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"Ugh… it's cold."

I left the dorm and arrived at the club in my original form as a woman.

I was wearing a black long-sleeved shirt with a gray shoulder strap under it, but I was still cold.

Luckily, I didn't get caught by the dorm staff. I took the elevator down to the lounge and deliberately stalled in front of the elevator. When everyone else was leaving, I followed them right behind and avoided eye contact with the staff in the lounge.

As I walked to the club, I kept wrapping my arms with both hands, rubbing my hands together, and it really bothered me that my chest was puffed up.

Having something big hanging on my chest took away more freedom of movement than I thought.

'I brought money, but… how much was the entrance fee?'

The time of arrival was around 10:30. Because of the cold, my feet were tied and I walked slowly, so it took longer than I thought. Even though it was warm inside the club, it would have been better to wear more clothes while moving, but I underestimated the cold at night.

Even so, there are no clothes that would fit on top… and those clothes are too expensive. It's too much of a waste for an otaku.

If I could just ride a scooter, I could have gotten there in a little while… I realized several times that the thought of getting caught was excessive self-consciousness, but I couldn't try because the anxiety wouldn't go away.

But that doesn't mean I can't buy another scooter. Maybe I should buy a used bicycle...?

'It must be warm inside the club… .'

At least it didn't seem cold. I ignored the Koreans and a few foreigners gathered around the club and approached the club entrance.

This club, which has been taken over by Koreans, has 50% of its customers as Koreans, 25% as other foreigners, and the remaining 25% as locals. I don't have the exact figures, but that's what I felt when I visited there once.

'How much was it…?'

As I put my hand in the back pocket of my jeans, wondering how much the admission fee was, an employee suddenly grabbed my arm and stamped my hand.

"…Huh? Money…."

"Free admission for ladies."

…really?

What is this gender discrimination!

Is this what a club is like? It's unfair!

… But now you can get in for free, so just go in!

I went into the club… .

As I went down the stairs and inside, I felt the attention of the men leaving the club on me.

The gaze is so explicit. It's like they're staring at me so intently that their eyes are almost meeting.

"Hey, should we stay a little longer?"

"I wonder?"

… the kids who were about to leave are going back into the club.

Surely you're not going in because of me?

Hmm… No matter what, it can't be that much, right… It's excessive self-consciousness, excessive self-consciousness!

But when I think about my large chest line that is clearly visible outside my black long-sleeved T-shirt, my overall body shape, and my face, it doesn't seem completely impossible.

… I feel like I'm being targeted by a gay guy. It's quite different from what you imagine and what you experience firsthand.

At the entrance, it seemed like they had to pay to leave my luggage, but since I didn't have any luggage, I just went into the club.

Then the loud music grew louder and louder, hitting my ears, and the heavy sound waves began to vibrate my body to the beat.

It's kind of fun. What should I say, it's like a feeling that vibrates inside my body? It's like my heart is beating to the sound waves of a big speaker.

Ah, this is definitely a special space.

In a central hall? There are several people dancing to the music, and on one side, someone who looks like a DJ is moving his hands on a table or something. Is that what they call DJing?

At the tables around me, hookahs were being smoked. It might be illegal in Korea, but not here. Now that I think about it, what does it feel like to smoke hookah?

I don't like smoking, but I'm a little curious about hookah. They say it has no nicotine and tastes sweet.

Although it was a little embarrassing at first, I went inside to observe how the dancers were dancing and to get a closer look.

"Oh, I'm sorry… "

Then I bumped into someone and apologized out of habit, but as soon as I opened my mouth, I realized that I couldn't hear them because of the loud music, so I stopped talking.

And when I looked at the person I was greeting by slightly bowing my head… it was a black person.

In a dark place, because the skin is black, it looks scary, like a black panther hunting at night… .

"Sorry… Ah… Can't you hear me?"

No matter how you look at it, it's my fault because I was looking at one place and then I bumped into it.

