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My eyes open. And at the same time, I feel my crotch is wet.
"Ah, fuck."
Another wet dream, without fail.
Lately, I've been having so many dirty dreams when I close my eyes, so my wet dream frequency has gone up.
This is all because of Lee Juha.
"Fucking cunt! Cunt!"
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"
"Did you think a woman could beat a man? The guys who are like you just didn't fuck with you because they're scared of bullies! If you fight one-on-one, you'd get your ass kicked like a little bitch!"
"You... you son of a bitch... Ugh! Ugh!"
"Ugh, get pregnant! Get pregnant!"
"Ah, don't go inside!"
"Ah--- I'm cumming---."
Plop, plop.
.
.
.
Like hell I jizzed, I fucking pissed my pants.
I had a goddamn ridiculous dream.
I mean, I've fantasized about it before, but... this is the first time I've had such a detailed dream.
"Ugh."
I take my soaked panties to the bathroom.
Scrub, scrub, scrub.
Fucking hell, I'm feeling self-loathing first thing in the morning.
Still, it was a pretty good dream.
Having my way with that arrogant Lee Ju-ha, cumming inside her whenever I wanted...
Could I really do that in real life?
"Hmm..."
I don't know. I can't imagine it.
Doing it forcefully doesn't make sense, honestly.
The only way it could happen is if Lee Ju-ha got addicted to my dick and couldn't live without me, some ridiculous shit like that.
Then maybe I could be like in those porn videos, "You can't live without my dick!" and spank her around.
"Fuck."
Have I watched too much porn?
I finish rinsing my panties and check my phone.
[Godger King: Today's burger coupon!]
[Lotteria: Today's special deals!]
...Fuck.
It's the same old KakaoTalk.
For a loner loser like me, checking KakaoTalk is just a habit.
There's no one to message me, but I just click it without thinking.
Like I'm hoping someone will reach out.
[Lee Ju-ha: Hey]
I was just thinking that, and my KakaoTalk actually buzzed.
[Lee Ju-ha: It's done lol Come take a look]
Already finished?
It's been about a week since that day.
It was finished way faster than I thought.
[When should I come?]
[Lee Ju-ha: Whenever]
My classes end around 3, so...
If I take the bus, I should be there before 4.
What perfect timing.
It's finished the same day I have a wet dream about Lee Ju-ha.
"Fuck."
I'm already getting worried.
She did blur my face properly, right?
I haven't even been in college that long, if word gets out that I'm in some porn video, I might just hang myself.
I quickly get ready for school.
.
.
.
"That's all for today's class."
"Thank you for your hard work!"
Ugh, it's tough.
Just listening to the lectures drains me.
Especially engineering classes.
Electives are bearable, but the core courses make my head feel like it's gonna explode.
I get action-reaction.
But what the fuck is a moment?
I understand force. But what's torque? What's a moment?
I get the direction of force. But what's the center of torque, and what's the direction of the moment, goddammit!
"Ah... my head."
Maybe my head's just like those bullies' heads?
I used to be so sure it wasn't, but maybe it's actually similar.
I just have a little more social awareness, but our actual intelligence is about the same...
"No fucking way..."
It can't be.
I have to be good at something...
I pack my things, sling my bag over my shoulder, and leave.
3 PM. I said I'd be there by 4, so I have plenty of time.
'What am I?'
What am I, really?
I'm not good at studying.
And I'm not good at having fun either.
A loser who can't study... can it get any worse?
A loser who lost his virginity to a bully?
That's pretty rare, I guess.
A loser who does OnlyFans?
Now that's truly unique.
Fuck, the more I think about it, the more ridiculous it gets, so I stop.
'But what's OnlyFans?'
I'm feeling nervous, so I search the site.
OnlyFans, OnlyFanz, OnlyBunz, and so on...
There are so many spin-off sites.
"Hmm..."
It's like Twitter and Instagram mixed together.
It feels like a blend of the two famous social media platforms I know.
I scroll through, looking for profile pictures that catch my eye.
And when I see a pretty girl who looks good, I click on her profile.
On their profiles, they have various pictures posted for free.
You look at them, and if you're curious for something deeper and darker, you pay to see more. That seems to be how it works.
"There's really all sorts of weird shit out there..."
Do they make money like this?
No need to go to Japan or anywhere else. You can just shoot videos of yourself and sell them on a site.
"Hmm..."
Browsing around, I eventually arrive in front of Lee Ju-ha's studio apartment.
My feet move naturally since I've been here before.
I lick my lips and ring the doorbell.
'Ding-dong.'
"Oh, come in."
