Ch.4So that bastard is the one who’s going to take my virgin away (4)

“Hey, Doyoung, did something good happen earlier? You keep smiling.”

“Hehe, yes, something did happen, my little ones.”

“Little ones my ass. Did you forget you’re the youngest among us by birthday?”

“Oh, was I?”

“Here we go again, this girl.”

“Again? What kind of person were you, Ban Doyoung…!”

The two girls who seem to know me well are the heroine Ban Doyoung’s best friends from “Half Peninsula.”

Choi Sahyang, who calls me “Doyoung” affectionately and has friendly manners with her brown semi-curly hair.

Yoo Hyerang, who appears somewhat indifferent with her sharp expressions and black bob haircut, always ready with a retort.

Of course, I’m meeting them for the first time.

They weren’t in the first episode.

The only familiar face in this world was the protagonist, Do Hamin.

“How did all three of us end up in the same class? Isn’t that amazing?”

“The middle school teachers would probably be sick of it. ‘Same class again?’ That’s what they’d say.”

“Hmm, so we were in the same class in middle school too.”

“What’s wrong with you, Doyoung? Got dementia?”

“Actually, I’ve been reborn.”

“Stop it, that’s not funny.”

It’s fine though.

Even if we’re meeting for the first time, I can get to know them by chatting comfortably.

I managed with Dad just fine, so mixing with friends should be easy.

It seems Ban Doyoung’s personality isn’t that different from mine.

Judging by their reactions of boredom rather than confusion at my strange comments.

‘These must be my ride-or-die friends here.’

Ah, since we’re all girls, it’s not about balls but rather baring our chests to each other,

so “no-bra friends” might be the more accurate expression.

Anyway.

While walking to the auditorium with Sahyang and Hyerang, I learned quite a lot unexpectedly.

Thanks to that, I got a clearer picture of who Ban Doyoung is.

Apparently, Ban Doyoung was called the “Goddess of Bulsa Middle School” and was quite popular even back then.

She got along well with most people and had wide social connections, but Sahyang and Hyerang were her especially close friends who stuck together daily.

They were known as the Three Musketeers by teachers in middle school.

For reference, Choi Sahyang is currently single.

Yoo Hyerang has a boyfriend.

He’s two years older and attends a different school.

“Oh, that guy from earlier.”

“Ah, the one who was with Doyoung.”

“Did you see someone like him in middle school?”

“No, I don’t know him. He doesn’t seem to be from our neighborhood.”

According to the setting, Sahyang, Hyerang, and Doyoung are local natives who’ve lived in this neighborhood since childhood.

They didn’t just live here but roamed around the entire neighborhood, so everyone their age would know each other through at least one connection.

If two out of the three don’t know someone, the natural conclusion is that person isn’t from this neighborhood.

From what I heard during my conversation with Hamin earlier,

he seems to be someone who came from far away and deliberately enrolled in this school.

For what purpose?

Obviously to take my virginity.

What other reason could there be?

“Doyoung, do you know who that guy is?”

“Of course I do.”

“Who is he?”

“A thief.”

“Huh?”

“Ahaha, Doyoung, that’s too harsh even for someone you don’t know. Calling him a thief just because he’s unfamiliar?”

“It’s not good to joke like that just because you’ve just met and become friendly.”

“That’s right, youngest. Heheh.”

But he is a thief.

A virginity thief (for real).

“Damn, I can’t be the youngest here. Let’s ask him when his birthday is too.”

“What if you still end up last again?”

“Whatever, I’ll just call him oppa.”

Hamin entered the auditorium about 5-10 minutes later than us.

There was still an empty seat for him though.

“Hey!”

I waved at Hamin who was searching for a seat.

With all the commotion, he probably couldn’t hear my voice, but thanks to Ban Doyoung’s naturally long legs, Hamin quickly made eye contact with me.

“…!”

The moment our eyes met, his surprised expression was evident.

“Don’t be surprised, sit here.”

I pointed to the chair in front of me as a signal.

My voice might not have reached him, but the meaning should have been conveyed.

I’d already made a good impression.

Creating an opportunity to talk one-on-one after our first meeting was a master stroke.

This is why daughters should listen to their fathers.

/I’ll sit next to you./

I clearly declared my interest.

/Ah, I want to have sex./

When silence fell, I broke the ice with some light humor.

/Hmm, so you like this kind of thing./

I also made sure to show interest in his preferences and the things he likes.

Looking back, I did quite a lot in that short time.

I really did everything.

‘At this rate, I might return to my original world soon.’

Suddenly finding myself in a webtoon world, and as a male inhabiting the heroine’s body.

But as a sensible modern person, I knew exactly how to handle this situation.

Excellent reference materials were available everywhere—books, anime, games, etc.

They were even entertaining, making it impossible not to study them thoroughly.

When possessing a character in a creative work, generally the way to return to your original world is simple:

just follow the original storyline to its conclusion.

Of course, sometimes you still can’t return even after reaching the ending,

but that’s a problem for future Ban Doyoung, not for me right now.

According to my ride-or-die friend who’s a scenario writer,

“Half Peninsula” isn’t quite a masterpiece but ranks as an excellent work.

It means it satisfies readers’ needs and reached the ending they wanted.

‘In a pure romance webtoon with good reviews, there’s only one possible conclusion.’

What’s the standard ending for a well-received pure romance webtoon about youth?

