Netkama Punch!!!

[Party | Clan | Friends | Whispers]

CSesam: No, that’s just because I had to win...
I was busy defensively arguing back, feeling like I was getting teased, when suddenly Shin Heejae burst through the door.
“What are you doing?”

Before I could even answer, the bastard strode right up to me. So I instinctively backed away by just as much, but Heejae didn’t care—he just stood right where I had been. Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he grabbed the mouse and started scrolling up through my chat.
“…What are you looking at?”
“……”

I asked what the hell he thought he was doing, but Heejae didn’t respond. His eyes were glued to the chat window, stuck on the messages between me and the clan members.
As he scrolled through, he muttered to himself.
“Wow. You sure made a lot of friends.”

“……”
“How long was I even out of the room…?”
He muttered low with a rotten expression as he stared at the chat. For some reason, I found myself getting nervous. Normally I’d shove him and tell him to cut the crap, but the mood felt... off.

“…Hah.”
Then, seeing that several clan members had sent me friend requests, he let out a humorless chuckle.
“Wow, but when I tried to add you, you kept rejecting me…”

I looked at the twitching muscle in Heejae’s brow and replied almost like I was making an excuse.
“…I thought you were just messing around. Back then.”
Even as I wondered why the hell I was explaining myself, I said it anyway. But Heejae just scoffed at my act of sincerity like it was nothing.

“Oh, so Urara’s your type?”
And then he started with some completely deranged crap again.
“What? The hell are you talking about?”
Does this guy not have a single drop of common sense in his brain? Why am I getting this kind of look just because I accepted a friend request?

I shot a look of contempt at Shin Heejae, like he was someone whose brain was rotted by romance. But unfazed, he poked Urara’s character icon with the cursor and said,
“If someone comes on to you like this, obviously you’re supposed to say no.”
“What do you mean ‘comes on’? I just accepted a friend request.”

“Urara only sends requests to girls, you know.”
“What?”
“And once he friends someone, he always ends up dating them.”

The look in his eyes as he stared at me was downright insolent—like he was interrogating a cheating girlfriend.
I couldn’t take that expression. I punched him right in the side.
“Do I look like a girl? You psycho? The whole damn server already knows I’m a netkama, what do you think I’m trying to do?!”

“Dunno. I wasn’t gay either… until you made me this way, noona.”
“What the hell did I ‘make’?! Don’t give me that bullshit!”
I was so indignant I nearly hit him again—but of all times, that’s when Urara whispered me.

And of course, the moment it popped up, Shin Heejae seized the screen and read the whisper out loud.
“‘Hey, are you gonna keep playing? Wanna hop on Discord and play together…?’ Wow. Noona, what exactly is going on between you two? What happened while I was gone?”
“I didn’t do anything! I told you, I didn’t do anything!”

“Then why’s this sleazy bastard hitting on you?”
“God… seriously. You need professional help. Like, full psychiatric hospitalization.”
While we bickered, Urara kept lingering around my character in-game like it was on purpose. Seeing that, Heejae lost it again, and I had to explain myself for something I didn’t even do.

“How would I know why Urara’s acting like this?! I don’t know either! I just accepted the friend request, what else did I do?! You saw all the chat, didn’t you?!”
“I literally fought a PvP match to get you to accept my friend request. With no weapon. And you just accept them like nothing. How am I not supposed to be mad?”
“Who told you to make it that complicated?!”

The whole situation was so exhausting I ended up shoving Heejae and yelling,
“You think there’s anyone besides you who’d still come onto me after finding out I’m a netkama?! Nobody likes me but you, damn it!!”
“……”

“I–I mean… I…”
But as soon as I yelled that, I realized something was off. I suddenly became painfully aware of what I’d just said. The way it sounded was… off. The nuance was weird.
What I meant to say was, “You’re a psycho who’s not normal,” but the way it came out—it somehow sounded... romantic.