I realized this only after coming to a place with so many people, but I guess I wasn't used to this woman's body yet. Just a moment ago, I bumped into her even though it didn't seem like I would, and the feeling I got then wasn't my body, but rather a decoration on my body that had bumped into me and got caught.

The black man was taller than me. I thought I was about the same height as Asian men since my height hadn't changed since I was a man... but I guess I'm no match for the black man.

Then, all of a sudden, as I was opening my mouth, the black man put his hand over his mouth and started whispering.

The black man then put his hand to my ear and spoke loudly.

"i'm sorry, are you ok?"

Ugh… .

The language of hell that I hate the most… is English… .

Don't think that just because you're from a prestigious university, you'll be good at English. This is the reality for Korean students studying abroad in non-English speaking countries.

It's not like that for everyone, but since international students are given an easier time in university entrance exams, there are some majors that don't even have English tests. And I'm one of those.

But I'm not at the point where I don't understand even simple conversation, so instead of whispering to the black man, I made an OK sign with my hand.

Then the black man put his hand on my ear again and spoke loudly.

He said it loudly, but… it sounded quiet because there was so much noise around him.

"~~~~~."

After all, English is an alien language.

I couldn't understand a word... What on earth does this black guy want to do?

When I put my fingers to my ears and crossed my arms to make an X to indicate that I couldn't hear him, the black man suddenly touched his mouth and then put his hands to my ears again.

… I feel like this is happening three times, but isn't this intentional skinship?

In this sense, the club environment can increase skinship. It could definitely be good for flirting with the opposite sex.

"can you speak englinsh?"

Thank you so much for speaking in basic conversation… .

I smiled slightly and shook my head as if I was having a hard time understanding the simple language.

Then the black man nodded and spoke into my ear again.

"Do you understand what I'm saying here?"

Oh, that's not English.

Although my pronunciation is a bit awkward, it is the language of the country where I am currently studying abroad.

Of course I could understand, so I nodded.

Then the black man raised his thumb and put his hand to my ear again.

It felt a bit blatant after being done so many times.

"Did you come alone?"

No matter how I look at this, it seems like they're trying to seduce me… .

It's not that I never thought that something like this could happen, but now that it has happened, I'm quite taken aback.

… I feel like I met a gay person.

Calm down, I'm a woman now... I need to recognize that fact and deal with it.

It was funny that I was being hunted, but now that I think about it, I think it would be better for me to act more consciously as a woman. It would be weird if I acted too much like a man.

"Um…yes."

I nodded as I spoke, without whispering anything in his ear.

Then the black man taps his fingers against his ears.

Are you asking me to whisper it?

"I came alone too. Do you want to play together?"

no….

I'm scared of black people… .

There are definitely some nice black people among my friends, but black people are still a little scary, especially when I first meet them.

I saw a black man get angry and swear at another foreigner while walking down the street, and then he started punching them. That's why I'm even more scared because I don't know what he'll do when he gets angry.

I didn't whisper until the very end, and instead waved both hands left and right to show my refusal, then put my hands together in a gesture that seemed to be an apology, then turned my back and walked towards that bastard Kwon Seong-min was.

It wasn't that far away, so it was easy to approach. I walked three steps to the distance I could reach, and stood still with my back against a nearby pillar. I felt people around me looking at me from time to time.

Would it be weird to come to a club and just stand there without dancing?

Or is it really because you look at me like I'm a woman that I'm so pretty… .

It may seem like narcissism, but objectively speaking, my body right now gives off a rather strange vibe, so I can't rule out the possibility.

Rather, this seems more likely.

As I was standing still, several Koreans came up to me and spoke to me.

"Are you Korean by any chance?"

Why are you whispering again?

Sign language, sign language… It's annoying when he deliberately whispers in my ear and slightly bumps into me… . Unlike before, it felt too blatant. He didn't even ask if he could whisper, but just leaned in close and grabbed my neck with his hand and pulled me closer while saying that.