I hear a familiar voice from inside.
She didn't even lock the door.
Click. I open the door and see the same room I saw a week ago.
Laundry's piled up, so it's a bit messier than before, but it's not that different.
'Sniff, sniff.'
I unconsciously sniff the air.
Lee Ju-ha's scent. The scent of her body, like a perfume, fills the room.
"You here?"
I see Lee Ju-ha lying on her bed, playing on her phone.
She's wearing a loose white t-shirt and baggy shorts.
Her cleavage is clearly visible through the V-neck of her stretched-out shirt.
'I'm horny.'
Normally, I wouldn't even think like this and would just sit down awkwardly, but after that dream today, it's hard to look away.
Fuck, get your head straight!
"Ugh."
She must have been lying around all day,
Lee Ju-ha gets up with messy hair.
"So, I uploaded it right away, but it's not up yet. Wait a bit."
"You... uploaded it right away?"
"Yeah. It came out good."
Hearing she uploaded it right away makes me more anxious.
"Did you... blur my face properly?"
"Of course I did. It's not like you want your face out there."
"But how did you edit it? Did you learn how to edit?"
I casually test the waters.
Lee Ju-ha answers nonchalantly.
"No? I asked a senior I know."
What the fuck!
My jaw drops, and Lee Ju-ha responds as if annoyed.
"Oh, it's a senior I can trust. That's why I asked them. Am I crazy enough to share it?"
"I guess... but."
It's a female senior, right?
If it's a male senior, we're both dead.
I nervously bite my nails, waiting for the upload.
I can't check on my phone, which makes it even more frustrating. I'd have to pay to see it, so I need to use Lee Ju-ha's phone.
"Ah, fuck."
Then I hear familiar sounds from Lee Ju-ha's phone.
Ding, ding.
The sound of chips clicking.
It seems like she's doing some kind of online gambling.
'She's into all sorts of shit...'
Before, she learned bad habits from those bully guys, playing ladders and odd/even games.
Now she's playing baccarat and poker.
She's probably losing way more than she's winning, I don't know why she does it. But telling her won't do any good, she wouldn't understand...
"Ahhhhh fuck!"
Startled.
I cower in the corner from her irritable reaction.
Forget sex. If I try anything, Lee Ju-ha will beat me like a dog.
"Ah, I lost 50,000 won, fuck! Ah!!!"
Then just stop, you idiot...
I look away. Pretend to look at my phone.
"Hey. You know how to play hold 'em?"
"Hold... 'em?"
What the fuck is that, nerd?
I don't understand this bully slang!
"Ah, poker. Texas hold 'em, you don't know it?"
"I know poker."
Poker...
Suddenly, bad memories flood back.
The reason my family fell apart... Hwatu and poker.
My childhood memories make me feel depressed.
"You good at poker?"
Hmm... better than you, probably?
I doubt the perpetually air-headed Lee Ju-ha could be better than me.
"I don't know. A little?"
"How do you know? Did you learn?"
I didn't learn formally.
I never cared about it.
I just followed my dad around, and it kinda imprinted on me.
"Not really learned, but..."
"Hey, you try this."
Lee Ju-ha suddenly sticks close to me and shoves her phone in my face.
I'm a bit taken aback by how close she is, but I take the phone.
[Texas Hold 'Em]
...Bullies played this a lot.
It looks similar to those flashy sites I saw those ex-bully guys playing in class today.
There's no way I'll get a proper payout playing this, why are they even doing it... It's pointless to tell her, she won't get it...
"I'll put in 10,000 won. You try it."
"...What happens if I lose?"
"You gotta work another 10,000 won worth of body labor. You."
What the fuck?
10,000 won with OnlyFans? Can you... make that much quickly?
Well, if I lose, I can just give her 10,000 won.
I turn to the screen I hate to see but am too familiar with.
'Start.'
It's been a long time, and I haven't practiced, but my eyes start moving quickly.
SB, BB positions are set.
There are 3 players right now. The chip amounts aren't shown, cleverly.
'Join.'
Suddenly, my heart starts pounding like crazy, and my hands are shaking.
Is this okay? A bad thought, and a dangerous one: I know I could...
These two thoughts mix, making me dizzy for a moment.
'Cards dealt.'
As soon as I hit join, I'm in.
Including me, there are 4 players.
The sound of cards being dealt, and I get my two hole cards.
3 of Spades, 7 of Clubs.
The worst hand.
Fucking garbage... Starting with shit cards.
"Hey, fold! Fold! It's a trash hand!"
Fold. Just give up. Same as forfeit.