“……”
But trying to correct it just made my tongue twist even worse. I couldn’t get the words out. After flapping my lips a few times, overwhelmed with embarrassment, I finally just shut up.
At that moment, seeing my face turning bright red, Shin Heejae grinned. The bastard started pushing me even further with that annoying tone of his.

“Aww, so you knew. Then you should treat me a little better.”
“Treat you—?! What the hell, you psycho. That’s not what I meant…! I’m saying you’re the only lunatic who acts like this!!”
“From now on, be nicer to me. Don’t be so cold.”

“Jesus—why do you never listen to a word I say?!”
“I’m the only one in this world who loves you, noona.”
“SHUT UUUUP!”

This time I snapped for real and lunged at him. Heejae ran off into the living room, but idiotically crashed into the sofa and got caught. I grabbed his hair and yanked with everything I had.
But less than a minute after I’d secured the upper hand, Heejae suddenly twisted me off to the side. I ended up lying on the couch, looking up at him straddling over me.
“What the hell…!”

“……”
The expression on his face as I looked up at him was weird. And the whole positioning was even worse. I started kicking and thrashing like crazy.
“Get the hell off me, freak!”

“Seyoung. Do you admit you were wrong today or not?”
“My only mistake was not stabbing you, you crazy bastard!”
I fought back with everything I had, but Heejae didn’t budge an inch. Instead, he lowered his body and slid one of his knees between my legs, which just made me shrink up even more.

This posture seriously threatened my whole sense of identity. It instantly brought back memories of all the crazy shit this maniac had pulled on me in the past.
As a last resort, I stretched both arms out and shoved against his chest. But even that desperate resistance wasn’t enough—he just kept getting closer until I had no choice but to surrender.
“F-fine, I’ll just delete him from my friends list!”

He froze for a moment, but didn’t ease up. Instead, he grabbed my wrists and started peeling them off one by one.
I tried resisting, but the strength difference was too much. My defenses collapsed like paper. His face was way too close. It was so gross I felt like crying.
Even as I trembled, on the verge of tears, Heejae whispered gleefully,

“No, just keep him. I’ve got other plans.”
“Y-you’re disgusting. I said no!”
As I shook my head violently, tears welled up in my eyes, and maybe that’s why he finally stopped right in front of my face. But he was still smiling.

Looking down at my pale face, he asked calmly,
“What are you so afraid of? What do you think I’m gonna do?”
“Y-you’re gonna kiss me again without asking…”

“It won’t be without asking this time. We’ll do it with mutual consent.”
“Have you lost your damn mind?! Like I’d agree to that?!”
It was obviously nonsense. But even with my fierce reaction, Heejae remained unfazed.

“Why not? It’s not like you hate it that much.”
“…What?”
I blinked, wondering what I’d just heard, then kicked him again. It barely grazed him, but at least I got my rage out.

“I do hate it! Who the hell would do this crap with another guy?!”
Heejae looked down at me, his eyes curving slyly with a grin.
“What if I were a girl?”

“…What?”
“Then I’ll just cover your eyes. Pretend I’m a girl.”
And with that, he slapped one hand over my eyes. Then, as if to pin me down, he pressed his body closer and used his elbow to hold my shoulder.

Now I was stuck with my arms spread wide and completely immobile. I screamed.
“You psycho! Get ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) off me right now!!”
But Heejae just laughed and whispered right over my lips.

“It’s me, Heesoon~ Oppa~”
“GET OFF, YOU CRAZY BASTARD! AAAAH!”
“Heesoon doesn’t like it either? You’re so picky, seriously.”

“MOVE YOUR HAND!”
He gently pushed my flailing head down and kissed my cheek.
Even as my cheek spasmed and twitched, he didn’t care. His lips slid toward my ear. I flinched hard, but still couldn’t get away.

Then he whispered softly, his voice dripping with amusement but steady and low:
“You’ve come this far, and you’re still whining about gender…”