I feel like a gay is harassing me.

'This is more annoying than I thought.'

"Call Karamaros?"

I just came to experience what the club is like, but there were so many people hunting me down.

I chased the men away by talking nonsense in a language I didn't even know, but soon other men approached me as if they were waiting for me to kick them out. They suddenly came closer to me and rubbed their pelvises together as if this was normal in a dance place.

Is this it? Is it the booby booby or that?

Wow, this is seriously sexual harassment. This kind of thing would only be popular in Korea, but it wouldn't be popular overseas at all.

Among the guys who approached me, there were some I had first seen at the entrance. In addition, there were also non-Koreans, foreigners and locals who approached me, but I dealt with them in the same way.

Since they couldn't communicate, they felt like there was no way out. Some tried using English or the local language, but I continued to wave my hands slightly left and right to express my refusal.

This look is definitely attractive. It makes you think she's a model from a magazine or TV show.

Personally, I even thought she was prettier than the model. Although artificially created bodies are pretty, I have never seen a body that naturally exudes sexiness like this, even in model photos.

Well, even as a man, I find that body attractive… In fact, as I said before, in the past few days, I transformed into a woman, took some sexy pictures, and then turned into a man and masturbated while looking at them.

As I was surrounded by people who were continuously dancing, men began to gather around me, just naturally following the rhythm. The area that had clearly felt a bit quiet was now filled with people.

There were also women, and somehow, as the attention seemed to be focused on me, the dancing became more and more explicit. It felt a bit decadent, perhaps because of the location, but they were pretty. Their clothes were also very sexy, just like mine.

A woman nearby suddenly swayed her hips sexily as if in a fight, and she sat up slightly. The men in the club suddenly made the space around her smaller and quickly swayed their hips left and right. The men cheered loudly enough to be heard even over the loud music in the club.

The music also suddenly changes, making it feel a bit more danceable, and then naturally the space around me also becomes empty.

'Huh? Are you telling me to dance this too?'

What on earth do you want me to dance when I don't even know how to dance? Aren't you expecting too much from a club beginner?

But somehow, it's hard to refuse because of the hot atmosphere and the fact that everyone's eyes are on me. I want to run away, but somehow, the atmosphere makes me feel like it'll be hard to avoid this place.

'Oh, like this?'

I couldn't help but think of the woman's movements just now and move similarly. I moved my shoulders in a figure 8 motion while keeping up with the rhythm, then I sat down slightly and shook my waist up and down two or three times with a strange feeling, then I got up and shook my long hair.

The big movement makes my heart shake greatly. It's just a slight movement like jumping in place, but it's really nothing special, and it's hard to call it dancing, but the response is hot. As if it was a small event, the music returns to normal and people fill the seats again after cheering. For some reason, it seems like there are more people than before.

The population density has increased to the point where it feels cramped, and I feel like I'm stuck in between.

'Huh?!'

At that moment, someone grabbed my butt from behind.

I wondered who it was, so I tried to turn around, but my chest was rubbed against the body of the person who was right next to me.

Perhaps because of a misunderstanding, the person next to me suddenly came close to me, rubbing his body against my large chest. He blatantly pressed his waist against mine and even moved his waist back and forth slightly.

"Eww?!"

The feeling that had been slightly heated up due to the atmosphere suddenly subsided. Where are you rubbing your dick?!

I try to get away, but there are too many people. I don't know when it got to this point, but the number of people is increasing so much that they don't even give way.

Even when you try to force yourself out, they pretend to touch your chest, waist, and buttocks with their hands. They sometimes squeeze them as if it were a joke, and sometimes touch them as if it were a mistake. There are even people who blatantly touch your buttocks two or three times.

'What the heck is this sexual harassment John?!'

I can't stand it. I want to go out, but I can't.

Once you get out to a certain point, you are suddenly pushed from the front and sent back in. Like the subway during rush hour, you cannot go in the direction you want.

