Chapter 231

Chapter 231

Bamboo Forest Manager.

Episode 231: Public Bathhouse

“Ah, this feels great.”

Bathing always feels good.

Maybe it’s because I’ve used the bathhouse at my parents’ house frequently since I was young, but just entering a bathhouse instantly relaxes me.

After finishing my bath and changing into the bathhouse clothes, I casually found a spot near the TV.

Suddenly, I remembered the last time I came here with Choi Yiseo. Back then, I never thought our relationship would turn out like this.

Thinking of Choi Yiseo sleeping in a perfect angle next to me makes me smile for no reason.

‘Should I buy eggs and rice wine in advance?’

Since they’re girls, it might take them a while to finish washing up. So I think it’s a good idea to prepare in advance and stand up.

I buy four bottles of rice wine and set up the eggs at the snack bar.

Thinking about how happy they’ll be when they arrive, I browse through Bamboo Forest on my phone.

– Anonymous422: I really want to do well on this final exam, any tips on how to do it? (Sad sad)

↳ Anonymous118: Work hard, do your best, and you’ll do well.

↳ Anonymous20: Instead of asking here, just go study.

– Anonymous231: Why does something always distract me when I try to study? I saw the new game release and gave up on finals.

– Anonymous183: Can someone just knock me out? Wake me up when finals are over.

↳ Anonymous198: Are you a girl? If so, then I’ll do it.

↳ Anonymous183 (author): Get lost, you pervert.

↳ Anonymous198: ; I didn’t even do anything yet?

– Anonymous407 (Admin 3): When professors make exam questions, how about thinking in reverse? Professors always use content from the lectures for the exam. Think about which part you’d use for an exam if you were the professor.

↳ Anonymous11: ? Why is this guy normal?

↳ Anonymous229: He’s an admin. How hard did they hit him for him to go crazy like this?

↳ Anonymous39: But the advice doesn’t seem like it’s from a freshman. This is legit. If you think from the professor’s perspective rather than just studying, the exam scope surprisingly narrows.

– Anonymous44: Today’s cheerful horror story. Everyone’s final exam scores.

↳ Anonymous92: Suddenly hitting hard unlike usual, you bastard.

– Anonymous373: The recent famous bicycle thief is from our Security Studies department. I heard that bastard took a leave and joined the military, and because of that, the seniors are freaking out, which really sucks.

↳ Anonymous350: Agreed, did we steal it? Why are they freaking out at us? It was the sophomores who stole it, idiots.

↳ Anonymous100: What’s his name and student number? Those Security Studies bastards are freaking out behind our backs.

↳ Anonymous11: Oh my.

– Anonymous243: I watched the new releases this quarter. Let me define it in one word. Garbage.

↳ Anonymous11: You are a fat lump, you idiot.

It’s a peaceful Bamboo Forest today as well.

A few things stand out, like the president who started acting as Administrator No. 3 and the Security Studies department where the bicycle thief was.

The president seems to have taken a liking to the community fun at his late age, trying to impart tips to the kids, which is kind of cute.

The Security Studies department seems to have some internal strife.

Maybe because senior Ju-hee said her dream changed to one of becoming a security guard, it oddly catches my eye.

‘Well, it’s not like senior Ju-hee can change her major now.’

Slurp.

I drink some rice wine and eat an egg. Now that the Bamboo Forest management is roughly done, I decided to watch TV.

By the time all the ice in the rice wine I bought had melted.

“…Why aren’t they coming?”

I began to feel a chill of unease creeping down my spine.

Did they just leave after bathing?

Or did something happen while they were bathing?

No matter how long it takes, they should have been out by now.

Holding the diluted rice wine in both hands, I cautiously approached the group of women chatting near the entrance of the women’s bath.

“Excuse me, do you have a moment?”

“Oh, what’s this?”

“Trying to pick up girls in a bathhouse…?”

The women, who were about to say something, glanced at each other when they saw me.

