparent plastic case containing her red pubic hair.
I made an excuse that I couldn't see my wallet, but she noticed it the moment it was visible on screen. That's right. Ahn Min-seo's intuition was insanely fast right now.
-"You're dead when I get back. You asshole. As soon as I was gone, you threw away the thing I gave you, even after I endured the embarrassment to give it to you....
Like it was trash? You fucking asshole.... I told you to keep it safe and think of me, didn't I?
You asshole. You're the type of bastard who would cheat on me the moment I'm gone if we were married. Am I right?"-
"N-no, it's not like that.... That, something like that...."
-"What do you mean it's not like that. You asshole, you're dead when I get back."-
I ended up getting scolded by Ahn Min-seo over a video call for over an hour today.
If the people who looked like her coaching staff hadn't pressured me to return the communication device,
I might have been scolded for two or three hours.
-"Kim Do-jin, don't think you're off the hook just because you got away with it for now. You'd better know you're in for it when I get back. Got it?"-
That was Ahn Min-seo's last word.
And the video call ended.
"Phew..., thank goodness she wasn't here.... No, wait, if she were here, I would have kept it in my wallet....
Anyway, where did I put that...? I think I left it somewhere around here...."
I rummaged through the room, but I didn't know where I'd put it.
Hmm..., did I lose it? But there's no way I would have thrown it away..., it must be somewhere in the room....
"...Well, I'll find it later.... I just need to find it before Min-seo comes back."
I decided to take a laid-back, optimistic approach, thinking that things that haven't happened yet can be dealt with later.
More than that, I went to sleep, looking forward to the internet broadcast I'd be restarting tomorrow.
The next day.
I resumed the internet broadcast that had been terminated while I was away at the other school.
"...H-hello, everyone. It's been a while.... Hehe...."
-Why did you come back so lateeeee
-Kittaaaaa
-Oi oi, isn't this too late
-Thank you for coming back
-Haa, it's here, my drug
There were far fewer viewers than when I last broadcasted,
but as I started broadcasting consistently every day again, the number of viewers quickly began to increase.
Restarting the broadcast was quite fun.
Since I'd had a lot of unfair and frustrating things happen to me lately, I felt good seeing the viewers treat me like a precious little prince.
When I was talking to the viewers who were definitely my fans,
I could escape the mental trauma of not being treated like a human at the Private Academy, licking toilets, or getting cigarette burns.
Even at the National Hunter Academy, I'm treated like a sex slave, but that place really crossed the line....
-But why did you take such a long break???
-There was a rumor that you stopped broadcasting because crazy simp-girls were stalking you, is that true?
-There was also a rumor that you quit because the boys at school started bullying you because the broadcast was doing too well.
-I heard you were diagnosed with a serious illness and were getting treatment.
"...Ha, hahaha. Those are all baseless rumors.... It was just some personal circumstances...."
Also, as communication with the girls participating in the tournament was completely cut off recently,
communicating with the internet broadcast viewers became my source of psychological comfort.
No matter how much better the female students at the National Hunter Academy are compared to the Private Academy,
they still often treat me like a sex slave and push me around. Especially lately, as I've gained an image as a rapist, they've been bullying me even more and justifying it.
It's like the perception has spread that since I raped the helpless, defeated girls (lesbians),
I deserve to get gangbanged a bit roughly?
Still, they didn't make me lick toilets or give me cigarette burns like at the Private Academy, but....
They definitely treated me more roughly than before.
"...I-it was just some personal circumstances. It's resolved now. Don't worry too much.... Hehe.
I don't think this will happen again. I'm sorry for the long break.... I'll work hard from now on."
-Glad you're not sick...
-I thought you died fighting a monster... You're a Hunter.
-I thought you got kidnapped by villains.
-I thought you were attacked by villains too. You're so cute and handsome.
That's why the fun in internet broadcasting became the driving force of my life.
Even I had no one to rely on mentally, except for Azael, whom I met occasionally once a week.
And honestly, Azael was more like a little sister who whined about wanting cum, not someone I could rely on.
So I had nowhere to rely on mentally.
Communication with the girls, including Ahn Min-seo and Kim Ji-na, had been completely cut off due to the tournament schedule to prevent cheating.
So naturally, I became psychologically dependent on the internet broadcast where there were viewers who liked me.
When I saw people who were struggling but happy, enjoying themselves, and purely liking me because I broadcasted, I was also happy and enjoyed it.
Perhaps, from my perspective as a Public Sex Toy and livestock that can be used sexually at school,
this was my only joy in life.
It was about twenty days later.
Strange things started to flow out in my fan cafe or internet comments.
-I heard a rumor that Do-jin-kun is a sex slave...
-Bullshit. Must be the delusions of some otaku simp-girls.
-Sex slave rumor? Isn't that all baseless hearsay?
-The person spreading that kind of rumor must want to get dragged to the police station.
-To the person above, if a defamation lawsuit comes, just think, "What's coming has come..."
-Huu. But if Do-jin is a sex slave, it would be so hot...
-Don't ruin Do-jin-kun's image. They say he can't even make proper eye contact with women. This is ridiculous.
-I've saved all of this as a PDF.
'...No way, it can't be... Did they find out...?'
I broadcasted for a few more days with a nervous heart.
I was still maintaining the concept of a pure, innocent, virgin, beautiful boy.
However, posts guessing my true identity started to increase.
Then, Song A-ra, who is in charge of the command center for my internet broadcast, came up with a temporary countermeasure.
"Hey. This feels suspicious. Until now, me and a few other kids acting as managers have been blocking it...,
but this won't do. I'll have to hire comment bots. Kim Do-jin, just know that for now."
"...O-okay...."
Song A-ra tried to hire bots to calm public opinion.
Whether it was worth the money she spent, the public opinion that was about to surface calmed down for about a day or two.
It was because the comment bots interfered with other troublemaking posts and various cyber public opinion manipulation techniques.
However....
A few days later, the keywords 'sex slave, public sex toy' related to me gradually increased, and
at some point, as videos and such spread, I was immediately fucked.
As the sex video started to spread in the internet space, it explosively took over the issue.
"...Ah, fuck. I'm fucked.... Looking at this video, it looks like it's definitely you, Do-jin....
Some crazy bitch from the Private side seems to have released it on purpose....
They asked to borrow you again from the Private side, but when the Student Council and the Holy Sword Department said 'fuck off'...,
they're retaliating in such a petty way...."
I watched the video with trembling hands.
It was a low-quality video, presumably taken by someone using a smartphone,
and perhaps there was some dirt on the phone's camera at the time, but it was a sex video
where there was absolutely no problem recognizing my face or voice.