I think it's good manners to at least step aside to some extent, but it seems like they're doing it on purpose and won't let me go. Even if I try so hard that I sweat and feel hot, I can only make a difference of five steps.

"Haa, haak…."

I eventually gave up and just stood there.

As the people around me swayed their bodies up and down to the rhythm, my body was swept up in it and moved on its own.

There definitely seems to be a certain charm to this place. Everyone is noisy, so it's okay for me to be noisy, and everyone is dancing like crazy, so I dance too.

Even so, it's not sexual harassment. It's sexual harassment!

At that moment, I was suddenly pushed from the front to the back, and my chest hit the back of the person in front of me, causing me to lose my balance. However, because there were so many people, I didn't fall over, but just bumped into the person behind me.

"Oh, sorry…."

I turned my head right back and looked, and I couldn't help but be surprised.

If you see a black person in a dark place, you can't help but feel that way. Especially if you, like me, find black people a little scary.

A gangster-like image. When I looked closely, I saw a black man with a long, elastic body like the black panther I had seen earlier, holding my shoulders with both hands as I was about to fall.

Then, suddenly, he lowered his head towards me. I was startled by the closeness of his face, but after experiencing it a few times, I could tell that he was trying to say something, so I quietly put my ear out.

"Do you wanna go out?"

Do you want to go out? It looks like he was watching me trying to get out of the crowd of dancers. I guess he had a clear view since he was a head taller than everyone else.

I tilt my head back and look at him. As I move my mouth to answer him, who is hugging me from behind, he lowers his head as if resting it next to my shoulder.

I spoke into his ear, feeling a little creeped out by the thought of a man, and a black man at that, touching my body like this.

"Yes! but I can't go out."

"May I help you?"

I was asked if I needed help to understand my broken English. I felt like I could really understand it, as I was only speaking in simple words.

As I nodded to those words, he grabbed me and pulled me behind him. He pushed people away with his back and walked away as if nothing had happened. I felt a sense of doubt as he walked away really quickly, as if he was hugging me from behind.

'What? You never got out of the way for me, but why are you getting out of the way so easily?'

It was almost as if they had made a path for me. I was able to get out in an instant, and I wondered what I had been doing.

If I become weaker as a woman, I don't know, but my strength as a woman and as a man was almost the same. So if I couldn't come out, is it because I'm weak or is this black man strong?

Or maybe other kids are a bit scared of black people like me?

"Okay, thank you."

"Oh, it's okay."

He speaks the local language, which I can understand, with a pronunciation that sounds a little awkward. He is still being held from behind, but unlike the other men who had rubbed my waist blatantly and intentionally, and put their dicks in as if to let me feel the size of my body, he has even pushed his waist back.

Somehow I find manners cool. I'm not gay, but I find cool cool.

He's black, but he's kind of cool. Is that why they call black people "negros?"

"Are you tired of dancing?"

"Huh? Oh, a little bit…."

"How about it, do you want to drink together?"

But this is different. Let's drink together... what?!

You might think it's alcohol, but it's black. Black.

Of course, I don't think all black people are like that... but I have a feeling they're going to do drugs. If you tell them to drink and they do, it can't be drugs, right?

I've heard a lot from Koreans that even though drugs are banned nationally among international students, they either ignore it or do it. Among them, the dealers who buy drugs are mostly black people. I don't know about the locals, but I heard a rumor that foreigners do a lot of drug dealing, so I felt a strange sense of rejection.

I'm grateful, but I was also tired of being stuck between the dancers, but that's that, and this is this.

"Huh? Th, that's…."

What should I do, how should I avoid this? I looked around and found a Korean man. I immediately grabbed the man's arm and said,

"Oh, I'm sorry, but could you pretend to be one of your companions for a moment?"

"Huh? Oh, uh… yes!"