They didn’t seem particularly impressed, but at least they didn’t look displeased.

Hmm, Kim Woojin, your efforts in life have paid off.

“Ahem, what do you need?”

I handed the rice wine to the woman who asked, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“I came with some friends, but they haven’t come out of the bath yet. Could you find them for me if I give you this rice wine?”

“Ah…”

The atmosphere was openly disappointed.

I handed out the melted free rice wine completing my task of getting rid of it.

“Woojin-ah!”

Then, I heard a familiar voice.

Seo Yerin approached me with a bright smile and linked her arm with mine.

“What are you doing? Want to die?”

“Haha, looks like the kid’s out. Sorry about that. Please enjoy the rice wine though.”

“Are you flirting with just anyone because we’re not around?”

“Are you crazy? I value my life.”

I nodded awkwardly and turned around. Seo Yerin was now clinging to my back, and the surprisingly soft sensation almost made me react.

“Hey, aren’t you wearing underwear?”

“No, it gets sweaty and uncomfortable. I need to put it on before we leave.”

“No matter how uncomfortable it is…”

I wondered where she left her common sense. The bathhouse clothes were big enough not to show, but still, it’s not right.

When we returned to the spot we reserved, Seo Yerin finally let go and asked,

“Woojin, are you wearing underwear?”

“I’m a guy.”

Thud.

Seo Yerin casually places her hand on my lower body. Then she smiles brightly.

“You were being real!”

“Sigh, I don’t know. If possible, stay behind me. Let me know if anyone looks at us weirdly.”

“Yep! I like it when Woojin is possessive!”

Then she starts eating an egg. Just then, Choi Yiseo and Yu Arin follow behind.

‘It’s a relief that Seo Yerin came first.’

If Choi Yiseo or Yu Arin had seen the scene just now, I might have gotten hit immediately.

“What’s this? Did you only buy eggs?”

“I also bought cooled rice wine, but you guys took so long that it all melted.”

“Did it really take that long?”

Seeing Choi Yiseo’s embarrassed expression, it seems she knows she was late.

“……”

For some reason, Yu Arin, who looks sulky, sits down and starts eating the eggs right away.

At first, I wondered why she was acting like that.

But soon, I figured it out and called her as kindly as possible.

“Arin.”

“What.”

“It’s okay.”

“…What’s okay.”

Yu Arin flinches and twitches her eyebrows as I give her a thumbs up.

“I like all kinds of chests.”

“Oh, Yerin. Shall we go buy rice wine together?”

“Let’s do that. I feel suffocated.”

As soon as they hear me, Choi Yiseo and Seo Yerin get up and leave the spot.

Crack.

The eggshell in Yu Arin’s hand cracks.

“Wha, what do you mean?”

“Do you know what expression you’re making right now?”

“…What expression.”

“It’s the same expression I had when I first saw an adult video in elementary school.”

Yu Arin suddenly lunged at me.

“You jerk! You bastard!”

She lunged and tangled with me, and eventually caught and put me in a chokehold.

“Keck! M-my b-breath!”

“I told you it’s not my problem! Seo Yerin’s the one who suddenly got bigger! No, it’s because of you!”

“Why are you blaming me for your chest losing out to theirs!”

“They say it gets bigger because you kept squeezing them! I remember it wasn’t like that before! And it’s not losing out!”

“Then let me squeeze it and see!”

“Aargh! Why are you humiliating me!”

After a long squabble, I was finally freed when Seo Yerin and Choi Yiseo returned.

“Look, a woman’s worth isn’t determined by her chest, okay?”

I tried to defend myself while sipping on rice wine, but Yu Arin kept giving me a sleepy glare.

After taking a sip of rice wine, she casually remarked.

“Kim Woojin’s dick is so small, it’s hard to even pretend to feel anything.”

“You bitch! Come here! I’ll keep going until you beg me to stop!”

This was something I couldn’t let slide.