Normally that's right, but I just joined, so there's no need.
If the pot gets big, I'll fold, but I want to see how things play out first.
It'd be better to know the other three players' tendencies, but asking Lee Ju-ha will just make things complicated, so I don't ask.
"I'll handle it."
"But it's garbage, what are you gonna do?"
Fuck my ears...
If you're gonna backseat game, why did you tell me to play?
I ignore her and hit the call button.
Call, call, call, call.
The blinds are posted, and it goes around.
Do they all have good starting hands? No one folded.
[Flop.]
After the first betting round, three community cards are dealt face-up on the table.
Ace of Hearts, 8 of Diamonds, 3 of Clubs.
Not bad luck. I have a 3 of Spades and a 3 of Clubs on the table.
I've hit a pair of threes this turn.
"Oh, a pair. A pair."
Fuck, she's distracting!
But it's not a good hand at all.
A low pair, and I have no idea what the opponents have.
But statistically, unless they started with A, K, it's still not time to fold...
'Bet.'
'Call.'
'Fold.'
I call too.
This is still playable.
After the round, the turn card.
The fourth card is revealed on the table.
[Turn card.]
"!"
3 of Hearts.
Trips this turn... Not bad.
Surprisingly, trips aren't that easy to get.
But that's the fucking problem with poker. You never know what the opponent has. It's all a mind game...
"I wanna raise the pot..."
With trips on the turn, raising is tempting.
I need to see how aggressive the opponent is... but I don't think I need to be scared. Statistically.
'Raise.'
'Call.'
The opponent raised, not me.
And the second player calls.
I hesitate. Should I check to slow down? Or just call? Or be bold and raise too?
'The pot's small...'
Normally, with a small bankroll, you should check-call and play it smooth...
But it's been a while, and my blood's pumping. I raise.
"Hey, if you raise, it takes your virtual money!"
My bankroll is empty, so my virtual money goes into the negative, adding the extra amount.
Is it like an overdraft?
Whatever, my gut feeling hasn't changed.
When I raise, the opponent hesitates a bit.
'Call.'
I feel like... they don't have a great hand either.
It's only the first hand, so I don't know their play style, but... I just have a feeling.
[River card!]
The final fifth card is revealed.
5 of Spades.
It's over. At this point, the odds of the opponent having a better hand are less than 10%.
It's practically impossible.
Even if they started with pocket aces, they can't beat me.
'Fold.'
The second player folds.
I instantly raise.
I can practically see the opponent sighing.
'Fold.'
[Player Wins!]
Small celebratory sounds, and the pot money rushes into my virtual account.
My negative balance instantly turns positive.
"Oh, he won, he won!"
Why is she so excited...
Lee Ju-ha presses against me, her breasts squeezed.
Seeing her reaction, she really doesn't know anything and just learned the hand rankings...
She's gonna lose all her money...
"I'll play a little more."
With my slightly larger bankroll, I play two more hands.
Two more hands, and I learn something.
The opponents definitely aren't computers. They seem to be real players, like Lee Ju-ha.
I also figure out their playstyles.
They're all pretty average.
And Lee Ju-ha is the only total fish. Strange. Everyone except Lee Ju-ha is average.
Four players, and only one total fish... Is that even possible?
Even among degenerate bullies, at least one should be playing hyper-aggressive and spewing chips.
The fifth hand.
Lee Ju-ha, who was screaming "You won over 100,000 won!" "Should I give you a handjob?" "Oh my god, I'm gonna fuck you tonight!" suddenly shuts up and just watches.
The other three players have solid fundamentals.
But they're no match for me.
For someone who's been following their dad around gambling dens since they were a kid... No way.
It's not just luck, there's a world of difference in reading people and playing mind games.
To be precise...
It's thanks to Lee Ju-ha.
Her idiotic playstyle came first, and now that I'm taking over, the opponents must be confused.
The sixth hand.
One player leaves.
There are no emotes or anything, but I can imagine them yelling "Fuck!" as they leave.
Waiting for game.
The other two seem hesitant.
They pause for a moment, then both join.
The seventh hand.
Another player leaves, leaving just two of us.
I hesitate for a moment, then leave the room.
Playing heads-up continuously isn't a good idea.
And it's making me nervous that no one else is joining.
I glance at the virtual bankroll in the top right.
There's an elephant icon mixed in with some cryptic numbers.
I think I won about 300,000 won... or was it?
"How much did I win?"
"Three hundred thousand won..."
Lee Ju-ha stares at me blankly.
Then she suddenly turns serious, grabs my collar, and says,
"Take your clothes off, right now."