You may wonder how I knew he was Korean, but you can tell just by looking at him. Koreans try to act like they are Korean even in foreign countries, so just by looking at him, you can tell he is Korean because of his fashion, hairstyle, and the feeling that he has.

I don't think it's a good thing, but when I spoke in Korean, the man followed along obediently. He didn't look back, his eyes were fixed on my chest, and then he looked at my face and was surprised. It was so awkward.

"That's, oh, sorry, I'm with this guy."

"Oh, um… really? Then there's nothing I can do."

Although he seemed suspicious of something, he felt like he was being rejected by others, so he should have been angry, but he smiled and waved goodbye.

I feel so sorry. It must be just my imagination that it's like drugs.

But it's still a bit scary.

The black man waved at me to see me later, but he was still looking in my direction, so I grabbed the man's hand and pulled it toward my ear.

"Excuse me. I'll just follow you for a moment….

"

"Oh, that's good for me. Let's go, let's go."

As soon as he heard my words, a Korean man grabbed my arm as if he was wondering what kind of windfall this was. I glanced back at the black man and saw something shining like a beast that had its prey stolen from it. Wow, that's scary.

He's not frowning or anything, but the whites of his eyes that show up in the dark are really scary.

Do you have a fear of blacks?

"Are you Korean? Which university do you go to?"

"Oh, it's not college… I just came because I had some work to do."

"You're an office worker. You must be older than me. Then, can I call you older sister?"

The man who dragged me continued to talk excitedly. For some reason, we were heading deeper into the club, and we arrived at a place where rooms were lined up left and right like a karaoke room. There was a place like this inside.

Without even telling me the name of my university and giving vague answers, I soon became an office lady who went on a business trip abroad and came to a club to relieve work stress.

Unlike the club center, it's a bit quiet here. If you speak loudly, you can hear people next to you.

I felt like I was being dragged into the room like this

"Oh, but over there…."

"Hey, let's drink together first! Isn't this fate? I came here to relieve stress, too. Oh, and you don't have to worry about the cost of the drinks."

"still…."

"Didn't I help you earlier? You can tell just by looking at it that I helped that black guy drag you away. Then maybe we can have a drink together. Just one drink. One drink! Just one drink, okay?"

… I feel a little strange. It feels bad that he keeps nagging me like this, but it also feels a little good. I feel like I'm being served.

Alcohol. I was curious about what liquor tasted like and it was okay, but I still didn't like it. So I tried to refuse it again, but it persistently wouldn't let me go.

"That's because I'm not good at drinking."

"Oh, then let's do this. I'll tell her that she's my girlfriend. If she were my girlfriend, wouldn't the kids be making her drink and doing things like that? Right?"

"No, a girlfriend…."

"Hey, I came to play, so I'll just play and go. Okay?"

In the end, without even getting a proper answer from me, he suddenly opened the door and dragged me in.

Isn't this a crime? Forcibly dragging someone by the arm and entering.

But for some reason, I couldn't use my strength properly. When I tried to escape, he really grabbed my arm tightly, and when I tried to struggle, I hesitated because it didn't seem like a situation where I could do that.

I wish they would just notice it and let it go… .

But it was true that he did help me, so I followed him in a half-resigned state, thinking that I should just have one drink as he said, run to the bathroom, and then just leave.

First of all, I was curious about what the liquor tasted like.

"Hey, Jihyuk is here. Hey~? What's that? There's a girl next to me? Wow!"

"Hey, Jihyuk came with a really pretty girl?"

"What? Are you my girlfriend?"

When I entered the room like that, I couldn't help but be startled.

Because there were familiar faces in the room, faces I had seen so often that I could recognize them even in the dark.

There were a bunch of bottles of alcohol lined up on the table, and there were a few people there who looked like they were from other colleges, but I knew three of the men.

Seongmin Kwon and the two people who follow him around, beating him up.

'Fuck… .'

Who would have thought that I would actually be in this place at this time? And that I would even follow you here on my own.

