CHP 1: Get up! Or do you want to die?!

I was tormented by bullies until my senior year of high school.

Strangely, I was targeted by female bullies and suffered for three long years. It wasn't all bad, but the downsides definitely outweighed the positives.

After three years of this hell, I thought graduating high school would finally mean the end of my life as a bullied errand boy.

Yeah...I thought it would end.

"Damn, those bitches are decked out in designer clothes, you know?"

"One of them even drives a sports car. It's so fucking frustrating."

I can't believe I'm stuck with these crazy bitches even in college. Part of it's my fault for not getting into a better school, but even if I had, it probably would've been the same.

The bitches from other colleges all ended up here anyway...fuck.

"Ugh, I'm so fucking stressed."

Nothing's changed. My life, my role as their errand boy, the soul-crushing monotony of it all. Still, it's not the worst. Better than being at the mercy of male bullies and thugs, right?

They smell good, they've got nice bodies...fuck, I just don't have any free time.

At least I get some eye candy.

"Hey. Why are you rolling your eyes? You wanna die?"

"S-sorry."

It was hard to know where to look even in high school, but it's gotten worse now that we're older. They're so confident about their bodies, flaunting their breasts…how can I not look?

"This is so fucking annoying! Why am I the only broke one?! God, this is infuriating!"

"Tell me about it. These fucking losers strutting around campus like they own the place...makes me wanna give them a cigarette burn."

"If this were high school, I'd fucking slash their faces."

Crazy bitches...They seem even more stressed out now that we're in college. I thought they might grow up a little, but nope, still the same. I guess college is different from high school, though. Back then, it was all about fists, connections, and acting tough. Here, none of that matters. It's all about looks and money. As long as you're at least average-looking, it all comes down to how much money you have. In high school, you could get away with a Moncler jacket over your uniform, but college is a whole different level. Especially for girls, with their designer bags, rings, bracelets…they find every way to flaunt their wealth.

"Working at the PC bang is fucking exhausting, and they don't even pay 200 a month. I order one delivery meal and I'm broke. It's so frustrating."

"Living expenses are killing me. I don't think my parents will give me any more…is there any way to make some quick cash?"

Just…save your money! Why are you so bad with it?

"Should we sell bungeoppang? Or maybe chicken skewers?"

"Who would buy from us? We're not in high school anymore."

"We won't know until we try. Maybe if we show some cleavage, we'll get more customers?"

"You're insane! Haha!"

Their laughter echoed. The conversation revolved around money, money, money. Occasionally, they talked about guys. And Lilstar. Lilstar has become way more important than it was in high school. They seemed incredibly stressed about their Lilstar game.

"Do-eon...that asshole's money..."

"Should we make him beg on Coupang?"

"Even then, it's only 200. We wouldn't get much even if we extorted him."

A sigh escaped. Then, one of the girls, who had been quietly looking at her phone in the corner, smirked.

"Hey."

"I just had a brilliant idea."

Everyone went silent. Lee Juha, the girl with the slightly tanned skin who was always up to no good, had everyone's attention.

One of them sighed.

"If this is about drugs, you're dead, you know?"

"It's not that, you idiot."

Lee Juha held out her phone.

"OnlyFans. Apparently, you can make a shit ton of money selling porn videos."

"..."

"..."

A moment of silence. Lee Juri sighed. She was slim, with pale skin and a sharp personality—the classic slender type. She was the most level-headed of the bullies.

"As if anyone would watch our videos."

"Hey, amateur porn is super popular these days. Do you know how much they make?"

"How much?"

"100 million won a month."

"100 mi-illion?"

The other two girls gaped. …You'd have to be really popular to make that much.

"And the top earners make over a billion won a month. You don't even have to be the best. Even average earners make over 50 million a month."

"Seriously? That's like 600 million won a year!"

"Yeah, lol."

Silence again. If this were high school, they would've told her to shut up with her bullshit. But now that they were older, experienced a taste of the real world, the atmosphere was different. They'd all had sex anyway. What's a few videos?

"Would anyone even buy our videos?"

"We won't know until we try."

"Fuck, what if our faces get exposed?"

"We can blur them out. Or wear masks."

"Hmmmmm..."

The idea was gaining traction. Lee Juri still looked skeptical, but...

"But who are we gonna film with? Where are we gonna find a guy?"

"That's the problem. If we do it with some blabbermouth, we're screwed."

"The only guy I can think of is Im Hyunsoo..."