Obviously, it’s the protagonist and heroine experiencing events together, “growing” through them,

developing mutual feelings, and ending up together.

Some works attempt unexpected drifts to reach masterpiece status,

but if that were the case, “Half Peninsula” wouldn’t have concluded with such positive reviews.

‘Compared to saving the world from a demon lord or avenging a dead master from an evil cult…’

Compared to getting into knife fights with people who aren’t even your enemies,

an ending where you just need to make a man do the dishes is easier.

At least you don’t risk death on the journey to the conclusion.

Oh, of course since I’m a virgin now, it’s not about dishes.

I’m brand new without a single stain.

“What are you doing? I said sit down.”

“…”

“Huh?”

Despite clearly making eye contact with me, Hamin acted as if he hadn’t seen me,

or rather, as if he was avoiding me, and sat in a chair much further ahead.

“Is he just going?”

“Maybe he didn’t see Doyoung gesturing to him?”

No, he definitely saw me.

That’s why his expression changed and he turned his head to avoid my gaze.

Unless the grease on his glasses has reached the point of reflecting everything,

there’s no way he could have missed such an obvious signal.

He deliberately ran away.

The main protagonist rejected the front seat of “Half Peninsula’s” main heroine, Ban Doyoung.

He rejected the seat in front of the virgin he’s supposed to take.

“Well, well…”

**

There’s a saying about like marrying like.

Nobles with nobles.

Commoners with commoners.

The lowly with the lowly.

It’s natural to pair with someone of your own social status,

and anything else is unnatural and against principles.

Even in modern society where the class system has disappeared, this rule is still widely applied.

We see it often in dramas, movies, and even in reality.

“How dare someone like you approach our precious daughter…” or

“That lowborn girl has the nerve to flirt with our son…”

It’s not just in dramas—even in reality, passing aunties on the street

often apply this traditional standard to couples they see.

“What a waste of that woman…”

“That man must be loaded with money…”

Even beyond romance and marriage, this unique framework exists wherever society and class inevitably form.

School is no exception.

The same rule applies there too, in the form of what’s called “knowing your place.”

‘That’s not a place for me to fit in.’

Hamin thought to himself as he took a seat 5-6 chairs away from Doyoung in the front row.

Soon after, other male students filled the seats in front of Doyoung.

They were all boys who had shortened their uniform pants, loosened their ties, and were putting on airs.

Even Hamin could see them occasionally glancing back to catch Doyoung’s eye.

“By the way, where should we go after this? There’s a new karaoke place in front of the station that gives you 4 songs for 1,000 won. Want to go there?”

“I can’t. My boyfriend asked to have dinner tonight.”

“Is the dinner actually you, Hyerang?”

“Well, we’re supposed to eat at his place today, so maybe.”

“Damn, you’re not even denying it!”

During the quiet moments when the teacher’s microphone was silent,

Hamin could occasionally hear Doyoung’s group chatting from where he sat.

He wondered if they might be talking about him.

Hamin lowered his head, closed his eyes, and listened carefully to the surrounding sounds.

“I heard we’re having regular classes today.”

“That’s crazy, normal classes from the first day? It wasn’t like that in middle school.”

“This too must be the principal’s grace…”

“Ban Doyoung, are you going to keep making these lame jokes?”

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-Sigh

Confirming they weren’t talking about him, Hamin let out a relieved sigh.

It’s good that she lost interest in me so quickly.

That was his thought behind the sigh.

He wasn’t disappointed.

This was how it should be.

Now I can live according to my original plan.

That’s good. Really good.

Hamin thought this as he stared at the auditorium floor, waiting for the entrance ceremony to end.

“Now we will begin the 10th entrance ceremony for Bulsa Middle School and Bulsa High School. Everyone please stand…”

The entrance ceremony proceeded smoothly as expected.

After the proper salute to the flag and introduction of the homeroom teachers for the new students,

came the principal’s speech that wouldn’t register in anyone’s ears.

It was the typical entrance ceremony scene you could see anywhere.

‘Hey, that girl behind us. Isn’t that Ban Doyoung? The one known as the “Goddess of Bulsa Middle School.”‘

-Creak

Suddenly, Hamin’s hunched back twitched at the whispering of male students behind him.

‘I think so. Looking at all the Bulsa Middle School girls gathered around her. Even at a glance, her face stands out from the others.’

‘This is a first. To look at a face instead of the chest when seeing cups that size. E… no, F cup?’

‘Some guys are already targeting her. I heard if she walks around Hongdae, she gets casting offers from well-known agencies.’

‘Really? Is she going to be a celebrity?’

‘I don’t know about that… if she’s just attending high school normally, maybe she’s not interested?’

‘Damn… I’m going to grab the seat next to Ban Doyoung as soon as we get to the classroom.’

‘You have a girlfriend. It hasn’t even been a month since she confessed to you.’

‘Who cares? I can dump her. She’s not even a C+. Want her?’

-THUD!

Suddenly, Hamin’s trembling leg tensed up,

and the chair slammed directly into the foot of the male student behind him.

“Ow, shit…! What are you doing, you bastard?”

“Uh, uhh…?”

A sudden “shit” declaration in the middle of the entrance ceremony.

The shocked gazes of the entire school turned toward “Do Hamin” and that male student.

-Clap clap clap

“Dohwang is so fucking cool.”

Only one girl was watching the scene with a smile, applauding the two of them.