Suddenly, I felt really bad.

"Wow~ Jihyuk is totally successful. Did he have such a sexy girlfriend?"

"Hey, I don't believe you. Are you really Jihyuk's girlfriend?"

"Jihyuk! Why didn't you tell me you have a girlfriend?"

Wow, I'm staring. Jihyeok-sseueu? Jihyeo-eok-sseueu? What on earth does it mean? I'm amazed at the use of words that make me feel empty-headed. That woman is definitely a sex toy for these guys. It's my first time seeing her, but I can tell just by looking at her that she's empty-headed.

Her hair is dyed yellow, but her face is somewhat visible, and she sits there as if nothing happened, even though the man next to her has his hand on her leg. It's a rag. It's definitely a rag.

Looking around, except for the man named Ji-hyeok who brought me, everyone had a woman next to them. There were about 9 people in total? It was quite a lot. But something seemed off, so I counted again and found that Kwon Seong-min's girlfriend wasn't there. I didn't notice because they were all in between like female, male, female, male.

If you include me and Ji-hyeok, there are 11 people in total. Did Kwon Seong-min go to the club without telling his girlfriend? While I was thinking that, I quietly listened to the conversations of the people around me and inferred the situation.

"Hey, if it's like this, then Sungmin oppa is the only one who can be solo?"

"Hey~ Why is Seongmin oppa single? Hey, Hyemin's here."

"Well, I have a girlfriend, but I'm single today!"

"Hyung! Should I make a reservation for you?"

"Hey, hey, clean up. Hey Ji-hyuk. Come and have a drink, you punk. Come here with your girlfriend. We should drink to celebrate your solo escape."

Roughly speaking, except for Ji-hyeok, they all seemed to have partners. Was this what it meant to ask someone to pretend to be your girlfriend? Since all the other guys had girlfriends, when I asked them for help, they seemed to think this was a good idea and came. They wanted to save their pride and try to seduce me.

I was against flirting, and even though I hated being in this place because Kwon Sung-min was there, it was true that Ji-hyeok had helped me. As the saying goes, first impressions determine most impressions, so I followed Ji-hyeok and sat down, thinking that I would help him a little and then run away since there was a 0% chance that Kwon Sung-min would recognize me anyway.

"Here, let's have some liquor to celebrate my girlfriend."

"Oh my, thank you for this. Oh my~."

As Ji-hyeok accepted a drink from Kwon Seong-min, Kwon Seong-min then offered me a glass.

I don't want to accept any alcohol from this guy, so I don't accept it. I am aware of the people around me.

"Hey, Jihyuk, did you come here after fighting for something? Then it won't work~."

"Ah, that's… ahaha, just let me talk for a moment."

"Oh! Hey! I was going to leave, but both of us are already seated, so I have to drink my soju before I go!"

"Sit down! Sit down! Sit down!"

"Sit down! Sit down! Sit down!"

Wow~ What kind of ridiculous rule is this?

I felt astonished at the absurd remark, but the girls and guys around me all agreed and started clapping and shouting, "Chat-seok-ju!"

What the heck is this fucking party?

I thought I could understand why people would find clubbing fun, but I suddenly felt bad. This is why I hate Koreans. To be exact, I hate Koreans who study abroad.

About 70% of Koreans who study abroad are idiots. Even if you look at it in a positive light, 60% is the limit. They are idiot parties who are idiots and do idiot things.

I felt even worse when Jihyuk suddenly came close to me, the person I was meeting for the first time today, and spoke in a small voice.

"Please just have one drink."

What kind of crazy guy is this? Even though I helped him, he just dragged me in and asked me to have a drink?

Unbelievable!

I was feeling so bad that I thought I'd just have a drink and leave, so I quickly picked up my glass and downed it in one go.

"Hey, Sister-in-law, you're hot."

"Ji-hyuk's girlfriend is cool~."