"Hell no! Why him?! There are tons of guys out there!"

They started arguing about who to choose as their male actor. Absolutely not anyone they knew. None of the guys they knew could keep their mouths shut. Then what were they supposed to do?

Then, Lee Juha clapped her hands.

"Ah, I know a guy."

"Who?"

Lee Juha's eyes, followed by the other three, landed on me.

...Huh? Why are they looking at me?

"Someone we can beat the shit out of, who listens to us, and who we can kill if he blabs."

W-what? Surely they don't mean me?

"That loser's a guy, isn't he?"

Commotion. At first, laughter. "Yeah, he is a guy," they chuckled. But then, their faces turned serious.

"You want us to have sex with him? No fucking way. I'd rather kill myself."

"Seriously. I'd rather drown myself in the toilet."

Intense reactions. The toilet comment was a bit much, though…fuck…do they really hate me that much?

"Then who are we gonna find? Someone who can keep their mouth shut? Can you guarantee it?"

"That's true, but…"

"If he blabs, we can just beat him to a pulp. Problem solved."

The discussion went back and forth. It was physically repulsive, they said. Was there really no other way? The "physically repulsive" argument came up over and over again. Fucking hell...

"Fine. If you won't do it, I will. Don't come crying to me for money later." Lee Juha spat on the ground and looked at me.

"Hey, loser. Take off your pants."

"Huh?"

"Take them off."

What? My mind went blank. Take off my what?

"Are you deaf?! Take your fucking pants off!"

"Why?! I don't want to!"

"You don't want to? You wanna die?"

Lee Juha raised her fist menacingly. No, fuck, I really don't want to! Why the hell is she suddenly demanding this?!

"Take them off now, goddamn it! Underwear too! Someone hold him down!"

"No! I don't want to!"

Before I could escape, two of them grabbed me, pinning my arms and legs. Fuck, this is the position they put me in before kicking me in the gut.

"Yap!"

With a yell, Lee Juha yanked down my pants. My underwear ripped as they came down too.

"Aaaaagh!"

My precious! My dick! I struggled, but it was too late. They'd exposed me.

"Fuck, it's kinda small."

"Yeah..."

Don't judge me, fuck! They'd already gagged me, so I couldn't even scream. I just thrashed around helplessly.

"Hold still, you little shit." A punch to the gut. I went limp, my dick dangling pathetically. Ugh…

"Will it look different if it's hard? Wanna try getting it up yourself?"

"Are you fucking crazy?!"

"Fine, I'll do it myself."

Lee Juha grabbed my dick like it was nothing. My face burned. Four female bullies stared down at me, smirking. One of them looked at me with pity…

No, fuck…

"Oh, it's getting hard."

Annoyingly, it was reacting to her touch. Just the feeling of a woman's hand, other than my own, was enough to get the blood flowing.

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

Don't fuck with me… This isn't one-on-one. It's a public humiliation…who the hell would enjoy this?

Tears streamed down my face. I turned my head away. My dick also seemed to be crying, bobbing weakly.

"Why's it going soft again? You wanna die? Get it hard!"

Does she think I can just get hard on command?

Lee Juha glared, raising a finger.

"Want me to carve out your urethra? If you don't get it hard?"

"Aaaaagh!!!"

I'll get it up! I'll get it up! I closed my eyes, surrendering to the humiliation.

Seeing my resignation, Lee Juha smirked and started stroking me.

Ugh… Even though I hated it, it was working. My dick was getting harder, stiffer than usual.

"Oh, not bad."

"Is that...average?"

"I don't know. It doesn't look fully hard yet."

It's average…I've measured it… I couldn't get fully hard in this situation, but it wasn't small. Probably.

"Hmm…well, it's…" Lee Juha smacked her lips, seemingly making a decision. My opinion, of course, didn't matter.

"Put your pants back on, loser."

I pulled up my pants, still shaking and crying. Fuck...I hated this humiliation. I hated it.

"Are we really going through with this?"

"What choice do we have?"

"Ugh…"

"And don't any of you start whining about wanting to do it later."

Lee Juha lit a cigarette, smirking.

"Just think of him as a dildo. With a condom, that's all he is, right? It's not like I'm trying to have some romantic lovemaking session."

"That's true…"

"And if he looks like he's enjoying it, we'll just cut his dick off."

Crazy bitch…

I awkwardly pulled up my pants. The four of them huddled together, whispering, leaving me out of the conversation. I had a bad feeling…this was going to be worse than anything I experienced in high school.