I jumped up and shouted roughly, and Yu Arin responded by flipping me off.

“See, you jerk! You get all worked up when someone says your dick is small!”

“How is that the same? I don’t care if your chest is modest or even flat like a kid’s, okay? Huh? Even if it’s completely flat-!”

Yu Arin lunged at me again, and this time I had no choice but to escape to the men’s restroom.

In the end, buying her squid from the sauna shop somewhat appeased Yu Arin’s anger.

Of course, it wasn’t completely resolved, but it did have a calming effect.

After that, things were normal.

We did some steaming, went to the ice room, bought snacks from the convenience store, and chatted leisurely.

As we started getting bored, Seo Yerin was absentmindedly staring at the ceiling and muttered.

“Ah, I need to memorize the script.”

Then she started muttering something to herself on her phone.

At first, I wasn’t really interested, but once she mentioned it was a movie script, I got curious.

“What was it last time? A lone warrior surviving the apocalypse?”

“Yeah, her lover’s already dead. It’s a main character role with a wolf-like concept.”

“Interesting.”

I didn’t really associate that kind of image with Seo Yerin.

Well, the professionals must have chosen the roles perfectly.

“Would you like to help?”

That was the beginning of Seo Yerin’s story.

Before we knew it, we had assigned roles and decided to do a role-play.

Seo Yerin kept her original role.

I was the bad guy.

Yu Arin was a girl taken hostage by the bad guy.

Choi Yiseo was to play the corpse.

“…Do we need a corpse?”

Choi Yiseo sighed in disbelief, but being diligent, she lay down beside us, pretending to be dead.

The rest of us stayed seated, not bothering to stand up.

Thinking back to last year’s movie shoot, a nostalgic atmosphere set in as Seo Yerin shouted, “Start!”

“Bang! Bang bang!”

She shot me dead with an imaginary gun.

“Are you kidding?”

If she’s going to shoot right at the start, what’s the point of this?

“…But she’s a master of guns with a few words?”

“Sigh, let’s redo it. Let’s have a scenario without guns.”

When I said that, Yu Arin, who was pretending to be my hostage, got annoyed.

“Everything’s fine, but stop groping. It makes me want to punch you every time.”

“Got it.”

Anyway, the kidnapping scene started again.

“Start.”

As soon as Choi Yiseo, playing the corpse, gave the signal, I immediately grabbed Yu Arin tightly.

“Ahhh!”

“Finally, a girl! It’s been a while since I’ve had a girl! I’ll make you scream tonight!”

“Oh my…! Please, save me.”

A feeble plea for help from Yu Arin.

Seo Yerin, who wiggled her way forward while sitting, spoke up.

“Let go of that very small, petite, underdeveloped but super cute girl over there!”

“That girl?”

“Take me instead! I’ll be your partner tonight! Let’s have a child and live well together!”

The script was completely disregarded by her.

The story was just flowing on its own.

Oh well, whatever.

“Sorry, but I’m a lolicon, so unless it’s a petite girl, I can’t get excited! Girls like you with two lumps of fat don’t satisfy me!”

“I feel like killing this bastard.”

“What?! No, Woojin-ah! After groping my chest like that, how can you say such things!”

Forget acting.

“Hey, I’m done. You asked for help, so I did. There’s no need. Take the hostage. Actually, I’m into necrophilia.”

I push Yu Arin, who was sitting in my lap, and approach Choi Yiseo, who is lying down.

“Get lost.”

“Not a corpse, huh.”

Choi Yiseo slowly gets up, looking at me with a disgusted expression.

I wonder why only my image got tarnished after practicing acting with them.

“What did Seo Yerin say? What? Petite and what?”

“Bo, boool! Stretch it ouuuut!”

“Sigh, what a waste of time.”

While the kids were grumbling about the unproductive time.

Wooong! Wooong! Wooong!

A phone rings unexpectedly, and even more unexpected is its caller.

– Choi Jin-ah –