Ji-hyeok sees me about to leave and quickly drinks a glass of wine and follows me out. Then, I hear Kwon Seong-min's voice and laughter behind me.

"Hey! How can a young man be manipulated by a woman, you little punk!"

You could see that the mood in the room suddenly became bad with those words, but strangely, rather than saying anything to Kwon Seong-min, he tried to brighten the mood.

I was wondering, but it wasn't my concern, so I went out. Jihyuk immediately tried to pull me and grab me, but this time I managed to shake off his arm.

"Excuse me, don't you think this is a bit much? Asking me to be your girlfriend when we're just meeting for the first time is a bit much, and sitting down? That kind of position is really uncomfortable."

"Ah~ Really. Hey, I know that too… Seriously, can you do it just this once? If you hadn't come in, I wouldn't have known, but you already said you were my girlfriend."

"Why me? It's true that you helped me, but this is not it."

"But still, I have some pride too…."

I was thinking that maybe I was a part-timer or something. While thinking that, it was true that I helped him, so I was thinking of listening to his story and convincing him before I left. Then Jihyuk said something interesting.

"Ha… I'm really sorry, but do you remember the guy who told me to drink earlier? That guy always teased me about not having a girlfriend, and even now he called his friends and said that it seemed like my girlfriend was cheating on me, and then they all said that he doesn't have a girlfriend, so I got mad. Seriously, can you pretend to be my girlfriend just this once? Just for today."

Huh? So… if you're saying that Hye-rim is Kwon Seong-min's girlfriend, you're saying that she's cheating on him?

I feel like I'm going to laugh on my own. Other people's happiness is my happiness? That's ridiculous. Other people's misfortune is my happiness.

If you look like a dog, the dog is also very powerful.

I'm a little interested. I don't like being with Kwon Sung-min, but this is a different story. I just came to the club to relieve my curiosity and have fun while being a woman, but I think I can really relieve my stress. I'm also a little curious.

I'm really curious to hear that you're not on good terms with your girlfriend.

If I were a man, I would hate the idea of being approached, but what if I were a woman? There are a lot of kids, and it's not like there are only guys. I think it would be good to just listen to some information. And I should spread the word all over the school! It would be good to tell Hye-rim.

Ah, I should've brought a recorder. I didn't bring it because I was worried I'd lose my phone, but I wish I had brought it and turned on the recording.

I decided to stay here a little longer and while I was secretly enjoying watching Kwon Seong-min's fierce appearance, I spoke to Ji-hyeok while maintaining an unpleasant and haughty mood on the outside.

"…So, you're saying that Kwon Seong-min is teasing you for not having a girlfriend? Then why don't you just not meet him?"

"Ha… but, that's a bit… that guy's feet are a bit wide…"

So, if I rebel for no reason, I'll get cursed at by the Korean student community? I'm afraid of that, so I just live my life licking my butt.

What if they get bullied a little? It's even stranger that they're fools who waste their time like that in college. The same goes for fools who fall for such rumors and grow up to be passive people who can't even think independently to judge others and who learn to depend on others to do what they want.

But unlike me, Ji-hyeok seems to be maintaining the relationship while enduring it even though he really hates it. But he seems to have built up something, so he wants me to help him out a bit to feel a sense of mental victory.

Ji-hyeok, who was the butt of ridicule and a stress reliever, would be happy to know that he has a pretty girlfriend like me. Ah, so that's what that guy meant when he left earlier? Stress about having a girlfriend, and annoyance at the fact that Ji-hyeok, who he looked down on, has a girlfriend?

I said, feeling like I had found a little bit of entertainment, and thinking that I would just enjoy it for a while and then go.

"Ugh… 30 minutes. I'll be there in about that time."

"Huh? Oh, but still…."

"He said he came to watch me because I didn't like going to the club, and then he got in a fight and went."

"Ah… that, can't you go a little further?"

Why are you asking so many things from someone you've just met?

It seems like he wants to make it look like he's on good terms with his so-called girlfriend to try to get her to like him more. Unfortunately, I agree with him wanting to like her more, but I didn't intend to go that far.

In the end, we decided to come out after only 30 minutes, and after reaching a reasonable agreement, we went back into the room. Before I knew it, the room was a mess, as if I was in a good mood again.

In that short while, another boy was shaking his hips behind the girl, as if he was having sex, while the other girl was counting numbers with her face covered with her hands. All the other guys were watching, laughing.

"Hey~! Fighting harder! Ahahahaha!!"

"Hey, you shake your waist a lot?"

"Aaang~ Seriously, don't keep still, hey! You're working too hard~!"

One of them was timing himself with his smartphone, and when 30 seconds passed, an alarm went off. But the boy still didn't stop shaking his hips.

"Hey~! Hey~! Stop, hey, what's wrong with you~!"

"Ahahahaha! This kid is crazy!"

"Are you horny? Hey! Stop!"

When two men clung to it and pulled it off, the man who immediately fell off shouted with his face red like a dog in heat, his pants puffed out, as if he had some strength left.

"Hey! Just 30 more seconds!"

"Are you crazy, hahaha!"

"Is this a punishment? It's a reward!"

Looking at the table, it seemed like they were playing some kind of drinking game; there was a box of tissues in the center, a bottle of alcohol lying on one side, and a bunch of wooden chopsticks and such in another place.

"Oh, I'm so tired~."

"Hey, sit down quickly~."

"Did you make up with your girlfriend?"

"Hahaha, yes I did."

It seemed as if Ji-hyeok was the youngest, but everyone was using polite language. As soon as he sat down, Kwon Seong-min, who was looking at Ji-hyeok with an unpleasant smile, offered him a glass again.

"Hey, you know what to do when you sit down?"

"Oh my, you should drink it. Yes, yes. I know, I know."

He then offered Ji-hyeok a drink and immediately offered me a glass.

"Sleep, you too, sister-in-law."

"Hey, he's older than you."

"How old are you?"

"27."

"Oh, so what? If Ji-hyeok is my girlfriend, she's under me. Isn't that right?"

When I told him not to speak informally, Kwon Seong-min said something that seemed to completely look down on Ji-hyeok and me. I thought, "Isn't this a bit too empty-headed?" but I answered him in order to cheer him up.

"Rather, since I'm Ji-hyeok's girlfriend, aren't you the one below Ji-hyeok?"

"Oh~."

"That's strong~! Wow~!"

I said it to make him feel bad, but the people around him saw Kwon Seong-min flinch and reacted as if it was a joke. Kwon Seong-min must have been watching the people around him because he poured me a drink and said.

"Then shall we do this? We were playing a drinking game, and whoever wins first does as he says."

"Why me? Jihyuk and I were superior to you from the beginning, so why?"

"Hey, Jihyuk is really helping his girlfriend's boyfriend."

"Attractive!"

I wish the idiots would just shut up. But I don't feel too bad about it. Even if it's a lie, I can see that Kwon Seong-min is really upset.

Oh my, your girlfriend is cheating on you, but you're getting upset when a loner brings a pretty girl like me to be his girlfriend?

"Hey, Ji-hyuk, isn't your girlfriend totally cool? Is she single-minded? I'm so jealous."

While saying that, he pours Ji-hyeok another drink. As soon as Ji-hyeok takes it, Kwon Seong-min looks at Ji-hyeok, who is still as if it is impossible for him to drink two glasses right away, and asks him what he is doing.

"What are you doing? Aren't you drinking?"

At that sight, I figured it out, since I'm not ignorant. Are you going to change the target? So, since I'm your girlfriend, you're going to show me how much your boyfriend is being mean to you and hurt my pride?

Wow~ This is really trash, really.

I was able to confirm that it was truly shockingly trashy behavior when I saw Kwon Seong-min repeatedly saying, "Take a shot," and refilling his glass when it was empty.